— Jeffrey Bolden
— Jeffrey Bolden
You have no idea how much I hate wondering if you think about me as much as I think about you
Knowing what you can do to me, knowing the power that you have over my heartbeat is infuriating beyond measure
The thought of something such as you coexisting in the present with me is an evil enigma
A black void, a rip in space where my eyes, my thoughts have no choice but to divert to
But I know I can never fully get to close to you without being drawn in further
But my interest is peaked and it was peaked the very first time I seen your smile
I knew you were the most beautiful evil I have ever seen
So I ask, if anybody is out there listening to the ramblings of a poet, perusing through the vastness of consciousness that is the internet
What do I do? I am willing to take suggestions
"Oh, how dearly i have missed creeping you page. Your words are music to my ears, so i beg you. Don't ever stop singing."
I promise you I never will. I just been editing my novels as of late so poetry and things of that nature kind of took a backseat. But I tell you what, how would you like to be a beta reader to one novel I’m ‘bout finished with. You can also help me pick out the name. I’m stuck between Sing For Me or Violets & Roses: A Beauty Within
They say when it rains God’s saving a soul
And not worry about things beyond your control
Can’t control the weather, can’t make it better
Can’t make you love me, reason why I’m so untrusting
My heart beats slow, but my soul is comatose
Because I’m loved by everybody but the ones who matter the most
If you hate me, then why did you make me
Shame you can’t even smile at your first baby
Inherited your features and your cold disposition
Because the world put a tender, young boy in this position
Bullied as a youth, but inside of a bullet lies truth
Because I had thoughts on killing everybody including you
Including myself, no one saw I needed help
Because I was so good at disguising the pain that I felt
Baby boy neglected with a lifestyle hectic
Heart full of hurt mind full of rejection
Inner Child raised in a city that made him wild
Where insanity ran rampant and murderers were established
Trying to curb this habit of hatred
But instilled the day the person that made him, left him forsaken
Left him patiently waiting for a day that never came
So that day love was lost, never to be found again
But I’ll take the blame, I was born simple and plain
It was my fault that he left and after that my fault that i changed
It was my fault the world didn’t quite look at me the same
It was my fault that I harbored so much hatred in my brain
It was my fault that I held on to such strong hostility
But this inner child matured with the ability to take full responsibility
— Jeffrey Bolden
With your skin in my fingertips
I feel the pulse of Heaven
And it is made real again
You are my faith
You complete me
Do I deserve you?
Can I handle being the first being to ever touch your Heavenly body?
How would I react to having your apricot lips pressed upon mine for the
first time?
Would I react as one who has never drank drinking the finest of wines?
What would go through my mind?
As my fingers ran…
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Excerpt from Smile On Her Face - Jeffrey Bolden, Book Of Soul
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