A Story Told....and unveiled

A Story Told


She hangs off of the bridge hopelessly,
A stream of tears runs down her face...
falling into the river's current rushing beneath her feet.
There is no more to give, no more to take
No reason to live.

His hands touches hers...
with pain written all over his face.
Saving her is saving himself,
Though he'd rather just walk away...
There is this force making him stay.

"Why are you here!" She cried
All he can do is look into her eyes..
There he sees this girl with a smiling face,
Her spirit dances with his...
and together they fly.

Soaring high...
Looking at land from afar...perfectly in one peace
Together they could stay forever...
Divided, they...he couldn't imagine.

The young girl...eye's raging red
Hangs there confused wanting to let go.
"Leave me!", she yelled, "Leave me be."
He tries to speak...but mesmerised
by her eyes..he swallows hard.

"I love you", calmly, he says.
"And although I wish I didn't, I do."
She stare back at him hurting...
however; it is not her that he sees.

Back in that perfect place
He envisions the two of them
Dancing on the cloud..
singing aloud...
No one but them two.

The sun always shined,
even when there were rain showers,
nothing ever turned into a storm.
He had she and she had him.
Even on their coldest nights, they were warm.

She is now torn...
"Well don't. Don't love me
Go on your way and I'll go mine,
We are through, we are done.
You will get over me with time"

He knows what she is saying is true
But something other than himself just will not let her free...
"Tell me," he says "What do you see...
When you look at me."

She looks and becomes lost in his eyes...
The rain stops and the sun smiles down on them.
He holds her hand and vows forever.
"Forever and ever" to be exact,
"We'll stay here forever, and never go back."

He looks down at her hopeful,
she looks back at him burdened...
"But how..."she asks..."can we?"
Rain pouring heavily over them...
making their hands slippery...
He says...

This other guy steps in his vision
and he hears her laughter...
though he can't see her face,
he feels her presence....
and her presence in him was dying

He feels himself falling,
as he screams her name
she turns in shame
She with he..he who is NOT him.

So many questions flood his thoughts
but fast he is falling.
Falling to an unknown depth he looks up
looking at her watching as he descends.

On that bridge ...
water slides between their fingers.
His grip lightens up as furry reads across his face
"I know" she say,
"Now let me go."

No longer in that perfect place
where the sun forever shined.
No longer in that comfortable state
where he could say "Forever Mine"

"I want to let go," he said,
"but I love you,
and my love is stronger
than anything you could ever do to me."

She began to speak, but he stopped her.

"Now I will not play the fool,
nor will I allow you to play me,
but if you love me like I love you
then we can and WILL work this out
and nothing like this will EVER happen again.
And in saying you do, I do not have to pull you up,
because you will VOLUNTARILY come off of this bridge,
and back to me.

She looked at him
with love in her eyes,
but doubt in her heart...and said

"I do not have doubt in us....
but I do not feel worthy of you,
for all that you are and stand for
it kills me to know that you loved me so...
and I hurt you..betrayed you...
For him, I let you go.

"For all of this is true, but if you love me truly..
I can forgive you, and you should forgive you too.
You do not owe me a thing, except for your word...
you heart..you love...your truths...
if it is genuinly for me."
and with that he let her go.

Tears poured intemperately,
her eyes closed, her heart opened...
her hands let go of the bridge...
and she was lifted, landing next to...

Looking up at her husband
Although, not in that perfect place
where the sun shined always,
with time they both knew they'd return.

They'd fly there again, hand in hand
heart in heart...with time, they would heal.




*What's lost
can be found
What goes up
Will come down
Where there is he
There is me
and no one shall ever come in between.*








A Story Told....Unveiled

In this poem each party reflects back to their relationship prior to the infidelity.
This poem is symbolic.

The bridge= Their relationship
**Never was she actually attempting to jump off an actual bridge in attempt to kill herself..but it symbolizes bringing an end to the relationship.

Stanza 1 line 1- She hangs off of the bridge hopelessly
is the same as "hangin by a piece of thread in the relationship"...On the verge to ending the relationship.

Stanza2 line 1- When he grabs her hand indicates that he isn't ready to give up and is holding on to their relationship.

The perfect place=Their Feelings.
There is no actual "perfect place" it is how they envision their relationship.

Stanza 9...Line 1 The sun always shines- indicates they are always happy with one another.
Line 2&3 Even when there are rain showers...Nothing turns into a storm- indicates that even when there are disagreements and troubled times, they work them out and doesn't let them escalate.


Stanza 13 Line 4- Rain pouring heavily over them- symbolizes the guilt and pain between the two, indicating that they are no longer in that perfect place, and their relationship is in trouble.

Stanza 14 lines 2-3- He hears her laughter..but can't see her face- this symbolizes his SUSPICION...that he FELT something was wrong before he KNEW something was wrong...and lines 4-5 goes on to explan that by simply saying it doesn't feel the way it used to.

