(“The Beauty Within” –by Lalapop –www.deviantART.com)

(Inspired by @asiangoya’s prompt of: “Curves, Inner Beauty, Woman” and by Maya Angelou’s “Phenomenal Woman”….I tried a slightly different style of writing this time… I hope you enjoy it.)

Sweet tea woman…
curves like butter…
smile like sugar…
She’s sharp…
cut you straight through
with the swing of her hips
and the spit of her wit….

Scarred on the inside,
Polished on the outs…
Carries her sword
in the form of her word.
Slice you up with the strength of her voice.
Lift you higher with the passion in her heart..
she craves nothing but life…
Nothing but fresh air…

Freedom is her name. 

Roses in her hair, jasmine on her breast..
Lilies at her feet…
Excited for new days
Mourning the old…
Sister of the Earth
She swats at cat-calling dogs
and hissing snakes…
She stands tall…
breathes heavy…
smiles long.

Sweet tea woman,
Lover of the ages,
Loosens her hair
soft satin curls
against the small of her back…
Take her in…
Treat her kindly…
Touch her right….
Moan her name…
Taste her flavors….
Scratching heiroglyphics across your back
She’ll show you Heaven
in the breadth of her spread thighs.

Broken backed woman
working for love
praying for God…
Teaching mother universe
birthing pearls of wisdom
and the iron of brute…
Feeding the masses with the milk of her story…
Broken backed woman
surviving in the wild…
Never lost to her faith…
Carries you with broken limbs
and you’re light as a feather.

Made of the Earth…
sweetened by love…
Steeped in steaming life…
Cooled by wisdom….

Powerful woman….
Glorious woman…
Beautiful woman…
Phenomenal woman….
Sweet Tea Woman….

(“Inner Conflict” By LadySymphonia –www.deviantART.com)

(Inspired by prompt from @OohErika “War”… I felt more would connect to a poem about inner conflict than an actual war…hope you enjoy!)

Thunderous night,
My mind screams to my heart…
do what you should…
I stare at the ragged edges of my face…
aged by discontent…
by sadness…
by the stress of life….
I am alone in my thoughts.

Losing a grip on my reality..
Singed by gusts of flame and fire…
Hot-headed…spit-fire…quick silver…
Volcanic emotions
that have melted my resistance
and now I only feel the battle
between my soul and mind.

What do I do now?

The morning breaks through thunderclouds…
Cools my cracking skin with the dew of rebirth…
I think clearly in the early hours…
Float on waves of clarity…
Move along the shores of my soul…
with patience…
with fluidity….

I fight myself only
because I dream too often
of illusions of perfection…
an elusive happiness on sunlit horizons…
only to fall among strips of coral colored rays
and lavender streaks of a sunset come too soon.

At night, alone… the fire returns.

(“Hurt Became Hate” By ArtSaves1228—www.deviantART.com)

(Using the prompt “alone” from @Jabba5 and inspired by this quote: http://penhittingpaper.com/?p=13)

 There is beauty that lies
at the very depths of her heart…
there…
next to the myriad of scars
and stitched up wounds…

She has beauty.

A patched up muscle
that somehow
ends up beating in the palm of his hand.

A diaphonous ghost of lost expectations…
forgotten gilt hopes….
vivid demands on a timid soul.

She cries tears that dry too fast
and mourns the loss of their beginnings…
Sweeps her fears and pride
into the same dusty pile…
Hoping that if she holds out one more day….
Her love could mend the frayed edges once again.

She once held his heart here….
thought she could sense the beat…
by holding her breath….
realizing now her own heart is to blame…

Alone in her thoughts…
She questions the anger…
the cold silence that fills the room….
Too afraid to spark the flame
that could destroy them both….

She has never cried in the dark before.
She has never felt as alone.

(“Cold Heart” by Peaches_Ana—www.deviantart.com)

Using the prompt of @writingprompt : “elegant tragedy”

She pulls at her heartstrings….
spreads herself too thin…
stretches who she is…
to become what he wants….

