Liberty of Expression Is Here

Why I am here in Poetrysoup? I like a seed carelessly thrown upon dirty solid black, brown rocks, I strive, thrived to grow despite big rough blocks.. words... phrases... sentences... They are screaming to be released or climbing to burst in climax seize or if not drifting upon crinkled seas but how can I? When will I? If within minute by minute salty prints roll down my cheeks caused by bitter-lava of emotions. Heart is in state of stroke: my mouth now mute my lips lethargic to speak yet my fingers found the head of a captain: wandering, wandering 'til a shoreline glistens in the name of hope Pressed. Pushed, I puddle anew the currents, nothing but my desire to share; to live, to be happy, to be healed, to pour safely fears, frustrations; trials, dreams that I always pray. Stabbed from behind, bang and troubled by shark sharp words, the powerhouse I built slowly, slowly fell to short. Curiosity ignited my interest, I attempt to pass a five stanza rhyme verse eyes shut, ears closed to comments. Not long, sleeping poems from my head popped, they escaped teasing and tickling, unafraid, I bite every challenge swimming, soaking, diving deep. Seven months until I taste glory excitement crawl and peak nervous yet I... I clamor to learn, I clamor to move on, I clamor to sing, I clamor to run, I clamor to fly, I clamor to soar from the bluest ocean to darkest clouds, from lair of lilacs to fruitless air, from reality to ecstatic speech of fantasy with pinching memories of past rejections, lost love I hide behind the mask of metaphors I tease torrid with personification, I sassy seduce using alliteration I heighten arousal with my pose, my muse I recite in my own right the rhymes of my soul Ring! Ring! Ring allow my poetry be the bells clanging blues echoing hues containing feelings. Permit the tinkles permeate, impregnate your thoughts. Freedom of expression, this you and I yearn. Here in Poetrysoup liberty, I did earn! Supporters, friends, challengers, lover I gained yet these I never ask. I never expect. They landed softly to my open palms, I accepted. I treasure them. Finally, my congested suffering heart today, beats systematically: gratitude, I can only inhale smile, I can only show prayers, I can only blow... I know, respect, peace and order we all want. Your verses and so is mine will be of powder rust, dust but am humbled to be connected. Pages I will leave here are my immortalized sentiments, I do believe not all may agree because... Each one is unique Each one has a style ________________________________________________________ 8:21 pm, December 26, 2015