Facebook Note

Good day.
Rela talk, it was groovy.
Just pulled up from the tub, 8:25 pm
and moisrturized from my toes to my curls, Chiefin.
& thats the way it outta b.
Glad today is Friday, need rest but
Ima shake it off
and skip a nap.
Full to the bone
moms threw down
steak with onion and gravy sauce
mashed potates spinach and Texas garlic toast.
Loogin off Facebook to get it in with the new book "Pot of Gold'

Much Love.

-Chief

If they asked

If they asked you about me what would you say?
From beginning to end do you know my day?
And the way I completely am?
How do you classify yourself?
Lover or Friend?
Old or New?
Completely engrosed or is it particial?
Tell me and I might tell you,
how close you really are...
Do you know what time I generally start my day?
The first words Im likely to say?
Shower, Breakfast, or prayers which comes last?
Why do I ask for wisdom, what makes me laugh?
How am I most likely to stlye my hair?
and is it boxers or briefs that I generaally wear?
wife beater, shirt, or bra stay closest to my skin?
and am I sexier when I groal or grin. What award am I proudest to win?
Who do I consider my closest friend? (to be continued)

I have been choked up
Jaws locked with emotional words
Heart tender rumbling in my chest
being sure to pump slowly or I might errupt
it doesnt seem like Im breathing just
holding on just enough...
and Im not playing
cloud in my throat is preventing me from saying
I was wrong about you
about us
and maybe even myself.
Nothing makes sense or matters
and I just want to lay down and soothe
the love we have shattered.

Pity My Soul Love

Pity My Soul Love
You know nothing about me.
What you see
not what you
get.
Full of laughter and regret
gifts and take back
Indian Giver I must admit
give you my love
til Im through with it.
Through with you
true to you
is bitter lies iced with a smile
we can all laugh and ke-ke
for a while
but when the last sound drops
and silence kicks
in
frowns appear from the cracks of a grin
we all remember where we came from and why we're here.
but
Pity My Soul Love
cuz you dont owe
me
no explaination
you did you, no verbal confrontation
no outside parking lot waiting
just stares and glares
remembering tears pouring down from love making
but Pity My Soul Love
cuz no tears shed when we romance anymore
and the songs speed up when we slow dance Im sure
cuz we always seem to be off beat
cant quite move to the rhythmn of your feet
but Pity My Soul Love
cuz the truth still remains
and you dont have the same response after I call your name.
When do you know when its rehearsed
and when do you know when its changed?
and it hurts like hell
words in my mind go to my throat and swell
im speechless
and my finger tips are left to relay the story.
down in the mud is your shinning knight and
pony.
You were the perfect princess only
guess
thats for fairytales, sorry...

I'm tired... Want to rest.

Role Play

What the fucc am I doin?
Is this "love" worth pursuing?
Excluded myself from daily duties
Strayed away from charming cuties
Closed my eyes to reality, only to
see you.
Thats what I chose
all scarifices of "love"
I suppose.
All seems swell
when Im drinking from your well
your juices casting spells
on my very soul.
Heart shattered in a frame so cold
these days appear old
yet rather familar stories untold
take toll
as you make space
in my heart
taking on new roles.
(to be continued)...

Hate Myself

I hate myself

for not understanding my way in life

I hate myself

for once again I prove them right

I fall despite

my efforts to rise

I survive

against their will

they feel

Im incompetent

insignificant

a burden to their world

forgotten pieces of a girl

I hate myself

for failing me

and sailing sea

of others before me.

Glory, seems so far from thee

I breathe hatred

it seeps in my pours unseen

and I dream, dreams

to reality pure make believe

yet I make myself believe

there'll be a better me

with time, for eternity is mine

and me is I

so I am eternity

thoughts of others hurting me

Dredful words

cursing me

burning me

like an ant in the ray of the sun

or

a prey in the way of the gun

I pray in the day for the sun

and at night as

it sets I'm thankful

Im grateful

for he hears my cry

and when I cry who but he

wipes my eyes

when tears clear I realize

we could all be happy

even with hatred you shoot past me

and I no longer have to

hate myself

for not understanding

for if I ask him

he shall answer me



By: CHIMEZ*