Stanza 15 line 1- He feels himself fallin.
**If you recall in Stanza 4&5 line 1 Together they could stay forever...Divided, he couldn't imagine"
Well stanza 15 line 1- he feels himself falling even before he KNOWS of her infidelity...because they are drifting apart and no longer in that 'perfect place"

She turns in shame...she is with he ...he who is not him...is when she is caught with the man who is not her husband.

From this point on I think you will understand the rest. Thank you.

A Broken Pocketbook

My hips are tantilizing
eyes mesmerizing.

A beauty beyond
one's mind imagine....

and I blow niggas mind
time after time.

This is no lie
I walk pass....ass bouncing
from the left to the right
and back to the left again.

He can't take his eyes off of me,
and his mind full of sin.

I walk straight up to him
whisper in his ear

"Nigga you wanna fuck?
Or you wanna love?
Cause yo mouth is saying one thing,
but yo eyes anotha and.....

I'm not one of those lil pissy girls
with love on my mind.
I take you niggas for what your worth.
Nothing but dolla signs $$$$$$

So for the right price....
I'll blow ya fucking mind."

He looks at me with that side eye,
as though I tell I lie.

He gives me this cocky smirk
as tho he about to play me...

I tell him
"I don't fuck for free,
nigga you GONNA pay me!"

He tells me that I'm beautiful,
he says my eyes are pretty.
He says how he loves my curves,
and that he likes his woman thick.

His woman huh?
Yea he tryna blind me.
He says's he doesn't trick,
but if I'm good, he'll wine and dine me.

It's funny,
this nigga don't know me at all.
So I play that "I'm flattered" roll
like he about to make me fall.

So I follow him to his crib.

Strip to nothing but my thong,
and throw a nipple in his mouth.
Look him in the eyes,
still he ponders what I'm about.

Out o fhis clothes,
and I quickly hop on that dick.
Ass pounding up and down...
juices splashing....
his "cool" is crashing.

I giggle at his grimace,
taken back by my assertion,
he breathes healvily to the beat of my ass...

'smack, smack, smack'
slapping up against his thighs.

Look him in the eyes
and he's fighting hard
to stare back at me.

He wants it from the back,
thinking he can gain some control
and I give it to him.

On all fours,
I throw it back diligently.
Nah, I don't think
this brotha was ready for me.

See my soft eyes,
gives the facade of innocense,
well wasn't he is for a hell of a surprise...

Through the mirror, I watch him
getting ready to nutt.

I bite my lip.

Hop up and throw that dick in my mouth
tickle it with my tonsil...

and suck the nutt up,
as though it were the very last cherry pop on earth.

His limbs become flaccid,
he loses his balances.
I stare at him...like
"Nigga I got chu"
as he collapses...
his kids slide down my esophagus.

I rise up.
Pop my neck to the right,
then the left.

I watch him as his eyes
become heavy...
and slowly close.

Closed, they remain,
and his breathing slows...

He sleeps
so I act fast, as I always do.
Search his crib,
find his wallet
pay my bills.
(thank God for the automated system)

See niggas wanna fuck,
but a bitch gotta live.

and they fall for it EVERY time.

I shake my head at the pore sap,
but leave a note all the same.
Slowly I crept out,
without ever learning his name.

It's a shame but,
I beat him at his own game.

See they rob us emotionally.
just so they can fuck for free...

Then leave us torn, scorned amd confused,
and I'll be damned if I'm the only one getting used!

Oh yes homeboy, we'll both play the fools.

So you'll wakeup and read:

"Dear John Doe,
I don't know you are,
or what you do.
You think you fucked me?
But I fucked you :-)"

A Potrait

A poet is an artist....
painting the most beautiful pictures
with words.

Her eyes were my model,
and this paper my canvas.

Sadness spill across
the painting
interrupting all the joy life brings.

Her words dance around my pen
guiding it's every stroke.

There is no pain comparable,
and my pen, my paper, and I are the witnesses...

and so we begin to paint.

We paint her heart...
full of life and love
yet hurt and broken

Praying to God to repair His child,
to let her love again.

We paint her beauty, her strength
as she praise our God through her troubles,
through her pain.

Though her life will never be the same...

we paint her song...
that she silently sings
a song that only she can hear...

but we can feel,
and my heart pours out to her.

If she were paint,
I'd be the brush
and I'd dance with her...

feeling her embracing her...
loving her....
wishing I too possessed her strength and her beauty.

As she looks over at her son's casket...
a bit of her beauty splash onto everyone in the room,
and we are all touched.

Everyone's life now altered in a tiny way,
by a two year old and his beautiful mother
who danced their way into our hearts.