An impeccable flower…
unbruised by the elements…
A star unscathed by the universe…
a virginal white rose.

But deep in her soul…
she crawls on hot coals of discontent…
her heart beating only for his pleasure….
Nothing but his approval can soothe her.

Lost in the desperation of her twisted reflections…
Despairing in her flawed beauty…
wincing at his cold words…
Melting with his warm kisses…

He must love her…..

He should….

If only she could match the steps of angels
he sees in the street…
She could never
be the feathered goddess in his dreams….
Never be the siren of his illusions…

So she swathes herself in her confusion…
an elegance behind her sadness…..
and falls deeper into the tragedy of her own creation…
Attempts to improve perfection for his love….

If only she could see the warrior buried in her eyes.

Her heart is what blinds her to the beauty of her own love.

(“Chanel n 5″-By ChesireMarto–www.deviantart.com)

 (Written using the prompt: ‘vanilla’ given by @writingprompt on www.twitter.com)

She is reminiscent of a moment gone by….
flutters in his stomach that never lasted…
Pushed her away for fear…
he’d never shake her….
Fearful that his addiction would imbed itself in the very crevices of his soul…
and scar his future.

She was an obsession
Swathed in diaphanous moans
and perfumed in vanilla and Chanel No. 5…

She wrote his intentions down in silk…
created their love with all the right words…
And loved with such a passion,
she broke at the seams….

How could he allow this?
Brand new…
He was shining and brand new…
She was vintage lace… always his…rare…
Hard to find…

He breathed her in even when she was not there…
She felt his warmth even when he let her go…
Denied a flame and smothered it to embers…
Fear marked her mended heart….

Following impulses to hold her….
Plunge himself into warm brown sugar…
Envelop himself in her curls of vanilla scented Chanel satin thighs…
and sweet shudders…
She was no longer there.

She hid from herself.

Forcing himself to be brave,
He thrust his hands into dark velvet night…
braved the world without her…
as she had done for him…

Yet he can’t sleep……

………….the sheets smell of her.

(“Imprisoned” By KasiaPea–www.deviantart.com)

(Written using @OohErika’s prompt of “Imprisoned love”)

Heartbroken…
her heart caged by her own loyalties…
she waits patiently…
until the warmth of his embrace
will cure her of her wandering spirit

Unsure of his love…
she spins words in blue ink
and sends perfume through the breeze…
hoping the little she does
can keep the grays from going dark.

Mails him rays of light to pierce his clouds…
reminders of all that is here…
arms wide open…
an ocean spread to the horizon…
His horizon….her ocean….
smooth and calm…
and filled with diamonds…
that will light his way back to shore…

So…
she fills the pages with blue ink sunlight
and kisses words with emotion…
There’s strength in the stroke of her pen…
compassion in the honey of her heart…

She gives what he needs….
so when his moon is once again full…
he can filll his world with brightness…
and flood her mind with the light she gave to him…

Stony support….
she is waiting….
hoping that her intentions lead to his sincerity…

Drops her words into the wind
and prays they get to him.

She waits….
and writes… giving all of herself in every single second…
she waits…remains…. she stands strong….

Her heart is imprisoned with his.

(“Hidden Beauty” by Windcharmer—www.deviantart.com)

For @ahlexandria (www.ahlexandria.com)

Her face is scarred,
tears that dug burrows deep within her flesh….
forever a reminder of the pain
that engulfed her every movement.

Swimming against the current,
she fought the waves to reach her horizons…
kept a smile on her face,
despite bleeding lips salted by angry oceans.

She emptied her heart into the hands of another.

Hugged a ghost that mirrored her reflection…
she did not love you despite her desire to…
she loved only
what reminded her of her own gilt soul…

Never knowing the horizons she longed for
were always within her…

She pushed through the damage to get to you…
only to see she was alone…
The sun creeps along her back like silk…
She opens her arms wide and realizes
the only love she ever needed was her own…
the only horizon she needed to reach

Was her own.

