Poetry

The following are poems that I have written in the past. I find that writing poetry is one of the easiest ways to express myself, particularly when I am under the weather. Often times, I can write a long poem within five minutes, without even thinking of the coincidental rhyme scheme. I am a Cancer. It has been said that members of this zodiac are very imaginative and poetic. It's comforting to know that I am not the only one...

21 Aug 2013 - Liquid Bliss

All I want to do is dance my problems away,

Get lost in the music, fly away

And land in a place where we all have our eyes closed

And no one is supposed

To know anything about our true lives, or ourselves.

Just meet and be free,

Smile gleefully.

Laugh at the bliss.

Share a guilt-free kiss.

Where dreams come true,

At a simple thought or a wish.

Alcohol on my mind, taking me to higher heights.

I rise away and

Fly toward the light in the sky.

No longer in my own body, no accountability,

Just feeling free, don’t take this feeling from me.

Hips sway on the dance floor, trusting the beat

And whatever’s in my glass, sweet Bailey’s,

And fruity candy drinks

Mix it all and pour it over ice for me!

I’m in no way a pro.

Still new to this world of sipping and letting go.

Alcoholic? No! Addicted to the afterglow.

I can’t hold back, I want to get lost.

But if I’m swallowed in this dark hole,

Find me. Just find me.

I’m falling. Hide and seek.

As I drink…



01 Feb 2011 - Purge...
It’s been a while since I’ve expressed myself
I don’t remember the last time I’ve purged.
All I can say is the world is wild
If you don’t think so…you’ll learn.

You think you know yourself…in fact
You have no idea at all.
Or maybe you’ve grasped that all along
You’re the pinnacle of what’s gone wrong.

“I see this, I study, I know this is me”
You say to yourself in your lonesome.
But here is your test…the deal…the biz
And you feel like you’ve failed your own love.

I am here…and that love is vain!
That love is void…it’s stale and stained!
No matter the repeated signs in my actions
The voices grow louder, world full of distraction.

You are not me, nor am I you
You’re my empty shell, box of air…blank stare.
I put no energy in you, for that’s what clones do
I turn my back, the irony in what I wear.

These words are for me, you may not comprehend
My life’s experience…knowledge of a better trend.
But I see the path, though it is unlit
I don’t see a treasure yet, but shall I not dig?

Decisions, mistakes, and dirty little secrets…
Please hold her back, and tame her past.
Help these young women to hug their bodies!
Give my beautiful women power…Shabazz?

Oh lady. Sweet lady. Your hair is untied.
Your bra ________, legs ______   ______.
Really…look at that face.
Tell me you know why you chose this place.

Open your jacket.
Do you feel disgraced?
Every step you take…
The walk of shame?

Enough is enough, do yell, do scream!
But will you not stop until you witness the extreme?
No, you don’t hear the whispers, you still receive hugs.
But deep in your spirit, you know what’s been done.

Took advantage of your beauty…
Committed ultimate crimes…
But tell me, at night
Are your eyes dry?

You are trained to worry not in public.
Keep your face gorgeous, your stance confident.
Maintain a look of innocence, a heartful girly smile…
That sparkle in your eye, with charm and content.

Dear Reader: throw no pity, extend no curiosity.
She who murders will reap the sewn.
Killing him, herself, and the issue at hand.
Her phoenix state shall remain unknown.

To those who read, I speak for her
I see her tears run dark lines.
I see her light shining dim
And I see her friends sternly pass by…

What are real friends in this world of shun?
Encouragement of a worldly lust.
Inspirers of a second God’s rule
And guarded faces of a careless truth.

Sickness bites in many forms
Preying on the minds of strong ideas
Wiping us out one by one
By targeting our creative tiers.

See, what you had was not just an idea
It’s a beginning of a mark of the brave.
Who shall lead the survivors if stranded?
The babies are growing…they’ll find a way.

It’s been a while since I’ve expressed myself
I don’t remember the last time I’ve purged.
All I can say is the world is wild
If you don’t think so… you’ll learn.





02 Jan 2011 - Sudden Burst of Inspiration
And so, he said to me...asking "What do you like?"
I told him, in my spare time, that I like to write.
But then, I realized I haven't written in months!
Like my hand and wrist matured, and stopped acting up.

