poetry

Eradication

You can be beautiful, but make sure to never boast

and if you aren’t, do not vocalize the pain; do not cry, do not post.

If you wish to live a life that will be rejected by those you love most;

recede into yourself. Become shapeless, lifeless. A shell or a ghost.

 

If conformity is a dagger that your heart surrounds and bleeds onto

and eradication means certain death or a life of obscurity you cannot undo,

then remain. Content and in excruciating pain with every breath that comes into you.

There is nothing left. A pseudo life; not nearly enough. But will suffice until death is due.

 

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musings

Expression

Because the universe is so expansive and our minds are so vast, we’ve found a multitude of ways to express the ever changing range of emotions that is every human being.

I’ve found that sometimes writing a long essay to express something doesn’t always work for me, that maybe a short poem or a Haiku is a better way to articulate my feelings. I’ve never been able to sing, but certain musicians have the ability to relay my feelings into song in a way I’d never be able to. And that’s a real tragedy, because I think I’d make an excellent song writer.

But there are people who can pick up a variety of tools to express their feelings. Actors who can also paint. Singers who write poetry ( which is basically song writing depending on the artist). Dancers who double as photographers. And so on and so forth.

My point is, intersections exist and should be celebrated. Not solely in the arts but in every aspect of life. Creatives should be encouraged to draw upon inspiration from any and everything and transfer their response to whichever medium they find most appropriate.

The world is so large and so diverse; why shouldn’t we allow our minds and our work to be just as interesting.

musings, poetry

Control

They say keep your mouth shut

Don’t speak, don’t think

They say they know what’s best

Because they always have

Because they always will.

 

They tell you to look the other way

Because what’s right does not matter

Even if you see it,even though you know it to be true

Because they control what we see

When we see it and how we see it.

Ultimate power;hidden in plain sight.

 

They tell us when to act

When to feel rage, when to feel placidity

Our opinions are formed before we know what to think

Because it is how they secure the upper hand

Because it is how they remain in control

 

As long as our minds belong to them

As long as our words are stolen and distorted;

Our beliefs and values robbed and contorted,

Our mouths remain shut along with our eyes

Along with our ears

They gain from this weakness, profit off of our fears.

 

But

Our minds belong to us;

We speak freely because we can

Our eyes are open, observing.

Our ears are open,listening.

We sit and wait until the time is right.

Patiently waiting,silently hoping.

 

poetry

“Queen”

I know I skipped a Wednesday(sorry). I’m always busy with school so it’s a little hard to find the time to type these up. Anyway, I wrote this one a long time ago,as in October(which isn’t really that long I guess?) but as I say with almost everything I write, it is one of my favorites.

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A Goddess in her own right,

She deserves the utmost respect.

Though she is not loved by many,

Her love for herself is sustaining.

She radiates confidence and royalty,

With her halo of thick dark hair.

She speaks truth and positivity

Into existence with every breath that

Escapes those full lips.

Underneath them lies glistening white,

A smile that blinds the world and

Captures envy from the sun.

Underneath her skin lies deep

Red blood, that courses through her

Like electricity, like a fire.

It gives her charge,it gives her the

Strength to endure a world that hates her.

To endure a world that constantly blames her.

To endure a world that does not appreciate her.

Her red blood, white teeth, blue veins and bright

Eyes are not enough.

But for her, for this natural beauty,

This ebony colored queen,

She knows she has power,

She knows she has a voice,

She knows that she is important

But for them, it remains unseen.

poetry

“Lonely Gopher”

After my last post, I had a very close friend tell me how proud of me she was. She showed her mom the poem I wrote and they both expressed admiration for it and honestly it was the best feeling.

To me, life is only worth living if you have people who will support your dreams no matter what you do. Some are only so lucky to have people who will tell them how talented they are, I’m glad that I have a best friend who will do this for me! (Shout-out to you 🙂 ).

So I have another poem, and again I warn you that I am not attempting to be a poet but  this one is really important to me and I really liked it. So I’m sharing it with you guys.

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Lonely Gopher

Created by a maker not ripe for the task,

The lost ones toiled in trying to follow a clear path

Gophers they were, burrowing and hiding so as not to be seen

Foreign creatures a part of the cruel world, not understanding what it all means.

Thrown away, forgotten, unwanted and unloved.

The gophers could not swim, they could not rise above,

The pain, the hurt, the sorrow and the shame.

This was the plan all along, the maker had experienced the same.

But the lost ones knew, they understood, they were aware

Of the obstacles they would face  surrounded by the others who did not care that they were there

Unsatisfied with being cast-aways the gophers decided to change their fate

Praying that world could still be theirs, praying it was not too late.

But the seasons changed, they could no longer remain together

The closeness and the comfort had slipped away from them,forever.

Tired of waiting and hoping and trying and working at it alone,

The lonely gopher was determined to stray, she would find herself a new home.