She's A Petal
And
He's A Thorn
From A Different
Type Of Story
Since They Were
Born
She's The Opposite
Of He
Such As A Butterfly
And He's
A Killer Bee
She Becomes A Victim
To His Sting
And He's Amazed
By The Colors
Of Her Wings
The Life He's Led
Has Left Him With Some Scars
But She Viewed Them All
As Mere
Beauty Marks
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How often
do we listen without listening
to our favorite artists
Comforted by the sound
of their voice
as it engulfs our being
Until
a particular phrase accompanied
with a musical backdrop
captivates our attention
Undivided.
Moments ago
As I listened to the words above
in italics
Jaheim & Mary J. Blige
illustrated opposites attract
in unconventional
happenstance.
Transporting me back in time
remembering an inclination previously expressed
attaching a new memory:
Have you ever heard a song
and felt the musicians ____
emitting through your speakers?
A sensation that causes a fluttering
in the center of your chest;
where emotions are stirred.
To me,
memory is beautiful.
Remembrances that are unexpected
or purposely rehashed.
Holds the pieces of where we've been & who we are.
~*PoeticParable (September, 2010)
For every blemish that cannot be erased
imbedded into our physiques
For all the words never spoken aloud
echoing in our minds
For every missed chance encounter
due to overthinking
For every second opportunity
because we didn't appreciate the first
Are lessons within
the vitality of living
never the totality of
our essence.
With understanding
the transference of energy
and the importance of
vibratory states
which effects our being
I surround myself with frequencies of love
as a constant reminder
of reciprocation.
To never become fixated
by a sentence
on a page
in the book of life.
Knowing
with every breath
that is taken
new words are written.
With every individual
we encounter
adds (+)
A comma, exclamation point,
predicate, verb, abbreviation,
question mark,
semicolon
or
An indefinite
period
to illustrate an
ending.
As our stories continue.
© LaToya S. C.
Don't Let A lot
Of People
In
You Get
Admission
I See Us Building
The Opposite
Of
Fiction