Putting how I feel each day
on paper, keeps me in
my right mind.

I use my pen and pad
to scream because I’m mad
Or when I’m sad and want to cry.

Watching my inner most thoughts
fill up the computer screen
eases my worries and burdens.

Sharing my feelings in
Spoken Word
allows me to voice
my concerns.

These things keep me
from snapping and slapping
and cursing out all the people
I feel deserve it.

It helps when I want to empty
my pounds of emotional baggage.

And those times when my
titillating thoughts are trying
to take over and I’m horny
and can’t manage.

To say that my check
doesn’t cover all the wants
and needs of my family.

To express my feelings
towards my ex-deadbeat
aka my baby’s daddy.

Poetry relieves all my stress,
everyday worries and
major concerns.

I have to just sit down some place
quiet and let my mind wonder
until I find the right words.

I gotta get it down
on paper
and share it
with the world.

Poetry is the
sweat seeping
from my pores.

Poetry gets me high
when I take a toke
and blow out
the right words.

I love it when people
can see what I see
and feel where
I’m coming from.

Poetry makes me
sprout my wings
and soar,

Until I get to a
much highter level
than I ever was before.

Numb, relaxed, relieved, on a natural high-
The emotions I feel after you have taken me and filled me.
I wish you could be with me at work, at school, in my dreams,
At all times so I can enjoy you and you me in return.

I should have sought after and succumbed to the strong silent type sooner.
But instead I always fell for the flirtatious, talkative, lives of the party.
Guys who were fun in a crowd but these shiny stars lost their luster behind closed doors.
You knew how to quicken my breathing and make my spots tingle
Without my having to show you the way.

Being a man of few words, you never subjected me to promises that you couldn’t keep.
You just gave me your all and I received it gladly.
I am the type of woman that knows what I like and you are definitely my type.
Whatever this is that we have, I hope it lasts a long time.

I enjoy your easy going vibe and I must admit that your silence is so right.

Slowly packing up my belongings
Lazily putting away the days work
The end of my shift has come
Sneak out five minutes early

As if it makes a difference

Drage my purse, backpack, and lunch bag
To the hot, stuffy automobile
Trying to keep my eyes open
Trying to ignore their burning

Driving home between nods

Gaining my composure
So I can walk into the house
Dropping my bags on the floor
Collapsing on top of the covers

Clothes, shoes, and all

I usually save this kind of thing for my blogspot but since I received this lovely award for this blog, this is where it belongs.

This award was given to me by one of my Twitter friends, Catherine Russell (@ganymeder)  who also has a very nice blog that also carries the Ganymeder moniker. I really appreciate this award and the fact that someone is paying attention to my poetry and taking the time to comment.

The rules for One Lovely Blog Award are:

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1.) Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award and his or her blog link.

3.) Remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award.

My 4 choices for the One Lovely Blog Award are

1.Lakisha Johnson a.k.a. @MySoulOnPaper has a great blog by the name of “My Xpressions Through Words” that offers great relationship advice.  I really appreciate the openness with which she shares her life’s experiences.

2.Becca a.k.a. @EpitomeOfSass has a blog called Thoughts and Reflections which is very spiritual and inspirational.  She definitely causes you to think and reflect on your life as a whole.

3.Natasha Guy a.k.a @RzrTonguedPoet has a blog entitled “Another Fly on the Wall” which is a collection of poetry, some music inspired that speaks of love and relationships.  If you’re not the relationship type she makes you want to try just one more time.

4.Bradford Johnson a.k.a @Write2BareSoul is the authorof a series blog called The Kandy Reign Khronicles. Unfortunately he has stopped updating the series but it still remains an excellent read.

Check out these wonderful blogs, I promise you won’t be disappointed.

Even if I don’t articulate my feelings,
my countenance tells it all.

It’s hard for me to pretend
that I agree with your stupidity.

I cannot smile when I feel disrespected
when I’m treated like my thoughts mean nothing.

When I’ve always given you my best
yet I continue to be second guessed.

It is impossible for me to smile
when I really want to knock
you down on the ground.

I refuse to laugh at your not
so humorous jokes about others.

Act like you’re somebody’s mother
and grow up.

Because I cannot pretend
to like the way you take care
of business.

I haven’t had a full night’s
sleep in years.
Since the days
When I would fall
out of the top bunk bed
but continued in my slumber
because my brother
 liked a messy room.

