MY HEARTIST by M

I sit in ponder of my beloved

So far, the distance kills the heart

I cannot vent

I am mad at him

Who gave him the authority?

To anger me and be angry at I

And with the distance

Assault to injury

It kills the heart

Yet my soul yearns for he

In love

In fight

In fury

In anger
In frustration…Still

I submit

Funny

That in these fiery times my insides burn most for him

I miss thee

I burn in anger and desire

So far

The distance kills the heart

I close my eyes

O my beloved is here

Staring at me

In my fiercest fumes

I want to burst…I want to charge…oh I should explode

And yet

Am halted

But how can I?

The exuberance of his charms won’t let me

Assuredly, he moves towards me

Am confused

My bosom heaves, uncontrollably, pleasurably

I miss you

His gaze fixates upon my eyes

Am bathed in calmness

His arms tightly but gently devour my body

I coil senselessly in submission

I totter in his intoxicating embrace

I blink

He lain me down, sunset reflecting in his eyes

The passion in them ignites my body, my desires

I want you

I tremble in his lips’ tender traces upon mine

Oh that…that I do miss, my heartist

The dexterity of your craftsmanship

Nay

Squirm not over spills and splurges of your shades on my surface

This canvas thirsts

Insatiable of your paint

Worry not of broken and of misplaced brushes

For the skills on thy digits is enviable

Alas! How they tickle

How they stir these nervous nerves

How they paint the corners and edges of this canvas’ curves

Your art on me is impeccable

When you work on this plane

Undesirables turn orgasmic

It is such

In breaking my heart

I would care less

You ponder why?

Well

Our fate, to be or not to be

Pieces of mine shattered heart form a mosaic of your face

Juxtaposition in thought

Of my love against your selfishness

Unfaithfulness

Disloyalty

Egotism

Anger

Disavowal

It don’t matter how far

Nor the distance

Every air you exhale

I feed my desire in its inhalation

Devoid of, I succumb

Nay

Its not obsession

Simply

The loves that burns for you

That the eloquence of words cannot quench

It refuses to die

Its destiny

For he know not the depths of my love

O reader,

If ye cometh across my beloved

Doth pass my word

That I deservedly declare

‘I am your canvas

Paint your love on me'


I received this poem from my girlfriend, so much I want to say about this piece. I wont, instead I'll say thank you, I am glad I am forgiven, loved and missed. I love you and I am honored you love me this much. I am yours; you are mine.

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and life keeps laughing at me [IV]

This is a story contributed by talented writers and still in its infancy as more writers continue to make it a Novella. Enjoy my little input. Find the other parts here:

Part I

Part II

Part III

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Angel or demon? Which exactly I’m I to them? And what are they to me? Njeru lay facing up. He turned his head left and right, getting a clear picture of those that stood beside him. He wanted to speak, blurt even, yet the words formed like knot in the throat and tightened as he opened his mouth.

He felt sorry; he had been feeling sorry for the longest time, what with the divorce, reuniting and the uncertainty of rebuilding his career.

“I am sorry,”

“Just rest, we will have enough time to talk,” said Sarah

She gave his arm a reassuring squeeze, then wiped tears from his cheek with her palm.

“It will be alright, I am happy you are alive”

This was comforting and his lips tiredly curved into a smile. He felt hoarse and parched; he couldn’t clearly recall his last meal. He tried to remember, playing his memories like a vhs tape in the head. Then it hit him, like a lightning bolt on a rainy day. He shot up in bed and motioned for Mutiso to come closer. The plain ran through him and he clenched at his teeth keeping it at bay.

“What day is it?” He asked

“It is Wednesday Baba Junior,” replied a visibly surprised “Kwa nini?”

 He shifted his gaze to Mutiso and asked

“Dexter! Have you seen my Dexter?”

“I picked him from the seat, I figured it must have been why you came to see me.”

“Angel! Confirmed, you are an angel.’

“What?” Asked Mutiso

“Never mind, I have a few instructions for you regarding Dexter”

He spoke for about a minute uninterrupted giving a brief synopsis of the problem at hand. He also explained to Mutiso that he had until the close of business hours to have the required photos for the competition. It was now fifteen past midday; giving Mots about four hours to perform a miracle. It was not going to be an easy task, and it had been made harder by the fact that Dexter also took a beating in the crash. Mutiso had been tactful enough to avoid making mention of this as he wanted to maintain the feel-good mood of his friend. He shook his hand and wished him luck then turned to leave.

Njeru pulled him back and said

“No, you go with that luck I have all the luck I need with me here.” He pointed at his wife who had been silent and smiled.

May the story continue........

believe and be satisfied

Every one longs to give themselves to completely someone,

To have a deep relationship with another

To be loved fully and exclusively,

But God says NO,

Not until you are satisfied and fulfilled

And content by being loved by me alone,

I love you my child,

And until you discover that only in me is your satisfaction to be found,

You will not be capable of the perfect human relationship that I have planned for you,

You will never be united with another until you are united with me,

Exclusive of any other desires and longings,

I want you to stop planning, stop wishing,

And allow me to give you the most thrilling relationship that exists,

One that you can’t even imagine,

I want you to have the best please allow me to bring it to you,

Keep watching me expecting the greatest things,

Keep experiencing the satisfaction that I am,

Keep learning & listening to the things I tell you,

Don’t be anxious,

Don’t worry,

Don’t look around the things others have gotten,

Or that I’ve given them

Don’t look at the things that you think that you want,

Just keep looking at me or you will miss what I want to show you,

And then when you are ready,

 I will surprise you with the love far more wonderful that you will ever dream,

You see until you are ready, and until the one that I have for you is ready,

 Who I am working with this very minute as I am working with you,

So to have both of you ready at the same time,

Until l you are both satisfied exclusively with me,

And the light have prepare for you,

You will not be prepared to experience the love that I have for you,

Based on your relationship with me,

And this is perfect love.

And dear one I want you to have the most wonderful love.

I want you to experience, a relationship with me,

And to enjoy the everlasting beauty and perfection in love that I offer,

Know that I Love you utterly I am your heavenly Father,

Believe and be satisfied.

from my random surfing online this came to me and stuck..... Author: Unknown

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You

My chief of staff

Diamond

In heaps of chaff

My imperfect princess

One I’m dying to impress

With action

With words

With my souls last breadth

            Can’t remember when I wrote this….can’t forget who though. Hmmm…I wrote a lot of poems of love

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