This right here is exactly what my most recent poetic post, Necessities and Desires, is about!

Love Love Love this song for multiple reasons

Necessities and Desires

My looks of concern and longing

Were mistaken for sadness and gloom.

Being crystal clear only works

If you speak the same language.

I longed to be included,

Not held at bay with the rest.

I was careful not to push and demand a place,

But let you come to me; even though, you never did.

Then, I became an obligation to fulfill;

Another entity on a checklist to complete.

Things were scheduled simply to keep me pacified.

I was no longer assigned emotions, but a time slot.

But I digress again to my main point.

Communication was gone and cast aside.

I tried to compensate and make excuses

To hide the growing pain within.

All I wanted, not needed, but wanted

Was a little reassurance that you felt

A little of what I did, do, always have.

It used to be there in your smile.

But the smiles, texts and emails are gone.

Because you just weren’t that into me.

I can’t say you didn’t care last year,

But we both know you can’t live for the past.

On your end, no one knew I existed.

I was the dirty little secret you kept

Secluded to dark streets, misty windows

And whispers of naughty thoughts in your head.

My end was tied up in hopes of fictional futures.

Everyone knew, but thought you were a figment

Of my imaginative hopes and dreams.

Not too good to be true, just nonexistent.

I look back and realize that, once again,

I was the side chick to something more important,

Rather than an addition to anything.

I was yet another complication with which to deal.

I saw the signs growing towards a dreadful fate,

Yet I held onto the slim chances that Love would win.

The Love that was shared and that which remains,

It still stands strong and refuses to fade.

You see, the Love is okay with existing on its own.

The Love doesn’t need to be a want or a need.

Love, in its purest form can stand strong and alone.

And yet and still, I am not Love; I just cling to it.

You didn’t need me,

I didn’t need you,

But in the end, all I wanted

Was to be wanted by Love.

Copyright ©2010 Natasha Guy

My Book!!!

Hi folks! I decided to promo me today! Yesterday I released my first book! Beautiful Fixation is a poetry collection that chronicles the formation and life of a female serial killer. Did I say Female Serial Killer? YES! Did I say...poetry?!?! YES! This book will revolutionize the way you see poetry today! Buy it directly from the site or message me at NatashaL.Guy@gmail.com to arrange a signed copy! Thanks to everyone who has supported me!!

Beautiful Fixation

It's amazing how two ppl can hear the same song yet create two very different masterpieces from the muse. While Ustreaming, MistressGem and I came across Cee-Lo Georgia Take a listen then come back....

Ok now that you've heard the muse.... read what came from it as it played.

Enjoy. *unity through poetry*

Olden Days
by Luvleeh Poetiklocks

Feeling the links of olden days

Dirt roads carry me back to the cotton fields of yesterday

And I link to my ancestral beat of their feet

As sacks filled with money they never received…

I smell the smoke of houses burning meat…

And I long for the taste of salted delicacies …

From my father’s home I am sitting on the porch… watching the slaves come from the basement

His home was apart of the underground train….

And I know my family held the caboose to the last running feet….

Jump from the track…. Onto the rail….

Freeing self… for northern living….

Longing to go back and get big mama from the big house… she’s cooking up a storm…

Enter the back door…

Kids roam…

Floured face… biscuits rising…

Making butter by the back step…

I see how rich I am…

My people built their wealth on the backs of opportunity….

Feet dancing… we parade the thought of freedom…

I live for unity…

Though my roots trace back to the inequalities of oppression…

Still I live on…

Change evolving the spirit within…

I live for love… and give to man…

For God showed me olden days…

And olden days are golden rays of my joy.

Voyage of Vibrations
by Poetess MistressGem

We both know our designated structured steps

But then the music strikes up something within,

The passion that drives the drummer of a different beat.

The beat varies as it hits deep for all of us,

Marching to the internal drummers that

Somehow all work like synchronized swimmers.

Down the mixed terrain trail we go.

Sometimes we stumble, sometimes we run,

But we are always keeping tempo with the movement.

Your movement compliments mine,

And as one ends another begins,

The extended line of catastrophic notes.

From one bar to the next, they follow each of us.

All on a different clef, but composed simultaneously.

Blend together making an orchestrated life.

Moving in and out of other's lives 

Bumping, partnering, avoiding.

Always impacting another.

Whether by chance or coincidence,

Unseen vibrations influence our auras.

Touch, tease, change the common atmosphere.

Dance with me

Dance against me.

Just make sure you dance.

Olden Days (c) 2010 Leandrea "Luvleeh Poetiklocks" Hill. All rights reserved.

Voyage of Vibrations (c) 2010 Natasha "MistressGem" Guy. All Rights reserved.


See more of Luvleeh Poetiklocks work at Poetik Rendezvous