1. [stay tuned for the "poetry" version of the "He.Demands." short story]
2. [ahhhh i've been requested to perform somewhere very important, very public, & very full of love..gonna have to pull out a major love ballad...*searches for muse*]
3. [i know i took a recent poem down...i wasn't satisfied so watch out for the re-edited version]
TBC (to be continued)....GOOD NIGHT
2/12
He Demands... (short story)
Today He demands nothing else but my time.
A day to grow, hour to laugh,
A minute to cry, second to realize He'd give me his mind.
With no strings to pull if I minded Him back.
He'd again entrust his heart fully attached if I gave my time.
Once He demanded my wishes of the vague and unknowing future.
The innocence in me wanted to tell
"some type of wagered war would suffice. opportunity to be wounded by tactics of intelligence. chance for true surrender. vulnerability. treaty of similar hearts that'll conscribe fantasies immune to negativity. foreign affairs. or defeat."
But the unfairly learned that was my reality rough drafted nothing short of an alliance.
Like a soldier properly trained to use visceral senses my internal battle was made superficial.
Yesterday He demanded I tell the fear that served my restraint.
As I thought "I don't know you, yet you've run with my heart",
I ambiguously disclosed "you're foreign."
He demanded I fairly return His weapon of weakness.
Baffled I looked up and found clarity. I saw Him in the nude.
He spoke of my blindness to His surrendered heart moons ago.
Each time I'd run away from Him, it voluntarily ran away in sync.
He'd hoped I'd journey full circle and run toward Him when my self-contained war was over.
"But if you can't" He lowered my defenses "it might be fair if I ask back what I let you take."
Tomorrow, He'll request if I'll share my mind.
I'll demand He stay away.
This was not an alliance we could form.
I final drafted exile.
In my unfairly learned reality, I refute any truce that contracts me defenseless.
"If some many moons this was you heartless. I don't think I am ready to know you with."
~N.Tulliv.
(c) 02~12~2010
A day to grow, hour to laugh,
A minute to cry, second to realize He'd give me his mind.
With no strings to pull if I minded Him back.
He'd again entrust his heart fully attached if I gave my time.
Once He demanded my wishes of the vague and unknowing future.
The innocence in me wanted to tell
"some type of wagered war would suffice. opportunity to be wounded by tactics of intelligence. chance for true surrender. vulnerability. treaty of similar hearts that'll conscribe fantasies immune to negativity. foreign affairs. or defeat."
But the unfairly learned that was my reality rough drafted nothing short of an alliance.
Like a soldier properly trained to use visceral senses my internal battle was made superficial.
Yesterday He demanded I tell the fear that served my restraint.
As I thought "I don't know you, yet you've run with my heart",
I ambiguously disclosed "you're foreign."
He demanded I fairly return His weapon of weakness.
Baffled I looked up and found clarity. I saw Him in the nude.
He spoke of my blindness to His surrendered heart moons ago.
Each time I'd run away from Him, it voluntarily ran away in sync.
He'd hoped I'd journey full circle and run toward Him when my self-contained war was over.
"But if you can't" He lowered my defenses "it might be fair if I ask back what I let you take."
Tomorrow, He'll request if I'll share my mind.
I'll demand He stay away.
This was not an alliance we could form.
I final drafted exile.
In my unfairly learned reality, I refute any truce that contracts me defenseless.
"If some many moons this was you heartless. I don't think I am ready to know you with."
~N.Tulliv.
(c) 02~12~2010
Til You Come...
Surrender your fears
Give them to me
Let me battle that
Which you can't
Which forfeits us
Surrender your stones
Give them to me
I'll throw each
Past what you can't
Past what I see
Open your eyes
Point Them to me
Let me show me
Where you can't
Show me your soul
Open your heart
Make room for me
I'll tell without words
How you can't
Without me
Read me your mind
Speak my thoughts for me
Let's share secrets
Til I can't
Til you come...
(c)02-03-2010
Give them to me
Let me battle that
Which you can't
Which forfeits us
Surrender your stones
Give them to me
I'll throw each
Past what you can't
Past what I see
Open your eyes
Point Them to me
Let me show me
Where you can't
Show me your soul
Open your heart
Make room for me
I'll tell without words
How you can't
Without me
Read me your mind
Speak my thoughts for me
Let's share secrets
Til I can't
Til you come...
(c)02-03-2010
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