I know im not the only one woman who believes that her woman intuition is never wrong. There has been so many times where I felt something deep down in my soul and didnt have proof to support how i was feeling, but it was just something deep down telling me I was NOT wrong. So I started to snoop around and found out that what I had been feeling was right. My BF was still involved with his BM. I asked him about it and he denied it. Even though the proof was in my face and all over his when i brought it up. I found out he is with her throughout the day, he stays at her house when he doesn't come home and he and her argue and text all day on the phone. He told me that he has to tell her we are not together just to see his son.. Now am i the only one who thinks this does not add up ???

It was our moment in time.

The light in your eyes danced in my soul.

You awakened me.

Honey eyes indeed!

I tasted all of you, so sweet.

Loving every inch of you with my eyes.

The quality of your sweet gestures and your touch that felt so real.

Soft, soothing, and safe.

Our minds danced miles and beyond miles into the galaxy.

The tone of your voice and language of your thoughts a symphony to my ears.

That light went out and off you go chasing your dreams.

A piece of my heart following as if to leave you bread crumbs back to me someday.

Just a moment…..

I crawled into

myself,

hoping that if I held

onto myself tight enough

I would disappear.

I was so full of the debri

I swallowed and the words

I never said.

But the wings I have

now

show me

that I did not

know I was

Cocooning.

©2017 Nokulunga Mazibuko

"Let me back in!" Rose screamed, as she pounded on the metal door. She knocked for several minutes, until her knuckles became raw, and bloody. She slumped against the wall, and sobbed.

The guard answered the door, puzzled. "You again?! Are you out of your mind?! I just released you an hour ago. You're free! Go live your life."

"I can find no peace in the outside world," she replied, "People are too selfish, and materialistic! I just saw an old lady get mugged, and no one did a thing about it! I saw a middle-aged man collapse, and watched teenagers trample over him like he was a piece of trash!"

The guard rolled his eyes. "You're preaching to the choir, honey. I'm just a pee-on here. I get paid pennies on the dollar. I get no benefits, and god forbid if I make a mistake! Are you sure this is what you want?"

"The prisoners have become my friends," Rose sighed, "The creatures that roam the halls of this dungeon, bring me comfort..."

Leave her with the ocean breeze, 

And drop her where the wildflowers grow.

Some people belong to no place and no one,

These wandering minds just like the sound of the word wild.

Break your shackles, run with them.

Taste the glory of pure wild.

And remember like homing pigeons, 

The wolves too return when it's time.  Ritika.Jolly

'A young comedian's true passion is not only to make the people laugh but to also make a name for himself'

Helen chuckles and says. "That's the worst jock I've heard all night and trust me your joke's suck!"

The man looks at her with cold eyes and responds with. "This is and inspirational speech to young comedians"

"I'm not the least inspired"

"Nor is anyone else here, I just started 5 minutes ago"

"A true inspirational speaker inspires within 3 minutes." She said imitating his voice.

"Would you like to come up here you failing comedian"

"Actually I will and I make 50 grand a show" 

"So lemme guess, you only get 1/2 a show every two years"

"Would it be funny if I said yes?"

"No it would be incredibly pathetic, lose-"

"Well in that case, yes" Helen said. The audience erupted in laughter.

"What, why the heck are you laughing?" As the inspirational speaker said this they all pointed to the back of the room. When he looked back he saw three cardboard signs that had the word LAUGH! on it.

"Oh sheez, this is disgraceful" and he started to cry. 

THE END 

background-"But this sucked"

YES IT DID 

by @MilesNowhere & @AmandaCary

core pulse

- - - - - - >

140 BPM

exhale to breathe

white light

red eyes

feeding / feeling

...............it ALL

I stumble and....

thaw

flawed and raw

floored by

gravity's law

lost between space

somewhere......

thoughts won't go

at least......

they shouldn't

not in this place

not at such a pace

that beautiful face

keeping me bound

weight me down

<please>

hold me down

I kiss the ground

at your feet

I am

f a l l i n g ........

