17 years SPOKEN WORD

COPYWRITTEN BY MI88YRISSAPOOH

It took 17 years. It was 17 years.
She lay there on his chest naked, listening to his heart beat. boom ba boom ba boom boom boom. Feeling his soft caramel chest she began drifting, falling far far away into a deep dark place. Called her past. She has revisited that same area on many occasions before. Thinking that maybe one day she will look back and see nothing. And it will match exactly how her inside feels. alone, empty, dead. But on this particular day at this particular time. She had him, this.her caramel smooth soft skinned brother holding her tight. Someone to grab her and reel her back in if her reality had gotten to real and too sickening to handle.
That feeling, it took 17 years. It was 17 years.
She kept her eyes open and while her big, bold, eyes were being glistened by the dancing sunlight. If you looked at her pupils you would see the darkness of it all. The cold rush would stop your heart in its tracts and heaven''s angels would have to pump your stomach and edit your memory from the disgust of your eyes. Her story was never told, bits and pieces fluttered, but the truth never fully uttered out of her lips. The bondage she cradled within her mind was resentful to her, and would have no spoken nonsense of the outside world. She was an outcast to herself more than anybody else. She bought mirror after mirror and placed them all over her room only to look at herself and think that she was ugly. Some days even fat. But this poem is not about that.
This poem, it took 17 years. It was 17 years.
His heart started beating faster than usual as she extended her journey of the mind. He gripped her upper back tighter with one hand and still showing her more affection then she would ever be ready for, only because he truly cared. He was asleep. Lost in his own lullaby and still adept enough to know that something was wrong. She kissed his upper stomach and his heart beat sped up then went back to his fast paced normal. She resumed on her trail of misfortunes, determined that one day she would slay her very own fire breathing dragon. And let that bitch rot in the fiery depths of hell. She wasn''t sure what the objective for today''s travel was, but she knew between the molestation, countless attempts at suicide, concentration camps, and domestic violence she would find it .It could also be the more deeper, bitter experiences like having her only dream disappear because the monthly blood between her panties weren''t there. She would never get to mask in the ambience of waking up at 3:45 every morning just because her son doesnt like to be in that big room all alone, or he wanted another story to be read.
Her destination, it took 17 years. It was 17 years.
He woke up flooded with her tears and immediately came to her aid. One look into her pupils, past the dancing sunlight, breaking through the darkness and freezing the cold. He saw into her soul. Fighting the vicious normally victorious blasts of ice cold wind, he knew he couldn''t hold it off forever and the longer he waited the more athletic it got. Heaven''s angels came down prepared to pump his stomach and edit his mind. Nice try young caramel smooth soft man, but he wasn''t having it. So instead of adapting to the failure he asked the angels for help. He tied a rope around her heart and cuddled and clutched it tight. He made the angels make certain it would never leave or drift out of place. He then swung into her soul and captivated her. Tears flooding down his face hitting hers along the way as if they were in a race for first place to fall to the ground and shatter. Just like he shattered all her doubts, demons, and crutches. They''re were no more secrets. He was connected to her, like the tear residue on both they''re cheeks. Just because you can''t see it doesn''t mean its not there forever.
Her caramel soft skinned husband, it took 17 years. It was 17 years.
And she is finally free.
Boom ba boom ba boom boom boom


© By MI88YRISSAPOOH On 7/7/2009 4:57:47 AM

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[MischaBaybie]

i love it

[MI88YRISSAPOOH]

@MischaBaybie thanks babe

[64talb]

nice poem!

[MI88YRISSAPOOH]

thank you sweetie!

[yolama670]

nice

[MI88YRISSAPOOH]

thank you ;)

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