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Writers Block

Blank pages stare back at me 
waiting for my mind to pour 
its' heart out. 

I grab my pen, throw on my 
headphones wait, wait for my 
mind to give my heart words 
that need to be written. 

I make my mark, withdraw my hand, I stare. 

This is all you see _____ 

Months have passed since words have 
been written, my mind is hesitant 
to reveal what my heart tries to 
conceal. 

Music plays in my ears in hopes 
of encouraging my mind to find 
its hidden words. 

I stop, quote Jonson in my head 
an English dramatist & poet... 
"Suns, that set, may rise again 
But if once we lose this light, 
'Tis with us perpetual night. (Volpone) 

Yet my mind still remains empty. 
Perspiration runs down my face, 
my temperature rises, frustration 
runs through my veins. 

I try yet again 

I quote Apollinaire in my head 
a French poet... 
"Les souvenirs sont cors de chasse 
Dont meunt le bruit parmi le vent" 

My anger grows 
My mind weary 
My eyes tire. 

As night falls, & its all over 
my pages still remain empty

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Feel

You knocked away ice, I felt buried within 
I try not to feel the love you lay upon me

But tainted by others, I am unworthy of what you
graciously try to provide.

Your presence gone, this chiseled Cold heart
Comes back to unbreak me. 

You claimed me as 
YOURS.

Let go for I am no more.

Do not unglue me
For the madness lies in the
darkest region of my mind.

Shadows of our past, creep, lingering like 
storm clouds above. 
that storm dampens those once glorious, memories

There is no where to run from all this havoc

For I am torn apart by you,
a spell that I can’t undo 

I feel Love

I feel Hate

I don’t want to feel this anymore

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Crescent Moon

I
                                             am half
                                    of you,
                             forever not
                          really me
                      Although, I 
                  shine on into 
               the night, I am 
              not as bright 
             without you. We 
             are bond together, 
             forever with this 
              black canvas that
                enlightens it with 
                 a mass of flickering 
                    stars. We work 
                        as one. O, I  
                             hate nights
                                  when it’s just 
                                             half of me
                                                     without 
                                                               you

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A Farewell To Lawrence

We suffer in silence yet our hearts bleed out loud 

We hope our hearts, keep our feelings sealed yet our eyes reveal what our heart tried to conceal 

We Fight for Strength 

We Battle for Bravery 

We clutch our hearts and threaten to die for the pain that builds inside 

To say we miss you would be a lie, for that in itself is an understatement 

We feel emptiness creep upon our souls, as winter does an autumn tree 

We are like flowers waiting to bloom, like a light bulb in a dark room 

We stand still in different places waiting..... 

We wait for your sweet kisses to clear away fallen tears 
To hear you call to tattle on your little sister for beating you up. 
Or just to say "I Love you Mom, and I miss you." 
To hear you say "Hey dipstick" (a crazy nickname you gave me). 
To listen to you go on and on just to say "Alex these girls be crazy." 
We watch for your shadow to emerge as you walk about in our shops to chew da fat with Dad, and listen as he gives words of encouragement and wisdom 

You spread your love like birds in flight 

You flashed those pearls and made everything bright 

To countless you touched for many called you family 

But, to us you were our HEART, the missing link to our jig saw puzzle 

Your presence was made, Your absence is surely missed 

SLEEP WELL EL NINO

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Endless

Grace, upon Grace
Forgetting known existence
Surrounding ourselves with what may be
Spheres of lies we fall into
Cast out among those we love
We tend to forget where we came from
We’ve forgotten the love we had at first
Asking ourselves is it our fault.
Pulsating hearts drum to the rhythm of sadden souls.
Hate, jealousy, envy is a spell that is easy to fall under
Crippled by time, torn with regret
Shes not satisfied unless you are broken.

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Lost

Coruscating clouds
wondering but not knowing
a permanent plague

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A War Raging Within

Have I told you lately of a woman with no soul?
Have I made mention of her flaws, her regrets
Do you know of the secrets that she keeps?
Secrets, which question, her mentality
There is a war raging within.

Have I told of a woman who hates her soul?
Of the one who stands within herself, 
secretly wishing she would die.

Have I told you of a woman who smiles so bright? 
That her radiance ignites those around, 
as stars do the black canvas that is stagnant above her withered souls
Haunted she has become by her demons that infiltrate, her veins
Stabbed her eyes are by the constant transgressions she’s made 
Her demons cast out spells that somehow captured those relentless to her soul
Spells that rendered her worthless
Spells, that brought about those who wiped their hands on her pure beauty.
There is a war raging within

Have you heard of a woman who wishes she were dead
No one dared to save her from sinking sands 
Have you taken a chance to see what lies beneath?
Vibrations, shook long ago.
With every inch, she holds on.

Have you heard of a woman who is without Family, though has family
Have I made mentioned of her fears, 
her sorrows, 
her heartaches, 
her beliefs, 
her disbeliefs.

