Happy Trails

When I kicked my door shut,
Prayed the dust from my foot
to follow you to your next pit stop.

May the path you walk
be the bumpiest any
man did dare thread before,

And from the bottom of my heart,
I hope you get what you deserve
x's more.

I wish your feet to crave the
places they don't belong, and
I hope that somewhere along the road,
your heart gets strung.

May you love someone deeper and longer
than anyone else before and may she play
the game against you, until your hope is no more.

In Karma's Name, Amen.

Tanette, 2010

Blue Moon

In moonlit dark, between
distant gaps of space,
I find the lingering shadows of you,
and let my mind stumble upon
a good image you left behind.
Allow the vulnerable self of me
to mold that image to fill the slits
of vacancies you created before, and for
a few brief moments I dance to
the sweet rhythm of what I thought
we could have been.

Tanette 2010

 

Greener

I remember that kiss on my forehead

just before he said, it’s not you
its me. “I just gotta get myself
together" he said.

Can’t seem to get those words
outta my head, instead
I let them drift into dreams
that took my mind away from he.

Lost in green clouds of green skies,
in my own green world,
seeing nothing but the purest green
an eye could ever see, for
it was already locked within me.

I guess he thought that the grass would be
greener if he leaned away from me.

It seems he didn’t know then that the moment he
stepped outside of my door that nothing,
I mean nothing... could match the shade of me.


Tanette
2010

I need a shirt that says that crap, "It's not you, its me line!

It seems some men go after, what they should be running away from the most.  However, I've found that men want the one who allows them to just "be" ...to JUST EXIST...no growth evident...not the one who encourages him to grow, to reach beyond boundaries never exceeded...a woman who dares him to dream, and his passions are her very own.  No...that type of woman is chased by and deserved by a man who recognizes such worth. 

 So if you've heard this line or you ever hear it, Trust that it's not you that is missing out, it is HE. Trust and Believe...Keyshia Cole said that! 

Unfilled Pauses

When it was over,
I felt distant winds between us,
cold and constant…

Floating sideways
against my cheek,
with each breeze
created a blurred static -
between
our shadows
apart.

I tried to get used to
the feeling of you
away from me…

Like the utter tugging
of your soul from mine.
Each stitch of you
broke lose-
free to dangle
away.

The day I found out
you found Her again;

For a second,
life went numb
and everything in it
vibrated a weak song,
I could no longer
bare to sing.

My brain whispered to me,
bitter-nothings I forced down...
“When something goes undone
for so long, maybe (just maybe)
it Is done. “

Thanked my brain,
for the swift words that
soothed my pained heart.

Time quietly took me
to gather up the unfilled pauses-
you left behind…

And in the soaking of silence,
I healed.

Tanette
2011

Random Rant:Left-Overs

Is there anyone, who just really, really adores left-overs... Umm...I think not.  However, the whole idea of the left-over meal is really ingenius.  You save time, money, and the thought process of figuring out what's for lunch or dinner the next day. When you think about it, it's the perfect solution for the single mother, working woman, or busy house wife alike.

We all work so hard, and if we could just succumb to the convenience of the "Left-Overs", it might make life that much easier.  Reallyyy??? you say, well maybe it's not that serious, but it would sure help a sista' out lol. My personal experience with the left-over meal, is that it is just my daughter and I, so we don't eat much, and whatever is left, I just want to dump. No matter how hard I try, I can't wholly make the left-over committment.   True you don't have to to do it all the time, but it would help at least once or twice a week. 

Enough about food, but still speaking about left-overs. What do I mean you might ask? Well I'm about to tell ya.

It's the type of left-overs that your heart and soul doeth ponder. The kind that linger and lap around your brain unwanted, until the stench is too much for your mind to bare. It is when the memory of a lost love hunts you like forgotten left-overs that taunt an otherwise clean frig.

Left-Overs

I erased everything of myself
that was of you, but somehow,
you seemed to weave in and out
of the dark shadows of my soul.
Cold , Sticky, Wet, and Vacant…
As if you marked it with your urine.
There your scent lingers wretched.
I inhale the stench only to
exhale you away again.
Desperately trying to
Replenish, Renew,
Prosper, Elevate.
Yet it puzzles me how
I loved someone who
never loved me….after-taste,bitter.
So I let the pieces
you left behind marinate
just a little bit longer, content
that I could be satisfied completely
when the whole of you
is gone from me.

Tanette
2011