Other books by
Pierre Alex Jeanty
“Her”
“To the Women I Once Loved”
“Unspoken Feelings of a Gentleman”
“Unspoken Feelings of a Gentleman II”
Copyright © 2017 by Pierre Alex Jeanty
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To the reader,
Read this more than once,
let the thoughts marinate
savor the depth of these appetizers
suck on the bones of every word.
Digest this body of work.
I made this for you,
I created this for her,
I birthed this for him,
who compares her to oxygen.
Enjoy!
To the previous readers,
You’ve picked up the words that drip from my
heart
and treasured them.
I cannot thank you enough
for supporting what I am doing.
Without you, I’d still exist;
but the poet in me would not have had a voice loud enough.
Thank you from my heart.
I still do not claim
to be a great poet,
but a great observer of her.
Love will leave few bruises
on several occasions.
It will hit some veins,
and do some damage in parts of you
that the eyes can’t see.
But,
it will not give you bullet wounds,
nor will cut deep to the soul
It will never become a bystander while
your heart bleeds to death.
Your voice shouldn’t tremble in the midst
of someone who says they love you.
If you are stumbling over your words,
may it be because joy has your knees weak.
But it should never be because of the fact
that fear is swimming through your veins
and doubt overfilling your heart in their presence.
I can’t agree with you or them
and say it’s love dear.
Falling in love can be scary,
but being in love should never be terrifying.
It was your lack of effort
that screamed, “Let go!”
and whispered, “Move on,” to her ears.
Not her friends,
family, or
a possible replacement.
Those who disappear out of your life
as the sun sleeps
are neither lovers or friends.
They are gentle monsters.
They are leeches who will feast until you’re drained.
They are people with terrible promises and rotten motives.
Do not make them your savior,
do not find comfort on their shoulders,
do not build on their promises.
The caution tapes around her heart
are not there to keep you out,
neither do they exist to be decoration on
Halloween nights.
They are proof of broken entries
by men who hid their true identity
to commit loveless acts.
They are there because
she is guilty of murder against herself,
and them guilty of
being instigators and accomplices.
They are billboards for eyes to see
that she has slept through the worst of
nightmares.
She will remember the moments
you made her feel loved
more than the times you said,
“I love you.”
Young love is beautiful,
fall for that boy,
believe that it'll never end,
talk about forever without a care in the world.
However,
It will remind you very quickly,
that boys lie and that a man is what you need.
It will tell you over and over that relationships
end and that in a marriage full of love,
is when you'll being seeing forever.
Young love is beautiful, but old love is real.
Nothing ordinary is meant for you.
There’s nothing more unfair to you
than convincing yourself that it is okay
to accept anything short of extraordinary.
Your body is made to be made loved to
by a man who has your 50th wedding anniversary
date marked on his calendar,
leaves his heart in your palms,
and understands the meaning behind a wedding
ring.
Maybe you don’t believe in fairy tales,
but “till death tear us apart”
ought to be the least you settle for.
You deserve a love that knows no conditions
and ends at your funeral.
How is it you sacrifice
your happiness
to make sure
there’s not a scratch on theirs?
Love should never be
only about your happiness,
neither should it be excluded.
If I must be honest with you,
everyone is forgettable;
though memories may linger and replay
themselves.
It is who we are that makes us unforgettable,
not our want to never be forgotten.
It is the type of love we offer to those who
have never known love that makes us
unforgettable.
Therefore, love hard, despite how hard it is.
It's what they'll remember.
Simple Reminder I
Do not become less of a woman
to a man who is looking for
a woman who thinks less of herself.
Showing less can be seen as more,
but showing them less of who you
are
never gets you more.
The scale should never be given
the power to weigh you down.
The number it reads should never
add more burden to your soul.
Beauty is not defined
by how much flesh
rests on your bones,
but how much
compassion is buried in your heart.
If you find those who make you feel ugly
because you weigh more than the average,
tell them to swallow their opinions
and do more than cardio for that ugly heart.
Quit lying through your teeth.
Do not give her a crown
simply because you want her
to bite her tongue.
There’s no greater transgression
than attempting to make her feel
that she has fallen short by loving the way she
does.
It is silly to try to convince her
that she is a sinner for being able to love so
devotedly.
It may not be normal to you,
but let it be to her.
You have to be
more afraid of losing her,
than you are afraid
of loving her.
You will always have those
who will applaud you,
those who will only cheer you on
when life is putting a beating on you.
There will always be those who
want to be in your life,
and those who will stick around
just to be there when things go wrong
so they can have something to
keep them blind to their own misery.
The mistake of many
is that they think forever
is a path, rather than a road,
that must be built brick by brick.
Rainbow
How can those who are color blind
see how beautiful a rainbow is?
Those who live in the gray areas
only flirt with the light,
they do not ask its hand in marriage.
