Who I Am

By |February 20th, 2010|

I write how I write

What can I say?

I speak how I speak

I pray how I pray

 

I am who I am

What could I do?

I am me, I can’t be you

 

Even if I wanted to

I wouldn’t know how

I am who I am

I am me now

 

God, He chose me

Keeper of my own personality

For me He has a purpose

A […]

Art

By |February 17th, 2010|

Art awakens life in many ways, influences many feelings

Inspires many dreams

A depiction of many mental screens

 

Art has many forms, textures, and hues

And illustrates various point of views

 

Art goes beyond the artist’s eyes

In the eye of its beholder is where its interpretation lies

 

It is meant to be admired

And inspiration acquired

 

Art follows no rules, maintains no laws

It […]

Under Construction

By |January 25th, 2010|

I still haven’t found the perfect poem

that’s gonna set it off yet,

The older I get my technique keeps changing

One minute I’m writing about red roses

and how sweet it is

 

Next thing, I’m wishing for rain, going insane,

threatening to slit my wrist

People listen as my poem keeps unfolding,

Listening intently, waiting for my poem to end,

It has to […]

Just Write

By |January 25th, 2010|

Sometimes in life a writer needs to be free,

find that quiet spot

And count; one, two, three;

Breathe and exhale, think, refresh, renew

 

Release all negative energy, revive and redo

Cool down and take the time

Smell the roses, redefine

Look into your inner soul and see who you

really are

 

Listen to the music of your heart

Gaze on that shining star

Hear the […]

The Piece

By |January 20th, 2010|

God, please lay the words on my heart

The things I want to say

That I really can’t in any other way

Than in a piece

 

Now this piece is absolutely about nothing

But it says everything about

All the things I want to say

 

Like who am I?

Who are you?

Are you real?

Whose reality is really true?

 

Who can I trust?

Can I trust […]

Words of a Poetriot

By |January 20th, 2010|

Pa pum, pa pum

My heart it beats

My mind it speaks

 

The twisted sound of aspirations

Float through my veins like intoxicating emotions

Breaking to pieces my crisp devotions

 

Devoted to my secret

No I will not share it

Devoted to my words

Even though they are unheard

 

Falling to my page so naturally

Scrawling, scribbling sentences

Stripping off stress and strain from my body

Breathing new […]

My Style

By |January 20th, 2010|

You paint a picture of a 3-dimentional man

I use sticks for his feet and sticks for his hands

 

You paint in black and white

I use a collage of colors so bright

 

Again you write in dialect

Because that’s your way,

While I write in slang, doing it the way I say

 

You use the Queen’s English

I make up my own […]

The Notebook

By |January 17th, 2010|

Each page blank
Till one day she
took it out of the store
Now, the question is
Did she find it?
Or did it find her?
Seem there relationship was meant to be
She filled its pages with many stories
Each day words are written on these pages
Words of love, words of hate
Words of sadness, words of pain
Words of gladness, words of joy
The […]