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Im Not Supposed to Think Of You


I wonder if you know how true I could be to you

You just don’t know how you freed me

I am no longer imprisoned in my head

Every day I challenge my mind and try to do away with wasteful thinking but...

I’m not supposed think of you

Slow, long kisses those are my favorite. When your lips touch mines a million stars start to shine. I can’t help but think do you feel like it’s that amazing?  I catch a glimpse of you, head tilted, hands gripping my thighs, so much passion through those glasses. Those soft lips and gorgeous brown eyes. 

I feel your energy clashing with mines. Your sensuality with my sexuality it’s a match that can’t be denied.  When we entwine we send the heavens shaking disrupting the angel’s peace. I wish I could keep you with me 

But I’m not supposed to think of you

It’s not just the intimacy that I’m attracted too, it’s that big beautiful brain that blows me away. Something about the knowledge you keep that has me wanting more and more of your time. I crack codes but you🤤 you are the mystery of my nights. Your honesty is respected, your goals deserve credit. I’ll never forget you saying” Nobody wants to be 30 and broke”, and that my love touched my soul. I never met any guy like you, so driven and focused. Your motivation gives me purpose. You know yourself, you’re not confused. Your enigma gives me the power to write again. Damn man you are my muse

But I’m not supposed to think of you

You’re my India Arie’s “truth” I can’t help but to think about you. I feel so protected in your arms. I just love the way you are! I would travel great measures just to get a taste of your love. You don’t understand how the little you have said has impacted me. Moved me from low to high mentally. This could just be an awesome friendship, but I have a jealous tendency.  You feed me! My mind, soul and body. You have brought me back down to earth and opened my reality.  You have tamed my crazy which is a big deal for a Fierce Scorpio like me. 

But I shouldn’t be thinking about you.  

9/27/17

Brianna Sterling 

For the Guy who held my attention 

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The Help

Soul Dancing Unapolgetically

 I have been too fearful of my own potential, my own strengths and my own voice. I let my broken pieces define me and became content with being a mess.  Is everyone this hard on themselves or am I too rigid to see that my flaws are human, nothing less. That my pain is identifiable that my fears are shackles of the brain, and my potential is undeniable.  Where did I learn to self-hate? Who can I truly Blame for such an ugly pattern of I’m not happy to wake up and see my own face.  I get so stuck in my misery that I block out the whole world until I feel like myself  again.   It takes too much energy to dwell in the past, and even more to pass around smiles that are fake.  I find myself disconnecting from my core, and I see only the masquerade I bore. It gets dark, so dark when you’re an empath who can feel to the depths of ones soul.  I will take on all the negative energy but in hopes that something nurturing can be reborn.  They say don’t let anyone throw that on you and I won’t anymo

For my Nephews and Ellie

  To my Sterling Boys and Brielle   I know a lot of time has gone by since you have seen me, just know In my heart you will always be. It’s so sad to write to you as if y’all aren’t here but adult drama fills the air.  I imagine you all have grown so big and strong, your childhood laugh warms my cold days and our memories together keeps me strong. I know I’m just your aunt but y’all will forever me my Bestfriend’s, the closest thing to my own children and Gods beautiful art.  I wonder what new things you have learned, what adventures you’ve taken? How many books have you read? Have you watched a good movie? How did you do in school virtually and what little pains you hold in your young hearts💜💜💜 I remember you all being so very smart, and I know your mothers are taking very good care of you. Please be patient with them because this time in life is hard for us all.  I shed tears writing this poem but it’s been weighing heavy on my mind. The only thought that I had was why did I have

Home

He felt like home. Like grandpa’s hugs and granny’s kisses. Like a  school bus ride home, and  evening sunsets. Like afternoon Lunch with your Best-friends. He felt like home. Arms with an instant ease of peace, chocolate lips And a grin so sweet. He felt like ice cream on a summers day. He felt like a sunshine ray , and a Shooting stars runaway. He felt like home He felt like  Twilight, New Moon, and Breaking Dawn. He was was as high as the sky  and as bright as Nebula. He felt like why have I never felt this way before? He felt like a shower after a long day at work, like back-rubs And bath bomb soap . He felt like India’s Aries “Brown skin…  I can’t tell where mines is and where yours begins”. He felt like hopes redeeming  and pains end. He felt like home. Of course felt is past tense. But it’s still memorizing to dream of who we used to be. The trauma that can Happen when direct and in-direct meet. Like I’m saying things I don’t mean Because you act a certai