DREAMSCAPE: YOU ONLY VISIT ME IN MY DREAMS NOW (Short Story)

Strange, I became accustomed to dreams of you pleasuring yourself with other women. Some of their faces blurred, others were women that we knew. Genie of my dreams, you are my reality and within my reality you are pristine. I could not understand why my subconscious missunderstood you to being unfaithful.

Now you only visit me in my dreams. In reality, you started a fire in me and now it is too much, you want to back out. In this dream I had a few hours ago, the reality was different. You came to me in my dreams. You entered into my home while I slept soundly in my bed. I was nude under the covers, but you only watched me. Then I stirred and you came into my view. Genie, I was elated to see you and you came into the bed with me and we rolled around in my giant bed together. We laughed and smiled at each other. The sunbeams glowed around you and the moon reflected from your eyes. I caressed your face, my fingers drizzled over your beard. I kissed and held you tighter. You mde me feel in this dream that there is hope in us. I looked up at you as you stood at the edge of the bed, Genie. You stood radiant, more brilliant than ever and I cried.

I woke, being both in awe and saddened because In being a wake, I realize that I have lost you. Possibly forever. You will never remember the good times we did share.

Thank you for reading about my dream I had just this afternoon.

This original blog post was written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her April 2020 (C)

SHORT STORY: POUR MY HEART

This was their first valentine’s together and Laurie was careful in choosing every item with precise detail. “Everything in love,” she repeated to herself as she went about purchasing balloons, cupcakes, chocolates and even a jar to put sweet messages to honor him. When she arrived home, Laurie was so ecstatic while putting all the items together and carefully writing a letter to him so that he knows why she invented the “Pour My Heart” jar.

Before he left for work that morning, she quickly slipped into his vehicle to create the display of items. In the passenger seat of the car she put the cupcakes, gift bag with chocolates and all five of the helium balloons. The balloons were an assortment of stars, hearts and one balloon that said “You are Special”. He always let her know as long as they were together that he was not into celebrating holidays, but she wants him to always know that he is loved. One more thing to make the display complete, the “Pour My Heart” jar! She forgot it in the house!

Her love is in the shower when she races into the bedroom and into their walk-in closet to retrieve the jar. As she slipped out the room while he was in the bathroom and she closed the door quietly behind her. Finally, she got to the car and laid the jar on the seat, in front of the cupcakes. Laurie stood back to admire the display on his passenger seat. Then, there was the ringing of a phone somewhere within the car, nearby. She was stunned because her boyfriend’s phone is always on his nightstand near his side of the bed whenever he is in the house. Where was the ringing coming from? She looked around the front seat as well as the passenger seat of the car and could not find a phone. The ringing stopped momentarily, but then started again frantically. She looked in the back seat, then stopped again to listen carefully as to the location where the ringing possibly came from. Laurie checked the compartment between the front seats, nothing. Then she looked in the glove compartment and heard the ringing intensify. There was papers and other objects in there, even a gun. She had not known about a gun that he owned, though suspicious, she did not touch it. While digging around in the compartment she found a pregnancy test and dropped it instantly…when realizing what it was. The phone started to ring again, and this time she saw it. It was a flip phone, black and it flashed furiously as it rang. It felt like five minutes or more before she picked it up, then put it to her ear to listen.

The person on the other line spoke first. It was a woman’s sultry voice that whispered from the phone.

“Greg, I’m so glad I got you. Happy Valentine’s, baby!”

FROM THE AUTHOR: Just practicing my creative writing. Please use the comments section to give your thoughts, criticisms on this short story. I write on different genres and haven’t found my niche, yet. Thank you for reading!

This original blog post was written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her. (c) 2020

POEM: Black Hearts Depart

Longing

Alluring in its desired quality

Though insanity runs it

Claiming its purity

to devour, squeeze all wholesomeness

As though it was a tattered rag

When all semblance of hope is lost

Black heart emerges

Disturbing, pausing to give weight to

As it begins to corrupt all beauty

Rendering it naked

Then proceed to whiter

Emaciate

Break

Defeated

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Poem: First Love

First love sweet bliss

Pure but ripe to pick

That someone to love

First love

That one from many

Which love calls to you

No one else can replace a sweet romance

It has always been all about our love

And words expressed

With “I love you” in depth

But as the clouds darken

I remember those rainy days

Though I still believe our love would prevail

In time

The water runs dry

And leaves me

My entire being would cry for you

To un-break my heart

I used to love him

I used to care

And as 10 years past

My heart still sore

Bruised

Yet yearning

In due course

My love soothed and heals

As he spoke two words

“I apologize”