Stringing stars against her throat like diamonds,
wrapping the blue of oceans around her waist…
Her beauty resonates with every wave’s crest…
Her scars remain only to show the world
that the most beauteous things
can stem from the deepest pains.

(www.ahlexandria.com

Follow her on Twitter @ahlexandria)

(“Starry Eyed” by OtterinTheHat–www.deviantart.com)

(Inspired by @OFrank’s prompt of: Perserverance)

Pushing beyond my limits,
going beyond where they all said I should stay…
I mold the moon…
it’s spots are my fingerprints…
I create my own world
and follow my own destiny along silk lined roads.

Nothing can stop me.

I regret nothing but
not living to the edge of my existence every day.
I have washed the past away with endless tears….
stabbed myself with the ink of my words
and I still walk…

Nothing can deter me.

I have stumbled and crashed like lightning..
built houses of cards
that fluttered down
and fell apart…
I have shadowboxed my own demons for years..
Had nightmares of the past that had me immobilized
for fear I would grow up….
in hopes that I would never.

Pure and innocent tarnished with disrespect
Abandoned with rose petals..
Ignored by the sea…
I clung to the smoke in trees
and swam in rivers of ale…
the stench of my despair clung to my clothes…
the queen who reeked of her own sadness.

I still walk…

Despite the weight of what I thought I was…
the pain inflicted on me….
despite the bruises that still show fresh across my heart..
I still walk…
pushing past the vines that catch my feet…
cutting through the thickets of confusion
and running towards the sun at my horizon…

I still walk.

I am not a victim.

(“Wonder Woman” By Theirison–www.deviantart.com)

(Inspired by @OohErika’s prompt of: pain….though I changed it to OVERCOMING pain…LoL)

Figure it out…
they give her tarnished puzzle pieces…
tarred with confusion…
marbled with the fear of failure…
She cries into palms scraped and calloused
from the exertion of survival….
How will she be able to pick up the pieces
if to the world all that is broken is her?

She yearns…
to explode and color the world purple with delight….
to savor life in gulps and
break the boundaries of provinciality…
Always wishing…
her creativity to flourish…
in swoops of black ink across the page…
to teach her child the movements of beauty
and to smile at the winds of change that carry her.

She dreams of pebbles in her pocket…
that sprout diamonds and rubies
once tossed to the ground…
Of virtuous dragons that sleep in flowerbeds
and passionate songs of patience and love….

Her heart cannot take anymore
crushed hopes and lost loves…
cannot take the dusty promises and wishful thinking…
she has given up on giving in…
closed her heart to the future…
because she hurts from the past…

But now her mind is made up…
no longer will she wilt against her destiny…
It’s obvious this was her plan all along….
so she plants her feet in the soil
and watches her own tree limbs
grow to heights she never thought possible.

She dares you to stop her…

She is her own wonder woman.

(“Anger”-By Dark-Asphyxiation–www.deviantart.com)

(Inspired by @jabba5′s prompt of : anger)

Red like blood…
blinded with the fuel of his own rage…
his fists pummel the air…
wishing to destroy thoughts
that wrap themselves
in the leaden fear of his own vulnerability.

Too much destruction that lay like debris
in the hidden areas of his soul…
there is no light in the dark of his pain…
He cannot see gold in the night…
He fears the emotion…
so he rolls his heart in concrete…
and floods his sleep
with pungent dreams of disappointment and rage.

Sparked to life by the rush…
the heart aches unbearably.

He doesn’t need to know the answers
when he can’t change them…
Pushes away soft and sweet
with cold and cruel…
His anger speaks for him…
He wants to feel nothing….

He fights off ideas of intimacy…
fights off comfort with violent embraces…
ruthless in his manipulation…
He does not care.

He is engulfed in the fury
of his own tumultuous spirit…
Sees his reflection in the mirror…
and closes his eyes to the truth of his own face.

He will not allow his heart to betray him again…
He is red…
Rouged with anger…

Awake for fear of what he faces in his dreams.