Unrequited Verses: Honest Deception, Painful Growth

By Crucial Poet and Miss Story

What is life without LOVE? And what is LOVE without the trials and triumphs which bring joy and pain?

 

In Unrequited Verses: Honest Deception, Painful Growth, authors Poet Crucial and Miss Story have penned a passionate collection of poetry, tr

• Language: English
• Publisher: Andre Shuford
• Release date: Jul 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9798986073286

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Requited Love

For some reason, I've always felt like a misfit

You know

Mostly MISunderstood

And barely FITting in

That's what motivated me from beginning

To resist the urge to feel obligated to blend

But also made me keep my feelings bottled in

Reluctant to let others in

Then one day I found an outlet by accident

And that’s when the love affair began

I was young back when

I started letting the feelings spill out from deep within

By putting this pen

To this paper

Until the ink bleeds

Like the nose of a kid hit

By the ball while playing little league

Profusely

Most times at 2 or 3

In the morning

Still yawning

My brain is flooded with so many ideas

Feelings

Thoughts

Patterns

Sometimes scattered

Other times

Ready to get into formation

Sometimes patient

Other times not waiting

Impatiently creating

Vivid scenes and reliving painful things

Some thoughts lost in the universe

Waiting for another time to be dispersed

Sometimes they return at a later date

Due to my hand unable to keep up with my brain’s

rapid pace

Drives me insane

But that’s just the way it goes

When it flows

It flows

Like a second instinct

Out of my control

But truth be told

I wouldn’t change it for the world

Because dealing with this world

Sometimes gets to me

And is sometimes overwhelming

All the strife, the darkness

The negativity

The anger, lack of love

Creates a cavity

Needing a fill-in

Or for me a good pen

Along with my journal

Notes on my phone

A scrap piece of paper

Or anything in between

By any means

Providing an outlet for me to breathe

So, I continue to write and write

and write

Allowing my pen free reign

To pour out all of my failures and pain

Along with love, successes and any other thing

And this feeling is everything

This is the only requited love I’ve ever known

Puts me in a zone

Accepts me for me

Good, bad and ugly

Otherwise, I don’t know where I’d be without this thing

This thing I love so dearly

This thing I love so deeply

This thing called Poetry

Miss Story©2022

Requited Love

When You are literally shown

that GOD does Truly exist

in the image of a Black Woman,

Where Love and Forever

from Her Soul

is simply reflected in Her Eyes,

Blessed that You allowed Me access

to Your Honesty & Truth,

Fortunate that You allowed Me entrance

to Your most protected Thoughts & Experiences,

Honored to be chosen

to be a reflection of Your Soul,

Grateful that You trusted Me

to be the One

to Hold & Protect Your Heart,

So, I choose You more today

than yesterday,

And look forward

to Loving You more tomorrow

than I do today,

And today …

I already Love You like Poetry,

Tattooed on the inside of My Skin,

Metaphors & Similes

flowing inside My Veins,

Rhythmic stanza’s

Pumping straight from My Heart,

That I wish

I could write in hieroglyphics

with My Tongue,

All over Your Body & Lips,

That thought

it touches Me so righteously,

To then have You connect

with Me so deeply

in this manner Poetically,

From simply reading

the verses of My shared Creative Poetry,

Just humbly desiring

to drink from Your Sacred Yoni,

In hopes to quench

this insatiable thirst

I now have for You,

If I could shoot My Shot

with Her,

I’d touch Her first Mentally

without physically touching Her,

To holds hands

with Her Thoughts & Insecurities,

So, She would know

I got Her

to never let Her go,

Without ever

physically holding Her,

Just so Her Soul would cry

from genuine happiness,

Sensually having Her Sacred Yoni

to release tears

of Sweet Pleasure & Joy,

Because now currently without Her,

I’m only a fraction artistically

of the Poet

I’m meant to be in time totally.

Poet Crucial© 2021

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Wood Carving Image by Carver Jimi McGlone

Free Flowing Rules

Who authored those Relationship Rules??