Have I told of a woman who turned her collar to those who dampened her soul
Who made many restless nights an embrace to her damage soul?
Of the one who does not cease with trepidation
Neath the hallos of moonlight she walks alone in her damnation 
There is a war raging within


Have you heard of the elongated beauty that stands out amongst crowds?
Have you seen her ebony skin, which forms the cracks in mirrors telling stories of her transgressions?

Have I told you of a woman whose basketball bottom is center of those who are relentless to her soul? 
Reason for her unworthiness, 
Like cancer her transgressions grow
Her sinful heart fractures. 
There is a war raging within

Have I told you of the woman who reiterated repentance for her sins yet feel that servitude to her demonic self is what will bring her death? 
Have I told you of a woman who doubts her place among those she loves?
Doubts her reason for existence
Doubts the perplexed concept of weathered changes

Have I told you of a woman who holds and holds on though in the end she will never see those that left before her?
Who dreads the empty void if she speaks of what she fights with
Forlorn, in a world, that is relentless to her soul.

Have I made mention of a black beauty, so rare in her own way 
But deep within feels hideous 
Did I mention that this woman is a giver?
Did I mention this woman is more than basketball bottom, more than that sweet smile? 
You so hauntingly try to take advantage of
There is war raging within

Did I mention that this woman       
 IS PERHAPS ME
Just so, it could be you

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Where I Am From

Where I am From 
I am from the old fashion days 
from the yes mams and no sirs, to 
the slips with a dress or skirt 
from dust particles in my nose 
(from cleaning floor boards and ceiling fans) 
I am from the endless bruises to 
the lively parties, 
...that mom threw when we had all As 
the constant bicycle accidents or the sudden 
trips down the stairs 

I'm from my only love sprung from 
my only hate, the endless Shakespearean faze 
From the haters and the preps and 
the don't get beat down to give them a 
beat down. 
 From make my heart rejoice from 
the one that is taunting me and trying 
my best to apply verse 22 of Galatians 

I am from Grandma Odessa's Sugar cookies to 
Moms mouth watering chicken pot pie 
From the burn mark on my tongue from a battery 
to my dads tattoo that he did himself 

Upon the shelf's of my closet lay 
my dress box and senior album, 
overflowing with old pictures from 
house or school 
Many names I remember 
many faces I chose not to, 
reliving some good days at school, and 
reliving the times I wish I could have blown it up 

I am from happy childhoods to learning from 
my mistakes adulthood 
from childhood memories lost to most gained 
and many stored 

The good, The bad, & The now content 
This is where I am from

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High School Secrets and More

I spent my senior year saying I was full 
when all I did was discreetly place food
in the napkin on my lap
A bowl of corn, every other week feed my body
A friend asked me once what my secret was.
I told her it was called..
Golden haven. 
She asked me where, can she get it from.

No one paid attention to the horries that settled
in my memory
Shea asked me to tutor him then tried to grab my 
behind in the hallway.
I lied to my friend and told her a boy liked her 
when he didn’t all because I didn’t want to be 
the only laughing stock of the school
I was given the nickname wenis,
They said it meant girl with a tall weenier .
The lunchroom, hallways, and even the market stores, 
there was no escape from this word.
a boy decided he wanted to show me how to 
become a woman, when I refused, I was called a tease. 
when I cried for hours and spoke of his horrible force
I was called a...                                                    
liar. 
No one knew then how it would affect my worth.
My sister wrote slut on my dresser drawer
after hearing I apparently went to bed with 'some guy'
she burned my poetry, said it was a shame I cared for it more than her
My mother put a knife to my throat, strangled me until I passed out…
when I finally came to… 
she was still beating me...
for something....
I was inflicted with continuous punches to my face, from the one who held me in her womb.
When I bleed from those blows I looked to my sister
for help
She looked at me and said...
Don't get blood on my floor.
From that day I suffer from uncontrollable spams.

I spent my nights embracing the porcelain bowl
Workouts went from two days a week to
twice a day seven days a week
I soon dropped from 175 to 145 and was told I had a models body
But no one paid attention to the one meal every other three days. 
No one stopped to look inside the tin can lunch box and
see three sticks of gum and bottled water 
When the coolness of the water quenched my dry boned stomach 
I somehow felt in control
I felt....alive?

The bottle said:
Do not take more than six tablets in a twenty-four hour period. 
Do not use for more than ten days. 
But I fell in love with that warning label and how the blue and white pills of Tylenol PM 
would make me feel so high that the only escape was infinite sleep.
I was in my familiar city of injured souls and fake smiles 
I was seeking revenge on this body 
Because no one cared, enough to ask if I was ok 
and then stick around for the answer.
My secrets then and now
The thought of dying still holds my day dreams
Hostage.

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Sweetness

How do I rid you 
oh sweet pain, 
this longing confusion,
of soulful tears.

Guarded by pins and needles of a tortured heart
Your words touched me like that of symphonies played long ago.
Bringing life into this once deaden soul.