Month: September 2012

INSERT FROM (SHADES OF GREY)

SHE WILL NEVER WANT YOU

THE WAY YOU WANT HER TO

AND YOU WILL BE BROKEN

ONCE

AGAIN

BE

CAUSE

SHE

IS

TAINTED

TAINTED BY THE PAST

AND EVEN LOVE DONT LAST

FOOL OF ME!

 

 

AND NOW…

I WAIT

AND WAIT

I WAIT PATIENTLY

FOR YOUR SHADES OF GREY

 

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RANDOM THOUGHTS, IDEAS AND A FEW BLOGS I FOLLOW…

I ask myself the question, am I a blogger or a writer? The answer is simple, I am a diehard writer, It’s in my blood to write. I know without doubt that the universe has writing on my to do list. The dilemma is I don’t have time with school, work, my book “Lost Girls” I am typing up and down time, it gets real hard to post every day. I follow many, but never have time to read them all. There are so many blogs I like and I feel god awful bad when I can’t read all of the content in the blogs I follow. I apologize in advance but on my down time just know I am engulfed in this world of blogging. There are so many great stories and poems till I am overwhelmed with emotion from the realness of it all.  

I’m not real sure which one of these women I follow gave me the bright idea to post date my writings, but I like them both, http://yomicfit.wordpress.com/, http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com/ .  Under the publish button where it says publish immediately, you have the option to change the date to whenever you would like it to publish. I think that is awsome and it keeps your blog alive, I have post dated until October 9th, what a brilliant tool.  Another one of my favorite faithful bloggers  http://sagedoyle.wordpress.com/ who has a very strange but interesting character I follow named Wall Grimm,  pointed out there are some really good poems lost in the archives.

Here are a few small tips to keep your blog or writings alive, incorporate pieces from the lost files and keep the people who follow happy.

You can turn pieces of your poetry into haikus’s and also sometimes I want to get right to the meat and potatoes of a story or poem line.  I have incorporated inserts with some good parts of my epigrams or poetry so the reader can get a feel for the poem line. They can always go back and find it if they like the insert, although the insert alone will stand alone and turns into something a little differnt than the actual poem. That is always a good thing, to take a piece of something and turn it into something completley different.

 I love to write and I get so excited to share with you all but I need to give the reader time to absorb the words. As a reader it gets hard to read it all , especially when there are so many post in a day. I may sit at my computer once a week and read the blogs I follow, in a week there are already numerous post.  I am unable to catch up on them all, I’m sure I am not alone in feeling this way. What you all write is important to me so please keep the reader in mind. I think I might start posting every three days after these post I have post dated.

So I ask myself, who am I writing or blogging for, me or the followers? Well, a little of both, but I would like for the readers to absorb my post before I post again. I am learning that is how all my good writings got lost, in all my numerous post,,,,I am going to slow down before I get a ticket (: 

Oh, and if you get a chance check out http://stuffisaid.wordpress.com/ very poetic and abstract writing with meaning, real life social issues and sublims (:

DANGER (POETRY INSERT)

His eyes weighed heavy on me like 500 hundred pound dumb bells

Hoping he couldn’t read into all my body language and what it could tell

Cause I was moved by his smooth

But was playing it cool

And was trying to keep to this first time rule

I really needed him to move from my side ways view

I was afraid he could see

The fear that lied in me

And smell the lust that rivaled in my mind

And made musical notes in a pattern down my spin

And he was poetry to my soul

From the top of my head to my pinky toe

I swear I felt him land

Dangling like candy above the palm of my hand

Because when I looked at him I saw nothing but man

And boy was I trying hard not to look

LOST GIRLS (INSERT FROM EPIGRAM)

http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/lost-girls-poetry#play

I kept getting these visions over and over again

She’s probably high, real hard to defend

It was during my worst days that I prayed

I was walking through life’s crazy maze

and in an alley way there my friend laid

This was bad news

I was lost and completely confused

And was living in a world of self-centered fools!

I’ve been asking God to send me a sign

Leave this place, right now’s the time

This is where I’m at

This moment is mine

Should I stay?

