100 YEARS

100 years to exist here,
Chasing eternity
Nothing is as it appears
Frightened tears leap from my face
Time is not steady moving at its own pace
The clock at war with fate
It’s a deceptive chase
My cat has 9 lives but fights to stay alive past 8 teen

Or somewhere in between
And I wish
I wished
I wished the whys

We’re all going to die
Why are we tied to this troubled lie called purpose and destiny
100 years left the rest of me
And I wish
And I wished
For my cat to have
100 years

“Art hurts

Art urges voyages

– and it is easier to stay at home.”

“Be careful what you swallow

Chew!”

 

 

You touch me in places

Foreign to lingering lust

Where blood flows heavy

And veins pump deeper than an oceans rush

You take me over mountains

You make waters flow from some of the driest, emptiest of fountains

Hidden in a dream

You gave me babies to love me and called them queens

You sunk me into life

Long before I became your wife

You pumped love into my veins

And quoted scripture to repair my broken brain

What a tedious job picking locks and whispering through rusted chains

With nothing to gain

You

Loved

Me

You

Loved me

To

Life

Reaching between the red cracked clay

Where the rains passed last wet season

And gave beauty meaning and reason

To be anything but dry because wildflowers were alive

And had eyes that saw everything

And nothing

Parched now waiting once more, for the dry, the drought to break

To come alive in the wet of snowflakes

The embrace of a season new

To hear the laughter on the old tin roof

In the long pause

To hear fresh again

The giggle of the trees

Birds playing hide and seek with the breeze

The water’s edge pressing at the front door

To bring on the wildflowers once more

Their dreamy scents

 Sounds

Of colors out beyond eyes reach

Buried between the martyrs of fall

Preserving its innocents until the seasons call

Sit with me awhile

To take it all in

Waiting to be beckoned

To kiss the rain again

The aroma brings a shift in power

As the moon shines on

A Summer of Wildflowers

OTHER DUETS BY SEAN AND ME

https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/05/02/2034/

https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/05/27/2152/

My heart has been suctioned from my chest

Unfortunately

There are very few pieces left

Feeble attempts at trying to mask

This impossible task

I asked God to send me some angles

I need armies of them

And I need them fast

He is not him

And I realize I have victimized myself again

My days seen mundane

And there is a constant storm brewing in my brain

My nerves are scard

And my days seem like centuries behind these tortured bars

Moving from the chatter won’t matter

Because the only one I want is

Him

Please God just give him back

DEATH ROW

13 ‘0 clock was where my watch stopped

Living pass my hour glass

Repeating this mantra

This cannot be it

What happens after the brand new car, fancy job, the friends, published books and the degree I always wanted?

I ain’t happy and my thoughts lately have been…THIS CANNOT BE IT!

DARK PLACES “VS” SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL ( RANDOM THOUGHTS)

8tracks radio | Something Beautiful (38 songs) | free and music playlist

Well bloggers, as some of you know I have some how shifted my writing from my past life of addiction to something very dark. My book Mental Notes http://www.amazon.com/Mental-Notes-ebook/dp/B005VX0WL8/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1353151329&sr=1-1&keywords=MENTAL+NOTES+BY+LATOYA+HARRIS was published last year and was my liberation. My mission was to expose this dirty disease called addiction and I think I did a great job at that. Then I got my heart broken while learning who I really am. What I mean is God was working on me and I interrupted His process and It brought up all sorts of issues from childhood. Things I thought I had buried a long time ago, rejection, abandonment, abuse, fear, fear of what, I don’t know. I got my heart broken this year and thus came this little girl I never realized I utilized so much https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/category/avatar-part-1/ I wrote her into my life and even named her My Avatar.

My first dark poem was “You will stay with me till the very end” https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2012/07/24/you-will-stay-with-me-until-the-very-end/ This was the beginning of my heart break and this poem SCARED THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! I asked myself, self,  WTF IS THIS CRAZY SHIT YOU JUST WROTE, LOL talking to myself as I sometimes do (: So, I have been stuck on the dark side every since and I am desperate to find my way back to Something Beautiful.

This years life lesson has been life changing. I am  still not certain how grateful I am for them  because it was and still is very painful, but boy, oh boy did I get it this time, the lesson. This is my second time having to repeat this lesson, but I finally got it, life is that way.

So bloggers my mission is to write Something Beautiful and I will!

This is a challenge to self, Something Beautiful 

Happy New Year, I wish you all the best of everything and I mean that!

THE BEST OF EVERYTHING, AND SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL

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