It's Like Poetry: Waiting to Exhale...

A response to Virgin Fingertips twelve little words...

Day 9- Quickly jot down four verbs, four adjectives, and four nouns. Write a poem using all 12 words.

sweat, run, act, care

intelligently, lovingly, sassy, sexy

spider, polish, electricity, children

As the sweat dripped down my sloping forehead,

I decided to run to a place where I didn't care anymore.

A place filled with dreams and unfulfilled destinies and sweet, darling fantasies.

I was there.

And you were there, dancing lovingly on clouds full of dark black smoke in a sparkly star-tinged sky.

It was sexy to me.

The air I breathed, it was sexy to me.

And as I grazed my head upon the mountain's bosom, I sighed a sigh of relief because I know no one's listening that I don't want to.

And as my body fills with violent electricity, I polish that darkened sky red.

I make those smoky clouds blue, because that reminds me of you.

Then I remember how it felt when we were children, so carefree, and I remember this place.

So striking against a star-spangled memory.

And I exhale, a breath that comes from the depths of me.

So sassy, and simple, and sweet, just like me.

And when I walked out of there I decided to act more intelligently than before,

So I crawled out the rabbit hole with the grace of a spider.

Random...



Jourdan Dunn ripping the runways...

I just love beautiful women in beautiful clothes.

It makes me feel empowered.

Write Byte: Light Up

I lost the backs of my earrings.
So I had to create a temporary connection that might not have been strong enough,
Last long enough.
To withstand time's many tests.

Build a bridge to get over those troubled waters.
Put a period to the quest.

Dismissing all practical thoughts and aptitudes.
Putting a soothing quality on my dampered mood.

I lie awake at night and think of this,
The way I dismiss, diss, and, place bliss on things that are only temporary.

Quite to the contrary my dear,
It's queer the things we hold dear.

Expect things of the masses that are only half-asses to last.

So I just laugh, love, and try harder.
Be smarter and a bit of a stuff starter.

Educate and illuminate new possibilities,
Like those created by the Almighty.

But until I have new motivation inside of me,
I'm just glad I can wear these earrings.

A Poet's in the Corner: Case of the Next

He kept forcing me to listen to why I need to be different,
Without my consent.
And instead of considering the stupidity of what his words meant,
My soul literally bent.

I kept thinking his love was heaven sent
Part of the plan
I took his words as gold and hung on every one
Because he was my man

And I sit back and think I was a stupid girl
Trapped in a parallel reality

Because when I look into the mirror and analyze what I see
That old reflection, it was never really me

But I keep sojourning for the truth
Hoping I left some things with my youth
But, was it that that old reflection wasn't me,
Or just a spoof?

I was trying to be me for him, but not me for me
Trying to fulfill every man I met's fantasies and not being me complete

And I think it was the relationship with my dad that lead to this path
Because even though I never use him as an excuse, I did the math

When you never feel like you're enough and meet some man,
And he's tells you your beautiful, it sounds so grand

And the relationship you had with that other man, the one who played a part in birth
Never did anything but make you feel like sh*t and never showed your worth

And you can't tell if that "sh*t" was an open cry
For someone to help him retrieve the life he had in the midst of that life's goodbye

So you give him the benefit
You love him, he's gone, that's the end if it

But his legacy is tarnished
Unless you add some garnish

And you hope you never get treated that way again because that's over
To find a man that will lift you up and hold you

Instead your just a girl trapped into a bullsh*t cycle
His name was Explain but his name was still Michael, my father

And you couldn't even find a man with his good qualities
Instead a caricature of what you thought you've seen

And I'm not writing this poem to be mean,
I'm just saying I now realize when I've found a king for this queen.

All Shades of Brown...

I love this!

Gabrielle Union, Sanaa Lathan, & Ciara
c/o Abby's World

Write Byte: Poetry

I'm sick of the game (3x),
Some people play as poets.

Because Langston Hughes and Maya Angelou,
Didn't mimic another poet's attitude.

They had a heap of their own soul.

And they had no other cadence
To fall upon.
Their linguistic anomalies,
Could single-handedly bring all to their their knees.

And whether it was soliloquy or haiku,
Poetry wouldn't be poetry without you.

And you inspire me
Yes, you really do.

Because like Patti said,
"I got a new attitude."

A Poet's in the Corner: Forever Untitled

I think he wanted to fall into me.

But I was scared.
I was hurt.
We were wronged.

Our spirits too short,
And our love so long.

Words said but everything left unspoken.
What a big joke we were to each other.

Each other's court jester.
A pest or a pester.
Each time we died, it was together,
But those things never measured forever.

Obliterated us, into the smallest unspecialized organs,
Past any dissection.

Even with all our affections,
We got so small, neither of us recognized it.

We did our own stunts.
Blew into smithereens of our former selves.

No padding. No protection.
We were destroyed beyond help.

Irrepaired. Irreconcilable differences.

We separated.
Now everything is different.

We were mesmerized.
And now all that was left slowly ceases to exist.