Anjalant nelson
Bio
I'm a aspiring poet and philosopher, I write short stories and poems for the souls that aren't heard, overlooked and overshadowed. Writing also releases my voice into the world. so please enjoy and comment any feedback you have.
Stories (3/0)
Sacred Beauty
she'll look at herself in the mirror and pretend as her beauty knows no limits, but as she wanders out into the world, her morning thoughts of her reflection are then shrouded by competing personalities, men who undress her with their eyes, not seeing any true value in who she is, and as she passes me by, I look past the beauty, I don't undress her clothing to get her body, I look in her eyes so that I may undress her mind, to see her soul, and capture a glimpse of her true self, for I too know how she feels, I wake up with the confidence of a lion and when I wander this world I become small and fragile to the smallest insult about any imperfection of my body, and we both head back to our homes, we know that today is over, tomorrow is a new and the cycle repeats.
By Anjalant nelson7 years ago in Poets
Who's Out There for Me
Who's out there for me, a king with no queen, at the point of not caring for ethnicity, just someone to lay by my side, a true ride or die, humble to the core, so many closed doors of opportunity pass me, so every night I'm left with lonely thoughts, these soulmate battles that constantly get fought, back and forth my conscious falls off my shoulder because of a love drought, scared of my loving turning to rot, if only I found her, life would be easy, who's out there for me.
By Anjalant nelson7 years ago in Poets
Opposites Attract
can't you see the bleeding love I have for you, why you gotta be so mean to me, why you don't know what you mean to me, why you got other women rolling their eyes at me, I know I overthink things, but that's only because I don't want our love to be imaginary, you're the only one that I want, no matter who comes in my life, my heart keeps running back to you, your name echoes in my head, I miss the days, where we layed in bed, sharing dreams and passions, no matter what you put up with me better than any man has, my past love has damaged me upon repair, but somehow you fixed everything with a gentle kiss and the sweet nothings you whispered to me, all I ask is understand my feelings for you and hopefully one day we can be merry as if all our problems were imaginary
By Anjalant nelson7 years ago in Poets