I'm Gettin' Over

I'm gettin' over

Your face, your smiles, your flirts

The very comments that made me hurt

inside

I'm gettin' over your promises,

the very words that got me mesmerized

for a moment

before the were broken

I'm gettin over the times and times

times and times we spent inside, outside

Tryin' to make this pseudo love apart of each other's lives

I'm gettin' over days and nights days and nights

talking over oovoo and skype

Trying to make our love as crazy like Bonnie and Clyde

(Without all that...crime)

I'm gettin' over your guitars and songs

words and poems

Fake dreams and your jeans that hang down lower than your knees

I'm gettin' over your many "I love yous"

When you really meant

"Lemme get into an area a bit higher than your shoes"

I'm sick and tired

tired and sick

of your mind games

That made me think that you were on top of your game

all studious and what-not

With your books in your hand

Tryin' to make ppl believe that you were better than the average black male

Oh please!

Who were you tryin' to appease

A mask with a superman cape

It was all a facade

But lemme just give you a round of applase

A standing ovation

For your acting skills of how to kill a womans heart

Of how to unwrap, taste, grind,twist, and spit and step on her

As if she's a chewed up tobacco on a basebal field

You don't understand the pain you've caused me

night after day

day after night

So I'm taking my time to get over

you

your smiles, your oh so lovely stares

I'm taking you out of mind

My bones

My spine

My veins

My hair

My life

Imma take you out like they took out hiroshima in 1945

I just wish i didnt waste so much time

on your infinite lies

Thats why I'm making sure

My mind is all clear and pure

From you making me feel all insecure

And bring down my confidence to the bottom of your shoe

So I'm taking this time

to dissect

to erase

to remove

and to disinfect

Your influence from my mind

So baby, don't be surprised,

If i stop poking your face

writing in your book

leaving messages on your space

or stop giving you a tweet

It's just that I'm simply

Gettin'

Over You

-Valerie Anselme

A title to my Poem

Can you give me a title to my poem?
A title to the familiar things unsaid
Give me a title 
To a poetry of words demanded
Spoken through the mouth of the muted
Speak to me words
Fit to place above the lines of phrases
When read, is full of blank spaces
Fill in the space of the title
For a poem doused with insight
That sits like a bird with no flight
Place before me the letters worthy
To form into a word or more
To sit above a poem 
Of words sweet to taste
But hard to swallow
Give to me the proper label
So strong but unfinished 
Like the tower of Babel
Give me the title to a poem
With words to dread
But empty
Like a child unfed
Can you give me a title to my poem?


-Valerie Anselme

Not ready

So many indecisive decisions
got me pondering and wishing
that I wasn't in this situation.
My heart's not set,
but what is set
when the stage isn't set
for the scenes with the silhouettes
of dreams of love
and precious time spent with that one...
I'm not ready to walk and talk
Talk and walk
about our lives and what we want
getting closer as words exchange
talking in close range...
but my life isnt ready for that change
I wish to be alone and have my space
but is it what I really want?
Or do I just want a nice toy to flaunt?
I'm just not ready,
for wounds and scars
and nights under the stars
I just wanna be free to choose
hoping there's nothing left to lose
I wish that my wish,
would come out on a dish
And be prepared to me as I please
But then I wish I knew
what I wanted to wish
See I'm a bit confused
on what I want to choose
See, I'm just not ready
And I wish I wasn't heading
To a scene with silhouettes
Of dreams of love
And time spent with that one
Looking at stars from above...

Tell me

Tell me
Just speak the words
That may break or heal my world
Speak as if given a truth serum
And say the words that I know were to come
I've prepared my heart for the words of a double edged sword
That I knew would leave me battered
But you see I've built a wall
Real large and tall
To withhold the contents of my inner parts
So that its not toyed around like an invaluable art
Tell me
So that the unexpected can become what I expected
Tell me
So that I'm not sitting here pondering, and hoping
That love stories and fantasies do coexist
In a world filled with murderers and sadists
So tell me the words
that lie in the center of your world
That is ready to unfold
In the front of my palisade
Where I await the letters of your parade
And don't make it like a masquerade
In which I cannot see the true contents of your face
Just tell me...

Priceless Expressions

 

I just thought it would be funny to put these up :D  

 

 

 

 

© Anselme Photography - my girl Nephy during her photoshoot

this was taken by james himself.....smh

I hope he doesn't kill me Lol

New Beginnings

Here I am sitting at my computer, wondering what the next few months are gonna be like. I'm excited, but a tad bit scared of what the future holds. I am home for the semester, and there are so many opportunities out there for me to grab...but I don't know where to start....I just pray that God leads my path.

So I decided, after many months, to finally blog. I've had this blog for a long time but I've never done anything to it. Well, I guess now's the time!

I decided that this blog will consist of my photography and poems, and many insights of my view on life.

C'est Moi!