A poet is an artist....
painting the most beautiful pictures
with words

As I finish up with one more graceful stroke,
the last tear drops...

with them both in the palms of God.
I know she will be alright....

and the painting is complete.


**Dedicated to Kaneesha Jones...In memory of JaKylen Brakebell

Open

Let me see...
Let me peep.

Tie my hands behind my back,
I will be good.

I promise.

Slowly undress yourself.
from your hair clip...
now further..
and further...
on down to your toe ring.

Come closer...
do a little dance for me:-)

The lighting is just right.
Nice flicker from the candles.

My breaths becme slow and deep
and yours begin to match mine.

You walk to the rhythm of the music
and I like....

I want you.
Your curves.
You lips,
those eyes.

Touch me.
Anywhere.

Let me kiss you,
run my wet tounge
down your spine.

Let me taste you.

Your lips touch mine,
gloss sticking,
tounges dance,
saliva mixing to motion.

Run your hand over my breast
one by one,
Warm tounge dancing around my nipples

this has become a competition of
who's tounge can dance the best.

Your quiver
that moan
your unbroken glare.

I feed on it
pleasing you in everyway possible.

Your lips on my ear,
your hands on my hips.
Iiiiiii.................

am speechless.

How can I say
what I want to say when,
I don't really know what to say.

So I...
I just whisper your name again
and again...

You're touch elevates my heart rate
lights a fire in my "area"
Yours is calling me and
Mine BURNS for yours...

it's throbbing...
robbing me of all innocense.
I've been exposed and...

this door you've opened,
I don't want to close so...

Ride me, like I am the Atlantic
and you???
You are the captain.

In Love

Your mind closes
your eyes follow.
Your heart opens
and love has spoken.

All of your fears
slowly disappear.
This chemical reaction
draws you near.

Your body goes numb
your heart beats fast...
all that mattered before
is left in the past.

Your soul smiles
and your heart knows
where ever this takes you,
you shall go.

You spend your days...mesmerized.
Until one day you gaze into her eyes,
it on this day that you realize....

In a matter of days
you've gone on a journey...

from dream
to reality.

from lust
to like

from like
to love.

An undescrible,
yet often confusing feeling...

Altho you want to run...
run as far in the other direction...

You are glued.

Paralyzed by love.....

you stay,
as she consumes your every being...

Slowly, she melts...
seeping deeper & deeper,
until reaching the very depths of your soul.

And unnoticingly,
No longer paralyzed,you stay willingly
Loving being one.
She in He... in love.

L.I.F.E

Days turn into nights,
and back into days.

I lie here wondering...
what is this about?

L.I.F.E.

I'm scared, I'm hurt
I run and hide...

every feeling that I fear
slowly creeps inside.

Invading my brain,
taking over my mind.

My eyes, wide open
but vision is blind.

Can't see outside of this...
L.I.F.E.

and I try and I try.

Happy people disgust me
with their happy lives
and satisfied wives.

Pearly white teeth,
inside those big cheesy grins...

pure minds,
ignorant to all of this sin!!

Even as they commit it,
they'll never admit it.

Satisfied in their make believe lives

I can't shake this hatred
that has built within.

L.I.F.E.

I shake my head at.

Dark gray clouds running in
and begins the down pour,
and I'm just sitting here taking it all in.

L.I.F.E

Hate it or Love it
I'm here for reason.
And I'ma ROCK this bitch
until my very last season.

L.I.F.E

A Little About My poems

Ok, so I've been writing since...well I can only trace it back to 5th grade...so however old we are then lol. Alot of time I just think of the starting line and the rest just flows...or a catchy title. A LOT of my poetry are from random thoughts (which I have A LOT of) so please please PLEASE don't assume that everything I write about aspires from my own life...although I do have some very personal and genuine poetry, that will too be posted on here, not all of them are about me. So don't make assumptions about my charater...simply ask me about me and what inspired me to write the poem in question.Thank you!

By many I've been told to write a book! Well honestly, with my life, I don't thin I really have the time to deal with all of the book tours, and promoting and all of the works included. Writing for me is a past time, that I soo happen to be a little good at, but it's not my passion; NURSING IS:-) So please enjoy and your welcome to submit requests for a plot or theme or whatever! email: antoinettelpn@yahoo.com twitter: http://www.twitter.com/AntoinetteBitch

Memories

Where memories lie
are buried emotions put to rest,
left unexplored and undiscussed.

Where memories lie
are died out passions
that once lit a fire
that blazed above the rest.

Where memories lie
are broken hearts and pain,
unanswered questions
and those endless tears....
that eventually ran dry.

Where memories lie..
are pieces of regret,
patched up like a bad quilt
trying to make up some form of satisfaction.

But when those memories are uncovered....

Like ghosts, the creep inside your mind,
residing in every thought,
taking over your dreams.

Creating unbroken confusion,
false feelings,
psuedo love
and that phantom passion.

