#WriteFree365 – Day 241: Soul Sista

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(It is always on my heart. Always.  Day 241..)

It’s all in her eyes, you and me.  Words just disguise all of the things that you be…

I can strip this song of its eroticism with one carefully placed comma
One pause on the fetishism of women with lovely
Lovely brown skin
To acknowledge the relative bond we have to them spiritually.

You must be my soul, sister.
You are that breath between the divine and mortal
That reminds me why I’m alive
And the blessing it is to have goddesses walk among me.

Sister,
You must be
My soul
I may live without you
But I don’t want to
I pray that should I leave
That God Himself
Takes care of you.

#WriteFree365 – Day 141: Queen of Sanity

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(Today was mentally trying.  Technological things repeatedly failing me, with little chance of me fixing them.  But I have one thing that makes any day better.  Day 141…)

I forget life whenever I hold you tight…

Life pulls at my brain from both ends
Looking for the weakest synapse
My breaking point
And all that matter in my mind
Is released from its grip.

You come with an embrace that cures dementia
The peace that seeps out onto your skin
Makes tomorrow look less mentally draining.

It’s crazy
With you wrapped in my arms
I feel the most sane.

#WriteFree365 – Day 114: Love Poems

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(This freewrite is definitely from a personal space.  I used to try to stay away from commitment as best I could.  Live, I found out, doesn’t quite work that way.  Day 114…)

But, if we label this, just picture what we might lose…

I’ve written to you
I’ve written about you
I’ve written for you
Three sentences that show I’m willing to relinquish control
But I can’t tell you that
Because the control allows me to hold onto everything

There’s comfort in indecision
No pressure of giving things a name
We just write to our hearts’ content
Until those hearts decide they need a title.

Words on these pages to, for, and about you
My spirit knows who is my muse
I just choose to be inspired in silence
In silence, there is no rejection
In silence, I can control how I use your inspiration
Without worrying you with how good something with your name on it is.
I already put enough pressure on myself to be perfect
But if we are as holy as this gift is
Then I want this piece to be better than perfect
Always perfect
Not perfect until I backspace on something I said
Not perfect until I misread a word and context is lost

Here, we don’t have any rules to abide by
No themes to formthe metaphor around
We just write.