IT’S NOT HOW FAST YOU GO, JUST KEEP GOING
MMMMWWWWWWAAAAAA (:
POETRY RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT…
IT’S NOT HOW FAST YOU GO, JUST KEEP GOING
MMMMWWWWWWAAAAAA (:
ISOLATED IN A PLACE I NEVER WANTED TO BE
WHILE PEDESTRIANS WALK BY AND LAUGH AT ME
PLAYED THE FOOL, DISRESPECTED THE RULES
CHASTISED BY THE LIES
AND THE ABRUPT GOODBYES
PERFECTION STARES AT ME
TAUNTS ME
PROSECUTES ME
AND SEE’S ME
IN MY ISOLATION
THE ROOT MUST BE STRONG
WHEN THE WIND COMES I WILL BEND
NEVER WILL I BREAK
I AM ONLY AS STRONG AS MY ROOT
I heard the church folks whispering
That’s masstas son
Never in their bed, they raped us on patches of earth and vacant fields instead
Lynching
Disempowerment
Physically
And psychologically enslaved
It was Martin
Harriett Tubman
Rosa Parks
And many more who were brave
They would stand us up
Spin us around
And someone in the crowd would yell
I’ll take four
And the others were useless like confederate coins after the war
I WRITE UNTIL MY FINGERS BLEED
MAKING BABIES TO ADD ON TO THIS POETIC BREED
AND MY GARDEN IS WHERE I PLANT THESE POETIC SEEDS
FOR ALL WHO ROAM MY PASTURES TO MEDITATE AND READ
IT GETS HARD FOR ME TO BREATH
TRYING TO FULFILL THIS PATHETIC NEED
I TAKE REFUGE IN THESE WORDS
I HIDE BEHIND MY POETIC TREE
SO I SCRIBE AND PLANT POETIC SEEDS
I’M ADDICTED TO WORDS
THIS IS MY PATHETIC NEED
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
THE PATH IS NARROW
BUT THE ROAD IS SWEET DON’T FRET
HE WILL CARRY ME
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 (:
HUNGRY SO HUNGRY
FOREST, TREES AND STARS ALIKE
WILDERNESS FREE ME
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
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