
Unfiltered Affection By: Deidre Gibbs
his words were the slap in the face
that was heard across different states
she never cried just breath in deeper as she stood waiting for more
more of his blows she waited for
she believed if he cared like he said he show it and took his anger as love
as he threw her heart to the floor
never saying he was sorry
she always wanted more
more from him because she saw the good when her bruises healed that people never saw
because even when she vented all they saw was love
not knowing the love she got was abusing and confusing
he new he had her heart
and could get want he wanted
from the start
so he made it very clear that when he gone too far that he was sorry
but new he be back at it by morning
she would still be there smiling hoping and praying
that what she wanted would be there
others saw it
she just wanted to live it…experience it with him
not as others but as what they were silence meant
she waited in horror wondering if she was going to see tomorrow
with him
she rather his anger than nothing
hate for love
confusion for compassion
being used for acceptance
but she never showed him her anger…not till that blow was too great
her dreams vanished from that final blow
she couldn’t hold back as the hurt showered down her face
and countries felt the pain of loss she felt but in the end
she still wanted him back
wanted to feel his pain
wanted to feel his dreams
wanted to be where they were headed to be despite his blows
she wanted him back
she wanted what she new was true
true he could be an asshole but he was still true to being original with her
that’s something she was always looking for no matter what he was
true she new what she was getting into
but still never gave up on him
like so many did to her
she wanted him back
she got him and he gave her everything she wanted
everything she longed for he gave her him
now her soul is dearly departed
because she wanted him back
took what he gave for the sake of her version of love
family
her serenity
she is at peace because she got to see him at his best
if I know her even in heaven
she wish he was there
because she saw the best in him
and in her mind he belonged there
Flowers for the lady By: Gentlemen S. J. Spiphy
Flowers for the lady with the weighty heart
The beautiful Miss missing the charismatic kisses and composed caresses that blesses away
the distresses of being neglected or perhaps alone
The fair maiden who’s laden with the burden of having no of her own but remains strong Well fashioned with her chastity belt well fastened until her noble groom comes along.
Flowers for that lady Flowers for the lady bearing the bereavement of death by a thousand lies Who cries a million tears through her disguise as she meagerly toggles between resentment and clemency Her husband’s tendency to cloak
his infidelity out weights his good intentions Thus sacrificing the harmony of their relationship to the weeds grown from the insidious seeds of dissension Flowers for that lady Flowers for the lady found bound by the insurmountable debt of losing her love, after using her love to restitute the insolvent spirit
of this man who poses as her king But bears no ring to validate all the virtue she’s given. Faithfully living a dour reality beneath the fantasy of one day becoming his legitimate bride, his covenant queen Flowers for that lady Flowers for the lady, whose honor has been disgraced, beauty misplaced, body exploited and intelligence ignored
Bored to the point of disgust with his lust and meaningless attraction to everything but her except who she is, what she feels, and how she thinks; her personal perfections, corrections as oppose to her frivolous flaws and kinks
Flowers for that lady
Flowers for the lady,
those of every color, culture, and creed that struggle fight and bleed to diligently meet the need recommended by the survival of the fittest for the best interest of her family without that paper husband chosen by the government for assistance Despite social and economically resistance her spiritual integrity continues to produce patience and persistence to keep pressing towards the mark of a higher calling and a better success, accepting nothing less Flowers for all of the ladies, keep praying, keep staying, keep trusting God and may you forever be blessed.