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The Beauty Behind My Darkness
The Beauty Behind My Darkness
The Beauty Behind My Darkness
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This poetry collection is a true labor of love. Many of you may not relate to the pieces of each section, but I hope you can look outside of your personal experiences and see the work for what it is... art. I don’t know why, but poetry has become a medium for most readers to relate to or assist in their personal development. I’ll be the first to say I am always deeply flattered when someone says my work is relatable in some way, but that is not the main goal when publishing my work. Sometimes poetry is fun and lighthearted
I want to share my growth, my story, and my talent with the world, and if it helps people along the way, it is a wonderful connection to share. Remember, if my work isn’t relatable to you, it doesn’t mean it is not worthy of respect or can’t be enjoyed. Most of us listen to songs, watch films, and read novels we don’t relate to, but we still love them because they make us feel something. And suppose you exclusively consume any form of art for its relatability. In that case, you are missing out on an entire world of incredible art. So, I just ask you to read my work with a full heart and open mind. I promise you’ll enjoy and respect my labor in each piece. Even if you conclude that my work isn’t for you, I hope you can still feel the passion and love behind my work.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherMichael Tavon
Release dateOct 8, 2023
ISBN9798215827185
The Beauty Behind My Darkness
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Michael Tavon

Michael Tavon (1991) was born St. Petersburg, Florida to Michael & Desiree Patterson. Although Tavon and two sisters grew up in low income-crime driven neighborhoods his parents instilled the importance of goals, education, and the 'will-to-do-good' in their children. As a child he developed a likeness for literature and television. His first book,"Garage Band The Legend of Dookie Harris", was self-published in 2014. Tavon is currently pursuing his Bachelors degree in Creative writing and will be attending the University of Central Florida in 2018.

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    The Beauty Behind My Darkness - Michael Tavon

    Section I

    Where the Sun Doesn’t Shine

    I Thought it Was Real

    I used to dream of the day you would

    Love me the way I loved you.

    I would hope for the day

    The connection became infectious,

    And energies would finally sync

    To flow on the same wavelength.

    Despite exhausting my efforts,

    The chemistry lacked

    A key element to thrive.

    You refused to love me the way

    I loved you and I wish I knew why

    All the warning signs

    Flashed like flare guns.

    But I was convinced

    We were primed

    For something special.

    I would let my imagination run

    Wild like a child on a playground.

    I knew one day,

    You’d come to your senses;

    I had all the time in the world for you

    And I was willing to wait.

    I saw a future between us;

    You saw a dead end before

    Our journey began

    When I snapped back into reality.

    I was a pathetic mess.

    With lost time I would never get back

    Funerals & You

    I shouldn’t have

    To bury the unique

    Parts of myself

    To keep a relationship alive.

    If you’re too insecure

    It will be impossible for me to thrive.

    I must save myself before I transform

    Into someone I can’t recognize.

    My heart is a garden,

    Not a funeral home

    If you don’t support my growth,

    I won’t let you spit venom

    Into the soil of my soul.

    Cutting Ties

    Our tryst has reached the end of its trial.

    No more lies, we’ve lost

    All reason to smile; it’s best to cut ties

    While we still adore the good times.

    No tug-of-war;

    Let me go; we must end.

    An easy heartbreak

    Makes for a softer mend.

    We can’t be friends;

    We’ll fade into strangers,

    Once again.

    It wasn’t you; it wasn’t me.

    It was fate, we’re not meant to be.

    You will find a grander love;

    I won’t hold you back.

    My pretty bird, I set you free.

    Fly…fly…rise high,

    Leave me behind.

    I’m sorry, this is the end

    Of our line.

    Fly far away.

    See what life brings.

    My pretty bird, use those pretty wings.

    Apologies from a Deadbeat Lover

    I’m sorry I hurt you in more ways.

    Ten fingers can count.

    I’m sorry, our love went south.

    It’s my fault, we got lost

    And you had to reroute

    To make it out.

    I’m sorry for the emotional wars.

    My sweetie,

    Let’s sign us a peace treaty.

    Please forgive me.

    I know it was hard to loving me,

    But I’ll make leaving me easy.

    I was a deadbeat lover,

    More childish than Donald Glover.

    You will find another person

    Who will treat you like royalty,

    In the streets and under the covers.

    I’ve said sorry,

    Till the meaning wore off.

    I created the wound

    And tore the bandage off.

    Take my baggage off your shoulders

    So you can have

    The strength to leave.

    It’s finally over.

    You’ve been high off my lies;

    It’s time to go sober.

    This is your closure.

    I’ll leave you be; this is the final part.

    No more empty promises,

    I’ll quit breaking your heart.

    The Wanderer

    The thought of fading from

    This life crossed my mind

    At least a dozen times,

    In a crowded darkness

    of heavy cries.

    I never understood why,

    I couldn’t fathom why.

    Why did I want to die?

    I needed to solve this problem

    But depression doesn’t

    Need a reason to prosper.

    Depression is a wanderer,

    Searching for a new home

    And will settle in any heart

    That feels alone.

    And that’s where I was

    A few inches above rock bottom.

    Depression said, Got him.

    It felt hot as hell in autumn.

    I was ready to end my fate

    Till a voice in my head said,

    Heaven Can Wait

    Please stop, heaven can wait.

    It wasn’t my time to escape,

    It was time to make a change.

    Waterfalls and Rivers

    My resilient heart

    Refused to succumb to the agony.

    I transformed my river of tears

    Into a waterfall of hope.

    No troubled waters

    Formed against me shall drown

    This ravishing soul of mine.

    My Farewell Too

    Some days I feel like I’m chasing a dream

    That has no desire to become a reality.

    It seems like I’m planting seeds

    In concrete where there’s no hope for my garden to grow.

    Grey hairs sprout from my scalp

    When I stress over the factors I can’t control.

    Am I doing anything

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