KarMel
Scholarship 2008
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Poem “Ringtone” By Conseeta Brown |
Desciption of Submission: “This poem is about
my undying love for a female who, although feels some attraction towards me, is
afraid of being viewed as a homosexual individual. She doesn't really know how
strongly I feel for her and we are just friends. I let my heart bleed
throughout my poem on how she hurt me when she moved on and married, but how
despite everything that happens between us, I still and will always love her.”
- Conseeta
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So
there is this girl you can say I’m falling for well,
I'll admit that I adore already but
we haven't really just become spontaneously heavy because
I've known her since the 3rd grade and
we've continued to be steady friends with
no debates come no amends but
that was then, because now it depends on
what we're arguing about fussing
and fighting on frivolous accounts then
isolated like never
best to place love after pride so
I'd succumb, the cleverest move to coincide with
her passionate soul I
take a hold of her as she scolds me then holds
me, as the anger is pushed aside and I collect
my feelings like toll fees she's
my big ass baby daily
feening her needing
her first
round draft pick, got a damn team with her set
it off for my Bonnie, my Winter Bunny my
Chipmunk, Butta, my "fuck with her, you'll get your shit dunk" my
vision, my prize my
She-devil with the green eyes... gorgeous
green eyes like the canopy of the Amazon think
about them and lose control, trying to get a handle on my
glare when I'm with her, love pains hit me when I stare but kills
me when I can't, I view the forest and the trees and
if the sky wasn't blue, this is the color I'd want it to be but
it's better as the sea, with my heart tumbling as
the tides rise, time flies because we woke up in my car and it
was ten minutes till three, we grasp last dreams both
ready for the morning but mourning the separation it brings things
are different now, we're older and niching our own spaces remembers
our childhood as we grace each's faces she
traces the outline of her two favorite places transferring
energy and novas when we touch much
explosion over a clutch and
chaos with a kiss I
view brilliant bright that fades into darkness as
my heart missed a few subtle beats unknown
to me how serious is the sync but
an idea forms, and like a child, it is our own taboo
to outsiders, but fuck them. We're grown. and
the idea evolved into our butterfly relationship people
of the present can hate or trip take
a slip, you're dismissed from the abyss of this bond she's
already won and ladies, I'm done we
fall back and fade, and I'll gladly fight
the day to have the right to say I'm
the only star that takes her nights away |