Love, Undefined

Hello everyone!

I’m sorry that I’ve been M.I.A. My grad work has picked up, and I’ve also been writing the sequel to my romance book. But, I have some good news. I have released a new book! Today! This one is just a small book of poems, and I’m more nervous about this one than any other work. Maybe because it’s not fiction. I mean, it’s thoughts, and feelings, and it’s more of who I am than a romance novel. I’m wondering if any of you feel this way? That you can write anything, except when it’s about you?

No? Just me?

Anyway, if you want to read something interesting, (LOL) and support an indie author, then click the link below. If you find yourself overwhelmed with the poems, then be kind and leave a review. I love you all, and I hope to be back up here tonight with some more stuff.

-N

Love, Undefined: https://amzn.to/2LsLvq8

True Love


I was down today.

I didn’t have much to say.

In all actuality I had thoughts,

But I fear my truth will keep me caught.

So I pretend, and in a way become brought.

I stayed tied in knots.

I was at the point of depression.

Caught in the confession of my accession to my oppression,

When I received relief that came as a sweet, cool decompression,

I was in this wonderful feeling of refreshen.

My comfort comes in words.

In the feelings they bring.

Of that life-changing comfort that causes one to sing.

Such a perfect thing.

A kindred spirit is hard to find,

That is why I’m here to remind,

And make sure that you’ll be kind,

To my love affair,

That I’ll swear without fanfare,

With words.

Une Muse Invisible

You left me for a while.

But you came back.

Moving like a runningback.

I have no slack.

I can’t believe what you’ve made me feel.

What I’ve written,

What you’ve made me do.

I still haven’t truly processed what you’ve made me do.

My heart was broken.

I want you in too many ways.

I can’t say no though.

It’s not good for me.

This is a drug.

But I have to take another hit.

Just once more.

Then I promise I’ll go.

Promets juste que tu-

-NR

I Didn’t Want To Breathe Out…..

I’m late.

In more ways than one.

I stand here in the night,

Waiting for that light.

That effervescent, unavoidable feeling,

That would explain this clear ceiling.

That’s been wheeling, stealing, taking all my feelings.

I’ve spent too much time kneeling.

My thoughts are jumbled.

I don’t know what to feel.

I want to say more,

But I’m not sure.

If I stay, I might become a bore.

I’d rather not be mentally sore.

No, I’d rather feel like folklore.

Unattainable, with a touch of womanly intrigue and lure.

-NR

Réalisation D’une Femme

You made it.

You reached that point in your life,

Where you’re done with the worry and strife.

You wished things stayed the same,

Not realizing that it was nothing but a game.

Gone are the days of blasting music from a busted car,

even though you remember those warm crazy nights from afar.

You did things that you now laugh about.

You danced until your feet throbbed.

You fell in love until you sobbed.

You made mistakes,

Which often ended in backaches.

Mais tu as grandi.

You’re no longer that bright-eyed pup.

Breathe in the fresh air,

Ignore the dare,

And take care.

Laugh at the ones before you,

Sit down and watch them stew,

While you catch a breath and take a brew.

Welcome to womanhood.

-NR

 

An Unreal Request

My friends tell me I’m crazy about this dream I once had.
They all laugh and mock till my foolish heart bleeds,
For the love it truly needs.
I dreamt of a man,
who took my hand,
and told me I needn’t do much,
just get used to his touch.
How could I?
It was all elusive to me.
you see, love never came to me.
How could I just be?
Yet he whispered in my ear,
told me things that made me shiver,
that promised to deliver.
It felt so real that to this day,
I sit here waiting,
for my dream man.

Here In The Dark

There’s a hypocrite in the room.

Lies are being swept under the broom.

Contention lies here.

Forewarn your conscience of coming near.

They speak of blasphemy,

Yet partake of the forbidden majesty.

They talk of practicing peace,

But their homes are filled with strife, and decease.

Beware, all who dare.

Beware.

-N

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jours et Nuits

There’s a discord,

between me and reality.

I’m living but I’m really not.

I’m breathing, but it’s artificial.

I keep feeling stuck,

But I have no idea on who to call.

I’m having another sleepless night

There’s a war raging within me.

I keep fighting the deep abyss,

I keep fighting gravity.

I keep soldiering on.

I keep walking on.

-N