You’re a rainbow my love,
their sky is too clouded with darkness
You must never let their true color
cause you to lose yours.
You remind me of the bible.
Though people can see between your lines,
they misinterpret your words,
they try to define you by their misunderstanding.
They preach their rumors as truth,
crucify your name,
mock you for being a misfit,
throw dirt on your good intentions,
and bury your character.
Still you rise,
still you overcome,
still you love.
She is tired of empty I love you’s,
especially the type that trail before "but"
to put to sleep the doubts that
whisper reasons to walk away loudly in her ears.
She is sick of promise after promise
made about keeping promises that keep
disappointment tightly hugging her feet.
She isn’t bitter, she is sick and tired.
How long do we expect someone to believe
the “nothings” spoken by someone who is “their
everything”?
You can be the type of girl
who boys look at and want more.
But never become the type of woman
who mistakes the hunger in a boy’s eyes
for the passion in a man’s.
In her smile lives the light
and the darkness of the night sky.
She is no fallen angel,
but an angel who has fallen from grace
quite a few times.
Her prayer is that she finds a man to cheer her
as she puts her halo back the way it belongs.
When their actions
become a brush that meticulously,
stroke by stroke,
reveals the full painting of who they are,
you must not let denial erase
nor paint over their true colors.
They’ll be proud of you when you
set your feet in enough success.
Right now, their eyes cannot open
to your dreams.
Fear has stolen their hope
and pocketed their interest for a life that revolves
around things they are passionate about.
Forgive them,
some of them mean well,
some of them don’t want their
fear of failing to abuse you
like the fear of failure assaults their minds.
If we love with our lips,
but not our hearts,
we are liars with good intentions,
thieves with charitable actions,
lovers without substance.
Despite,
love is still worth it.
The only love that is worth dying for
is the type of love that makes you feel alive.
Simple Reminder II
Wanting someone
who doesn't make you feel wanted,
is wanting everything you don’t need.
Needing someone who doesn't live
as if they need you in their life,
is being in need of what you
shouldn't even want.
Do not let the world
turn the sweetness of your smile
into sour tones that hang out
with ugly words.
Do not give the bad you’ve seen
the power to plant darkness
in the soil of your soul.
Do not let that ugly past hold the beauty
that lives in your future, hostage.
To the girl looking for love
You are not
a drunk man's playground
just because he has strong arms
and a six pack.
Sober love will always lead to more
memorable moments than drunken lust.
If you do not feed her mind,
your tongue must never find
a way to complain about
the malnourished love
between the two of you.
Nor should it ever question
why her heart has only known
starvation with you.
Beautiful flowers can't bloom
without healthy roots.
Love is a full puzzle;
the bigger picture can
only be seen as you continue
putting the pieces together
and falling deeper and deeper in love.
You will see “forever” clearly.
Love is hard to find, but obvious to see.
Her face,
Her laugh,
Her personality
Her existence can make
an atheist
swear that angels exist.
You do so much
to save those dates,
yet never get another day
on their calendar.
By now,
I am praying you see that
it’s not who you try to be
tonight for that man
that will make him desire you,
but how true you are to yourself
and what he sees in you.
If you're a size
too big for him to love,
his heart is too many sizes
too small
for him to be your type.
How ignorant
can anyone be
to believe that beauty is
what one looks like,
rather than what can be seen
in one’s heart?
Stay in the "now"
If you let the ghost of your past
scare the life out of your new relationship,
it will haunt you.
You are made of love,
How can you let anyone
convince you
that you are not worthy of it?
Self-love
and selfishness
are neither siblings,
neighbors,
or friends.
When you cannot effortlessly
distinguish the difference
between the two,
you've turned self-love into
a self-centered prison.
Don't let any crumbs of attention
he throws at your feet cause you
to bow down to his curse again.
I know you are hungry for love,
but he has proven time
and time again that
he cannot bring enough
to the table to feed you.
Girls like you
give writers like me
things to write about.
You are the blood of my pen,
life to my words.
You are more
than art.
You are heaven manifested,
and the sweet imagination
of an innocent soul.
To describe you in shorter words,
is to say that
you are creativity itself to man
and poetry written by God himself.
Simple Reminder III
You must be, “Yours,”
before you are anyone else’s.
If you wonder
how she carries her baggage so well,
you must first ask her
for a glance at her back.
She has handled betrayal
as if its fire was nothing
more than an illusion.
Women like that handle their flaws,
tame their fears,
and silence their doubts.
Strong doesn’t describe her,
she defines strong.
She is the reason men like me
understand what balance is.
When I stare at her, I see both
perfection and imperfection.
I see beauty and ugliness
living in the same place.
I see light and darkness
wrestling one another.
She is so good, yet bad;
a perfect mix of heaven,
with a little hell at times.