One Drunk Night

One drunk night, I made a decision on impulse 

And it should have been stupid and meaningless 

But it was as far from that as could be 

It led me to connection of rarity and depth 

A sweet shot of special went down 

And it was hard yet so easy to take 

One drunk night, my defenses went up high 

And I was ready to go crazy 

Until I realised that crazy had me instead 

I didn't want to be evaluated on what someone thought they knew 

False words and niceties aren't required to appease me 

But I never knew I'd be shown the meaning of all that was expressed 

One drunk night, I threw caution to the wind 

And strong storms settled in sweeping me to a secure space 

Where I left logic at the window and sought no shelter from the rain 

A cleanse of pure honesty bathed my raw vulnerable soul 

It hurt to feel the fresh air upon my fragile lacerations 

The sting of warmth left me wide open reflecting progress I had yet to make 

One drunk night, I talked a lot but also listened 

Deep conversation captivated and entranced my soul completely 

Unfolding many layers often kept from being exposed to the outside world 

Maybe it was the easement I found in genuine understanding 

Perhaps it was the deep pain that I saw we both did share 

Or maybe it was the way nontrusting nature tends to bond damaged paranoid hearts 

One drunk night, my heart was struck with feeling 

Profound emotion broke through alcoholic liquid barriers 

Potency of natural substance deluded that of man-made strength 

My brain stripped of specifics yet the feeling still remained 

The morning after I was not met with regret nor shame 

I welcomed the day with undeniable interest of what was to come 

One sober night, I went back to where I'd been 

To see if all I'd collected were just remnants of random chance 

But I was greeted with mutual desire to continue where we left off 

I held the feeling tight with no control of my own 

And it was a great thing to know that I indeed was not alone 

Comfort the source that quenched our thirst for authenticity infrequently found 

One drunk night, I think I came across a piece of delicacy 

Hidden beneath the wreckage and lost in the midst of surface smiles 

Unaware of the value till I got wrapped up in the gift of its presence 

Sometimes I'd reach out and it would be too far to touch 

But when it fell into my hands it seemed to fit into them with ease 

Warm material upon my fingertips invoked an urge to see what could be constructed 

It's fact that some treasures are obtained through building and discovery 

Created by connecting each piece imperfectly into perfect place 

And I believe treasures are meant to be cherished and kept safe 

All because of one drunk night, this connection began to formulate 

And I learned how to contribute to the art of treasure making 

I could have soberly stayed at a distance if it weren't for intoxication that still persists

I Thought About You

I thought about kissing you today. 

I thought about taking your face in my hands 

And pulling your lips to mine. 

I thought about caressing your mouth with my own. 

Pouring everything I am, 

Everything I want to be(to you) into you. 

I thought about the feel of your soft skin, 

The intoxicating aroma of your perfume 

And the fiery look in your beautiful eyes 

As we slowly pulled away from each other. 

Then I realised, you were not here. 

And I was not there...

It was only then did I remember to breathe. 

Its been how long now? 

And somehow 

you still manage to render me breathless.

Shall We?

Shall we end this war tonight, 

This cold battle of silence between us?

  

Shall we boldly unroll our banners of surrender in gentler breezes for which we both long to breathe? 

No words are more strong than those spoken in hunger 

by proud, starving mouths of wounded eagles. 

  

No soldier has ever regarded my scars with disdain. 

Likewise I will hold no blade to your own. 

Every star that bleeds from your stigmata is a guiding light to your cross so I might help you bear it. 

  

Shall we discuss the importance, yes, the human need 

to replace bad memories in the wake of good ones? 

With words unspoken, we will never be open, unless we...

Take our bloodied bandages and turn them into flags of glory. 

Take shrapnel from the soul and create a solid ring of love. 

I've never believed in heaven, but it feels like I'm close when I'm with you.

  

Not all angels speak with the same tongue of flame. 

Teach me your language so I may understand 

just where you’ve been, where you wish to go, 

and spread fires of passion as I speak to your skin. 

Destroying each fibre you hide from me,to repair the parts you lost in battle. 

  

Sleep if you must when the night’s yawn grows. 

You’ve earned your peace and soft nightingale is near 

to sing in your ear her secrets as you dream. 

Filled with clarity...

I will be here to  protect your dreams in the evening,  

& guard your hopes in the morning. 

  

When breaks the dawn shall we hike to open field 

where stretches an oak from which two lovers once hung? 

A resemblance that one can love and lose.

The woman took her life when he went off to war. 

He returned years later and in grief did the same. 

The pain consumed him as the realisation, that the love he once had will never be found again.

