A Poet's In the Corner: Poking My Head In

When one door closes, another always opens...right?

What if you are standing in the dark, waiting for that open door? What do you do?
Do you wait for someone to light the candle?
Do you hope that the fire in you does not become extinguished?
Do you hope the fire in you lights your way?

Does God come save you? Because he never left.
I know this. Am always convinced of this.
But my breath has become bated, waiting for a future that might never come for me.
Am I worried about what my future looks like.
Convinced of what my future looks like.
And that's why it feels like its being blocked by skyscrapers, because I am looking for the wrong thing in the wrong place.

Smiling faces. Beautiful places. Mundane spaces for unfulfilled life forces. Of courses and divorces.
What forced us to become this way?

Will I ever be happy?
Will happiness find me?
Has it lost my address?
Have I become obsessed with excess.
Because I'm still too blessed to be this stressed.

Love and success.
I'm a mess.

Can I just have a minute.
Wait a minute.
This dark hallway...I'm still in it.

Reflections

Originally, I opened this blog to write about my natural hair journey, and that is all I wrote about. Naturally though, this blog evolved into a place where I could share absolutely everything I loved, everything I hated, and my truly honest feelings. As time passed on, I've amassed over 170 blog entries about my life. If I were to die today, this would be my legacy. I hope if anything, I continue to be honest, candid, spiritual, and all the other things that make myself me.

Me, My Lover

If I could unravel in love the light I feel in this old age

I would have a scroll of parchment that could span the Earth

If confidence could cause volcanic explosions

Then the rapture would be coming

It's nice to meet you

Nice to finally see you

Nice to be you

Seek my reverie

Reverie in the understanding of the better me

I'm fabulous, you're authentic

It's fantastic and I know you meant it

You unbenched the fashion whores

Gems galore and MAC makeup stores

I am fashion, I am historically sound

I am unbound to your opinions

And I've never felt more free.

I said it first.

Always succumb to your own greatness.

Thought Tree

Crumbs

Dumb

Young

Fun

Won

None

Troubles

Bubble

Stubble

Grumble

Cuddle

Lover

Friend

Amends

Tear

Separate

Bond

Become

One

Separate

Youth

Truth

Stupid

Dumb

Great

Greatness

Goodness

Gracious

WTF

How Come?

How Stupid?

How Great was?

How Grand?

Comprehend

Live

Die

Decide

Give

Succumb

Love

F*ck

Feel

Real

Appeal

Dazed

Confused

Amused

Abused

Used

Choose

To Be

Free.

A Poet's in the Corner: Intermission

In the spirit of renewal
I am drawn to your inner beast like a moth to a flame
Lit for my discovery
The reverie in me spoke so deeply that I took leaps

Leaps and bounds, salacious sounds, and mounds

Pleasure is heavy
But this reservation is just for two

Me and you in a unlit room for a rendezvous

No words, just listen
Don't speak as sweet as she sang it
I'm not the doppelgänger that was planted
So let's slip away and slip into danger

Into satin robes and sheets the color of dried blood
Let's run until we touch the sun

Touch hands, romance, and dance
Until we slip back into a world filled with demands
Continue to save that last dance, for me.

I took this semester off.

Yes, I feel guilty.
Yes, I'm working on understanding why.
And yes, I'm not perfect,
But I'm working on acceptance.