Incomplete thoughts...

Fallen

I think that I have shed my last tear;

I have stopped crying. I said I needed your love

and you made me feel so right.

Yet, I was losing my sense of self each moment I was with you

A stranger in my own body that you called yours,

But I do not remember who I was before I met you

It may very well have been yours —

every part of my flesh was at your disposal.

The way you looked at me boiled my blood —

so powerful, that gaze

My knees would give out and you were right there to pick

me up swiftly off my feet

Your sensual glare kept my heart beating.

Faster and harder it beat, like the flutter of a hummingbird

We fluttered and flew to extravagant places.

Each and every place was more beautiful than past, as if I too

was becoming more beautiful in your eyes.

Your gazed so strongly into my eyes that I never realized

your lips pressing into mine.

Yes, we were quite the love birds but I too was your prey.

Susceptible to your needs and wants but surreptitiously,

I was susceptible to your deceit.

When I closed my eyes to your kiss, I still saw you.

I saw US but not the other person

I did not see the other person shielded behind

your poisonous stare.

Who told you that you could have this heart to break until

a new one came along? How long…when did he come along?
Did you pick me off of my feet so fast that I failed to notice my surroundings?

I opened myself up. I gave you my flesh — the one thing I held dearest.

But you still used me. When did you stop caring? Why me?

I will and can no longer be your rare nectar you will flutter to when you already have something sweeter.

As I realized that our time has drawn to an end, it was too late for me.

‘Too late to reclaim my prior identity. What I once was, I had forgotten;

you inconceivably changed me with your persistent and sensual glare.

What happened to me? Who was I before you?

Now I have to go on my own journey in search to cure this amnesia,

hopefully not to flutter and fall prey to someone else.

I have shed my last tear; I have stopped crying. I am on my own

journey now to find who I was before your beautiful but entrapping stare.

~ Your Broken-wing

The Willow Tree

A disconcerted old man ambles towards a willow tree

In search of a memory that had eloped him in his past

He reaches out his hand to sit, pondering all the while and staring at the spindly branches

With cloudy eyes, he runs his tired eyes across each branch

Staring at how lovely the branches settle onto the worn grass

Brushing ever so lightly while the wind playfully dance through the branches

He then plucks a blade out of the grass which is carried off by the wind

The blade dances harmoniously with the wind

as the willow branches rustle to the tempo accordingly

Feeling warmth but a strange sense of desolation, the old man cries

A faint memory surface of a woman dressed in a flowery gown looking down upon him

Running her slender fingers across the spindly willow tree branches

With the sun behind her, the wind flowing through her hair, she smiles and unfolds her hand

The blade of grass that the old man had now lay upon her hand as well as an additional blade

Both blades now dance in the breeze as the wind carries them off

The old man cries, tears streaming down his face

Sobbing, he claws at the earth with the return of his memory

No longer in search of a memory once lost

The old man struggles with the truth

The truth that lies buried under the willow tree.

Lover’s dream

I slowly opened my eyes to the sounds of birds chirping,
I felt around the bed for your presence, and
Without a moment more, I closed my eyes again
to conjure up the images of your smiling face in front of my own
How beautiful you looked when the sun hit your brown, sparkling eyes just right
Your face radiated with such beauty — so much that I heard my heart flutter

It was amazing how you dazzled me so easily
I melted when I stared back at you
All I could do to convey my love for you was to keep quiet
As if any type of movement or noise would take away from such beauty

Contrary to my belief, you leaned forward and stopped
Merely a few centimeters now away from my blushed face,
You took your hand and brushed it lightly
Outlining my slim facial features and pursed lips, you whispered,
“I love you”
You were then there to catch the tear that escaped from my eye
and leaned in further to finally give me the impetus to start my morning
by kissing me softly on my lips.
“You are mine and forever mine you shall be,” you said.

I then, slowly opened up my eyes again to the sounds of birds chirping
I felt around the bed for your presence once more —
Only to find that you were not there.
Not today at least
I closed my eyes again, with no one to catch my tears this time
I closed my eyes to dream of the day I would one day see you again.

Here’s to new beginnings.

Hi, my name is Anthony Powell and I am currently a 3rd year University of Florida student studying pre-med Biology. I would like to say that I have free time, however; that is not the case. Furthermore, I was told not to make a tumblr due to its addictiveness…but what the heck right? College is all about learning from your mistakes.

Anyway, I would like to start my first post with a poem I wrote back in ENC1102. This will be the first of many writings on tumblr and I am the original creator of every piece of work on my blog. Thanks for reading and I hope you will enjoy my incomplete thoughts!

Was this to be known?

Is this how it feels like to be crushed?

All bunched up beyond the tree – all grown

To this soul where the winds have blown

Where all the gentle, summer sensations have gushed

I lie with the thought of acceptance in my tone

Reminiscing at what life has shown

A wave of emotion came over me in a rush

Why does it have to come to an end so sudden I moaned

Did not my ancestors create life as my thoughts roamed

If so, (and I believe so) why am I dying if Earth created earth I huffed

Then a flutter of wind, caused by neighboring birds, my mind honed

My essence, swirling amid the disturbed dust, awaited and atoned

Until I heard an ear-splitting scream cry out of the ground and I puffed

Is this it – is it shown?

To be or not to be – the question still roamed

In a final attempt, clinging desperately at life, I cried and I cussed

Crumbling into nothingness I did not own

Was this to be known?