I think he knows what I feel.
I see he likes what I say.
Sometimes I feel like this connection
Is just my dream for today.

As I write this, my fingers stop,
My pen comes to a halt.
The ink dries, the paper's cold
I can't think anymore!

My phone beeps...notification!
A text message from him.
My hand drops my stillborn pen
And dives for the Verizon.

I can't believe what I'm seeing.
Hold up, am I still writing?!
It's been MONTHS since I've been inspired
To think my thoughts in rhymed silence.

Everytime............my juices flow in my brain.
Each moment........I think of a new thing to say.
One minute..........to two, my paper's on the back side!
I can't help it, my hand's alive, dropping words on each line.

Here we go, moment of writer's block...
I'm waiting for a new text.
Look at the clock,
Don't see a message from my boo yet :-(

O.M.G....I just called him my boo!
Disbelief, shock, irony, fairy tales...or the truth?
A figment of my imagination...that has to be the situation!
INSPIRATION at it's best...I hope he's not intimidated...





07 Mar 2010 - I Am...A-L-ON-E
I am so A...L...O...N...E
Not to ever get confused with the word LONELY.

Take away the A, and add an L, Y
The A is for me, so lonely I'll never be.

L, Y -- Last year's mess don't apply to this week
Pull my shade's down 'cause the darkness so sweet.

Dark tan, dark shades, dark black on.
I'm layin' it down like I'm gettin my nap on.

Step out the house, with the heels on high
I look at the roomie while I'm sayin' "bye-bye".

Don't need you, I don't need a man eitherrrrr....
Don't got time for the games and the reeferrrr...

Got alotta money, but I keep it in the bank!
Females hatin' 'cause they think I act stank.

Nah, honey I'm over here mindin' my business
Lookin at you wondering what the bizz is.

Nah, not you, I'm peekin' at ya man
He hold you with his right and wave with his left hand!

These lil boys stay crackin me up...
I ain't in school just to learn how to f***

Got a plan for a suit and the power, like a queen
Somethin' like Latifah, or like the Queen B.

I want the money and the cars and the mortgage and the home
Until I get it all, I wanna be left...

*ALONE*





29 Nov 2009 - What's New? (The Exhale of a Woman)This is dedicated to any female who is going through some kind of B.S. with a man...

This is dedicated to any male who jumps to conclusions before a woman even TELLS you what she's looking for...or not looking for...

**And this is how it began**And I can't figure out why I can't write...
Let my soul bleed...
Let it out, let it fight...Damn!!

It kills me, got me frustrated, heated....grrr!!!
I just wanna rip this paper up...F***!!

**And this is what I ended up with**I hate boys, I hate men!!
And when I give a n!gga my honesty...
My true feelings within...

Some of these males are full of it...can't take a "hint hint"
Can't be real & upfront when I tell YOU what it IS...
when I say to you that I'm thinkin this...

Obviously your @ss can't think because...
To get on my level that's what your @ss will need!!

F*ckin...[[ light bright / dark chocolate ]] @ss, clean cut, tall motha f*****...
Damn you so fine!! But THIS mamii don't love ya...
Sh!tttt.

I'm just like you...not tryna get into no damn...
Lovey-dovey @ss, 1 + 1 = 2...
Committed, "where you at boo?"
type of relationship!!

I'm just tryna get to KNOW YA...
And yea I might hold ya...
For a second or two...
But don't get it twisted...
I get numbers like everyday...who??

Yea me, little innocent Miss Mystery!!

But honestly, I did wanna get ya...
I really gave you a shot.
But oh well...
You just another n!gga from around the block...

WHAT'S NEW??





 18 Oct 2009 - Untitled (Spur of the Moment)

Basically, I write from my heart, here I'm handing you my soul...
I can't think of how to say it, so right here I'll just flow...

I think I love him...nah, wait, I guess I'm lying to myself...
How could I love a _____ _____ who don't care about himself?

Or who don't care about me...to the extent that I need?
All he wants to do is just blow up on the weed...
I"m so done, I'm so through...
I can't let it out right..
It's almost midnight, and I'm actually up trying to write...

...about my feelings and how I think...
Man this pen is out of ink...
Switch it up, do it better...

Another pen, another fellah!!

-DONE-