  

Shall we turn a new leaf on that same old branch 

as I take you to heart and lay every secret,

Breaking down the walls which condemn us, to see the good in people.

Unknown to the night, making love in stark light, 

to your scars and your birthmarks beneath the aged tree? 

Shall we carve our name on the tree so we can return at a later time in life? 

Just to try this love thing again.

  

If your answer be a most heartfelt "yes", 

so I with honour agree. 

  

Shall we begin?

Will This Last?

Can you tell me are we meant to be or is it just wishful thinking? 

Loving you can be such a struggle, but also a beautiful experience. 

I love you, I don't want you to leave me here alone with my fears, 

Hear my thoughts and just know I don't want you to go. 

Anytime you needed me I'd promise I'd be there. 

Tell me will this be you and me or will it only just be me? 

Will it last?

 

Will this last or are you soon doomed to be just part of my past?

Haven't seen you in a while; 

I fall into a short trial of depression every time you leave me be 

I can't see myself without you in my life 

I no longer feel so empty and hollow, 

I could never follow for you gave me the confidence to lead the way 

You'd never say you hate me, would you? 

Tell me will this be you and me or will it only just be me?

I won't ever give up on you, I love you and I promise I'll do my best to keep you satisfied. 

I've never lied to you nor have I ever deceived you. 

Believe me, I do love you. 

Yes I do, love you. 

I just have this one question for you, 

Will this last?

Let's Run

Just run with me

Let's take a journey that you've been yearning for. Promises will be made,feelings will develop. Emotions will spiral out of control.

take my hand and lets disappear into the night.

Where there is no light, so we ignite the flame. From the friction we caused, which brought back the pieces of our soul we lost, In search of the light.

lets never close our eyes and dream with them wide open.

So reality can set in that the moments which feel temporary like forever. 

So we allow our hearts to draw the map of our adventure, our minds playing tricks on us. There is no treasure to be found together. Things won't last. Praying that our hearts can create a map, where things are temporary so this forever can last.

because tonight my eyes are closed, my hands hold you tight.

My soul yearns for yours to never let go of the touch you possess over it.

so please... Just run with me..

Let's turn this adventure that leads to the connection we have built under the stars. Into something which makes y(our) heart run at the same pace as mine.

Written by Thube(@Twobear_) and myself, Bongz. 

These Two hands

There are changes in the weather 

that lives in my eyes; 

we will experience a high chance of storm 

but still, 

the sun will shine. 

The sun will shine where your soul has hidden away from for sometime. 

These hands are our shelter 

delicate, but firm 

the lines tell you stories of all you could live for, 

and how we could grow to learn them like the map of our universe. 

For now, you have gone astray, 

like a leaf amidst the wind, spiralling out of reach, 

and I only hope you will not forget the contours of these fingers, 

these cuticles that don’t quite fit around the nails 

from bad habits that cannot be broken. 

I forgave the tornado, 

when I learnt its ways and learnt to appreciate 

the beauty of destruction; 

I looked in, I sat in the centre of the tornado 

and heard its hum, 

calm and peaceful amongst the forces that churned and unwound. 

These hands are still your shelter by the way 

no matter which way you wish to run 

and the paths will hopefully 

lead you to where you wish to be held again. 

these hands are shaking tremendously, but they will still carry you 

and still do their best, 

to catch rain.

Back Into Place

Does it matter how many times I tell you that I love you? 

It doesn't seem to change a thing really

Things right now just aren't the same 

There was a time when I wanted to hold you 

And treat you like the queen so you can stand on side of me 

The woman who would go to war with me 

Plus all these other feelings I've held back 

And now I think its time 

To say what's on my mind 

It's sorta been long 

Since last I've seen your face, or heard your voice.

And things just feel out of place 

But thats just it... 

I can recall the 1st time I layed eyes on you 

Your cheerful smile and pretty eyes would drive any man wild. 

I really cannot lie 

I swear I was damn near hypnotised, 

So I feel that our casual encounter was just a blessing in disguise 

Turns out...

I was right 

Your kind heart wrapped a lasso of care around my lost mind 

You showed me a positive path and now I continue to walk that line 

I remember every conversation we've had whether it was over the phone or face to face or through twitter or whatever 

Good laughs and warm hugs and a constant smile on your face 

They say you don't know what you really have until its gone. 

Physically you're not here so now my heart beats alone 

But in my heart I feel you and it keeps me going strong 

But with that being said its weird without you 

When I wanted to speak you'd always lend an ear 

Fxck, how I just wish I could see your face  

Cause without you things shxt just seems out of place 

And that's really it Dudu 

You just don't know how 

Much I miss you now 

I'm praying everyday, 

There has to be a way 

To get things back into place! 

