Le Soi Assuré Femme

She had a bright smile,
Long black curly hair,
And a confident way about her.

This woman wore a white dress,
Strappy heels,
And a ring on her index finger.
No make-up,
No expensive handbag,
Just herself.

She was reading a book,
Deeply invested,
Breath arrested,
Eyes being tested.

All of a sudden she threw her head back and laughed.
A full-out, no-holds-barred laugh.

This woman had not a care in the world,
She laughed until her sides ached,
She laughed as if fully baked.

Oh how I envy that woman.
Who could laugh without a care in the world.
Who could throw her head back and enjoy life,
Who could soak up the sun without any strife.

-N

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They Say Communication Saves Relations

When I was tired,
You kept me uptight and wired.
When You needed a hand,
I gave you a leg to stand.
In the grand scheme of things I feel scammed.

You speak,
But I command.
You sneak
I had to learn your technique.

I need a healing balm.
Instead I’m faced with a bomb.
Day in, Day out,
A bomb.

I can’t keep holding on.
I can’t be a spawn,
In this con.

I’ve put on my red chiffon.
I’m gone.

-N

Sleepless

I took myself dancing last night.
My heart was so happy, and my feet light.
I took flight.
For hours on the dance floor my body took flight.

I looked around the dimly-lit room,
People so close together, and yet so far away.
Drawn by the sway,
Or the courage of the moon on the bay.

I moved to the center of the room,
Nodding my head to the pulsing of Flume.
I was new,
I was through with being a shrew.
I danced, laughed, and took a brew.

-N

Alice, Rinse, Repeat.

I’m locked in a room.
A room of my own choosing,
But a room nonetheless.

I need to breathe,
So I could seethe.
Constantly gnash my teeth,
Is that yellow?

I need space.
My body waits in anticipation for the fates.
Hurry say something!
Say something quick before I die!
Don’t lag,
Or be shy.
I need you like the sun needs the sky.
I’m disappearing you see,
This drink won’t let me be.

I need food.
Nourishment for the body and soul.
I have no control.

The voices I hear are becoming louder,
The ominous footsteps closer,
Walking to the beat of a silent composer.

My breath stops,
My heart skips a beat.
The door swings open,
My body completely frozen.

I’m locked in a room.
A room of my own choosing,
But a room nonetheless………

-N

Come On Baby Ride…………

Another year has drew near,
Yet I’m free of doubt and fear.
I’m clear,
And it’s all so dear.
This year I had lows.
This year I had doubts,
This year I heard lies.
I became someone I didn’t recognize.

No more.
You see,
I’m too exhausted and sore.
I see the sun coming out.
That’s what I’m about.

I need my happiness to be something more.
Something that someone doesn’t see as a chore.
I need my sanity to be something not wrapped up in a person,
An idea,
A good person.
Give me,
Give me,
Give me,
Is all I’ve said.
No more.

I shall take,
create,
make,
bake,
break,
shake.
Anything to bring me to life.
Anything to help me not be filled with strife.
Bitterness,
Resentment.

I see the light,
It’s about to take flight.
As am I, I say.
As am I.

-N

Ce Que Je Refuse De Se Sentir

“She needed a hero so that’s what she became.” -S.L.

Do you really mean what you say,
When you look my way,
You love me?
Do you really love?
Does anyone really love a person?
Is it a job,
A necessity,
Something that people feel they should say.
If that’s the case,
then by all means keep your words at bay.
That’s what I say.
Love,
Romance,
Is it really true?
Or just some mocking twist?
Keep me blind,
Keep me from this impending doom.
Right?
I don’t see an out.
I have these feelings of self-doubt,
And what’s worse is not a single person can reassure me,
That love will fix the problem.
Can you?

-N

Les Couleurs D’hiver….

This cool breeze feels cool on my skin.
Heavenly respite where have you been?
This feels so good it could be considered a sin.
I don’t know how or when,
but this feels like the start of life again.
I just want to take this time,
revel in this wine,
That’s got me twisted in this vine.
Do you mind?
The leaves are rust,
reminds me of the summer must,
lust,
the complete and utter sunshine and trust.
This evening landscape,
Is more than just a pretty escape.
I’m awake,
Thankful for everyone’s sake.

-N