Back when I was working
two jobs
because I wanted everything
I saw, kept me from sleeping
 8 whole hours
I got five at the most.
 And was often quite cranky
when spoken to.

 I have one job now
 but it’s very demanding.
Management and employees
need me to come up
with plans to meet
nearly impossible goals.
I’m not paid enough
to work my mind overtime.

Being a very imaginative writer
makes the inspirational muse
visit me in the middle
of the night.
 I keep a pen and pad
beside my bed
 to catch
those loose thoughts
and wait to put them together
when I’m fully awake.

My baby boy,
no matter how hard he fights,
has inherited my unfortunate issue
of not sleeping when he’s
supposed to.
Thoughts of playmates, toys, and juice
force him awake 2 to 3 times a night.

Busy minds seem to be
the opposite
of sleepy heads.
If thoughts were $100 bills,
I’d be up there with Oprah
pretty soon.

When I open the door and step back
You never notice that I have on red and black
Your favorite colors, a dress that makes my ass look phat.
You just start to whine about your loosing streak on NBA 2K9.
I should have been happy to see you but I really wanted to cry.

Every time I let you in have to tune you out

When I call to ask how your day’s gone so far
Being the type of guy you are,
You start complaining about your job, your car,
Your life in general.
I wish I could have snapped my fingers and become invisible
Because I have never encounter another individual
That finds it impossible to have a good day.
You don’t believe in doing things to make
Your life great

 Because you feel that everything is predestined
Like God is always punishing you instead of giving you blessings.
But I’ve never in my life seen a grown man bitch and cry
Until you came into my life.
I do believe there’s some validity to destiny
But I think It’s my responsibility to make myself happy.

Every time I let you in I have to tune you out

I let you into my life for a reason,
I would like for this to last a lifetime but you’ll be lucky if it lasts a season.
I shouldn’t have to tune out your complaints and insecurities.
Can’t we make meaningful dialogue without me
Having to try so hard to not let you depress me?
Wouldn’t you rather be as happy and go lucky as me?

It’s easy.

Let the winner in and set the whiner free.

At the public library, usually the place to do research and check out books,
but my heart was in search of the one who would make me throw away my black book.
We sat and tried to get acquainted but were hushed a hundred times.
To keep from being put out we left on our own.
I gave you the digits to all my phones,
Even though I really wanted to follow you home.
The electricity I felt when you hugged me turned me on.
If we had been in private you better believe it would have been on.

You walked me to my car and opened the door for me,
It had been many years since I had encountered such chivalry.
As soon as my ass hit my “Wild Cherry” seat, my juices started to flow.
You had already made love to my mind and we still had on our clothes.

From that day on, we talked a lot on the phone and there were public places we would meet.
We didn’t go to our places because I wasn’t ready for you to find out I was a freak.
But when you hugged or kissed I’m sure I seared you with my heat.
I had to wait a while so I could find out how you really felt about me.

After a few months, I finally let my guard down.
The time had come for me to let my hair…okay weave…down.
When your brown skin touched my brown skin,
Like Arie said I couldn’t tell where yours begin or where mine end.

I knew right then that my life would change because you had stamped your name on it.
We were in a chocolate love parade and I didn’t give a damn if it rained on it.
I had finally found my lifelong soul mate
And if I was asleep I never wanted to awake from that dream state.

We went at it another time or two;
I had to make sure the first time wasn’t a fluke.
But each and every day we locked ourselves away,
It was always fun whenever we would play.

I saw the happiness written all over your face,
You didn’t have to say a word, but you did anyway.
You told me how you appreciated my creativity and my smile.
I said, “Boy, you just like my doggie style.”
You laughed and admitted that attribute was high on the list.
But you said you were most happy when we shared a kiss.
You told me you longed for a lifetime of moments like this,
As long as you had your Suzy Q, your life would always be full and rich.
Then when you got on your knees and offered me a ring, shit.
I didn’t even wait until you said it.

I said, “Let’s do it right now.”
“I ain’t got nothing against the court house.”
But you told me to calm down,
So we could set a date.
February 25, my birthday.
Boy, I cannot wait (close eyes).

(Alarm goes off) BAA BAA BAA BAA

What is that sound?
I open my eyes and feel my smile turn around.
I threw my clock out the window and watched my dream fall to the ground.