I do,

I flail and I fall 'til

The black bottoms through

Suspend in your call while

The Earth makes its rounds

And it opens

Bound at the base

But it flowers

A slow pry to a pop

In scarlets, in violets

All amber in hue

There is you

Wading in rhythms

That I never knew

Riding on riddles

That should never exist

Cradled taught in your fist

I play safe

In your fingers

I kiss the ground

At your feet

I am

f a l l i n g...........

core pulse

----------->

180 BPM

remember?

I dreamt you....

what sweet hell!

water

theres always water

a trickle etched

a half baked sketch

my mongrel masterpiece

of longing

from decay

it wasn't the dream

but the waking

lucidly shaking

in (meta) boots....

of rusted dead roots

the crippling

penance of years

now

breaking away

to dig this tree

I kiss the ground

at your feet

I am

f a l l i n g........

I do,

I remember the sound of your

Heart as it cracked

Under pressure

The static reining of voices

Erasing the fissure

A hard mend was our ferry

To prod us through

And I knew

In an instant

I knew it was you

I had waited

So I kneeled to the distance

A heed in its cue

I pulled stops

Peeled the plaster

Shredding cords to a master

And I watched as you splattered

For this

Splinter frayed edges

Pry fixtures

No more treats for the tricks

Shift your salt through an

Air wave

As you fell into flew

Onto me

Thank you

I kiss the ground

At your feet

I am

f a l l i n g.........

core pulse

----- --- -- -

your history

a page upon mine

into the carbon

of friendly fire

<pfft>

we claim the pyre

perhaps our flame

will mark our time

back to element

we find

our way

dancing as cinders

together alone

together as one

together in always

to the very end of things

where breath

returns to air

and life

returns as grace

to rest in that place

I kiss the ground

at your feet

I am

f a l l i n g...........

I do

Too

I won't catch you

We weren't made for a count

A fire built to braise numbers

Fasten time to a tilt

I will

Fall

With

You

Meld right into your wind

A surrender

My hook looping your skin

Anti-clockwise we'll fail

Twisting backward

For presence

For half-taken tocks

Ticking twice on the kisses

Crush these overturned rocks

Until everything

Stops

And our soul is left

Weightless

And our stitches give in

To our beating

To our One

Now not torn from within

We kiss the ground

At our feet

We have

fallen..........

I am a woman.

I am black.

traits which make for the least protected, respected and safe

Human Being.

But I thrive, for my details aren't my prophets.

I fight with words and mind and voice

for I should also have that choice.

hoping that people on green pastures see that the

river of the wealth of the earth belongs to all.

That they may look over the fence and not see

stereotypes and victimity.

Can you hear?

Can you see?

And over the fence of ignorance,

you'll find that all the raging crowds scream for

is to be heard. without judgments.

to live. without borders.

to exist. without fear.

Just as you do.

but not knowing the cost of what

you were given for free (rights, freedom, respect)

Makes you estimate...always below.

Call our wounds scars and are desires unrealistic.

I request you to see the life in the statistic.

listen to the sea.

listen to me.

I am a women, not a vessel.

my mind is boundless.

my ability is not crippled.

my body is not a playground.

my mind is not a toy.

My job and career doesn't have a set position.

I can be who I want to be just as you can be what you want to be without a breathe lost.

I can like sports, cars, pants...it's not an abomination.

I can work 9to5.

I am a woman.

a human.

a life that will not wait on you to live

I only fight for you to see that I am moving on and forward.

march with me or trail along

I am a women grateful yet mercilessly strong.

I drink a cocktail of moonlight

But you see

I do not swallow

I breathe

The glow of that rock

It's remnants hushed

To a dust of humbled rays

Boasting the warmth

Of a million lights

Pulled by the touch

Of a blackened nothing

It crawls to the very corners of me

Into each and every crater that craves

To taste these memories of centuries

Traveled by the

Sun

Unknowing

And boiling in her own innocence

Her majesty all but aware

Of the weight she holds over

Countless souls

Who are one in the same

Once filtered through the teeth of time

Softened in broad strokes

And spilled graciously over us

Through this blessing of the

Moon