You know the one’s,

Wait Three Days before Calling …

Wait Thirty Days before This …

Wait Ninety Days before Sex …

Wait a Year before That …

And if You do

before time is up

you’re considered thirsty,

But I think

if You fall into this trap

following another’s guidelines

that’s even worse you see,

I desire an entanglement

where it’s a mutually thirsty situation,

That quenches My Mental Elevation,

Satiates My Spiritual Vibration,

That resonates with Me

to satisfy physically

with Harmonious Karmic Gratification,

That would lead Us to

a deeper more meaningful level

of Love, Intimacy, & Soul Snatching

out of body Kismic Connecting Fornication,

But this is not to

glorify some casual situationship

or an on and off

non-committed relationship,

This is filling You with heat

to force you to throw it back

like a Hott Girl Summer,

To make you then

simply wanna arch your back,

While blowing Cool Kisses

with deep probing seeking tongue

into your lower-level lips,

To force the weight of Fall

on your legs

like floating leaves

to cool your pulsating clitoral heartbeat,

To burrow finally deep inside of you

forcing your eyes to roll back

into climatic slumber and hibernation,

Like a powerful Cold Winter Storm

that ensures

your entire body would certainly shake,

Until Spring

is once again upon Us

for Us to continue on repeat,

When in rebirth,

We would Willingly …

Openly …

Wantingly …

Do it all over again,

Feeling the frequency

no matter the season,

To genuinely be caught up

in Real Time Reciprocity

not the Artificial Time,

Of some unauthorized

uninspiring guidelines,

But yet Our Time

of doing what works for Us

to where inside We in unison,

Together Rhythmically move,

To where Free Flowing

like water running fluidly downhill,

We create and live

Our Own Relationship Rules.

Poet Crucial © 2021

All Choked Up

I’m choking on my feelings

The more they try to surface

The more I’m feeling worthless

The more they seek to be found

The more I push them back down

I know I’m in need healing but I’m not

ready right now

My feelings pop up out of the blue

No warning, no clue

They always choose

The worst time to cut loose

Inopportune

They pick the wrong time to appear

I wish they would go away from here

Vanish, disappear

But they’re always near

And it is quite clear

They are not going anywhere

I’m eventually going to have to deal

Figure things out and

Look myself in the mirror

Face my fears

Allow my tears

To flow freely

My heart to break completely

My mind to unwind

To process and redesign

Because I am not fine

But today is not that day

Today I’m going to choke on my feelings

Push them down as far as they can go

Dodge

Hide

Swerve

And hope one day I work up the nerve

To face reality head on

I know the road will be arduous and long

So, I will have to be strong

But today is not that day

Today looks bleak

And I’m so very weak

And from my feelings

Asylum is what I seek

Miss Story©2014

Answers In Time

From the first time I ever saw your face,

There were many questions

I wanted to know the answers to

figuring you could tell me anything,

Not that you would,

But with patience 

all truths would be evident in time

no matter what responses you gave,

As our friendship grew

over conversations Big and Small

I asked myself…

Is your Smile Sincere?

What brings you Peace of Mind?

What makes your Heart Genuinely Happy?

What Secrets does your Soul hide?

Will Positive Karma or Negative Drama fuel our Friendship?

As 24 moved to 7

Then 7 grew to 52

It was not long before 365 brought Us Together,

And through this, Our feelings evolved,

Which spawned a whole new set of answers

that only time could deliver,

Love to Me is a feared pleasure

not to be sought lightly

but also, an enticing pain

if not nurtured correctly,

So, while I stare deeply in your eyes

I contemplate quietly,

Are you, My Rib?

Could you find happiness walking beside Me?

Would you let Me trumpet your strengths?

While protecting your shortcomings?

Can we stand together always thru our Ups?

As well as thru our downs when all We have is each other?

Will We keep family and friends at bay when they try and break what We have?

Now as We stand at the crossroads deciding Our next step,

In the midst of Our emotional turmoil

from a union tested and now torn,

I know the answers I seek

are now close in My near future,

Is it possible for Us to continue on Together?

Might We choose paths that lead Us separately?

Have the sands of time run out on Our Love?

Or have We grown to become all We can?

Poet Crucial© 2001

My Heart

The pain in my heart has reached an unbelievable depth

For days, weeks, months I’ve continually wept

Barely even slept

Something so precious slipped from my grasp

The pain is still present though I try to put it in the past

My heart wants to scream

My mind makes me think this is a dream

But it’s reality

I smile to camouflage the grief

That