Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

4.12.17 | royal temptation (this whole poem is a tease.)

I always find it overwhelmingly intriguing, when the heart gets tugged at this way, you feel it in such a raw and familiar calibre that its almost possessive, how quick the heart chooses a kind of trouble, knowing so well how forbidden it will taste, honeyed, these invisible chains are dangerous to a heart that knows no boundaries when it comes to who it’ll sweeten only for them to touch, glance at and tease, they don’t know this kind of willingness is so much painful and pleasure, so dangerously tempting, its really unfair to make the heart and mind turn want into need this much, watching the way heartbeat speaks only to fantasies about what heat can be done about thier throne to this body, how they can come and drink all of this hydration, to nourish them in ways that can only be teased by the sweetest parts of the mind until they are well fed, which means by me, until we are both full, and watch, how they comand this body, need a heartbeat that can dominate both, both honesty and this, a throne of all this woman and all that royalty, come closer, you can’t possibly be comfortable looking like that, let me help you become a little more familiar with the way I mean

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Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

14.06.17 | love song (bind me to you..need)

“..what does the body do when it has found a way to solve heart beats, it doesn’t know how to catch this feeling and learn to let it go so easily, this feeling, has found a way to stay in this body, can’t call it uninvited, how do you do that, make it feel like you’re the only one who can make it feel like this body needs, you, when you control do you mean the way the mind has also fallen-, linger, no, stay here longer, I am slowly binding my words to match yours instead of losing them in your eyes I want to lose them somewhere along the same intensity of what you love, somewhere permanent, I want you to need this entirety.”

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

4/3/16 – 5/3/16
M.B.A: Whats left

You struck a cord, turn me into love game, turn this jagged into self pity, look at what you’ve done

You play this game too often, I should’ve known it could never be this easy

Its moments like these, that teach girls that this is what they are capable of and it all stops right there, as they hand you themselves, you hand them blood thirsty, teeth, scars, wounds, trailing holes into themselves leaving emotional damage of where their trust in boys, men will mutate

Can’t  you see what you’ve done, taking broken and giving it a chance, her taking unworthy giving it a chance, look at this cult of broken hearts, pretty words with empty sounds

You’ll never comprehend, this is where and why us girls learn that our bodies are like diamonds, precious, before we even learn the meaning of our emotional worth

It is why they say do not trust, treat your body like you’re beautiful, you are beautiful, be self less, be blunt dager, be so much conversation, but never forget you are worth every worship, never forget it is them who suffer most when a good thing is gone

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

25/02/16

M.B.A: We made magic

Take me back, that night I learned how to fall again, the place where we danced felt like it was resurrected out of a beautiful love song, as I’m dedicating this, I am remembering detailed parts where you uncovered so much, told us your story, making our way back to our dance floor, you softy took my hand in yours without letting go, the way I didn’t let you go, what felt like our moment, our song, each song became a recurring memory, you became a recurring memory, your touch keeping me from being anywhere but too close, as your fingertips strum my skin, your eye gazing, I dare say hypnotized, I remember the way your eyes hid behind the dark corner, we became so much magic that night, hidden behind your glasses, as the dj’s light bounced off each beat, I’ll never forget the way I, backed up to that corner, the way your feet followed in my footsteps without no hezitation, bitting my lip pulling you so close, but what lingers the most is the way we made magic out of that night, it was the way our lips kissed, leaving ache for more, it was the way, I bit your bottom lip, n how you reciprocated with biting my tongue, I’ll never forget this magic, it was the day after when I had finally allowed myself to forget about him, you became a heartbeat, you have what I’ve told myself I can not leave without, something that’s growing too big for my insides to hold on to, this poem could never capture its magic, its my devoted weakness, this feeling quickly mutated into infatuation, you were all I could think about

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

8/9/15 -20/12/15 M.B.A: Dear Dad, I love you When I look at my father, I see so much love, so much support, I see his pain, I see how misunderstood, I see what they don’t see, which is all the … Continue reading