yup I was his girl

made me feel like I was…

his world

all along he was a master of the galaxies

my sky began to fall down

stars of deception shot across

and my moon so full of woes

never saw the sun again

never felt the warmth the same

the sweet hues of the sky

reminiscent of the colors

for the rainbow that represented the

chromatic composition of how we felt for each other

turned to gray

at least 50 shades


50 shades of gray

50 shades of

days spent crying

hoping that my tears would bludgeon all the pain that had built up inside

my heart

hoping that my tears would cleanse my soul

dissolve the soul ties that we had formed

feels like a mannequin, connected, weaved together

these soul ties

are lies

soul lies

so lies my heart for you to stomp on

you say you love me

you say you love me?

me love self

more than you

so thats why

you can go ahead and be masters of your galaxy

milk your way through deception

have your cake and eat it to

cause I guess that’s what you’re suppose to do

but I am more than dessert

I am a delicacy

delicate, decadent

and worth it to be seen, touched.

no worth it to be experienced

ablige your senses in me

delicacy, see I

I found my worth

I am worth more than worlds

galaxies are like chump change to what is my equality

because I realize I am regal, regality

this love it’s a fallacy

never fall for what you just see

because he is the master of the galaxies

and I was just his girl

he is the master of the galaxies

and I was just his world

By: Phalande Camille

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Your regimen of loving remains the same and you wonder why you are still single

A lot of people are on diet intimacy aka Splenda sex aka low fat loving

Valentine’s day becomes your cheat day, you overindulge in love.

Whole fat, wholesome loving is done 365, 24/7 not on 2/14

muse sick

drowning in music so I can breathe freely

suffocated by reality, revived by your melody

Lost in my lonely, saved by music’s sweet serendipity

when riding musical ecstasy, shyness does not become me

feel good music

feel you music

good feel music

you good music

acoustic alchemy, melodic chemistry


society of alcoholics

accustomed to numbness

we fear our genuine entity

seeking boldness

at the bottom of the bottle

seeking elevation

we are tired of rock bottom

bottled emotions flow

we go from liquor to lick her

society of alcoholics

accustomed to pain

we fear brutal honesty

seeking shelter

within the walls of a shot glass

seeking forgiveness

we are tired of the past

that seaps into the presents

so we sip to the future

society of alcoholics

unaccustomed to self