Hostage To Love

written by #bearpoet, Tlhax.

 

what’s this that is happening?

hurting me, screwing me, recreating me?

pieces of used shards that keep mending and breaking on me.

that is the sharp broken pieces of my heart stabbing what’s left of it.

 

its like everytime i find what people call love

i always end up confused and lost like a bird without its flock.

forever drunk inlove no hangover but i’d sure forget to talk,

about the time i’ve wasted on a girl who doesnt understand a clock.

 

falling for a stranger so they can kidnap you, put in a trance.

they sweep you off your feet and steal your heart.

keeping your heart ransom for your feelings.

sadly, i just told a story of an everyday hostage situation.

 

through love, we’re all murders, we’re all thiefs, we’re all victims

but is falling inlove worth all the pain and suffering?

just remember what doesnt kill you makes you stronger.

 

pray that all the strangers you say are perves.

will never stab your what would kill your nerves.

Why Must U Be Unfaithful, a poem by Amaru Shakur

Why must you be unfaithful? For women..
Men, you shouldn’t listen to your selfish heart
It doesn’t really have a brain
Besides keepin you alive, it’s existence is in vain
And how could I be so mean, and say your heart has no place?
Because mortal men fall in love again
as fast as they change their face
I may be cruel, but think awhile about the hearts that you have broken
and match that, with the empty vows and broken promises you’ve spoken
Now I’m not saying females are perfect
cause we know, it’s not true
But why must you be unfaithful
if her heart is true to you?

Love vs Romance vs Lust

written by Tlotli, a #bearpoet.

Love is not romance.

if i requested a show of hands

of ones who’ve mistaken it for a romantic killer.

the number would be infinite .. it never ends

 

love  is not lust

love in its purest form cant

rust

 

romance is stolen and sold by foul dealers

it is a poisoned bow which impales

your heart

and then it rusts, rusts and rusts ..

until it has turned into dust ..

 

this romantic rust dust

portrays lust as love

to your fragile heart

but i assure you my dear lover

lust is not love

it is just lust which harms

 

thus i urge you to fear it not.

it is afterall just dust

and dust will pass.

it will not last.

 

love is a strong pillar.

a healer to all who lust has caused their love light to glow dimmer.

teddybear child.

another illustration.

girl.

first Photoshop illustration, son.

Big Brother

Ecstatica

written by Tlotli, #bearpoet.

My happy place

far from this world and its noxious toxins,

its false promises, deceit and lustful desire,

a place admired for its flawless innocence

where adulation met love and combusted into an everlasting fire

 

its red ruby flaming arms caress and rock you

as you’re consumed by its melodious lullabies

which no mother ever dared to sing

and no infant to hear

 

in this dimension so diversely ferverse

rich in untainted desire

i lay my head and like im on drugs

im teleported past  the heavens, higher and higher

 

this place ever so serene

better than the world and all its charms

Ecstatica, my favourite place to be

is right here – in your arms.

 

21 Texts: Part II

dear you,

please teach me how to not be afraid? of you, me, the world, voices.

what do you do to motivate yourself in the morning? please teach that to me. i promise i won’t waste your time because i am a fast learner and i am quiet and i observe. whats it like to live without fear?

old people. they are not afraid to die, why? is it because they have fully enjoyed the ride of space and time? the idea that to leave this earth, they will have to experience pain is not scary to them, they just laugh and say “death is but a short sleep”.

heaven is up there, that I know. but I want to stop being afraid. and you’re afraid too, you once told me and you’re thinking about it. always talking about escaping, always thinking about it.

what was/is it that made/makes you happy?

i am most happy when i watch the stars. maybe because i want to travel or i want to escape. whatever my reason is, the universe knows.

you make me happy too, because even though you don’t speak, i learn way too much from you and your silence is a great experience. i was told that wisdom is attained through silence. and that is why i am always quiet and always thinking and always observing.

and even though i sign my letters to you with different names, you know that it is me.

and i thank you for this and that. and everything.

i still need you to teach me to stop being afraid. and I will teach you too.

i am young and you are too, if we learn from each other, we’ll pass this too. cool.

 

sincurly,

wueva wrote diz.

 

ps: i run with bears. i roll with bears. bear this in mind: you are cool. thank you.

21 Texts: Part I

dear friend,

today I’m writing a letter to you and me, but its not necessarily for me since i already know what this encasing of sentences shall hold.

right now, I’m listening to Little Dragon – Twice. twice times two. i figured i should write this letter because i am afraid of the power of the tongue so i write because words have a lesser effect on paper/internet/webpages.

i need to ask you something – what is my purpose? i was told to never leave home without it but i can’t seem to find it. I once went out to see people with my purpose in my pocket and it kinda fell out so i was wandering if you can help me look for it. i know we live distances apart but what it went to find you so you can find me?

i am 1 in every thought that you might think and you might think i am crazy or insane or weird but its true because it’s the same thing with you.

people keep saying ‘be you’ and i say it too but how do you tell someone to be themselves if you in the morning wake up looking like the people around you. there is no ‘real nigga’ or ‘the real me’, its an endless line of recycled personalities.

i learned that i am a human being. that might seem strange but i not many people know that they are human, they are so focused on impressing and keeping up with nothing that its taking their everything.

i learned that God shaped tears the way he shaped raindrops but he did not create rainbows to come out of our eyes because he wanted to remind us that whatever struggle, pain, shame we’re only human and that is ok. that is good.

and i hope you realise that i write in lowercase. this is how i make myself feel good.

i learned that my voice is voiced through written word and the only way i can get you to listen is to have you read.

i know that you’re a human, with a face and a body and a soul. and that Heaven is watching over you.

i know that you’re 1 in every thought that i think. right now, I’m listening to Little Dragon – Twice. i strike a heart with an arrow and a bow, whatever you take from me surely you will forever know. you and i will forever glow.

i don’t want to be called a writer (because too people now use this ‘title’ to compete/impress and art to me isn’t competition or impression) . we can use it for reference, but you should know that i am merely a kid who constructs sentences for a living. steady living.

i know that politicians tell people the ‘truth’ and i wrote that in apostrophes because I was trying to be sarcastic.

i fell on my head but i didn’t lose.

 

sincurly,

me.