Late Night Freestyle

Poetry

I am not the girl

Who will blow your phone up

Beg for your attention and get jealous

I am the woman who will bless you

With money oil and put a picture of you on

My altar for your protection

I am not the girl interested in anything above the surface

I am the woman who you will have to

Reach the bottom of the Pacific

Just to feel me

I am not the girl who you will easily

Understand

I am the woman who you will never truly Know but never forget

Wednesday Night Refuge

Poetry

With moments in time

And movements in my mind

I am ascending into another dimension

Full of false realities

And real fantasies

Can you feel it?

The frequencies of galactic sex

Dancing on top of Saturn’s rings

I thrust my body into a panther’s tongue

Love is my inner

And pain is my lover

I am the sinner sitting on your lap

As sleep paralyzes your dreams

You can trust me

Because I am not a liar

Transparent by default

Dear Time

Life Letters

Dear Time,

I feel myself losing you. We were once connected, I embraced the inevitable and waited for your guidance. There was a point when I was sure that you would be there for me, forever. Yesterday was a cheater, today turned out to be a liar and tomorrow seems like a con artist.

Now, I see that yesterday, today and tomorrow are all the same. Tell me this, how does it feel to be in control when you’re only an illusion? You are not real. You don’t exist. Those hours on the clock mean nothing and yet each minute mimics meaning. I’ve been told that you wait for no one and in return, I won’t wait for you.

Signed,

G

Beached

Poetry

Left stranded in my emotions

The rescue party missed me

I am isolated in the waiting sands

Some truths are worth more than money

Patience, no longer feels like a virtue

But I am virtuous and I am a survivor

So I open myself to divine’s intervention

Knowing that God’s timing is priceless

And just when I am about to dry out

The tides run in to save me from this shore