Hello all–
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Happy Holidays!!
Read me
I hate having to be the peacemaker
You are a sliver of cornbread on a Sunday afternoon
A cup of tea following a long day at work
You are a warm bed calling my name for rest
Well-deserved and comforting
You carry no judgement, only compassion and love
The aroma of you is a scent I want to carry all week
I drink thunder, spit lighteningI am an addict for the moments when I can lock myself in a room and hear the silence and paint masterpieces with my emotions
My words a cradle for unborn dreams and aspirations
I think that I was made to do something like this.
I drink thunder and spit lightening because that is all I am given.
A tumultuous storm; waiting in the distance.
A violence anticipating havoc spread across an orange horizon.
I am filled with might; overflowing with charisma and magnificence and flooding with power.
I have been told that I have become militant.
That is what society wants me to perceive however.
If having a firm head on my shoulders that understands that our plight is my fight then put my on the FBI’s most wanted.
Discouraged from accepting untapped strength, subservient to the future.
I drink thunder and spit lightening for the mere fact that it is too obvious that I can take down anyone who stands in my way. No circumstance is too great.
The best thing I can do is light ’em up.
So I have been posting a few of my poems and I appreciate all who have complimented my work. Poetry has become very essential to me and I want toexplain what it means to me. So here goes!
Poetry is a heartbreak of the best kind
One that you can constantly replay over and over in your head
Feel a stinging pain in your heart so many times that is starts to feel normal
Poetry is a sigh of relief
That first tear that you promised not to shed
The outcries of shame that you vowed to keep secret
That red box filled with old dreams that you have on your dresser which you pass everyday but never have the courtesy to acknowledge
I conceded that I want to be a poet today.
Not for money or notoriety
But for pure admission
Soul cleansing
I feel as if I am not worthy but no poet ever is
So for now, I just call myself a wordsmith and settle with that.
❤️
Savannah
Hello World,
Over the past few months, I have been struggling with creativity and found myself in a deep rut that had no bottom. I felt that it was impossible to climb out of it. It seems as if I have reached that bottom and am start the trek to exit it. I wrote a piece back in August after an argument I had with someone very close to me. I was angry, confused and felt like I was being suffocated. I felt deeply misunderstood and lost my head. This poem is my reminder that there is always a silver lining; light at the end of the tunnel.
So, here it is.
For those days when you don’t feel like waking up and you don’t feel strong enough to weather the storm, hold your head high.
For those days that you don’t feel like waking up and the future is an aftertaste of a once plentiful thought that you could feel on the the tip of your tongue,
A woman with a voice is by definition a strong woman. But the search to find that voice can be remarkably difficult. –Melinda Gates
Greetings,
Poetry is such a wonderful art form and it requires no immense skill, just raw and pure emotion.
As I am striving to be a rainbow in someone else’s cloud (Maya Angelou reference), I decide to post two original pieces of mine. I hope that this in some way inspires other people and if you choose to use this, just give me credit.😊
Here goes:
I have found that the psyche of a nomad is quite resplendent, if you consider it.
In honor of the belated National Poetry Month infused with my love of music, here is a piece I wrote for a poetry contest that I never submitted. Music serves a solace to me and is as comforting as femininity yet as boundlessly robust as masculinity. Music is multipurpose and in it, we share one body. I choose to express music through this voice. Enjoy!
Forbade to indulge in such lustful affairs, I fell desperately in love.
From the jump, when she first brushed my lips ages ago, a hallowed place within echoed with tranquil reveries that would force me to never love another.
The rhythmic sway of her hips when Cloud 19 floats us away from the bus stop,the natural allure of tone informs me that our love can never be replaced by any other.
Playing my heart strings becomes her guilty pleasure laced with seductive docility.
Vexed, trapped by mystique; Newton’s Cradle is our Wicked Game.
When our ways are parted, I can replay the frames of our every rendezvous looped to infinity.
She is my every word, innermost desire and muse. We love hard.
As cryptic as our polygamous avocation, a communal egotism saturates my spirit.
The omnipotence to mend, enlighten and uplift is society’s most considerable covet.
Vociferates throughout Earth’s airways so the entirety of the masses may hears it.
And as god is not love but law, I realize the sinfulness of my selfishness.
She belongs to no one but this galaxy.
In her I found myself. I am music, we are one.
Blessings & Light
🙏🏾
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