PARCHED

Comfort zone polluted,

love ignited, lust beckons

A little hesitancy,

a thin thread of sanity,

Insanity seem well come

 

Serene landscape about to be defaced

broken artwork, splinters, charred pieces

a need to be stoked

Risky; more fun, addicted

 

A throbbing to be appeased;

an intense provocation of

heightened tremor,

seeking a-dousing

 

Forbidden, untouchable,

blatant hunger,

drinking thirstily, parched

aching, yearning

Impossible made possible

by mutual consent

 

Seeking a release, an out pour, a satisfaction

embracing, renouncing, accepting

once and for all

Afraid you’d leave me wanting

for more.

©Amaka Paul 2017

Original Art by Derek Poitra

You were there

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Through the pains, heartaches

Delays, doubts, and fears

Through the struggle

Denials, and strife

You were there

 

You are loyal and faithful

A dependable rock

You believed in me

And taught me to do

Likewise, my best friend

 

You opened my heart

To see the challenge

As a phase, a process that

Will bring forth my inner

Beauty and strength

 

You showed me the light

You took away my fears

You guided my steps

You gave me victory

 

You are always here

You are my strength

My pillar and my refuge

Today I say, thank You.

© Amaka Paul 2016

Awakening to self

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Answers that I seek

in the silence of my heart

questions abound

opinions innumerable

so much sound

no melody, searching,

peace eludes

 

So much clamor for silence

jumbled conversations

going around in circles

returning to the starting point

running to silence for clarity

 

With silence

rearranging, analyzing

I let go, be in the flow

only then,

awakening to self

©Amaka Paul 2016

Photo: Eli Boschetto

Hell is paradise

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the sound had an eerie finality to it

she wouldn’t make it out of there

plop and no ripples

 

this nightmare is driving me insane

those eyes would never cease to haunt me

the silent plea for help

ignored in the heat of the moment

all for the prize of a mean name tag

and now what

 

sweats pouring down my back in the winter

looking behind me at every instance

heart banging threatening to desert our space

feet restless, lips dry and screams only I can hear

she torments me so

 

I must confess and suffer my hell

it would be a much better hell than this

I should have spoken up

now, hell is paradise

©Amaka Paul 2016

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