Written Images.

My escape, is my peace. 
My odd-ness, sets me free.
& when I needed you, 
You can’t see. 
But when you need me, 
I’m there within a beat.
A heart I’m chasing, 
With no key. 
Locked all my senses, 
So the beat is unsteady. 
Why you crying out for me ?
When you the one, who pushed away me.
I tried to fight back, 
But you’re never wrong. 
So I lay back call u wack, 
Now I’m gone.
And you still can’t see, what u did wrong. 
But I’m not here, to cause you to fret, cause u any pain. Or to get you back. 
I’m here to say, that I’m gone.
I’m already counting down the days, 
untill u fall.
Till the end I will stand tall, 
I can’t believe I ever wanted this at all. 
At the end of the night , 
My lifes still intact, 
Even when u try to push me down, 
I realize. 
you aint as strong as u claim.
So I push back, fighting to clear the dirt off my name.

     They claim they see a change, but my eyes are still clouded from the pain. They claim I needa stay the same, and grow from my past. I just learned from what she said, this time is my last. Keep my mouth shut? That’s a concept I won’t grasp. At least I see where I need to go, and who I need to turn to. There’s no meaning behind the feedback, they don’t really know. Yet I’m the one in my shoes, in my position you wouldn’t have a clue. I’ll teach you the rules show you the roles you need to play, because as much as they say take it day by day, take my info now, and make that change, take that leap and spread your wings. Head up, arms open. Heart shut, mind outspoken. Lips sealed, thoughts unveiled. The quiet teachings of life; are revealed.

P.S. This is Nyat, the writer of Written Images. 

     The one you turn to, the one you’re in love with.
How can we love so hard, when love becomes nothing but distress? It causes so many wounds to the flesh that it hurts with every breath. Every toke pulls you into the depth of the smoke, there’s no way to revoke what’s been done. 

     Because when it all fell down, who stuck around? I was the one to pull you up from the ground, and push you back down. It hurts but its the way it goes around. They say what goes up will always come down so every time you tried to cut me deep with your lies, I’ll cut you deeper with my cries. I’ll cut you deeper with my eyes. Until I undo all these ties, I’ll cry no tears. Weather the storm, a battle with no fears. I may not be able to break this love spell you put me in. But I know in the end, with my two bare hands I will win.

     She’s my light when I am cloaked in darkness. The way she laughs, smiles and cries - It sets me on a high. Higher than any peak she takes me to the sky. Maybe it’s the happiness that emanated off her. Her skin is luminescent and it stretches right to my soul. The sound of her smile, the gleam in her eye. Golden is her soul, so fresh so raw. I admire her every flaw. She is so sincere. Now I see the possibility of happiness. I look through every person I encounter on my daily journeys. I look for the happiness I once seen. I’m at a loss of numbers because not one person conveyed what I desperately was in need of.

“What am I thinking?”
  
     I’m thinking; there must be one person on this earth with that glow of gold. Maybe the problem is we’re all seeking hoping to find. And not one person is trying to be that shine of gold that we see in the black and white photograph of a little girl’s eye.

     I’m trying to turn it around, trying to make it to the top, and starting from the ground. Growing up around here is hard; keeping away from the street life is harder. This life is a part of every person in these streets. Every day it feels like its calling out to him, they just won’t let him be. Diligence and dedication, his teachers and mentors always stress. Is the best key to that success? 

     It’s the law of attraction, but only if you allow it access. The balls in your court so choose. Decide where you want to be. Or are you just going to sacrifice all your intellectual capacity?

     Now I look back and I realize what he did wasn’t right. Emotionally he screwed me up for the next. So here I stand wondering what to do about my ex. In my mind I say I hate him, with every ounce of my flesh. I hate the way he lied about her, and made me think it was I who was doing all the wrong in this relationship. But in my heart I still loved he and I don’t know how to separate my feelings and fully diminish them - except for this paper and pen.

     I question myself, day in and day out. I’m ashamed to say that I’m to blame for how you acted. Owing to the fact that you knew my love for you was so strong so real. It pains me to see her all over you, a spot i once had. Still all because of you never did that last. You should have known if you stayed faithful and true, without a doubt I would have weathered through the arguments. I might have stayed for real.

