I'm just an old barely standing house. My walls has holes and my floorboards creak as you step upon them. The outside has weathered bricks that's adorned with vines. Cobwebs tie ceiling to ceiling as if they were trying to hold up the roof. As I am it's no wonder nobody has a good perspective of me. Yet you come. You come walking back into my halls as if I was the safest place to be. I'm the place you don't think of as home. Yet your frequent stays show otherwise. You set up picnics on these old floors to pretend the world doesn't exist. You find comfort here even when you built new places with others. I never knew what lie you told just for you to visit here. As I never knew what was in your heart to make you want to keep visiting here. Where my walls leak wind and the sky cries through the roof yet you seem as comfy as ever.
At least til the outside world calms down once more. Til your feet begins to want to test new grounds. My fireplace in which you light is never enough to make you want to renovate and make this your permanent residence. Sadly,one day you will come and only thing left will be my foundation to which I was built upon. I will be no more. All my fibers and materials will have been burnt to ashes,draped upon the wind,swallowed by the earth,and washed away by rain.
No more of your little escape. Just a space where you had memories. So my old creaky floorboards, cobweb adorn ceilings, and halls will be a fond but distant memory to you. Of what used to be and the safety I provided that out of your wandering no new home will provide. O'how I was used by you. The nightly visits that was very telling even though you denied what I provided was what you needed. My standing nature was more sturdily built than any of your new places but once again you didnt notice. As you lay your head under a new less than sturdy roof your heart will yearn for my old hole filled walls with the small fireplace. So thats where you go now in your mind to find me, that old little escape. -------------------------------------------------------- #mirakee#writersnetwork#escape#love#sad#writersbay#escapec
~Far too often we allow ourselves to be an escape to ones that dont deserve to step a foot upon our interior. Don't worry once you learn better. You become more choosy to whom set foot through your threshold of your home. It gets better ~
*Sorry so long but I appreciate anyone who has read it to the end! I appreciate every single one of you!
He fills me with life soothing beats and musical lyrics scents the air I stand independently with an elegant flare while he stares intently into me why must he look at me in such a way for the redness in me shows my blush oh why must he grab onto me with such tenderness swirling the passion within me like a sudden rush
His lips gently caresses me for he dranks the life out of me curiously I wonder if my contents pleases him the rhythmic atmosphere seduces the room while his pen writes fiercely becoming his heart's tool peace becomes a decor in this moment as my essence becomes a muse for the moment
He absorbs my essence the spirit of relaxation possesses him his body begins to succumb to peace for I contain this brief moment of relief never have I been held with such care his lips molds to my frame as I continue to give myself to him with no shame
The night comes to end while my nectar has been taken by him empty and alone I will become again for his attention has returned to his pen I feel proud for what I did for him to truly be used by him isn't a sin as I gift him with my wine from within
Like an apple on a tree that was very much out of reach was how your love was presented to me every branch of you conspired against me just as I stop reaching your branches would lower for me that led me to ask, Why constantly fool me with this trickery?
I continued to dwell in your shade to protect me from the heat yet when I was hungry for love I couldn't grasp the apples on your tree tantalizing and heavenly your apples probably taste yet you never allowed one to fall so I could taste but, Why constantly shield me if your love wasn't meant to fuel me?
I set up home at the base of your tree hoping one day you'll eventually trust me yet the seasons came and went but still not one apple had graced my lips you were supportive during storms til the point I felt safe calling you home for even though I never ate from your tree it still was nice to live by thee but still I asked, Why let me stay if you didn't truly want me?
One day a great wind blew changes was in the air I felt it and so did you so along came an adventurer we both never knew as I figured he took a liking to you you allowed him to stay on the other side of you time passed and one day I heard a crunch to my surprise your apple had graced his stomach I was hurt and looked up at your branches to realize you no longer shaded me with your branches I left on my journey to begin anew while asking, Why fool and malnourish me if another was what you were looking to feed?
To me you're like a Queen who forgot a long time ago she was one. You're so focused on what you fear and what you think you want you never see your crown in the mirror. You allow people to treat you less than what you worth because you forgot you was royalty from birth. Quite sad the only worth you think you have to give is the worth of your body. Yet in your mind under the confusion and emotions lies a brillant person. One that sees the world in a certain light. Potential to be a strong Queen but your body's pride keep you giving to worthless and souless kings. Sad you don't believe yourself worthy of true love. So you settle for less than what you deserve. Maybe one day you'll find it. You'll find your worth and strength. So one day your kingdom will be prized as it is.
To any woman who may read this. Know that you are more beautiful than what the world put standards on. You are not just your body. You're treasures that sparkle upon this earth. Your temples are indeed beautiful but so is your minds,souls,and hearts. You matter! So dont let anybody or anything rob you of your worth. Dont let the limits of society beat you down. No matter culture,ethnicity,body type,etc You are worthy of the crown you was born with. The strength within you can shift the skies. So dwell in the elegance that you exude! Pick up your crowns and be the Queens I know you all are
Love is like a masquerade ball. We dance with partners of our choosing. Gliding and twirling to the music. Our bodies mimic the other as we dance for a song. Each dance has it's own uniqueness with an undetermined time limit. Never knowing who our next partner will be as we switch to try better satisfy our needs. We adorn masks to hide our true selves. Not realizing this hurt our chances of finding true love. Still we dance along as the night turns to day. Trying to find our eternal partner that's fated to stay. So we rhythmically move throughout time as we continue the dance of love.
Needles and threads that love has given me while my pain stricken heart barely speaks to me yet to move on this is what's expected of me so I begin to try with nervous hands to pull the needle through my flesh again for it's not the first time I've had to repair myself
Years of wounds of war tats my skin fighting for loves that was full of sin now I'm left bloodied and abandoned so it's time for a full healing as true love has come to cleanse me its sewing needle infiltrate my bases leaving only slight reminders of betrayal's traces
Threads of binding decorate my scars as it leaves patterns like constellations of stars the process of the sewing needle tells a journey of how my scars lead me to such a scenery that your divine presence has given me so as I stitch my past's scratching I give thanks to love's stitching