To be real

By N.C.-Marisa Phanord

 

To be real with yourself is to see the ugly.

To be real with yourself is to see the pretty.

To be real with yourself is to be yourself.

To be real with yourself is to accept your reality.

You have wrinkles, freckles, curves, and people that just on your nerves.

To be real is to realize that you are human

Riding on an emotional train that has no specific destination.

To be real with yourself is to be yourself and work it!

Whose going to be you and pull it off as well as you?

Just be…you and you’ll go far

And you’ll make it to the REAL.

Mr. Wrong Guy… Here You Go

By N.C.-Marisa Phanord

Yeah, Yeah

You’re this, you’re that

but nothing close to a star.

I thought you were a diamond.

Now blinded by the crap

I’m sorry… I misjudged you

I kind of saw you as the man with “S” strapped on chest

Now when i look closely the man behind the “S” is just a big mess

and again I’m sorry

I thought you were cool, i thought you were appealing, and everything i’ve been dreaming

The problem was that you thought so too.

So mighty and totally hot, right?

Picking women from left to right

Just waiting and sitting, hoping that you notice me

You must have known how much i liked you

I guess you still have alot of growing to do.

I almost failed pre-school for not playing games

So why don’t you think this is not the same?

But don’t worry I don’t blame you

You’re not the one who made me a fool

It was I who put you on a pedistol so high and so tall

That I never thought you could fall

Man, you had my heart

and dropped it (one)

You had my heart and you kicked it (two)

you had my heart…

But wait ! If you add 1 and 2 together doesn’t it sum to the 3 times you shattered my soul?

Is it your goal? a toll that i must pay for having liked you?

It’s funny..that the pain only lasted a day.

Now that i am cool and calm Listen to me now Mister:

“I don’t need a man who thinks he is so cool that he keeps his lips so close to his butt looking like a duck!”

 

                                                             Bye!

 

What use to be

By N.C.-Marisa Phanord

Hold me

Kiss me

Tell me that you adore me

Because I fear your essence is not near

And your love isn’t here

Once again I would love to hear your voice

That baritone that travels to my phone

Causing my soul to break up into an infinite amount of pieces

Tapping into unknown happiness that was then over flowing

I know this may sound a little whack

But as a matter fact

The ashes still remain from that fire that you once proclaimed

 To be love.

So what? It’s been how many days and so many things haven’t been the same

Things have been kind of lonely

In this one house, one room, once love.

So here is the now story

We lived 50 stories

There were no elevators, no stairs, only stares

Because we lived so high in air

For people to see our love in action

It use to take them for a ride, we charged no fare

Although we really didn’t care; I don’t think it was fair

To show them how it was, something that they probably couldn’t pull off

Was it some sort of deceit for us to succumb to defeat?

I’m tired of weeping

Wishing you could have told me from the beginning

Told me who you wanted to be

Just a quick fling, a man not willing to fight for the real thing. That’s me

So tell me Mr. Weatherman, will you be accurate today?

Will our forecast for tomorrow be clear enough?

To really see what has been eating us

Or will this black cloud remain and us continue the same which most people may call profane

But if it does then I would have to fear

With this being the final tear

This peering heart will finally get a chance to breathe again, see again

And maybe baby mend again

And go looking for someone to call friend

Once again 

Committed Love

There is a feeling that I want to grow

And inkling that just won’t go…

Away

It’s restless

It’s relentless

It’s scorning

It’s burning

Its yearning

It is forgiving

It is understanding

It is my warmth

It is my love that will subdue under any circumstance

Because it is my strength

It is my will …

To go on.

So I keep it locked away under my heavily guarded heart

Waiting for the one with the key for it all.

by N.C.-Marisa Phanord