This is a day that will forever stick out in my mind. The day that I lost my innocence. It has taken me many years to deal with this, but I finally had closure after I finished this piece.
July 1st, 1991
Too young to go thru this
All I can see
Was you touching me in places
You're not supposed to be
Robbing me of my innocence
Invading my thoughts
Perverting my essence
never got caught
Threatening me to silence
Under your spell
Afraid of your violence
I'll never tell
Forcing my lips
To your private parts
Forcing me to strip
never got caught
Hoping to be saved
From a voice upstairs
No one was listening
They weren't aware
Of the evil that dwelled within you
The monster that lived inside you
Secrets were made
Never got caught
No one to stand up for me
No one could see
The awful things you did to me
I'm standing for me
And all the women that never fought
I'll make for damn sure that
You get caught
~Alohanani
December 26, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Some old poems, revised
Fantasy Island
Slowly drifting to sleep in your arms
Forever grateful to feel so secure
The timing is right,
Tonight is our night,
Been away for too long
Yearning for your touch
Sharing special moments in intimacy
And your bedroom eyes invite me to a place,
Where fantasies become a reality,
Full of whipped cream and strawberries
Gripping thighs and vigorous thrusting
On thousand dollar satin sheets with velvet trim and silk pillow cases
Getting caught up in infatuation in the limousine with the top down,
Relaxing in the jacuzzi
Getting lost in you
Passion overwhelming us underneath the antique rain shower head,
Imagining that we are beneath the waterfalls of Jamaica,
Basking in the sun on the side of a resort pool in the Virgin Islands,
Chasing each other in tribal attire in the rain forests of Africa,
Standing on top of the Eiffel tower in Paris,
Walking together along the quite white sand beaches of the Caribbean,
Crossing over the Golden Gate Bridge in St. Louis,
Silence falling over us
Taking a gondola through the rivers of Venice,
Dining at the beautiful Italiano Restaurante and share a plate of Fettuccini Alfredo,
Moving on to a Restaurante Espanola and dine on Paella con Arroz and for dessert, flan
Last but not least, we must nourish the soul,
Making us feel good on the inside.
Just the thought of it has me
slowly drifting to sleep in your arms,
Inside the tranquility of your embrace
And here is one for the lovers:
My Vows
On the surface it all seems so simple,
Two people who love each other unconditionally,
But as I begin to scratch what lies just beneath the surface,
I see what is and what there is to come.
So much passion between the two of us,
I can feel the fire.
Special moments that will forever be imprinted in my mind
Of the soft and intimate kisses you give,
The way you gently stroke my glory,
Often I get caught up in your embrace,
The warmth of your face,
It cant be replaced by another.
Seductive stares and wet lips take me straight to ecstasy.
It cannot be described,
Even though I have tried,
And the feels wont subside; I guess Im caught up.
You've got me for life,
I am your best friend,
I am your wife, even when you go off the deep end.
When you fall, I am there to pick you up.
When you have a plan, I have your back.
If you have a dream, I want to make it reality.
I am your rib,
I was made for you and you alone.
You will never have to wonder whether or not I love you,
All you have to do is call on me.
And here is one for the love of my life:
The First Time
Memories from the first day we met
Your approach,
the way you looked into my eyes
The first time
Something about the way you took my hand in yours,
The first time
Let me know that this was forever.
Kiss me again,
the way you kissed me in the moonlight by the lake
Our first time
Hold me close, the way you did when we slept in each others arms
The very first time
When I am hungry, feed my mind body and soul, the way that you did,
That first time
Make love to me completely and touch the depths of my soul the way you did,
Our first time
Leave me wanting more, the way you did
That first time
And when I am yearning for you, put it on me the way you did
The first time
And when you say, "I love you,"
Make sure its not
The last time.
By Beverly Bradford
copyright- Decemebr 20, 2008
Slowly drifting to sleep in your arms
Forever grateful to feel so secure
The timing is right,
Tonight is our night,
Been away for too long
Yearning for your touch
Sharing special moments in intimacy
And your bedroom eyes invite me to a place,
Where fantasies become a reality,
Full of whipped cream and strawberries
Gripping thighs and vigorous thrusting
On thousand dollar satin sheets with velvet trim and silk pillow cases
Getting caught up in infatuation in the limousine with the top down,
Relaxing in the jacuzzi
Getting lost in you
Passion overwhelming us underneath the antique rain shower head,
Imagining that we are beneath the waterfalls of Jamaica,
Basking in the sun on the side of a resort pool in the Virgin Islands,
Chasing each other in tribal attire in the rain forests of Africa,
Standing on top of the Eiffel tower in Paris,
Walking together along the quite white sand beaches of the Caribbean,
Crossing over the Golden Gate Bridge in St. Louis,
Silence falling over us
Taking a gondola through the rivers of Venice,
Dining at the beautiful Italiano Restaurante and share a plate of Fettuccini Alfredo,
Moving on to a Restaurante Espanola and dine on Paella con Arroz and for dessert, flan
Last but not least, we must nourish the soul,
Making us feel good on the inside.
