Collection of Poems

Come Home With Me Tonight...
by Darnella

I wish I knew you so I could invite you to come home with me tonight
without seeming like a poetic hoochi
or someone who offers herself so freely
that you would swear she's just reclycing the koochie--
I wish I knew you in person so that I could relive
The words of every single poem you ever spoke
I wish that I knew you so authentically
I could finish every single word you never wrote.
And just by touching your chest
I wish that I could read your heart
And just by holding your hand
I'd know that every end must start again somewhere.
I wish I knew you so that I could invite you to come home with me tonight
Without having to dig up reasons to explain,
How I cannot bear another meaningless encounter
Empty sex can drive a normal girl insane
And maybe that's why I feel so crazy
Enough to write this poetic note to you--
And though you can hear every single word that I'm saying
You don't even know who the hell I'm talking to.
Or why that you have touched me in the way that you have
That caused me to drool for you in ink--
Because great love affairs just don't happen anymore
And I'm afraid that my heart's almost extinct
Except on those rare occasions
When I watch you take this stage
Then for a moment I believe in love again--
And if you can't come home with me tonight--then let me come with you
If only to store me in your pocket as your pen.
But I wish that I knew you so I could invite you
To come home with me tonight--
Without facing the possibility of resistance--
I wish that I could make love to you tonight
So that by day I could be brought back into existence.
And the next time you take this stage
To impart poetic knowledge to the seeking--
With every syllable uttered out to the masses
I would be the language you'd be speaking.
So please don't leave me hanging at the end of this poem
Because there's something about that isn't right,
And the only humanly possible way that I finish this composition
Is if you would agree to come home with me tonight.

BELONG...
by Darnella

Every time I step into a room I disappear--and even
though you see my form still I am not here. I fell
somewhere between the cracks--and I feel them getting
wider--have you ever seen the world through the eyes of
an outsider? "Belonging" was something that always fell
beyond my range--the things that most defined as
normal--I always saw them strange. I often stare at
others--almost everyone I see--asking through a
voiceless whisper, "Do you feel like me?" But no one
quite admits it--at least they don't out loud--and people
bleed to bind themselves and fit within the crowd. So
where do I go from here? Don't tell me this is it--wherein
lies the Promised Land for those who just don't fit? Is
"belonging" an actual place that anyone can find? Or is it
nothing more than a peaceful state of mind? IF SO, then
I belong to those who love me--my friends and next of
kin--I am also a Child of God so I must belong to Him. I
belong to the earth--composed of dust as I stand here--I
am Fire--Wind--Rain and Sun--I am a child of the
atmosphere. I belong to all that's breathing--and that
much I know is true--and even if I don't fit in--I still
belong to you. And that makes us connected--at least
from what I see--because if I belong to you--then you
must belong to me. There is no separation of one from
the other--and she is as much my sister as 'this man' is
my brother. Hence I found my answer--I don't know if it's
right or wrong--poetically speaking this is my summation
of the world where I belong.