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Teach Me – Promote Yourself

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I have had to run around
Thinking and imagining
Of the future I would have
Whom I would end up with
Whether I will be happy
Scared of the unforeseen

I have had my run
Enough of being alone
I now need a fresh start
To retreat and stick for a while
To listen and understand
To learn how to love

Teach me
How to cope with all mornings
From now henceforth
To wake up and look at you a new
To appreciate that this day
Begins with us as one
Just as yester-night set on us

Teach me my love
How to tell you good morning
And watch you smile
As you mumble your response
Make me digest the moment
To cherish and imprint them
In my sincerest memories

Teach me my dearest one
The ways of the gentle ones
Those of whom you fantasize
And hold dear their fairy tale
Of a happily ever after

Tell me the secrets
Of staying true to you
And leaving all others behind
Despite the calling hips and thighs
That threaten to have me stalled

Throw me back
Into this reverie
That saw me set eyes on you
In the first place
And make it feel like a moment
To just count from one to fifty
Anniversaries of real timelessness

I am feeble, my love
Drifting away with every day apart
Giving in to the desires of the flesh
The weakness of my fragile heart

Keep me glued, keep me fixed
Keep me coming back for more
Let me in on the keepers’ secret
For I desire to keep you locked
And safely kept
In this ice-box that is my heart

Teach me, my love
Teach me the lessons of Love.

by Ooko Victor

ookoscope.wordpress.com

Birth of Insecurity – Promote Yourself

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The comfort of my insignificance was a home before my home with you; a safe-house,
I was queen to my own realm, unknown to others, but it mattered not, I was free.
You entered through my gate, a silver tongued whirlwind, and turned my home around,
My footing became loose as I realised that upon you I relied for my own reason to be.

I became that which I was not, hoping that your eyes would settle upon my efforts,
The decor, the embellishments, which all meant nothing, became my path to you.
Your every smile, an approval of my reflection, became my drive, and you my purpose,
I was finally something, anything, to someone – your lies became my war paint.

Unseen to my eyes, the jewels became shackles, which bound me to you; your slave,
The silken robes, adorned with crystals, were the bars to my cell in the prison called ‘You’.
My powdered face, a jesters mask, there to please you in hope that you stay,
Began to melt, ink stains bruising my flesh, when it all became nothing – I was no longer something.

Once I had thought that my drowning self-confidence, a result of years of self neglect,
Was the consequence of my failure to love me, and to see my reflection as true.
I was told I need a good heart and mind to feel worthy; but of what I do not know,
I would be the best me I could be, and yet it was never enough, not for you, not for me.

What I know now as sweet lies, your compliments, lifted me to a level beyond what I’d known,
The spotlight burned fierce, through your eyes, and melted me easily into your hands.
I see now – I am something, anything, to someone, to me; I am beyond worthy,
For it was you who planted the seeds of insecurity, I sowed; I liberate myself from your strings.

My name is Naziyah Mahmood, and I have recently started publishing my short stories and poetry on WordPress, and this opportunity is just what I need!
I am an Astrophysicist and Aerospace Engineer from Scotland, having worked on some missions for the European Space Agency, and my passion in life is martial arts and all things sugary! (I just thought I’d add a short bio before submitting my poem!)

(Image taken from http://kodih.deviantart.com)

http://naziyahmahmood.wordpress.com/2014/06/08/birth-of-insecurity/

It is just this – Promote Yourself

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Seeking my beloved, seeking my soul
losing days, transfixed
by the dreaming of you
you startle me
appearing in every face
every place
floating into my consciousness
layering yourself in my paint
and covering my canvas with your body

by badgirlfoundout
I am an anonymous poster, I live in the United States
Thank you for considering my submission,
more of my poetry and other writings can be found on my blog 
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