Just the thought of it has me
slowly drifting to sleep in your arms,
Inside the tranquility of your embrace
And here is one for the lovers:
My Vows
On the surface it all seems so simple,
Two people who love each other unconditionally,
But as I begin to scratch what lies just beneath the surface,
I see what is and what there is to come.
So much passion between the two of us,
I can feel the fire.
Special moments that will forever be imprinted in my mind
Of the soft and intimate kisses you give,
The way you gently stroke my glory,
Often I get caught up in your embrace,
The warmth of your face,
It cant be replaced by another.
Seductive stares and wet lips take me straight to ecstasy.
It cannot be described,
Even though I have tried,
And the feels wont subside; I guess Im caught up.
You've got me for life,
I am your best friend,
I am your wife, even when you go off the deep end.
When you fall, I am there to pick you up.
When you have a plan, I have your back.
If you have a dream, I want to make it reality.
I am your rib,
I was made for you and you alone.
You will never have to wonder whether or not I love you,
All you have to do is call on me.
And here is one for the love of my life:
The First Time
Memories from the first day we met
Your approach,
the way you looked into my eyes
The first time
Something about the way you took my hand in yours,
The first time
Let me know that this was forever.
Kiss me again,
the way you kissed me in the moonlight by the lake
Our first time
Hold me close, the way you did when we slept in each others arms
The very first time
When I am hungry, feed my mind body and soul, the way that you did,
That first time
Make love to me completely and touch the depths of my soul the way you did,
Our first time
Leave me wanting more, the way you did
That first time
And when I am yearning for you, put it on me the way you did
The first time
And when you say, "I love you,"
Make sure its not
The last time.
By Beverly Bradford
copyright- Decemebr 20, 2008
Poetry, old and new
Second Hand Love
Love given half-heartedly
Rushing everything
Returning home to live a lie
Teaching their children to live an honest life
You are their safety blanket
Their getaway from reality
Truly believing that you will always be around
But always being second best to them
Always getting leftovers
That second hand love
Knowing that they will choose stability over what is real
Hiding your passion behind the doors of a cheap motel room
All the promises wont make a difference
Lying alone as they make their way home to reality
Choices
Stuck between what I want and what I need,
Not sure what is best for me,
Two paths like snakes winding
Intertwining, exposing me daily,
Escaping what feels so right,
Creeping around,
Making a choice,
Yearning to hear the voice,
I am torn between the desires of my body and heart,
Desires reaching ecstasy and feeling warmth,
Or eternal love,
That knows my innermost secrets,
But will this love satisfy my burning desires?
Mental Climax
I have learned to expect nothing of you or with you
It will only end in disappointment
Complicating the façade of happiness
With the undeniable reality
That our feelings overwhelm us
Like a hurricane
But we must keep them confined
To the four walls of this room
Until we can steal away
To somewhere far away
Mind Sex
I only experience with you
And such a coincidence
Finding you listed under this
Stimulating my psyche
With the foreplay of conversation
The caresses of our eyes
The vibration of our thoughts in unison
The sensation of our minds bring us to climax
My secret
Kept deep within my bosom
Anticipating the next time
We can steal a moment
To vibe on an intellectual level
Only in our minds we can really be one
Beverly Bradford
Copyright December 19, 2008
Love given half-heartedly
Rushing everything
Returning home to live a lie
Teaching their children to live an honest life
You are their safety blanket
Their getaway from reality
Truly believing that you will always be around
But always being second best to them
Always getting leftovers
That second hand love
Knowing that they will choose stability over what is real
Hiding your passion behind the doors of a cheap motel room
All the promises wont make a difference
Lying alone as they make their way home to reality
Choices
Stuck between what I want and what I need,
Not sure what is best for me,
Two paths like snakes winding
Intertwining, exposing me daily,
Escaping what feels so right,
Creeping around,
Making a choice,
Yearning to hear the voice,
I am torn between the desires of my body and heart,
Desires reaching ecstasy and feeling warmth,
Or eternal love,
That knows my innermost secrets,
But will this love satisfy my burning desires?
