the way i love him
is the way i used to love
you. see in to me.
parts of us linger
on your flesh... nestled in your
nape where you forget
to scrub. when walking alone
you feel remnants of us near
this is the home of the forty day journey to graduation via poetry, meditation and prayer. enjoy!
Posted by eZvenia ~Eris Zion Venia Dyson Tuesday, April 14, 2009 at 10:47 AM
the way i love him
is the way i used to love
you. see in to me.
parts of us linger
on your flesh... nestled in your
nape where you forget
to scrub. when walking alone
you feel remnants of us near
Posted by eZvenia ~Eris Zion Venia Dyson Monday, April 13, 2009 at 7:40 PM
braless and writing
head rag tied tight, night so near
up writing. Sleep draw
into my clinch. Slumber with
me until daybreak… cleave to
Posted by eZvenia ~Eris Zion Venia Dyson at 4:44 PM
wore makeup today:
no bronzer or blush. shiny.
bleach cream on right cheek.
only people who look like
me wear black face unnoticed.
Posted by eZvenia ~Eris Zion Venia Dyson at 4:32 PM
Even if these words
Rang true you do not know me
Or my ways, motives, hopes… so
Spare me the bullshit of you
My toilet paper is low.
Posted by eZvenia ~Eris Zion Venia Dyson at 11:21 AM
i have not a clue
as to how to write these things
just when i think i
comprehend... another thought
comes to steal my attention
Posted by eZvenia ~Eris Zion Venia Dyson Saturday, April 11, 2009 at 6:05 PM
u make sunshine hide
agoraphobic. please peek
through ur clouds 4me
So I'm sure you're wondering where the other poems are right??? Well the thing is, some of them just aren't for the blog world!!! I didn't anticipate this happening! LOL... my apologies people! Please continue to stay tuned...
~eZv
Posted by eZvenia ~Eris Zion Venia Dyson Monday, April 6, 2009 at 7:03 AM
38: 4.2.09
While you can consent to struggle
this is not an option for me.
Your "work"
is my life
Your "comfort"
my strife
I act "black"
while you don't see yourself
as "white"
37: 4.3.09
I saw a man
with your eyes today
set behind wired frames
...it made me want to love him
because you were too far away
36: 4.4.09
20minutes away from
forty-one years ago
your blood lay stained on concrete
garbage trucks sit still in memphis
while windows and doors refuse to open
I wear your words on my back
...as they seep into my pores
I live within the nighmare
the evening after your dream
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