Crushing on Fitzgerald

Crushing on Fitzgerald. What a great poet he is indeed.

Conversations

Another one from Navin E. I just can't seem to pull myself away from Words Written In Silence.

I often ask myself questions
Talking to myself in my head
I can feel my mouth opening partially
Speaking to faceless men

The same men who hide
In the shadows of daylight
More fearful than the darkness of night
And yet I speak to myself

I imagine the conversations
I had hoped to have; day or night
Faces; behind the words in my ears
Yet, even masks are a luxury

I often ask myself questions
Talking to myself in my head
I can feel my mouth opening partially
Speaking to faceless men

To The Beautiful People by Navin E.

Everyone needs to be told that they are loved, by someone, at some point. You can question their meaning of their words or who says them to you, but you need to hear it. So do I and so did she. 

She was beautiful. She is. Not in the way, I learnt to acknowledge beauty. Somehow, somewhere it became about the most revealing clothes, a slim physique and yet voluptuous in the right areas, flowing locks as if they were taken straight from a shampoo advertisement and most importantly, an unblemished visage. 

There was never any mention of character or behavior. No one taught us that and we never learnt. Not until, we began to accept the disappointments life threw our way. The "beautiful people" didn't look at us, not the way we wanted them to. Natural selection perhaps? They went for those high performing individuals, with the perfect physique and the symmetrical smiles. That was never me. 

Rejection teaches you to change your approach. And you always told not to "lower your standards", but that's what you've been taught to believe. Perfection was beauty. Anything else was you "settling". Again you learn through disappointments, which are blessings in disguise. Not that we know it at the time or something that any of us would admit. 

Now, to the woman I love. I want to tell you how beautiful you are, but it is something I haven't known. I am learning this slowly. I am learning to accept that your beauty lies in the way your eyes scan my frame and the smile that follows, telling me you "accept me". I now know the stories you tell me in silence. Your beauty lies not in what you choose to show me, but you simply being yourself; without any compromises.

I know today, I love you. Perhaps you will ask for reasons or simply be content to be loved. I do not know. I pull you closer, when I speak of a future because I want to share it with you and no one else. I am understanding beauty as I understand love.

I want you to know, I haven't "settled", but understood how to love the scars where your beauty lies. It is the absence of perfection, which makes you beautiful.

For more beautiful words visit Words Written In Silence

A Day For Superheroes

A Poem For Mum 

By Champagne S. Baker 

You are the sunlight in my day, 

You are the moon I see far away. 

You are the tree I lean upon,  

You are the one that makes troubles be gone. 

You are the one who taught me life, 

 How not to fight, and what is right. 

You are the words inside my song, 

You are my love, my life, my mom. 

You are the one who cares for me, 

You are the eyes that help me see. 

You are the one who knows me best, 

When it's time to have fun and time to rest. 

You are the one who has helped me to dream, 

You hear my heart and you hear my screams. 

Afraid of life but looking for love, I'm blessed for God sent you from above. 

You are my friend, my heart, and my soul 

You are the greatest friend I know. 

You are the words inside my song,  

You are my love, my life, my Mom.