Dethroned and abandoned
The loss of heart’s will to warm
To be the only one left to mourn
Without the body
Then left to carry on
As a huge and wounded heart in hands
carefully, carefully
while they display
laugh and play
To then pretend away your existence
Present day
*you aren’t the only one to feel so deeply, Wanderer.*
This original poem (poetry) is written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in July 2021 (C)
I have become the drip drip of ink
Grim, shiny
Pleasing only to things grasping in the noir rub rub smear
Becoming a former model of itself
To encounter the deep devoid of any wish or desire
Just a new hastening to mere darkness
And if this snake was a ring it only naws at it’s own tail and ass
Going about it’s daily and eternal task
These original poem (poetry) are written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in May 2021 (C)
The bawling never subsides
The claim
Then the realization that absolutely nothing can be done
It
Lingers like the aroma of dead flowers scattered under a Magnolia tree
The essence of what was
Is distant
And I squint my eyes exceptionally hard to see the horizon beyond a hazy oasis
My mouth so arid
It is as though I draw breath through the sand in an emense heat
Choking, sobbing in my hands
While I gag
These original poem (poetry) are written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in May 2021 (C)
Warning: if misery is a current mood, do not read any further.
1. Agony, my friend
In the dark corner, surmise
My impending doom
2. Misfortune mature
In an Amalgamation
Evoking anguish
3. Great cloud of twilight
Which creeps in subtle states from
Dawn to dusk, untouched
4. Bloodline curse bestowed
Upon the fated bastard
Begat of brute loins
5. Deep the jaws of grief
That devours contentment,
To shit out despair
6. Divine fortune ebbed
As chance flees this dastardly
Game of existence
7. Vast tree, forsaken
The branch siphoned of majic
‘Til none prevail
8. Life manufactures
Anguish with every angle
No matter the trend
9. Nightmares manifests
From much dismay and peril
Dwindling all our hope
10. Suckle my pain out
From this broken place, derived
From all this sadness
These original poems are written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in March 2021 (C)
1. Sunset on the rim
Of a horizon sit still
Wavering above
2. Sun that sits abides
Sphere eternal in essence
vitality lodge
3. Amber Jewel glow
Provides warm delicate touch
Bronzing everything
4. Illuminate being
Beams glimmer through trees despite
Diminishing glow
5. Copper source divine
Burnt orange embers sublime
Receding timeline
6. Majestic crown glow
Third eye projecting passions
The universe bless
7. Burning arrow rays
Depicts immortality
Reigning nirvana
8. Drift celestial
As we Gravitate towards
The guiding sunbeats
These original poems are written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in February 2021 (C)
I now know the singular purpose of his lips
As his whispers form and conjure spells
In response, my chalice overflows, he is thirsty and sips
A Drinking in bits of me and sweet lusting, touching my hips Sultry brown eyes engaged for the longing mood compels
I now know the singular purpose of his lips
Kisses so rare, so sublime creating heart skips My marvel monarch invoking while incites In response, my chalice overflows, he is thirsty and sips
A His Charm speak more powerful than the sunlight His presence on par with those celestial beings I now know the singular purpose of his lips
Intentions bold, sets me on fire, as this muse fits
He is skillfully undoing inhibitions parting thighs In response, my chalice overflows, he is thirsty and sips
Touch, the love language he speaks, alluring me
The moon comes closer to glimpse, listens and tells
I now know the singular purpose of his lips
In response, my chalice overflows, he is thirsty and sips
This original blog post was written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in February 2021 (C)
Time has a night and day
In between, I have given all that I can
Especially offered my heart
Which has been eaten as though it was an apple
Masticated, swallowed and digested
Never let that heart fall into the hands
Of someone hungry for theft
But without care for that which they hoard
Love being taken for granted
Left out in the cold
Is the coldest darkest night
This original blog post was written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in January 2021 (C)
Camera poised for poses of smiles and laughter
Concealing a union’s sunset
In a horizon of demise
Portraits foreshadowing tragedy
The fights that brewed and rumbled before
The capture of curled lips with crooked intentions
Memories to play the perfect role
For an audience of none
All rights go to Juana M. Gumbs as her original poem. 01/04/2021
While the bombs go off about me
While the time-lapse scurries by
And my clothing drenched with mud and tears
And I
Just wondering while wandering
What happened
How I’d forget the details too
All the motions and how they connect
Through the motions, through duress
The distant bombs still tell of danger
And in this greatly catastrophic time
I found a crevice to hide, bound
And binding
Licking wounds encrusted with dirt and tears and blood
In belief that if I do so
Then perhaps all of this is dream
Not fact
The rights to this poem goes to Juana M. Gumbs as of 01/03/2021
Here comes night
I, tortured
Fighting sleep again
Which becomes
Too familiar
To the demon, Death
And falling, falling
Memories lost to a trickling end
But alive outside the reaches
Of the outer realms beyond me
Lost sense of self
Obliterated by the varied roles
In dynamic technicolor
Steadily played like
Keys on a Casio.
Everything is melodic until…
Every key harmonizing
Crescendoing into tones of doom
Who am I this time?
Time the illusionist
With it comes lessons learned
Titled the best trickster
The foe and if grasped right
The fiend that swallows
All semblance of your sanity
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