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"What I Love" (about JuJu) (poem)
Jun 12, 2008
"What I Love"
I love the way that you kiss
I love the fact they they're not ruff,
I love the way you bit your lips
Like cotton balls they're soft to the touch,
I love how I know your looking at me
When you know I'm not looking at you,
I love how you try not to realize it
Even though I know you do,
I love it when I rub your neck
And can make you comfortable to think deeply,
I love the way we cuddle
And I love how you snore when you get sleepy,
I love the way you make the jealous
With dressing in your paper chaser style,
I love how we both are shy
And I love how that just makes me smile,
I love all that you are made of
Your nose (fa real), lips, hair, and feet,
I can never stop loving you...
...Your what make my heartbeat,
If the love between us stops...
My status will change from living to deceased,
Your love is embedded in me
Like a sneaker with a deep crease,
I hate that I love you
I love how we hate haturz,
They try with every word to divide us
I love how they don't know by Diong that they make us greater,
I love you because of your heart
I love that I don't regret all our spent time,
I love how you've let me into your heart
That's why I gave you the key to mine...
Taylah Devonne Bland
Copyright © 2008 Taylah Devonne Bland
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"Listless" (about john) (Monday April 28th, 2008 @ 9:37 A.M) (poem)
Apr 30, 2008
“Listless”
(Monday April 28th, 2008 @ 9:37 A.M)
“Listless”: lifeless
My Meaning:
“Listless”:
“Feeling as though you have no life left, feeling as if you are of no importance, feeling as if you are nothing to the one who means more than something to you….listless”.
Damn....that’s all I can think…it’s the only thing that comes to my brain as I look out the window to witness the actions of the rain.
My “ears” are hearing that I should [[dead]] him & let him be because obviously he wants to be [[free]]. But I can’t listen...some type of [[love]] is blocking these words as my “heart” tells me its something we can [[overcome]] but the pace of my “heart” is now at that of a [[vigorous]] drum. This beating then [[ignites]] the nerves in my “body” which contain anger & [[frustration]] that makes my “body” shake and shiver. As I [[quiver]] in place as if my “body” is cold I want to curl up in a ball and [[hide]] from all the pain but instead I get [[heated]] & clutch my fingers into a [[fist]] with a constricted grip & when she walked by me in school….my hand almost slipped…I wake up…damn...is it [[worth]] it? Maybe….I just know that my “body” [[grows]] old of being treated as [[nothing]] because I am [[something]]…is it to hard to ask to be treated with [[respect]] as if I were a “human being”?
I know “humans” make [[mistakes]] because I have done such, and because I treat you as if you were a “human” is the reason I want all this past us. “Life”…can it be taken away from you even though you still maybe alive? Why do we lust for [[life]] when all it will do while we are alive is drive us [[crazy]] (more some than others) to a point where the same life we desired is [[snatched]] away by [[death]] caused from feeling of depression, abandonment, sadness, and [[stress]].
Today as I looked at the pictures in my locker the thought of an ending was unimaginable…I then…[[cried]] a cry that no one could hear, [[felt]] a way that no one could feel, then I…stood in the [[rain]]…thinking that it could take me away along with all my pain…I don’t want to be without him but as I thought to myself what no one else could think…I then realized…I…am [[lost]].
As for my “heart”…it went to reside in a place that no one can find…not even I. It has left my body…I feel [[alone]]…until it can be returned I feel…[[listless]]…
Taylah Devonne Bland
Copyright © 2008
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“It’s Unbelievable” (about antwan) (poem)
Apr 30, 2008
“It’s Unbelievable”
Its unbelievable, can u believe I found the realest? I can’t…never thought I would. Never thought that I’d end up writing poems again after the last but he put me back at the desk with the pen and the paper…I’m in my spotlight.
It feels good to be able to express my feelings for another that I think (scratch that) know I can end up spending the rest of my life with. I wanna marry him and…I know I’ve said this in the past but…I dreamt about this one more than once.
We talked about life after high school. The both of us hopefully going to college, finding careers, owning a home, getting married, having kids and being parents. I can see us at an old age in retirement, being grandparents with grandchildren…all that good stuff.
I know of his fam and he knows of mine. He loves me for who I am not what people try to make or say of me, or what others want me to become. Antwan...Yeah I love him. The reason why? LoL...Its because he’s that one in a million, once in a life time, one of a kind…wow…It’s Unbelievable.
Taylah Devonne Bland
Copyright © 2008 Taylah Devonne Bland
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"The Missing Man" (about my dad) (poem)
Apr 30, 2008
“The Missing Man”
How to describe it…by poem is the only way,
I never stop thinking about it…not even for a day,
Can’t wait for the next hug so I can see the smiles upon our face,
You don’t have to stay…I just want to feel your embrace,
As I’m starring out the window completely in a daze,
I wait counting the minutes, hours, and days,
I got people to care for me but to loose you wasn’t my choice,
I don’t know how you sound…I don’t know your voice,
When I am awake, even when I sleep to close my eyes,
The thought that crosses my mind is, “Are You Safe & Staying Alive”,
I heard your not living same girl so what roof is over your head?
No matter where you are I hope that Bible is still being read,
While you’re out there in the world I’m safe in my home,
Did I do something wrong...You know I’d call you if I was in danger or alone,
Over time this is the road you took & my journey is next in line,
I wanted to be a cook like you but…criminology is a field of mine,
This is the way I feel Dad…until you re-enter my arms,
It kills me how we’re so distant but are under the same moon and stars…
Taylah Devonne Bland
Copyright © 2008 Taylah Devonne Bland
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