Alvin Love
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Just giving my 2 cents...
Stories (6/0)
About Last Nite Part 5
Last I had a dream, you slit your own throat then blamed me. You came at my neck so I grabbed a knife to self protect, you took it and held it at your own and said "I can do it best". The knife was to stop my demise. I would've rather keep my distance then cut ties. You made it clear that this time, there was no saving the bond between you and I. You knew damn well that being a killer wasn't my scene, yet you chose a false tale to tell the world about you and me. I mean how could that be. You were blinded by your envy and greed to visualize my loyalty you see. They it's not about love but loyalty, but I am most loyal to those I love and won't abide by those false rules of the street. You sent your assassins to take care of the lie you told. They're undying loyalty to lies was a sight to behold. Admirable in fact that to these great lengths they'll have your back, but know that an enemy is an enemy and I always seek to go at my problems with some form tact. Hell, you even sent those who were supposed to be my allies to attack. That's okay because it was a lesson in learning that it was only me who had my back in fact. I also learned that most of those that I held to my heart so close could be expendable even to that realization that the loyalty they had had long become a ghost. It's cool. We are best kept at a distance, but if I let you close again, whether I survive or not, you will forever look over you should for you will even in death you will feel the fury of my presence.
By Alvin Love3 years ago in Poets
About Last Nite Part 4
Last night I had a dream... stirring up old feelings as it seems. They may be a lie, and they never went away. At the end of it all, I just wanted you to stay. I thought things would get better if I let you go, but little did I know experiencing you was the only way I'll grow. I hate that I yearn for what I cannot have. I feel stupid for thinking sometimes it would've last. I pray that I'm wrong and that you'll return to me someday. I know the devil is your ear and false things that she would say. Lust left on impressions and gave us both vital lessons. Your presence is enough, but your touch was a blessing. I want intimate smoking sessions with our endless conversations. Experiencing you was just enough that I'll never become complacent. Our flirtatious ways could go on for days. I also know that sometimes we needed space. But one thing I will say is I pray that we experience each other or at least something like it again one day.
By Alvin Love3 years ago in Poets
About Last Nite Pt. 3
Last night I had a dream... Well, it was more than that. Now that I think about it, it may be interconnected to another past. Well the first one seemed to be horrific and gory, as a child I woke up in cold sweats. But now? They just bore me. Well maybe boring the wrong term, maybe like, more at peace with the darkness that I've learned. There were twisted tricks and hellish games being played, but this particular dream ended with a venture behind the shade. Now fast forward to the current. It began with the slither of an old friend and personal omen. The slithering serpent then turned to a miniature gator, but this one wasn't talking about "I'll see you later." It slow crept towards me to back me into corner, but one thing that I've learned is that if you face it the dream the scene changes to another. Now I'm back in my room getting read to play a video game, then I noticed that two messages had came. The first was about the absurdity of big tech making us pay so much for games. I figured it was another scam and disregarded it as such... BUT... the second one to come through came to me with a laugh and a plea. A short message from that said "Hello my name is Anna Lee how do you be? lol. I was wondering could you help me, lol I'm in hell, no literally lol." Poor darkly desensitized me, because my first thought was "I'm so tired of these scams" and woke up instantly.
By Alvin Love3 years ago in Poets
About Last Nite Part 2
Last I had dream, about the people of my past from my old teams. It's funny how much time changes us. Going our separate paths but still kicking up dust. Some of those we called friends aren't with us no mo'. Hell, some of us turned on the childhood oaths we spoke. It's funny how I see smiling faces in my dreams even though we are no longer friends. Not only that, we became the worst of enemies in the end. How could the love in our friendship get to this point? I learned lot of the times it was either circumstances or just the simple passing of the joint. We shake hands like it's all cool but deep down each of us are thinking "I got an eye on you fool". The best of friends can become the worst of enemies. It's so common now that it's a new spin on how I see the word frenemies. Maybe time just grew us apart. Maybe our friendship was doomed from the start. I don't know, and I don't like to ponder it. That said it's going to always on my mind and have me wonderin'. Was there any saving what we had? Or was this the destined outcome for our path? It's now a distant memory, and I don't know. What I do know is that is I want to go and allow for new relationships to grow.
By Alvin Love3 years ago in Poets
About Last Nite
I saw you last night in my dream. Now a days I struggle to understand what they mean. Of course you were in my dream. We don't see each other anymore. I don't even know if we can open back up that door. Miscommunications were the origin to our bases. I knew I needed a clearer vision, so I've often contemplated Lasik. I didn't see you, and you ran up and hugged me from behind. I saw who it was and immediately started cry'n. I always saw the kindred soul in you as if you were of my tribe. As if we know knew each other before living in this time. We are truly and definitely soulmates but not of the romantic kind. We just so happen to mirror each other time after time. That's the spiritual realm so most wouldn't understand, just how deep our connection is without merely joining as woman and man. We sat down and had a deep discussion and laughed real hard over nothing. It ended by us playing your favorite game. Damn. I pray this dream means something.
By Alvin Love3 years ago in Poets
A Love Letter to the Inner and Outer Feminine
Dear red mixed with dove, can you ever find the courage to let me inside of your love? You're so bashful that your cheeks turn the same color when you blush. Forgive me if I ever made you think that this was just lust. I simply wanted to bask inside what's lush. Hold you. Praise you. Oh it's a must. You see, I'm infatuated and contemplating about your stuff, but don't be so easy. I know that I'm cheesy. Let no one near it if, at least by you, they are not just. Fuchsia hues give me the toxic blues, because without you, there is no us. I fight to get myself together and prep for the stormy weather so that your blissful presence continue to nourish us. Sweet dripping nectar providing blessings from the nether. Microscopic views showed me the paint brush bristles of your pleasure. If it be your will and wish, I want to feel the artist's brush. Nature even emulates your nature, or you it. Or maybe you're one in the same. Dear God, it even open's the other eye providing me the ultimate lux. Even so, I'll come down to know just how sweet your touch, how warm your taste, how bright your smell, how loud your sight, and how intoxicating the aroma of your sound
By Alvin Love3 years ago in Poets