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Verse: CONCEPTS OF LOVE 1

Love

Soft like newly formed petals

Light but eager to give

Conscious within it’s own

Alive and eternal

Quiet sometimes

when it sits and waits

Exuding a light so mighty

A beacon to reunite

Lovers to peak

Even through the darkest of nights

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VERSE: LoVe LoSt BoUnD

**My only outlet to express my hurt and pain at this time, WordPress.**

Suffocating

Gasping sounds

Air gulped and pushed out

The room’s spinning

Eyes burning but shut

No words to utter

From dry mouth and tongue

It hurts don’t it

It hurts

But no ears to hear

Or care

This heart attack

Punishment for something or another

Most lethal and unfair

Slowing me down

Taking life in love from me

Tearing love from me

Taking all my might

To steady

To balance

To breathe

Disclaimer: This poem was inspired by love or loss. All photography or original art for this post was created by Juana M. Gumbs, AKA HetHeru. Thank you so much for your support. Please like, comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

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VERSE: HeArTbReAk HoTeL HaUnTs

**I have no where else to release these feelings, so I give it to my WordPress at this time.**

Neglected and confused

Alone and rejected

Siting in a car of blues

Contemplating

The bruises of my heart

To start

Entering the hotel room

Every step an ache to my love

The love I gave so freely

Now resented and banned

By him I love

Is that love

Lying on the bed

In my heart’s mind he haunts

He not haunted by me

His love unrequited

I at a crossroads

The ache moves deeper

Making my eyes leak

My heart’s blood

Trickle down and away

Soaking everything

Filling up the room

Drowning in my sorrows

This love lopsided

Floating me away away

His intensions unknown

He only knows hurt

Thinking of how much I love him

My heart and the aches there

Crippling

Floating me away away

Until I am no more

Disclaimer: This poem was inspired by love. All photography or original art for this post was created by Juana M. Gumbs, AKA HetHeru. Thank you so much for your support. Please like, comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

This is an original poem imagined, created and copyrighted in 2019 by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.

VERSE: DOPE LOVE MEDLEY

Hurry

Come hurry

Come

Against my brow

The instance I breathe and take in

And then, burst forth life through pain

Love, then in pastures

Come to play

A medley, a true tune

Played by me with Aesop’s violin

Hurry

Some hurry

Some

Little by little

The rain drops overflow

To flood the gardens

Filled with corn,

Filled with birth

That moans from Earth

To pass

To give life

To give death, rebirth

Hurry

Sun hurry

Sun

Quietly, silently, quietly

Growing from a distant line

To cover shadowed flaws

Hushed nights and removed bright stars

And rays that disguise the universe

For creatures like us

To feel invincible

Disclaimer: This poem was inspired by love. All photography or original art for this post was created by Juana M. Gumbs, AKA HetHeru. Thank you so much for your support. Please like, comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

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VERSE: TO MY LOVE

Energy increasing from time

From the beginning to the last minute

The last minute before this is over

And again

Like an everlasting spring with your spirit appearing to me

Like a flower that first bloomed and still,

The pollen keeps fresh as the days for us grow older

But lasts

You now, even more beautiful

Awakening me

Since the first day I discovered you

And you, never ending

I still explore

I still find reasons to come back to you

To walk beside you and keep up

Your light is expansive

I want to be in it

Dance, sleep, wake in it

Disclaimer: This poem was inspired by love. All photography or original art for this post was created by Juana M. Gumbs, AKA HetHeru. Thank you so much for your support. Please comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

This is an original poem imagined, created and copyrighted in 2019 by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.

VERSE: Dusk Draws Near…

Written 11/9/2012

Impressions of you

Dusk draws near

Conjuring a spell

Symbolically the motion

is far too much to equate

while a river’s tide rises

Within my chest

Heart heavy, filled with

The pain of the rain there

That day

But still dusk draws near

Reminding

Motion pictures of memories

Flash as you left me

This chapter ends

The other begins

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This is an original poem imagined and copyrighted in 2019 by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.