Mental Climax
I have learned to expect nothing of you or with you
It will only end in disappointment
Complicating the façade of happiness
With the undeniable reality
That our feelings overwhelm us
Like a hurricane
But we must keep them confined
To the four walls of this room
Until we can steal away
To somewhere far away
Mind Sex
I only experience with you
And such a coincidence
Finding you listed under this
Stimulating my psyche
With the foreplay of conversation
The caresses of our eyes
The vibration of our thoughts in unison
The sensation of our minds bring us to climax
My secret
Kept deep within my bosom
Anticipating the next time
We can steal a moment
To vibe on an intellectual level
Only in our minds we can really be one
Beverly Bradford
Copyright December 19, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
My Early Christmas Gift
I have found my twin soul...I found my BFF from the 3rd grade on this website called ancestry.com I did a search for her under her maiden name. Low and behold, I found her! It was just like old times talking to her on the phone. It was like nothing had changed. We missed each other like crazy and I believe that God was the reason that she and I are still alive to share this moment. She went through things that no one should have to go through and all it did was make her a stronger and more beautiful individual. So many things could have come from her hardships, but I truly believe that her perseverance and my prayers got her through. It is strange, but when you are spiritually connected to someone, no matter what the circumstance and distance, God will always bring you and that person back together. This is the best Christmas gift that I ever could have received.
Monday, December 1, 2008
In the Palm of our Hands
In the palm of our hands
Is our existence
Sleeping soundly,
Unaware of boundaries,
Uncorrupted by society,
Innocence at its finest.
Our love,
Surviving
Trials arising,
Overcoming odds,
Holding on,
Supporting life,
Creating in love,
A work of art,
Cradled in protection,
Sheltered from harm,
Raised in love,
Molded for success,
Their future is,
Is our existence
Sleeping soundly,
Unaware of boundaries,
Uncorrupted by society,
Innocence at its finest.
Our love,
Surviving
Trials arising,
Overcoming odds,
Holding on,
Supporting life,
Creating in love,
A work of art,
Cradled in protection,
Sheltered from harm,
Raised in love,
Molded for success,
Their future is,
copyright September 9, 2008
Beverly J. Bradford
In the beginning
This is the beginning of my open journal to the world. Finding an outlet for all of my feelings, dreams, goals and aspirations is something that I definitely need. I have been through so much in my 24 years on this earth. I want to inspire people to believe that there is nothing that they can't accomplish. I guess I will start with the things that I am dealing with right now.
I am currently in a longterm relationship with a wonderful man. He is my bestfriend and someone I really admire. We have been through everything from dealing with my crazy mother, to me accepting collect calls from him in jail. Although things are good between us now, it was a very long road to this point.
It all started when Kenalee, my best friend of 8 years at the time, was down in Florida visiting me. She was beggining me to go window shopping at the Fashion Square Mall. Now anyone who knows me, knows that if I don't have money, I don't go shopping. On this day, however, I felt bad that she had been in Florida for almost a week and I had not taken her anywhere, so I took her to the mall.
So we walk into D.E.M.O. (a popular clothing store) and decide to try on clothes (again, something I don't do when I don't have money). We each picked out a jumpsuit to put on, Ecko for her (skinny bitches!) and some off brand for me (aka fat girl). Have you ever noticed that when you get to a certain size, the odds that you will find more than one outfit in a normal clothing store declines exponetially? Well this is the case for me. So we decided to come out of the dressing room on the count of three to show each other our outfits. One...Two...Three. I opened the door to see a tall chocolate man wearing a red shirt, jean shorts and a koolaid smile.
To be continued...
I am currently in a longterm relationship with a wonderful man. He is my bestfriend and someone I really admire. We have been through everything from dealing with my crazy mother, to me accepting collect calls from him in jail. Although things are good between us now, it was a very long road to this point.
It all started when Kenalee, my best friend of 8 years at the time, was down in Florida visiting me. She was beggining me to go window shopping at the Fashion Square Mall. Now anyone who knows me, knows that if I don't have money, I don't go shopping. On this day, however, I felt bad that she had been in Florida for almost a week and I had not taken her anywhere, so I took her to the mall.
So we walk into D.E.M.O. (a popular clothing store) and decide to try on clothes (again, something I don't do when I don't have money). We each picked out a jumpsuit to put on, Ecko for her (skinny bitches!) and some off brand for me (aka fat girl). Have you ever noticed that when you get to a certain size, the odds that you will find more than one outfit in a normal clothing store declines exponetially? Well this is the case for me. So we decided to come out of the dressing room on the count of three to show each other our outfits. One...Two...Three. I opened the door to see a tall chocolate man wearing a red shirt, jean shorts and a koolaid smile.
To be continued...
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