by Tyanah August
AFTER A LONG, HARD NIGHT
I TAKE A DRAG FROM A CIGARETTE
'I THOUGHT U DIDN'T SMOKE.' HE SAYS.
'I THOUGHT I DIDN'T DO ALOT OF THINGS.' I REPLY.
HE KNOWS HE'S IN MY HEAD
ANOTHER SNAKE IN THE GRASS
ANOTHER WET SPOT IN MY BED
AS I LAY I THINK ABOUT THE ONE I THOUGHT I COULD LOVE FOREVER
THE ONE I CHOSE TO SPITE ON THIS NITE
BY FUCKIN ANOTHER FELLA
I WONDER IF HE'S WITH ANOTHER BITCH
LAID UP THINKING ABOUT ME AT THE VERY SAME MOMENT
I WOULD CALL BUT THAT'S RUDE
I'VE GOT COMPANY
I DON'T RESPECT HIM THOUGH
HE CAN'T MAKE LOVE TO ME
ONLY THRUST AND PUSH AND PUMP
NOT STROKE AND DIP AND KISS
SO SOFTLY
SO SLOWLY
THAT BASTARD DOESN’T CARE ABOUT ME
I TAKE A SIP OF MY NITECAP
AND TELL OLD JACK TO MAKE HIS SOLES CLAP
THEN AS SOON AS THE LOCK SNAPS
I'M DIALING 7 DIGITS BY HEART
BUT
NO ANSWER
I LAY ALONE
SOUL EMPTY
TEARS IN MY EYES
BODY AS COLD AS SNOW
THINKIN 'OH WELL, MAYBE TOMORROW'
* Tyanah's blog: spreadknowledgenotgossip.blogspot.com
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"No Man's Land"
by Tyanah August
There’s no such thing, as valentines in no man's land
No red roses with soft, puckering petals
Sprinkled delicately upon the carpets and tile
Of staircases and hallways into bedrooms and bath tubs
There’s no such thing as passionate soul stirring declarations of
Undying
Unyielding
Everlasting
Patient
Unselfish
Love
In fact, in this town we question rather it exists
There’s no balloons or “ribbons in the sky”
No tattoos of lips on necks
There’s no candle light in no man's land
No lingerie
No dimly lit cabarets
No slow jams in no man's land
….But there is a distinct understanding of the difference between a Fantasy and what’s real
No fairy tales
Glass slippers
Poison apples
Foxes, hounds or thumpers
Sleeping beauties or dutiful princes
There is no dependency to intangible dreams
Or evening star wishes
No unwelcome greetings by disappointment
In no mans land we commit to our focus
No one else’s
And it remains undeterred through necessary sacrifice
So don’t ask the residents about their love lives
Because regardless, they love life
There’s no such thing, as valentines in no man's land
No red roses with soft, puckering petals
Sprinkled delicately upon the carpets and tile
Of staircases and hallways into bedrooms and bath tubs
There’s no such thing as passionate soul stirring declarations of
Undying
Unyielding
Everlasting
Patient
Unselfish
Love
In fact, in this town we question rather it exists
There’s no balloons or “ribbons in the sky”
No tattoos of lips on necks
There’s no candle light in no man's land
No lingerie
No dimly lit cabarets
No slow jams in no man's land
….But there is a distinct understanding of the difference between a Fantasy and what’s real
No fairy tales
Glass slippers
Poison apples
Foxes, hounds or thumpers
Sleeping beauties or dutiful princes
There is no dependency to intangible dreams
Or evening star wishes
No unwelcome greetings by disappointment
In no mans land we commit to our focus
No one else’s
And it remains undeterred through necessary sacrifice
So don’t ask the residents about their love lives
Because regardless, they love life
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