Pregnant with purpose poetic pause
Writer’s block is not a loss
Tiz diner delay in dinner display
Food for thought will come someday
Until then freewrite little bird
Let loose excite winged word
For your talent is too great
To let a little Lego block in the way
I know I haven't written anything lately. I feel like I have sorta had to cut out poetry in my life for a awhile. Just so I can focus on school, like studying and trying to do my best. Then try to be a nice person to everyone in general. It's difficult. I feel like If i were to ever mess up. In high school that everyone would poke fun at me. I don't like high school very much, I feel like everybody is watching my every move. It's like walking on thin ice you don't want to fall in. I haven't really fit-in with the school yet. I'm still known as unknown but oh well I guess. I just think its to late to make friends since it is my junior year already. I feel bad because I don't know anybody in my class. I hope to graduate. I mean I cried so hard because I didn't pass my ogts and i get other chances to re-take them. It's just If i don't pass them soon I can't graduate. Thanks Ohio. :/ I feel so stressed out about everything...life is sorta unfair but at least I don't have to worry about dying during the night like some countries do.
Your presence is the voice of thos inspiration
My futures life's long road of sensation
Life has bumps of suspension
Urges and the doings our my temptations
Ladies and Gentleman,
Boys and Gals,
I've spent the day meticulously mulling over masterpieces,
and I'm damn near afraid to put another word on paper...
but **** it, I don't need to read another novel, and brag
about the ten thousandth word I've read, because I know
damn well, the only words that matter, are the ones in my head.
So Ladies and Gentleman, hear this voice and remember it well,
it'll drag on forever, whether stretching to heaven, or in my case
hell, I'll still keep writing to have you all remember, to never lay down,
but to keep the beat inside your soul,
because no hard workin' job is honest, if it ain't
keeping your heart and spirit full.
December 18, 2011.
I free write each poem
I place on this page
every word I write
isn't stagged
I don't really think
of what will rhyme
I just write each thing
and fill out
another line
I am one child
of a woman
who was blind
not literally
but emotional
and a man who
was lost in his own life
turned around
and took it out on mine
So tell me I did something wrong
but trust him
and beg to belong
mother I cry out
in a burnt out rage
here I am in another daze
Every word is underneathe
my emotional wall
how it use to stand
but now it's broken
how soon shall it fall?
First day on this site...knowing i made this choice and hopeing its right.
expressing my thoughts and feelings in a poetry way....
Not sure of correct spelling and grammer,
I talk the way i talk and write the way i wright, because poetry is me, just for anyone
anywhere i do it every night.
So many words to say and feelings i cant describe
Its so hard to keep them locked inside.
Locked inside waiting to let it all go...
Im always a happy person...and dont let any other feelings physically show.
I know myself and others may judge...
i just keep in mind not to hold a grudge.
Not sure of specific form for each and every poem
Always love to learn and maybe one day take this gift all the way home :)
THis room is reminescent of a warm cocoon. Like when I was a child and my sister and I
went Sledding. Our Laughter would get lost in the sky, dancing over tree tops getting
tangled up in snow flakes. The Moonlight glowed off our cheeks unaware of the diesel
pumping trucks racing down the highway like Demons. We were protected from the world, like
a real life snowglobe.
Exhuasted and frozen clumps of snow in our mittens, we climbed into my fathers car. Our
feet hung over the chair, we were to tiny to sit up properly in the seat. We Shivered and
the heater, like calming bath water was so still it was like a lullaby. Like an orchastral
sound track we closed our eyes, and to this day we said goodbye.
It's like my brain has been stuck
with the glue of monotony
my will seems to be caught like a sleeve nailed to the wall
A.D.D
SYMPHONIES, that's
what Universities have come to be
Or perhaps that's effect of my coffee
My writing is like my padddle on thoughts
traversing through spiraling currents
of water falling doubts
because I am at a loss without
My muse
I'm like A baby bear
that's LOST
I need something to compare his smile to
or the rapid beating of my Heart
THE LIFE ORGAN
source of my passion
And the glimmer in my brain
Amygdella's pleasure spot
free write #1
an extreme feeling takes over my body when i hear your voice
it befuddles me in a trans
Abrupty it dawns on me that i'm in love
my world begins to spin looking at her unadulterated body
Covered with allegiance
Her beckon signals me to relax and breathe
this fictitous scene is of a motion picture
Free write
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