Breaking Poetry Out of the Frame

Suicide Love I was ready to take my life... for a guy... I took a sigh … wanted to take off fast and fly… so I put down the knife. Cause I saw my child crying …I died a bitter life... too bad I am slowly dying… for that simple guy…naw I’m not crazy and don’t ask why… let’s turn da’ tables back… It was my turn to shine… I met my guy, and he poured a little wine….. college bound…and my time to flourish and time passed ..to be.. I loved his ass , we had a plan so he took me for his wife and I said yes... how should we plan? …but a test...deception and lies... a child to no avail. I lost four kids tryin’ and cryin’, because of pleading for a guy who asked me to be his wife…stressing and miscarriage caused ..ongoing cheating with my life...Regressed… I drove to his job and I find my best friend already there... a lip lock. I couldn’t even stare... I kept saying to myself to run far away... but I kept watching in disbelief ... finally I ventured home full of grief and waited for him to show …he arrived chipper and suddenly scared… why?..He saw my knife.. and I was his wife but could not believe the same lips he used to kiss her had encouraged my death A cry and I turned the knife back around to my throat ‘cause I was ready to take my life for a guy... I took a sigh, put down the knife ‘ cause I saw my child’s face. I heard her cry, my future baby cried so loud... I walked away from the sobbing man…so for now I chose life... his and mines… Bottomless Pit I am a bottomless pit of ongoing emotion…Description of stomach motion. Body chills honored by nature, homage is paid to the free flowing butterfly found in nature, Can we fly free? Again, description of stomach motion Too many words yet not enough words justify our need to testify gotta’ move slow take it easy but emotions feelings steady on the go , maybe we should just let it flow fast or slow... Babie just let it flow. The tear in the eye of “we” could renovate the most passive brain. Is your heart going insane? I tend to have that affect. An eye moist and filled with water swells with indescribable where you are. Water does not fall. The metamorphic tear or the real life tear, and fake tear strain. Mind over meets grey matter tear. This equates to fear take a sigh for the gear to be switched we will continue to let’s not say goodbye babie. Just let it flow…but for now I am immersed.