Shameca Biggs Poems

Echoes of loneliness was his name.
Words and Story was the game.
We fell in and out of prose.
He the Thorn; I the rose.
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He came back to me.
Back to the place where we fell apart.
Back to this aching bleeding heart.
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Dear Dark knight and black warrior,
Sitting here I now realize the ramifications of my sins.
Sometimes we have to lose just to win.
In finding my heart I lost my goal.
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You know there's something wrong when you're the soft to his strong. When he's the wrong in your right. The dark in your light.

And yet still you are pulled to him.
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Like a feverish hunger; the need to touch and be touch sizzles and thrives.

It's sharp sting of awareness buzzing inside me as the bees and their hives.
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Black and blue surround me and I hurt all over again.
My sorrow times ten.
I’ve considered reaching out for comfort, but no one understands. They’ll never be ‘that man’.
He’s all I see.
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Lyrics of a song dance in my head, his scent still lingers and covers my bed
A simple request sent as a prayer for salvation, answered with the test of all his creation.
Do you love me enough to sacrifice? I know I want to but will not pay the price.
A life for a life and a fate for a fate, but I would not trade my window for his gate.
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In the dismal gloom where black and gray entwine to birth a fog
I sit and ponder, sweat coating my brow in dread
Of those sinful deeds done, of those bitter things said
All the decided actions of my life recorded on a celestial log
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Your silence compels me to scream; instead I whimper
Your distance compels me to cling; instead I simmer
Your laughter compels me to melt; instead I hide
Your touch compels me to hunger; Still I cling to my pride
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Time creeps ever so slowly, and in that time there's you.
Outside of that time there's two.
Below and above that time there's few.
Two paths; few possibilities that I'll ever choose one.
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