manifest

 so they say if you speak or write it, it shall manifest. so my truth on this day right now, I am a wife, next year at this same time, I will be headed to planning my wedding with my king, not hurting or healing from another broken relationship or self-inflicted harm because I once again chose the wrong man. I am a wife, a great wife to a great husband that is an amazing man. I speak that I'll be in a new place, enough for my family and a place for my mother. I know what I want, I'm ready for what all love and life has to bring, this time I won't settle for the minimum because I'm already the bare necessity. Enhance, empower, inspire, adore and let's just be. 

I miss the art of simplicity, the moments of intimacy without sexual undertones. Intimacy that wraps your spirit in bliss. eye gazes that cause tears of joy, from just having the moment of love. So much transpires with the act of love these days, points have to be proven, competition of what social media platforms regulate as what should be truth. We often just miss the art of simplicity, your hand in my mine. sitting on a park bench discussing dreams and visions. a long ride just vibing to songs that make sense to the soul. conversations that don't ever seem to end, from one topic to the next, we don't get lost in translation but we get lucid in the art of we. i miss simplicity. 

speak it, write it and watch it manifest. i declare peace, i declare joy, i declare it's time for queen and king to sit on their thrones and be it.

It's been a while

 In a world full of chaos, somehow I found peace in you, not peace of my spirit but peace of my loneliness. Longing for the connection between two entities that lights the skies,  even in solitude we find refuge in each other's silence. The rhythm of conversation, that separates only with  laughter, I have been searching a lifetime for the innocence of holding hands, the gaze that turns into memories, the ability of sensing without ever touching. I've been waiting and somehow I got here. I'm never sure, but each time I feel defeated, with the only conclusion that karma finally got me or should I say my past suppressed thoughts on inadequacy, insecurities, unequated comparisons they finally showed me what they look like so I can understand but today I know my worth, today I know better, today I choose me, today I know I'm great, but yet I somehow found peace in you for my loneliness even though I'm still lonely. 

here i stand

Something so sweet as a forehead kiss that allows a babbling reaction of unmarked notions for unwanted emotions. it's the act of vulnerability, the belief that you may just have found something special, something so rare in a world full of calamity and chaos. but it's a forehead kiss, a definition of prolonged emotion that has yet to be defined, an act of splendor intentions when you silently believe i just may be in the arms of love. it's the reaction of a long an intimate conversation, a stare that last for too long when souls connect and words are null and void. an embrace that quivers the small of your spine. the chill that makes the hairs on your arm and it stands without the allowance of your spirit. i thought it was magic, i thought it was love, something sweet like a forehead kiss that kindly reminds me of my favorite song. i hear you, more than i see you, silently i hear your thoughts parading in my mind, my heart still hears your voice commanding it. lost in a time where we were as simple as a forehead kiss, maybe it was my dream that didn't fit the reality, but here i stand.