Initiating a very real urge to explore
the maybes, the could bes, the would bes.

Fighting back perception
with reality.

When percieving feels soooo damned good.
Reliving the past...
taken over by those past emotions,
imagining the future, or the "now".

Once those memories
have escaped from their grave,
it's hard to kill the dead.

Can't help but ask myself:
Is is possible to still be in love with a ghost?????

No, it isn't.
Memories aren't simply thoughts,
they are emotions to.

So pack them back tightly with care.
Seal them with a kiss,
for they do exist.
And secure them...
with a lock, my present life.

mother and wife.

HURT

Tear me down with sadness,
with pain.
If there is no you,
what is there to gain?

I scream your name
whole heartedly
wishing you'd return.

But I've broken us
beyond repair.
Everyone is looking at me,
with this pathetic stare.

No not "empathetic",
just pathetic,
like I am nothing.

Shaking their heads,
as though I am am an embarrassment
to them!

TO THEM???
TO THEM???

What do they know?
With thier fancy cars
and big house,
wives with husbands,
husband with wives
and their perfect mannered children.

They haven't had to want for anything
and all my life I've wanted everything
only to recieve NOTHING!

But hey!
That is the life God planned for me.

and finally my one wish comes true
and that wish was to have you!
and I killed that dream,
ripped it right out of the seam.

Man's bestfriend is a dog...
Woman's a diamond....
well I stand here with neither,
friendless.

emotionless.

which is alot easier than feeling the pain...
Maybe that's why God never gave me anything...
he knew I'd eff it up!

Comeback!!
Yet another wish, unfullfilled.

Puppy love

Walk with me,
down that old gravel road,
and lets kick up the dust together.

Laugh as I sneeze over and again
endlessly:-)

Nervously take my hand and
interlace our fingers,
look me in the eyes...

and silently say:
I like you.

Let those butterflies
in our bellies
flutter together
in a land where its just you and I.

You and I.
You and I.
You..............
and
I...........

take me to that old brige
that crosses that old river.
Let's stop there bc you know
I have this undying fasination with water.

We'll talk and talk.
You and I,
as I pour out all of my secrets.
Things I'd normally lie about,
to anyone else.

But that smile, those eyes,
my truths just run like that old river.
Endlessly.

Oh, you want to go to that little playground now?
We can slide down that big slide!
Yes the one, I've always been afraid of...
because you make my fears go away.

We can swing on those old tire swings.
You can push me, or I can push you.
Perhaps we can push together
then jump on at the same time

then laugh at whoever should fall!

I try to stay clear from that old merri-go-round
because of the last time I pucked.
But if that's what you'd like,
Of course we can,
I'd go anywhere with you.

It looks as though the sun is setting.
Oh you wish to walk me home!?
Oh how embarrassing my little giggle is...

but with you I could not hide it.

Over this old bridge again...
Look at the orange and purple...
that has taken over that old river's hue.

Oh you'd like to sit?
Watch the sun set?
Well this time let's talk about you!

I'll sit and listen as you speak,
studying you,
learning you,
loving you.

Oh! The street lights are on,
I must make it home...
so we will race on down that gravel road...
and you shall eat my dust!!!

Well I am home now.
Thank you for such a lovely day.
Should I kiss Goodbye???

No kiss goodnight.."goodnight"
we say
and in the bed we lay.
He always brings out the kid in me:-)

Who Says??

Who says you can't love the way you want to love???

The Bible...Our God...

Says you shouldn't love how you want to love.

My mommy told me "No sex before marriage."

Matter of fact our God did too....

How many single and unwed mothers do we see???

Not saying it's right...but it's reality.

Now WHO says you can't love the way you want to love??

They ridicule...and taunt...they bully...and enforce fear...

they say your a disgrace, using God as ammunition.....

but let's face reality here.

What human has never disappointed or been unworthy

of our Almighty??

"He who has no sin, cast the first stone."

And since no one stands tell them to leave you alone.

Look at you mate, with love and trust

even while they look at you with pure disgust.

Hold hands if you want and love publicly

with no shame inside...

Kiss...touch...feel...hold that GAY PRIDE.

Because the truth is:

People will be disappointed...bc it abominates God...

but people with HATE...will just hate because they are hateful...

not from creed...because HATE, too, is sinful.

So the final question remains:

Who says you can't love they way you love??

The prejudice, the ignorant...maybe even the government

But two hearts will out speak them all...because...

LOVE has no gender.

Our World

What becomes of a world
when you uhappily conform
and spontaneity becomes a distant memory?

What is a world
when you loving freely, truely, unresponsibily....
is no more.

What is a world
when dreams remain dreams and
even miracles, disappear from reality?

What is a world
with....out...
fairness or perfection????

What becomes of such a place?
ADULTHOOD.