Presents..."My Love" by Sethlina Amakye

"hush...listen - let me tell you what it means when i say three words

i love you.

it's so much deeper than a reaction to your body

or the stirring of my heart to the gentle way you treat me

it's the knowledge of no limit to what i would do

if ever you neede me to...

beyond the knowledge i know

because most of all love is what i show

when i know how i feel, but can't find word that say so

i love you when i'm enchanted by your mind

when i long to climb inside... your thoughts

when i brush your skin but feel your soul

everything i do with unmasked affection

my undivided attention - all for you

my love's real when i can list everything i love about you

on demand, whenever you should ask me to

i love you when i let you see my faults

when i remove them from dusty vaults

with fresh incentive to try to work them through

and i do, without ever trying to hide me from you

i love when i think only of the best for you

leaving my own interests untended

knowing if ever you were threatened or hurt

i'd protect you and bear your wounded body back to safety

and suffer the pain for us both

if i could

if i tried to save you before you drown

and saw in desperation, your struggle pulled me down

i know i love you because i wouldn't let you go

i love you when i write this

while i'm not sure where you've gone

and i trust you as i fervently hope you won't stay away for long

my mind dreams only of reuniting with your soul

i don't think to pull in reigns or tighten my hold

best of all my love is free and freedom to be you with me

and constant assurance that my love will always be true

i mean all of this when i say

i love you."

Presents..."Words My Way" by Sethlina Amakye

"sorrow is sometimes a refuge for those who hastily speak words of avoidance.

the truly sorry find their home in houses built with bricks of guilt,

and sometimes they themsleves are the architects.

have you ever passed through these doors?

the mortar runs slow, the concrete settles, be careful not to let this foundation harden.

what we believe is discovered and not chosen.

"only do, there is no try."

i find beauty in the rising suns where heaven and earth become one,

where still waters become as mirrors

inspiring introspection and slowing pulses.

i find beauty in rolling fields where lonely dogs salvage bones

and maybe a friend.

the beauty in pain.

the beauty in nonsense.

1 + 1 = 3

what is real about the real world?

i find only facts constructed from remnants of desolation with fear as their inspiration.

i live guided by silent sounds telling me i'll be okay.

the living dead come to me at night with two intentions,

one to seek the other to destroy.

i see their guarded duality and i am compelled to reach out my hand

when it's returned to me

i find only a bloody stump with thier teeth clinging to my sacrifice.

i am a mirror and i am lonely.

will they return?

hopefully in time.

when they do i'll greet them the same as before

and know what was lost

will be returned to me.

including the love of my life, a human sacrifice, and my soul.

mummified in my own fear, with haste i begin in the unraveling.

i find i can only go so far.

stabbing knives draw lines in the sand daring me to cross,

i find i'm too weak.

you have ears to hear, are you listening?

jumping the gun where no bullet is found,

rumors fester into facts.

undisturbed i run to meet you halfway

find me where i am."

Presents..."Untitled IV" by Sethlina Amakye

"time seems to come to a standstill, as we stroll together hand in hand

with sand squishing under our feet, i turn and gaze into your ebony eyes

my heart seems to beat faster, rising and falling in time with the sound of the ocean tide

the warmth of your love overwhelms me as our lips meet in a kiss

feeling you trembling in my arms, soothes my soul and sends me into erotic bliss

the beauty of the setting sun pales in comparison to your radiant form.

i give thanks for every moment we share and pray, from you, to never be torn…

a passionate kiss filled with the harmony, we share

i seek and find peace of mind in the knowledge that you care.

your sweet lips send chills that rip to the depths of my soul

with a tender hug, i'm intoxicated as if under the influence of a drug, your love has taken its toll.

your tender caress, i must confess, is beyond anything i could ever dream.

expressing a tender sigh and wiping a tear from my eye, you will never know what your love means."

Presents..."Untitled III" by Sethlina Amakye

"when i close my eyes,

my thoughts still remain.

and as i hold my pillow tight,

my mind drifts farther away.

darkness sweeps over me,

and holds my body down.

it ignores my plea,

so i lay there still bound.

i'm trapped there through the night,

no matter how hard it gets,

i struggle and fight to open my eyes.

i don’t want to dream the dream,

for fear it might come true.

and as i sleep, my tears stream,

with arms outstretched to you.

why must i go through this?

why must i feel so sad?

the outcome is always bad…

i end up alone,

just the sheets, and me

shivering from the coldness of my soul.

when can i feel the happiness,

of a dream i just had?

my dreams are always the same.

a little girl is left in the dark staring at the ceiling,

wondering who is to blame.

i stare reflecting upon her blazon face,

i see the hurts of hatred, which cannot be erased

wound so deep they've left a stain.

in her heart i discovered a pattern of my own pain,

realizing her concealed ones of my own shame,

i stare as each tear falls from her lonely eyes.

i scream out in desperation to his lifeless body,

just because i forgave you,

doesn't mean i have forgotten things you did.

all those nights that i've lain awake at night,

afraid of my own shadow…

no, i could not, cannot

ever develop amnesia.

excuse my need to feel secure again."

Presents..."Untitled II" by Sethlina Amakye

"how
 
often

i've cried out

in silent tongue

to be saved from myself,

in the middle of the night

too afraid to move.

horrified the answer

may be beyond

the capability

of my own hands

so small…."

Presents..."Untitled" by Sethlina Amakye

"aching

in your constant absence

-the emptiness of silenced passion-

i crave and burn for you

our bodies had one outline

i brave the night alone

-what else is new?-

the darkness hides my joy

-------------------------------my shame

but i fail even myself

know this:

i will be satisfied

without you"

My Favorite Poet...Sethlina Amakye (Konadu-Agyemang)

""sethie and i go waaaay back and her work's been phenomenal since the day i met her. check out her blog @ http://whateveritisletitbe.blogspot.com. if i was anybody i'd tell people she's easily my biggest influence in writing.""

"i remember writing this three years ago and the crazy thing is, despite time and distance separating us, she's still my biggest influence in why i pen. i may not write about her the way i once did, but i know i only really started writing because of her. she could put words together...and i could too; and our sabbath exchanges of the prose we had created during the week formed a lasting bond between us.

i still have the "butterfly box" she gave me with her poems in it, and with her permission (of course) i'm gonna to post a few.

thanks ska!"