NaPoWriMo #18

disappear

I’ve tried telling them
these feelings for you, but they
won’t listen to me

you must leave me be
I have nothing left to give
and you deserve more

I know it is true
yet you remain, my sweetheart
we both should let go

but fear still binds us
and the odds are stacked so high
you won’t disappear

NaPoWriMo #1

visit

today, I’ll visit
my crush, spend time
twiddling thumbs, give
housewarming gifts, and
listen to her laugh.

it’s fading; how I feel
for her–fleeting, and that
tells me time is preparing
me for a different phase,
peppering me with other
things with which to be
concerned.

and isn’t it funny?
how life has a trickle down
of happenings to keep
us on our toes even
when we’re so tired of
dancing.

scents

A pictured poem

Pictured Poetry created by Tremaine L. Loadholt

I love simple scents: not too loud & aggressive. And if you’ve ever dated me or you’re close to me in some way, you know this.

My home smells like sage, a lavender & amber or vanilla/wood candle or simple-scented incense. I don’t stray away from these.

One, because my nose is sensitive to loud scents and actually cannot handle them. Two, I’ve various allergies and scents that are too loud or fruity or over-the-top make my eyes itch and water and I begin a sneezing fit that can last longer than it should. Lol.

I know I’m weird. And I am okay with this.

Oddly enough, the woman I am digging on for the last year and some change is the same way. However, she’s asthmatic, so she doesn’t wear loud-scented perfumes and her home is a welcoming space smelling of sage or her favorite candles and incense. Soft & luring. Not over-the-top.

If we ever become anything more, I’ll be safe in her space. And that’s a beautiful thought.