BROKEN FAST!

I missed about a week, due to a combination of vacation, work, family stuff etc. But I like what I produced, and I will continue to post my poetry here.

Main things I learned:

• I write better out of my house. Thus, I shall make more trips to the library, coffeehouses, and weather permitting- the park. I'm in the library as I type.
• I LOVE haiku. I used to think of them as poetic cop outs, but now I find it absolutely awesome that I can express full thoughts, feelings, etc in 17 syllables. How dope is that?
• Writing is my passion, and I NEED to make it more of a priority. I make time to go out on the weekends, to shop, and all the other things I want to do, and I act like writing will just be there. Then I sit down and forget that great idea. That needs to change.
  
• It's not too late to make writing a career. I received an email about people who were late bloomer yet very successful in their lives, and I was encouraged.

So thought my fast is broken, my spirit is renewed, and that was the point of the whole thing anyhow.

Day 17

Haiku (again)

I Miss You

Since you left I fiend
Like dope mama's withdrawing
Return with your love. . .

Day 16...

Between my flight, and other things. I was so exhausted that I forgot to post. So here's my piece. . .

PurpleMaryBlackstar (work in progress)
I'm writing about the feeling. . .
When I first heard Mos Def and Talib Kweli
It was like being injected with Purple Rain for the first time.
When I first heard Mary J's pain, I was turned into her, and she was me.
I sang along not knowing what it mean, I was young in age, but old in soul.
But with every verse, I was matured and prepared.
"Life can be only what you make it. . ."
Those words echoed in my heart, haunted me, and still visits me to this day.

15....

Today was that day
Where if it could go wrong, it did.
Ah, but such is life.
And more than every, I'm ready for the greens and blues of tomorrow. The lush yellows and oranges of a new day. Even if the sky reflects the brilliance in a stubborn shade of gray.
Hello new day.

Day 14...The Questions.

Do souls really intertwine?
Do they kiss into fate?
And transfer wisdoms of past lives?
Or is that all talk?

Day 13. . .

Shivers, shakes and chills
You know how good you make me feel
I'll soon see you my love.

Day 12. . .

Ebony god and other cliches
Heaven sent but sin made
Eyes that convince, hands that ease
A smile that comforts, and words that assure.
I fell for him once, but never more.

Day 11

COMMITTED TO MEMORY

SOUNDS OF SILENCE
RECALL VIOLENCE
MEMORIES OF TRAGEDIES
RECOLLECTION OF FALLACY
THE QUIET BRINGS IT BACK
THE QUIET REMINDS US
THE QUIET SHINES THE LIGHT ON THE FORGOTTEN
WE TRY TO BURY IT DEEPLY
BUT IT COMES BACK WHEN WE'RE SLEEPING
OUR PARTNERS HEAR OUR WEEPING
AND BELIEVE WE'RE ENGAGED IN NIGHTMARES
SO THEY RUB SMALLS OF BACKS GENTLY AND USHER US BACK INTO THE DEEP
NOT KNOWING THAT WE AREN'T CONJURING DEMONS
WE ARE REMEMBERING THEM
THE ONES THAT HAD THE FACES OF FAMILIARITY
FAMILY BUT THAT WAS RELATIVE
THE ONES WHO TOLD US NOT TO TELL
PAID US TO FORGET
THREATENED US WITH WET EYES AND DECLARATIONS OF PROBLEMS
AND PLEADING WITH US FOR UNDERSTANDING
SO WE OBLIGED WITH TEARS IN OUR EYES AND WE GAVE THEM ANOTHER CHANCE
WE INVOLVED OURSELVES IN ACTIVITIES LIKE BIRTHING DRINKING AND SEXING JUST SO WE COULD FORGET
BUT WE NEVER DO
WE BURY, YET STILL CARRY, AND WE PRETEND ITS NOT THERE
BUT IT ALWAYS IS........ITS EMBEDDED LIKE TATTOOS ON THICK SKINS
WHO DO WE KID? NO ONE. IT NEVER LEAVES.





Sidenote: This is getting harder. But art is pleasure and work.

Day 10. . .Haiku Kick Continues

Screaming tears, angry words
Bring sweet apologetic love
It's the making up. . .

Day 9. . .more haiku

Suns on yolky days
Lemon, saffron,other shades
Yellow's how I feel.

Day 8...posted from blackberry

Milky moon set to evaporate
Its getting early but getting late.
I'm patient but restless
This is too much.
From Ms. Stressed

Day 7

something I've been working on. . .

SUMMER..

In a perfect world it would be summer . . . without hesitation you’d be my lover.
We’d stop time when we didn’t want to be apart. Without hesitation we could read hearts
But a perfect world does not exist and for that I am truly pissed.

Day 6. . .

Untitled.
That feeling. . .
The time we spend.
The breathless moments spent breathing your air.
The lifeless minutes when you're gone.
I don't know what's worse
Waiting on you to show, or watching you go

April 5, 2009 Poem #5

4/5 Work in Progress.

The words are flowing. . .
I'm scared to hear. . .
But will die of curiousity.
Begging you to stop, but urging you to go on. . .
I need to know.

Bonus Haiku: Ocean

He calls me Ocean
So fluid with my motion
Vast love never ends

Poem #4

Feeling like it's close
Like it's enough
But then I'm empty again
Thinking I'm on the brink of losing my sanity
Wondering where all this extra need is coming from
When the self sufficient woman turned into the lovey dovey type. . .
When the independent woman became dependent on your love. . .
Just when I think I can be loved no more, that this love is becoming an addiction
That I am on the verge of losing it. . .
I get confirmation in your eyes, your smile, your words, your touch. . .
That I could never overdose.

April 3, 2009 Poem #3

This one will be a haiku, short but sweet. I'm creating this man as a character in a story. Potentially.

Calvin

The strong type but hushed. . .
Mississippi mud skin tone
Southern born and bred

April 2, 2009 Poem #2

I am birthing this poem.
Conceived in love and deliberation
Premeditation played its part.
As I contract with the pen
I anticipate the labor pains
Emancipate words from my reins. . .
Poetic birthday and liberation all in one day
I want to deliver this poem loudly.
Here it comes screaming into this world.

Poem #1

Untitled 4/1

After the candles burn,
After the night is over
The music stops
The night comes in, the day begins. . .
Will you be there?

Daily diatribe: If you don't want to hear the truth, stop making your lies so relevant. When someone tries to stop you from making mistakes, stop being so defensive. Listen to the opinions of those who aren't as disillusioned as you are. Be open-minded and aware of the motives of others.

I'm Back. . .

I haven't blessed my blog in a slow forever, and now is a great time to return.

In honor of April being National Poetry Month, I am following in the footsteps of another lovely poet and embarking on a poetic fast. In my version, I am making the commitment to create at least one piece of poetry each day this month. Stay tuned. . .