The Gift

If there was a gift that I could give you

One gift, 

I would, give you the gift to see yourself through my eyes, 
So that you could see yourself, 
The simple beauty of your eyes, 
The effortless elegance of your smile, 
The feminine and artistic architecture of your body, 

I would give you the gift, 

The gift to feel the rush that your look gives to every single nerve, 
The explosion of your kiss, 
The sensuality of your touch, 

If I could give you one gift... 

I would give you the gift of having you...

My Forever Flower

I once read; that if someone loves a flower, they should love it from a distance 

They should admire it, 

enrich in it, and 

Cherish it from afar! 

Just so as to not misplace it, 

taint it, or in anyway, bring about death to it, 

Detachment scar,

Or harm!  

For a flower that is loved from afar,

Is said to be loved the very best... 

Its presence alone is too blessed to be tampered with or uprooted... 

I will always love you (my forever flower) 

I willingly do so from arms length, 

with tear filled eyes and weeping lips 

Because If I could go back in time, I'd put all my trust in you (my forever flower) 

And commit my heart from petal...To stem...To original seed. 

Yet just seeing you stand firmly, 

sway steadily and blossom ever so graciously, 

regardless of storm...

Fills me with true inner peace... 

True inner peace indeed! 

Still See Her

I still see her everyday.
It's been a long time since we last talked,
But I don't think she has changed.
She still has the same smile that makes me oh so nervous,
And those eyes,
Man Oh man,
Those beautiful brown eyes,
That you can, so easily, get lost in.
She still has those cute cheeks that make you want to squish them when you see them,
And those hands,
That make you want to hold tight and never let go.
Those lips,
God those lips.
A hue of pink,
so luscious,
Tempting me to just kiss her.
But everytime I see her I have to look away,
Because, deep down, I know that she's moved on,
And even though my feelings for her haven't changed,
I know she's better off without me anyway...

Just that 'something' about Love

Love 

I slept in pain while drenched in it once. 

It caressed me silently, 

I thought that's it. 

I loved sadness, only when I bled though. 

Bled the love, I thought I had... We had.

Love 

I'm sure I've felt it before, 

once or maybe twice, maybe more.

It's nothing much, but it was quite nice. 

Infact it was only nice, when shared with you. 

Simply all these strange butterflies. 

The kind that are forever flattering by. 

Love...

Its the beauty thats in the chase of it. 

Love...

Its the beauty that is our saving Grace. 

Once you catch up to this fabled love. 

It's more about commitment, dedication, communication and drive. 

That's how I lost what I think was love I guess. 

I found it before I knew that... 

Love 

I hate that you cut so hard... 

Timeless thoughts of you and I. 

Fading, in an inexplicable yet blissful memory.

Her V2.0

I chose to write about "her" to infinity. 

It's like being in a place where the eye does not see. 

She'll read this and think "is he talking about me?" 

or will she even read this?

Yes, you! No, not you! 

But YOU the one I am speaking to with this piece.

Wait she wont, she cant, see my harsh but subtle rant. 

Maybe the truth was spoken way back when. 

Like these words placed on a page with my keyboard and not my pen. 

If I could make "her" mine again I would,

forget "her" I actually should. 

She may be toxic in "her" wholeness, 

yet I crave "her" presence...

I Like my Coffee Black

Stirring my sugar into it, 

Is the first vision I have of you, 

As we sat sipping in the morning, 

And the taste of your lips, 

That still lingers, 

Months later. 

Creamy milk mixed in becomes, 

The liquid chocolate your skin comprises of, 

It still brings tingling to mine, 

And is a memory, 

That delights my eyes, 

Months later. 

Months later, 

Still, 

Heartache, 

Heartbreak, 

Hurt, 

Regret. 

In lament, 

I like my coffee black

A New Love

I wish I knew what to say to you 

to make you like me even more, 

So you'll be more happy to see me 

every time I walk out the door... 

Poems come naturally to me 

but here, I'm almost tongue tied 

I write about love amongst everything else... 

atleast I try. 

The sound of your voice amazes me 

Your smile is beyond my wildest dreams 

I just hope that all you've offered 

is exactly what it seems. 

To have you hold me in your arms 

and be completely swept away... 

For you to touch me with out hesitation 

all night until the next day. 

Someone like you 

is so damn hard to find... 

I guess I'm just scared you'll go away 

it's probably just a matter of time. 

I hope you've shown me the real you 

that you're not just another lie 

because I don't have a single emotion lately 

and this time, I just might cry. 

