I was sitting in a bar Slowly sipping wine Trying to have fun When I met your ebony eyes You were dressed in white Talking at the bar Entwined with the light When I first saw your smile It came as a surprise Don’t think I romaticize You got me mesmerized I totally fell for … More Your ebony eyes
There’s an extremely thin line Between love and hatred And I’ve been wondering for a while Whether I’d already crossed it Or if I’m still walking blind Waiting to be elated © Lusessita Kingsley
(13/01/2019) Thank you for your silence when I needed to be talked to I learned to listen to myself I learned my voice is powerful Thank you for your absence When I needed someone to hug I learned to comfort myself on my own I learned self-sufficency Thank you for your indifference When I needed … More Thank you for your silence
(02/01/2019) And for all those months my heart would always skip a beat every time I feared you wouldn’t fight for me… © Lusessita Kingsley
Today is my nameday, the feast of St. Lucy. Saint Lucy came from a wealthy Sicilian family and was born in the end of 3rd century. Rejecting marriage and worldly goods (she’d benevolently give away all the family’s wealth and devote herself to help the presecuted Christians), she vowed to remain a virgin, which angered her suitor, … More St. Lucia’s Day
Excerpt from “2 A.M.” poemfull poem here
Brian Carter was an aspiring lawyer. He was in his thirties, but due to his unquestionable talent and skills, he soon became one of the experts in the field. His wit, sharp mind, dedication and diligence had led him up in his career at a very fast pace. At the age of 30, he became … More Stay alive. Part Two.
It’s time for meto be rewardedfor all the loveI’ve givenand never gotten any in return It’s time for me to be rewardedfor all the painI’ve sufferedbut never askedfor any of it It’s time for me to be rewarded for all the lonelinessI’ve encounteredand ever since carried with me It’s time for meto be rewardedfor the darknessI’ve acquaintedbut never wantedto … More It’s time
(November 2016) Morning reflections. Something has changed. In me, I guess. Dancing no longer helps, nor does the alcohol. I eat, I drink, I sleep, I go to work. Everything seems to be automatic, though. Days go by, Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays… I hardly notice. Thoughts in my head. Thousands of thoughts per minute. None … More On the Pursuit of Happiness. Part Six.
Don’t ask for permission Just come and give it all to me Put it in my mouth Leave it on my lips Smear it in my hair Spread it on my skin like chocolate Let me have it in me Make me feel it Make me choke on it Make me taste it like a … More Don’t ask