BIPOLAR By:illustrious 2011©

I use to stare at ur shadow

Just watching how ur aurora would glow

Now their just flicks of memories though

I wish I could have them back,,,, so

I caress ur pictures as if u were here after before

As if u never let ur heart beat out that front door

I wish I could have them back,,,, like a crack Fein wanting some more

We was here together but our mind was offshore

Couldn’t keep asking myself  questions that I never had the answer for,, so I ,,,,

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Pretend,,,,,,,, as if im painting my own fairytale

Dropped my seven dwarfs, cuz I thought , I thought I knew u well

Tried to make it heaven when u made it rain hell

i even tried to paint gloss on it, when u made it pastel

I knew it had to be a time for words of farewell

Parts of me want to escape and turn back the hands of time

Just to spend more time

 With you in this lifetime

During good times,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,our love use to sing like wind chimes

But other times seems like silent mimes,, and I

I use to stare at ur shadow

Just watching how ur aurora would glow

Now their just flicks of memories though

Then again I don’t think I would want them back,,,, soooo

Violin Strings

I am the strings he plays on a violin

 I dance with him at night with no beat 

And every chance I get with him,

 I sweep him off of his feet 

Make him moonwalk on clouds

 but make it feel so concrete

 I wanna promise you no mistreat,

 I wanna be you’re elite

 I wanna engage so we can make our ends meet 

 Illustriousdapoet2020 

Loving Myself

They say, with time it heals all wounds

Sometimes, it’s the place where grace just enters you

Damaged goods, callous scar tissues

Singing the blues, while nurturing my bruise

Leading with logic and not with my heart on my sleeves

My heart can disappoint me, but my mind perceives

Self-determination was part of the healing

Pain is human, but I learned that being true to myself is quite appealing

I am my own primary priority

Started with Me, Morally

I had to dig a little to find her

In silence, I can hear her affirmations whisper

Mending myself, transforming

Honey attract flies, because they swarming

Loving myself first, watching my blessings fall in place

I have a story to tell, make room in your book case

By Nancy Illustrious Silfort