Being Human

Before we ran, we learnt to walk and as we grow we learn more things.

We are flawed. We are bound to make mistake,  and people will often disappoint us, so will we. We would laugh and live on some days and others, love and be broken.

Its all in the concept of being human.

We just have to accept that life won’t always be black and white, there are thousands of Shades of Grey. And in the end. we just have to live and learn, With the hope that every break of dawn holds a better promise. 

-Vanessa Ating.

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Vodka Shots 2

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I like the thrill of every shot of vodka,
I drain from the bottle.
It burns as it travels through it’s way,
Sometimes i feel it leaves scars.

As I drop the glass;
It pushes some button in my brain
They click so hard, my head spins.

But the thrill makes you go back for shots after shots,
Until it is completely drain.
By then it’s either i’m talking out loud or i’m shut down.

Which ever way it goes: A bottle of vodka always overpowers me.

-Vanessa Ating.

Prose: Pleasures.

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She lay on his bed.
Legs wide spread.
His hands working their magic on her
His eyes adoring her body like it’s never seen a naked female before.
Her head spins,  she feels dizzy but in a good way.
Her eyes drifting from the decking above, to his cloth rack that holds enough shirt for a guy his age.

“Are you okay?” – he asked.
“Yes, i’m fine – she replied with a smile.

And then he goes down on her with one strike.
His tongue twirling and turning on her clits.
Indescribable sounds escaping her mouth at the nearly unbearable pleasure of it.
With each tender suck her pussy quacks.

Just then she made a quick mental note.

He swept his hand around her hip and drew her closer, his tongue riding deep into her pussy making her squirt juices faster than a milking cow.
She could feel her wetness all over.
He moved his hands farther, sliding along her pussy lips, his finger teasing, dipping into the wetness there and coating her.
She arched against his hands twining her hands with his sheets as he rubbed the heel against her clit.

quick mental note: I’ll never get use to this.

-Vanessa Ating.

Poem: Did you fall for me?

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Somewhere between our innocent glances.
Late night talks
Simple hugs
I fell for you.

Somewhere between our cuddles.
Blissful nights
Early morning breath
I fell for you.

Somewhere between our cup of coffee.
Fluffy eggs and pancakes.
Music to blend and side talks
I fell for you.

Somewhere between our mini quarrels.
Attitudes
Complains
I fell for you.

Somewhere between our empty vodka glass.
Tipsy talks.
Hang over mornings
I fell for you.

Somewhere between our casual outings.
Chilling with friends
Silly jokes
I fell for you.

But somewhere between all these moments.
Somewhere between all these talks.
And somewhere between all empty glasses and hangovers.
I’ll have to ask

Did you fall for me too?

-Vanessa Ating.

Poem: New Emotions.

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I’ve been looking for a new emotion
Now i’ve found you.
It’s scary how you are able to restart my breath
With each and every word you say.
It’s inhumane the goose bumps i get
Just from ordinary and simple hugs between us.

I’ve been looking for a new emotion
Now i’ve found you.
It’s unusual what your voice does to me
Weak feet and thudding heart.
It’s unfair what your eyes does to me
Disorientated,  i become.
Staring deep into them.

I’ve been looking for a new emotion
Now i’ve found you.
and every hair on my skin
Wants a taste of you.
Every soft spot i possess
longs for  the feel of your tender lips.

I’ve been looking for a new emotion
And now i’ve found you.

-Vanessa Ating.

Poem: I Miss You.

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Oh, silly me.
Tyring to use words to describe how much i miss you.
I just saw you hours ago but these passing seconds without you feels like forever.
How do i tell you i miss you without using the same words over and over again.

Oh, My Dear.
There ain’t no language in this world that has the words am searching for.
Describing how you make me feel with flutters and chill is just too beautiful for words.
I miss you.

-Vanessa Ating.

Poem: My Muse.

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And with time you became my muse.
And just like music: You’ve bounded me with your charms and gaiety.
You’ve become a portrait i can’t stop starring and obsessing about.
You’ve encraved yourself in the deepest part of my skin and like my liver or kidney. Even blood.

I can’t live without you.

-Vanessa Ating.

Poem: Home = Emoh.

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Home use to be a place where the heart lies.
A place where i had a thousand reasons to be happy  and joy filled.
A place where loved ones are a constant reminder of how blessed i am.
A place where family is worth more than  word.

Home use to be my little place of heavenly showers on earth.
A place where i recognised the difference between fake happy and real happy.
A place where am not shy of being me, because me is the best i can be.
A place where wrongs can be right with just am sorry.

Home use to be my every morning sunrise of constant love.
A place where the old and young share a common interest: Happiness.
A place where cousin, niece and nephew sounded distant so we stuck with sisters and brothers.
A place where a child’s persistent cry and laughter meant a lot to all.

Home use to be a beautiful place of red roses and wine.
A place where we had plans that would only make your lungs overflow with love.
A place where anger never existed, A place where family was bonded together and nobody wanted loose.

I miss that home. 

Now my home is just a place of distance, 
constant anger,
little or no love with broken bounds.

A place with a different meaning.
Home = Emoh.

-Vanessa Ating.