I need you in my life right now 

even though you don't know me very well 

the way you laugh at my stupid jokes... 

but maybe someday I'll finally have the nerve to say;

              that for you, I've finally fell.

Shall We Take A Walk

I would really love to take a walk with you

a mostly out of the blue, spontaneous, pack a bag

head out in the rain, holding hands and laughing sort of stroll

one that could stretch over pastured hillsides, which

finds us gazing at mountain rocks and stuff,

as we shout to every blade of grass

that we are the only two free souls.

Two free souls...

alive at last!

We'd find shelter before dusk and sit huddled by a fire

tell bedtime stories of known fallen stars

to the remaining constellations up high

and write them down.

Sleep under the sky in our own unique heaven

and wake every little while to make sure it's all

still real.

Sighing a little with each vision

the deeply satisfied sigh of relief.

We'd arise feeling grateful for reality outshining the wildest of dreams!

We'd be trying to slumber less to take in the most

and miss the least,

admire the perfection our flaws have blended to

deny, to overcome, with a flair unrivaled.

I see us making love in wild flowers, celebrating life

tuning out the world in our own paradise

every single clock is chiming

it's time O'clock , it's life O'clock

I'm all in...what about you? 

Shall we take that walk?

I am Called True Love

I have lived for millions of years 

I am not in a specific place but rather everywhere 

I live but at the same time I don't exist 

I am that feeling that makes everyone unable to resist 

people named me Aphrodite or cupid no matter what 

they called me, my real name was always True Love...

Some people said it was bestowed upon me from above 

but thats not the case I have always been deep inside 

your emotions. 

Some people lose their minds 

for I am that one feeling that makes you stare,  

I make you want to forever care.

But I am also blamed for people's despair 

Apparently, I am never fair.

Sometimes I come along 

when either I am not wanted or belong 

I can make the weakest people out of the strong, 

their feelings are what is at stake...

Most of the time I'm blamed for Causing heart breaks 

I am not bad nor good, I am just me!

People have no idea what to do or believe 

when I come for most times they feel deceived, 

they feel betrayed, 

all alone and afraid,

to love once more.

But even if I'm not wanted I'm forever there 

some people don't want me but they must accept me

for I cause something they can't escape its called lust... 

I constantly stir inside of you causing a fuss 

I can easily cause happiness or sadness 

sometimes drive people into incredible madness...

I don't create your future, only you do 

I just open a door for you 

thats filled with possibilities! 

It's you who decides what happens next 

I must warn you, however, 

That you have to be careful with your step 

Because I can cause immense joy or horrendous regret 

I can fill you with love or cause terrible sorrow 

but without me you are but just hollow 

my name will always be known 

for I am called true love

Happy Souls

This is no ordinary romance, 

Initially, it won't be plain sailing, 

But forever becoming better, 

Just how courtship should be. 

We choose 

To walk slowly together, 

for the longest yet most fulfilling journey, 

taking in the views , 

And exhaling 

The most beautiful moments 

all experienced hand in hand, 

getting to know one other, 

feeling safe and content, 

happy in our souls and our hearts, 

But this is perfect, 

with you, 

it's always imperfectly perfect, 

we've already given much, 

Safe to say, shown more than many would 

or ever do in there courtship rituals. 

Our choices are limited, 

That's just the way it is, 

The way it's supposed to be. 

Love moves through from a distance, 

stripping us completely down 

With bare bones on display, 

pledging our all to each other... 

I do... we do again and again! 

Limited they might be 

but with you, 

this way feels perfect. 

I believe this is how it should be for all 

those that find themselves 

possibly falling deeply in love, 

slow steps should be taken, 

to get to grips with those feelings, 

yours and theirs as well, 

after all, 

it is forever that love is desired for two, 

not adolescent short lived flings for one. 

True love never requires a bed of roses on which to lay, 

just a voice in the dark whispering softly and honestly;

"I love you."

A Love Paralysis

I can only give but little detail, 

Because there aren't words which can describe how I feel. 

My affection for her grows stronger by the second. 

I want her so much that, sometimes it hurts, 

And so much more. 

All I can do is think only of her, 

No other thoughts really cloud my mind, 

Only images of her flow through my mind. 

And as I gaze upon her beauty, 

I find myself blessed & cursed with love paralysis. 

My heart stops and begins to ache, 

My blood boils, 

My stomach becomes tied in a knot, 

And my body starts to shake. 

I may be in love, this doesn't feel like a mistake. 

Everyday is a gift to me

Because I always wake up to her. 

Though she may not be at my side, 

It feels as if she is. 

I long for the day, I can feel her warm embrace, 

And bestow upon her.... The Greatest Kiss