No Love

My love life is non existent

There’s no romance

There’s not even a man

Shit not even a woman

Time stands still

Like those first few seconds of waking up

Asking yourself is this real?

Yup your alone, in that queen size bed

You’ve been ready to upgrade to a king

but with out one?

Eh, too much room to toss n turn

Just another example of the emptiness that you yearn to fill

You don’t like the public.

You avoid crowds

But you crave that empathetic connection

With just one being

Just one who will understand

How your as complex as statistics

Variables changing at any given time

Your soul is beautiful

Your heart

So why can’t anyone see

Why am I alone

When I have all this love, affection, and knowledge to share with another.

I desire face to face , skin to skin , chest to chest contact

But I guess the desires of the heart sometimes go unfulfilled.

I guess god doesn’t think I’m ready

Should I prepare more?

Or maybe he’s gearing up my soulmate for what’s in store

Maybe🤷🏽‍♀️

Until then Love just doesn’t exist here.

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They forgot how to count…

because they didn’t add me

But somehow I realized I looked Better separately

See I don’t need to be in any competition

I’m a God fearing woman sent on a mission

And I say that with all due respect

Because they look at me crazy when I demand it

See nothing given to me was ever handed

I stand firm on the ground feet planted

Prayers and self motivation

The struggle of being a black woman in this nation

Raising my kids with peace in mind

reinventing myself time after time

Letting go of society’s expectations of me

Coming to terms with the reflection I see

Loving thyself wholeheartedly

Living my best life MORALLY

No I’m not perfect, sometimes I do the most

But like perennial flowers, I have seasons of growth

No more chips on my shoulder

I don’t wanna be heartless n colder

I’ll release the Love I wasn’t given

To create a better world to live in

Poetry

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Your feelings. Not right. Not wrong. Being a Pisces they say The Arts is the only real way to feel free and yet connected. we tend to find our true purpose through the Arts. Poetry is one of those Arts. As an avid writer aspiring to become published one day, I’ve spent many months to myself. Going from Mother, Student, head of household. All while still being a young adult and trying to navigate through this crazy world. Within this time Ive written many thoughts to myself, those of which I have only recently worked up the courage to share with you guys. I will be posting more often. More poetry at that. I would love any feedback and any opportunities to network with other poets and hopefully be able to perform some of it aloud.

Thank you,

Love, Jim❤️

❤️

U gave me tears,

I created an ocean.

U caged me in,

i wrote songs sweeter than any bird could ever sing.

U left wounds physically and mentally;

but I healed myself better than any doctor ever would have.

U left me stranded, hoping that I would never get back.

I found a route without needing a GPS

Late Night Thoughts 101

U try to hide the feelings that u don’t show.

N time goes by but damn it really moves slow

Now home alone at night that’s when u start to lose hope

U can’t trust no one to talk so they don’t know

All the pain u got it bottle up inside

They say it’s best for ur soul if u clear ur mind

So u roll up the let downs and failures

Look at em one good time and inhale em

And they even say that’s bad

But u rather be high than sad

What do they know?

About them feelings u don’t show.

U enjoy your nights rest

For tomorrow starts another one of life’s test

And when it gets hectic u decide to exit

Too consumed in your hurt so ya problems u neglect it

Can I have a normal day ?

When things are ok?

When ur not in your head

Walking around half dead

Pressure on the brain

Life is a soap opera all u can do is complain.

Another 24 down another to go

Roll the problems up, inhale em after u roll