     Nonetheless I’m proud that I let you go, and I always let you know, not to come asking me to chill. I kept it real. Now let the repercussion spin, you know I gave a damn, way back when. I let you back in two or three more chances. Say you’ll be faithful because I’m the baddest that you ever had? It’s funny yet sad to see that every chance you had behind my back you went and you cheated on me. A couple years later all I gotta say is: you weren’t man enough for me, oh no.

Lost words, unspoken thoughts.

     His minds racing forever in a knot, yet his unspoken words and his unseen tears, keeps his faith shackled like the black brothers fears. His beliefs weary because not one took the time to decode his life. Though it shows through his eyes, his lies, and his muffled cries. Everyone knows why. One bad word or action, can affect a whole life. Yet that one positive action towards a human being gets brushed aside. It goes unnoticed, unappreciated. It sad but that’s his life.

     So his footsteps heavy, his eyes filled with the fire of revenge. Dreadful than the fires that grows below us, as Satin pulls towards us. One rise of his gun, a pull on the trigger can end so many lives. Wives, husbands, brothers and sisters. Who deserves such feelings of hate? Not one human being deserves to be treated this way. 

     He who balls through the lonely nights, scared, an empty sadness redden his eyes. For he dreads what lies ahead. A brand new day, still the world remains the same. 

     Change a life, save a soul. Save the young ones who know and can relate to these worried thoughts. Doing nothing, means nothing. Stand up with all you got.

The cozy warmth of your embrace. 

      Oh, what you do to her. She wishes you could see. The flames flicker, they whisper to her, “Times are getting hard; this world is a cold, bitter place. Despite that, extend to me, even if we are a thousand miles away. Find the tenderness in your heart and in his embrace.

      The fire crackles “Snap!” Just like that everything is erased. Even more in love she fell with him, further in life she fell behind she’s losing the race. All because he predicted “Some day, I’ll pay the bills with my guitar.” Now she lie in her empty apartment staring up at the stars in the darkness. No fire, no warmth no whispers of love.

      Nowadays he’s somewhere with another girl, singing love songs sending her whispers through the flames. She has so much in her, so much she needs to say but her lover has gone astray. She lets no more than one tear slip from her eye. Being a thousand miles behind, only herself to blame. Her world will never ever be the same as it once was. Oh, what you did to her. She’s bleeding. Bleeding out all her love, until she ran dry. Her piercing gaze into the darkness, pondering what her next step will be. She needs serenity , peace and tranquility, to help her move on and mend what has been broken. 

      That’s when she seen the light, the tunnel widens as she allows forgiveness into every part of her physique. Down to her core, the essence of what she represented is free. She’s exuberant! A new beginning as she stands tall, gliding out from the darkness into the illuminating rays of the sun.

Up to this time, her story remains unwritten.

“It’s amazing how ONE small flame can cause a destruction.”  

      Love can be so many different feelings merged to become one. Love is complicated. This simplicity of “I Love You” doesn’t determine your love for a person/thing.

      Love is through actions, passion and relations. Don’t forget that, it’s between two things. Not 3, 4 or anymore. There’s much more life…Because once you love someone, it comes from the heart. Love is the key; all you need to do us open the door. Only then will you be able to widen yourself fully. Bitterness and hatred will never get you to where you want to be. Happiness, love and acceptance is what will set you free.

      Love is what you need, so come take a walk with me, talk with me. Stare deep into my eyes, and show me you’re in love with ME. For many reasons other then what the eyes can see.

      Alone she walk, on her own she stands. Society just doesn’t fully understand the reason things are planned. It’s the way she plans to rise to the top. In the end it’s her who can withstand all the pain.

      Let me break it down, chop it up slow. To understand an introvert in every way, you need to realize that behind closed doors is where she chooses to stay. Although she doesn’t choose to stay, it’s clear the way she feels to those who get to figure her out. People do try to comprehend her complex ways. The way she speaks, the way she screams. The way she laughs when she’s amused no matter how silly or un-cool.

      For a second he stops, turns and looks at her, as if maybe…just maybe he should say SOMETHING more. But he doesn’t, while she waits for ANYTHING, he gives her NOTHING. He walked out on her, pushing out with his free hand. Once they started, the words kept coming, almost to fast. Tumbling over her tongue. straight from her mind,  trickling all the way down until they reach her fingertips. it’s like magic, because now that she finally allowed her thoughts free, nothing and no one could stop them.

Her steps, their steps; his unheard steps.
Her thoughts, his thoughts; tangled in a not.
Her tips, her mind; this is her life.

The beautiful struggles, take it one at a time.