Or should I go?

Please someone help me ‘cause I don’t know!

All I know is where I’ve been, near death experiences and 100% sin

I’ll never forget how I let this disease win

When I think of the fire I’ve survived

I often wonder why I’m still alive

God has this major plan and I’m so excited cause I haven’t ran

My friend got killed by some crazy man

But I believe she was part of Gods perfect plan

Some have to die for others to live

And for that reason I promise to give all of me to recovery

I have one chance to make this right

And for that reason I promise to always walk in Gods eye sight

Wanna walk in my shoes?

I don’t think so

These are places no one should ever go

 

 

CONNECTED (KINDA EROTIC POETRY)

I AM CONNECTED TO YOU

SUBJECTED TO YOU

PROTECTED BY  YOU

I’M REFLECTING ON YOU

BLOOD LINKED TO YOU

CAPTIVE TO YOU

INFATUATED BY  YOU

SATURATED BY YOU

MELTED INTO YOU

CONFUSED BY YOU

BAHOOVED BY YOU

A PLATOON FOR YOU

A DARK MOON FOR YOU

I GROOM FOR YOU

AT HIGH NOON ME AND YOU

TRUE TO YOU

BLUE WHEN I’M NOT WITH YOU

MY BODY ACHES FOR YOU

MY NIBBLES PERTRUDE FOR YOU

I BACK THIS THING UP FOR YOU

SWRIL ON THAT THANG FOR YOU

TASTE EVERY INCH OF YOU

OPEN WIDE FOR YOU

DEFY THAT OCEANS TIDE FOR YOU

CRY FOR YOU

GET NAKED FOR YOU

MOAN REAL NASTY FOR YOU

TEARS DROPPING ON YOUR CHEST

WHILE I’M RIDING YOU

PENETRATE ME SO I CAN SCREAM FOR YOU

PLEASURE MYSELF WHILE I DO YOU

CAN’T SAY GOODBYE TO YOU

MY SOUL BLEEDS FOR YOU

MY BODY HAS A NEED FOR YOU

WANNA PLANT A SEED FOR YOU

GIVE ME A BABY SO IT CAN BE

ME

OUR CHILD

AND YOU

I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU

DANCE FOR YOU

STARE IN YOUR EYES

LOOKING INTO YOU

THINKING OF YOU

ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT YOU

MEDITATEING ON YOU

I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU

FOREVER CONNECTED TO YOU

REMEMBERING,,, (POETRY W/AUDIO) REPOST

http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/remembering#share

As I sat on the edge of my bed praying for redemption

I felt the knot in my gut spring up in my soul

My body went cold and the memories took control

And I asked God for forgiveness because only he knew what I did

And the people who did it…

I got rid of that thing because I knew it was his

And I hated him

The thing was a monster

I wanted it gone

I wanted it dead

But still so much a part of me

I did not want the world to see

What this man planted in me

I laid still frozen on my back

While I heard the chants from the windows

From murmurs priest and Catholic’s

Screaming

MURDERER!

As one single tear drop fell from my eye

And collided pass my ear and slid down my neck

And froze itself right their

Tickling my neck   

But this was not funny

And I dare not even crack a smile

I laid frozen on my back as the chants got louder

I refuse to cry because that would have been an admission of

Of…

Of…

Of something I dare not admit with this tongue

The thing was a monster

I wanted it gone

I wanted it dead

But still so much a part of me

This thing that lived inside of me

Was haunting me

And I heard him whisper

You are beautiful, as he brushed my hair to the side

Every night at 3 o clock in the morning

And I was mourning for my innocents

That I lost a long time ago

Now I live with this thing

This thing

This monstrous thing!

 

I just knew I’d be free…

As I laid there flat on my back

Spread eagle

Waiting for this thing to exit my womb

I wanted to bury it,,,

Tie a chain to it

And throw it in the sea

OF THE FORGOTTEN

AND THE FORGIVEN

So it can never again resurface

I was praying to have not

One

Single

Memory

Of this event

But here

I lay

20 Years Later

Still

Flat on my back

REMEMBERING…