Sunshine by Reggie Drake

"Aint no sunshine when she's gone,
Its not warm when she's away.
Aint no sunshine when she's gone,
She always gone too long,
Anytime, she goes away.

This is what I sung when she left me,
Like summer leaves spring in its wake,
Beginiing anew after procreating something beautiful.
It's impossible, to even quantify the immeasurable amounts of love
I showered upon her,
Like rain cascading from an endless stream.
She was that,
Young girl that always giggled and blushed,
You know,
The type that made all the dudes have a boyhood crush,
Even I,
Fell in love with the melodic symphony that ushered forth from her delicate lips,
The sheer beauty evident in her angelic countenance made me flounder and gasp,
Desperately seeking for a single syllable to articulate from my mouth.
But there was none, not even one that
I could use to accurately depict the divinity she portrayed in her gait.
To me,
She was like a god,
The false idol i worshipped with undying and unwavering devotion,
I would swim miles just to satisfy the enormous ocean of her desires.
There really was no sunshine when she was gone,
I was mesmerized, and captivated by her sensous being,
Wooed by baseless carnality,
Like a wayfarer who succumbs to the enticement of a siren,
Not knowing that while she had the grace of a mermaid,
Harboring deep within her was the soul of a witch.
She was ALWAYS gone too long,
And i never wondered why,
Refusing to look past the pleasant guise exacerbated by my indulgence,
And I thought,
"Hey, I oughta leave this young thing alone...
But aint no sunshine when shes gone,
Just darkness everyday,
Anytime she goes away."

Its amazing, how love will play tricks with your psyche, tame your soul into obedience,
And make your heart backflip,
Turning the entire human body into a circus attraction,
It starts with attraction,
But ours never grew beyond that,
We hit all the bases, even home runs,
So how did we miss the basics,
We basically discarded the emotional attachment involved in our union,
We were looking for something physical, when we should have been searching for the spiritual,
Its time to let go, may your silhouette dissapear, and dissipate into the shadows of my past.
Not only is there sunshine when your gone,
Theres only darkness when your here...
So I hope that you hear,
The words,
That I speak.
And know that you'll never make a fool outta me.
Goodbye to the yesterday we shared..
And hello, to the future I journey alone.
Away from the Angel,
That took me to Hell.

POETRY: 'The "F" Word' by Ana Hagins

I’ve found myself constantly avoiding situations

due to my F*** of the outcome.

When uncertainty presents itself

I run because “none of the above”

always seems to be the safe and correct answer

when given multiple choices.

People always talk about

having an open mind,

but it’s closed for a reason.

There’s a sense of protection

from the unknown unknown.

When you start to let all of that unwind

then you lose control  over what’s absolute.

You would never truly keep an open door policy

because “good people” aren’t the only ones with legs.

We all F*** something,

but nobody likes to admit it

because they swear it makes you incompetent.

I F*** ignorance

because “I don’t know”

is never an option in a series of answers

to the questions on life’s tests.

Question #1.      What lies ahead?

a.      Nothing.

b.      Something other than what you're hoping for.

c.       You may die tonight.

d.      None of the above.

“Think outside the box,” they say,

but the parameters are there for a reason,

right?  

Ambiguity within its natural confines

is scary enough,

so why over step that boundary?

In here, I am sheltered.

Question #2.      But is being sheltered the same as being ignorant?

a.      Yes, because there’s more out there that you don’t understand.

b.      No, because the unknown unknown is the area of life that you don’t know you don’t know, but in here the known unknown can be learned.

c.       Can’t be determined.

d.      None of the above.

What scares me most

is that the box that I live in,

that I take shelter in,

may also house ignorance,

which ultimately means

that I live in F…

Dare I say it?