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Coldhearted Dame.©

You had me fooled for the last time around.
I thought you wanted me. Wanted to love me.
Wanted to kidnap me from the same shit that surrounds me.
Wanted to be my fresh breath from this air pollution of lames.
Your charm had me foolish. You pulled out that gun and shot in my direction.
A bullet made out of rejection, dissappointment, hurt & heartache.
The bullet shattered what was left of my heart. It pierced through the arteries that
had once pumped love through the blood that kept me alive. I fell backwards
on the pavement and my vision became blurred. You walked over me and smirked.
Tears slipped out the crease of my eyes downwards my face of how it hurted so bad.
My lips trembled on how my body was dropping its temperature...
My hands began to grasp my chest.. The blood was soaking through my shirt heavily..
I tried to call out for help but it nothing could escape from my mouth...
You shot again.. My right arm.. My left thigh..
My body began to be drained from all the blood you shot out of me..
I couldn't get up. I couldn't move. Feeling was beginning to get numb.
Your mouth was moving like you was speaking but my ears didn't pick up the sound...
I was fading away from this life that I loved where I loved so easily.
I was filling up with anger.. Tears began to swell in my eyes..
They were hot trickling tears falling from my eyes..
My vision came back to a slightly cloudy day. It was windy.
My leg & thigh were stinging but the feeling eased away.
The blood dissappeared from my hands..
My bullet wounds sealed up but not completely..
Something told me to get up..
My body felt cold but I stood up..
My soakened shirt began to appear clean & spotless..
I was gasping for air when I looked down and saw my heart gone..
I was heartless and a smile lingered across my face...
You were a familiar face.. You standing there holding a gun made my memory come back.
You shot me.
My anger build up.. The tears began to feel like cold droplets down my face..
My heart somewhat appeared back into my chest. It was blue and purple..& A Coldish Gray..
It didn't pump. No beat. No blood...
You brought the Cold back into my heart from where it used to be warm.
I was officially coldhearted..
I stared at you hard and long for a minute..
I regain my composure..
I walked away from the crime scene of being a victim of you killing what was left of my love..
I walked away Leaving you as my past & Re-entered a life of a Cold Hearted Dame...

Jan. 17th. 2008.
Chaneke A. Cunningham

Im Scared. ©

Dro taking my troubles away..
Peach vodka drowning my tears..
Staying indoors b/c nothing outside appealing..
Writing til my fingers catch that sting..
Im always dreaming in a fantasy..
b/c in reality..theres no KiNG to my QUEEN..
Ive lived my life being shallow to niggas.
Am i only attracted to Lame niggas?
I have alot on my plate to offer.
Im young & got alot to see
But im greatly monogamous.
Im stubborn & have moodswangs.
Thats all apart of my flaws..
Ive put away my reasons to not love..
I try not to blame the next nigga
for the last's mistakes but it
gets harder and difficult not too
after the niggas act & do the same as the last.
In that time and over the years..
Ive learned to coldened my heart..
Disconnect my feelings..
Listen to instrumentals & just write..
Sit back and Let someone find me..
Let Love find me, then when It feels like
it has, I turn away.
I try my best not to befriend vulnerability
but it always seem to haunt me down.
I have the most supportest friends i can think of
& still feel alone.
I have the most male friends trying to wife me
& still feel lonely.
What am i looking for?
I fell at heartless steps & pursued a paper chase..
but still feeling incomplete.
Ive done let my guard down too many times to count..
Im not afraid to give my all, just that fear of giving
my all & being taken for granted is what scares me the most..
& it all concludes down to & I Admit..
Im Lonely & Im Scared..

Chaneke A. Cunningham.

Revive Me (Poetry).©

Take away my heart you take away my passion.
Take away my dedication you take away my art.
Take away the pen you take away my oxygen.
Take away the paper you take away my ability to see.
Take away the knowledge you take away the gift.
Take away the struggle you take away my blood.
Erase the pencil...
White out the pen...
You take away my life. . .

Eat. Sleep. Breathe. Bleed Poetry. . .
If im fighting for my life pour poetry in the IV.
If im fighting for my life send poetry in the ventalators.
Revive me. . . . . . .

The only formation of art and beauty that I can express myself.
Pour out my emotions. Make the pen cry. Leave the paper in tears...

Chaneke A. Cunningham.
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(Ecstacy'S Door)

Look in my eyes
My heart's beating fast
Can't catch my breath
I'm exploding within
Deep panting moans
And passionate sighs
You between my legs
Caressing my thighs
Round and round
Your tongue starts to spin
Clenching the sheets
Bed's soaking wet
Pumping and pumping
Hitting my G spot
Getting real wet
Your as hard as a rock
Nothing but pleasure
Standing at ecstacy's door
Begging and pleading
Always wanting more

(A Woman Scorned)

Who the hell do you think you are?
Some type of Hollywood super star.
Thinking everyone must bow down to you.
Well, baby I am not the one.
You tried me for some weak little punk.
I can't forget the stuff you did.
And looking at you makes me sick.
I was the one who cared for you.
Now look at how your treating me.
Like some stranger on the street.
Hey darling I got a gift for you.
I hope you like wearing burnt up shoes.
Oh,look the T.V.'s got gun shot wounds.
So,sorry that you matress ripped.
And that someone cracked your windsield and shit.
How ironic all your tires are flat.
I wonder who you stabbed in the back.
Maybe next time you'll think before you act.
Cause a lady that's scorned loves payback.

(Love Lost)

Lonely heart with broken dreams
Happily ever after we were supposed to be
Selfish desire some how unlocked
Baby on the way sadness can't be stopped
Locked in a nightmare wanting to wake up
Feeling as if all love is lost
What is the truth certainly not what you say
Nothing but trust fading away
Looking in your eyes wanting to die
Still loving you despite all the lies

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