Complement

Yes, complement.

You might be thinking compliment.
But no, I meant complement.

When one thing completes another, therefore it complements.
When one thing expresses admiration, therefore it compliments.

But, I mean complement.

And to complement is to be close to perfect.

“Just Maybe”

Maybe he’ll say ‘hello’ or ‘hi’.
Maybe he’ll hurt with every goodbye.
Maybe he’ll call me.
And maybe he won’t…

But cosmically, none of this matters
If he does or he don’t.

Picking up poetry from Tumblr. Reposting here so that I can transfer it over and have one less forum to worry about since I just added Twitter to the plate, again. Kind of excited to be instantaneously posting poetry on-the-go, though! Looking forward to sharing my deepest thoughts with you in real time, soon.

 

So about this poem, not sure when I wrote it but can you tell, there’s a little heartache there? I guess I have gone through my fair share and enough of the experience to have writing about it, lol. Here’s a bit of a piece where there are dueling emotions regarding getting attention from someone. At the end of this poem, the subject just decides it doesn’t matter. Or maybe that it shouldn’t? Wondering so deep about the feelings of someone else; well, when in doubt, get out. That’s the best bet in saving one from a grueling heartache of uncertainties, etc. I like that I wrote this poem to rhyme the way it does. Pat on the back for me. Hope you all like this one. It’s just short and sweet. 

 

More reposts from Tumblr, coming soon! 

Thoughts: Jazz, Unrequited Love, & Then Some

Nina says, “Don’t be the girl that gets the “run around” from any man.”

My deep fondness for jazz has grown so much in the last 4 years and I have collectively found artists like Nina Simone to fall in love with. Lately, I’ve been listening to records by amazing female artists; besides Nina Simone, Billie Holiday and Ella Fitzgerald just to name a few. Meanwhile, also rediscovering some funk and soul from artists like Minnie Riperton and Gladys Knight & The Pips. Going back into time and feels with these, right? I’m an old soul, I can’t help it.

Now, about this song…

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“A Loss for Words”

At a loss for words
For the lost in turns
What our hands once held
And in our hearts once burned

Oh, how the seasons have changed
It hurts to see the souls crying
In a season that is cold
And the earth dying

How empty are the tombs
Where our memories are left
The void feels so heavy
A goodbye, A grand theft

But in the darkness of the night
Comes but the still silence and pause
You continue to be a light
And for this I write words with beauty and cause

I am at a loss for words
When at lost in turns
Forgive my aching heart
As it yearns, it yearns

I am at a loss for words
When at lost in turns
Forgive my stomach
As it churns, it churns

Until the moment the skies part their clouds
The shade stands still and tears steadily flow
Words will be spoken so tenderly
And our love for you will be known

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