Sweet escapes

Too bubbly my feelings
Perhaps to cancel out my thoughts
For I detest huddling over

In a fetal position, I shall weep
To heal myself of the past
This present to veer of the path of that tomorrow

Save me a tear, lest my fears overwhelm
Save me a smile, lest my tears engulf me
Save me a word, lest my loneliness envelope me

The sun's out
Draw out the curtains
May its smile radiate through my being
A new beginning - I shall take the opportunity

My Vivid Sanity

Luscious lips
Sensational smile
Feline look
Seductive gaze
Breezy walk
Lustrous mane
Elegant fingers
Gorgeous body
Bold look
Glorious mane

I could go on and on
Pining out after your sensuality
That quiet unthought of gestures
That sweetly reminds me of my place

Writing down each piece of your beauty
My ink runs faint
For the quill is blunt from your hot stare

Thoughts running wild
Like the banshee on a moonlit night
Come quickly into my bosom
My arms lay open for your embrace

Vivid dreams
Enigmatic
Invading my space
Tiny as it is but less suffocating
For you drown it in your thoughtful smile

Need I talk of those wondrous brains
Its capacity and capabilities
Mmmmm!
A sigh I guess is enough
For words crumble at the thought of its cascading beauty
So full, I can't begin to tread out of line
In its mess, true meanings are found
Content with the bullseye in your heart
That which carries my arrow of a heart

Turn around, my love
Show me those tear-filled joyful eyes
Calm in me the storm of probable loneliness
My world alone yet your presence
Your presence, quiet enough
Makes my soul ink these words
Words woven out of immense love.

Boatenmaa♡

Tales Unheard III

Death approaches but with a silent humor; a trace of mirth that you held hostage because of your worry. Death steals away your happiness; your reason to douse that flickering hope yet the embers rekindled births joy - living.

I once sought death, thinking that would bring me peace - obviously staring me in the face as I type. My heart was heavy and torn apart, into shreds; puzzle pieces incomplete as some blown away in the fiery of pain. My only decision and fulfilment was to take just one more breath, close my eyes and fade away to nothingness.

Memories have their own tunes: played sweetly and bitterly at moments of desperation - moments that all you want to do is lay still. It brings out that dance steps long forgotten, keeping your feet in taps and your throat humming then alas,  you arise and dance your heart away.

Then my reminiscent attitude got the better of me. Memories, flashbacks, thoughts, aspirations hitting me all at once.  No one single video to choose from - all blurry and fast-forwarded yet intelligible.  Tears escape from my eyelids and then I question my soul, "do you need to sink into an abyss to feel peaceful? "

#talesUnheard
♡ Boatenmaa

Tales Unheard II

All people await for is a wise saying from a well-versed other. All they wish for is to hear the success story of others, and then wish magnanimously to be the same , planting visions of great living in their heads, building up empires, all in the folds of a brain they have covered with a skull.

I however wish they focused on their story, took out the pen of their lives, and begun to write out their story. Many are clueless of which step to take. Inclusive, I do not even know the next thing I’m to type about yet know the difference, I continue to do so regardless of my practically blank mind - wishing for that day though.
All I am saying is continue and alter your ways as it is purported. Do not linger in a zone which suffocates and draws out the very life you have. You are a free bird, go out of your nest and fly. Hover over the mountains, glide upon the valleys, slide over the falls, beat the snowflakes , and allow the rush of the rivers to soothe your thumping heart. Nature has a gift, take your share, envisage yourself as part not a lingering aspect.

The tapestry is as beautiful as the cord or the loose thread. Wherever you are, the canvas is yours to paint; you just have to set it up on the eaves and draw out your brush and palette. A stroke at a time, one painstaking colour at a time, one draw of a lone at a time, one splash of paint on your clothing at one moment, a messy studio to show, yet a wonderful masterpiece finished.
The painting is not to be kept but to be shared, to be admired and appreciated .
More grease to your toes and knees as you rock your feet in anticipation. More grease to your neck as you look from side to side to carefully draw one line or the other. More grease to your wrist to draw out that lush of a smile.


#talesUnheard
♡ Boatenmaa