|📝Poetry: The creation of art through words!!|
My truth may not be yours and I'm not trying to change your mind but help open our eyes beyond our own!!
Our paths may not lead us to the same place but if they cross along the way, share your story. You may be that turn and lesson I need to grow.
I'm just trying
To wrap my mind
Around the these times
And not be confined
By the twisted lies
That's said to be truths
Buried deeper than roots
Leaving no proof or trace
With intent to erase
From a nation
That promised the constitution
Of freedom and liberty
Setting all physically free
Yet enslaving them mentally
Do you hear me
I said do you hear
The cries of mothers
Mothers of sons and daughters
For minor infractions
Because their skin is soaked in melanin
Pigmentation causing darker skin
From shades of Indians to Africans
Classified as immigrants
Anyone darker than the Caucasian
That stole and enslaved
Based of comments about cop gettingoff from shooting Philando Castile-
Blacks protest because when we speak calmly we are either not heard or are overlooked. Society calls blacks actions as rioting and whites as rallying. When the klan gets together it's a rally and they been wearing HOODS for forever. But if a black wears a hood, we are thugs. Everything is double standards in this country. The minorities have built up this country through blood, sweat and tears, yet to try and be treated equally to the majority comes at a price of the taking of innocent lives. We all enter this world the same, bleed the same color blood and exit this world in the same manner. Everyone has African in their...
Poem: Beautiful Womyn
What is your story?
That thing that you hide.
Where do you come from?
And now where do you reside?
What is your hearts rhythms, to which it beats?
What's that sway in your motion,
Led by the steps of your feet?
To you what is life,
And love to be defined?
What's the joys for your pain,
Your struggle for peace of mind?
Beauty can be a mask of deceit,
Forbidding ones eyes the ability to see.
The truth ones flesh disguises,
Hiding our faces, shading our eyes.
Forsaking the souls voice to speak,
Against what of them is of the weak.
Believing hatred makes them strong,
Fearing imperfection and committing wrong.
Mental, emotional and physical abuse,
Defining the misuse use of I love you.
Spoken with a tongue filled with lies,
As their worth is mischaracterized.
Lacking development of self-respect,
Through the acts of meaningless sex.
Only act of feeling in control,
Even if used as a source of disposal.
But when all is over, said and done;
Their purpose they only serve one.
What else will one rememb...
I envisioned you walking through the morning's mist.
As the sun touches the clouds like a morning kiss.
And the birds singing sweet melodies.
To the whistling of the winds breeze.
That carries the scent of flowers bloom.
As I awaken from a beautiful dream of you!
Pain creates monsters within us that we never thought could exist. The greatest cause of those pains is love. But If we truly loved ourselves, those monsters could have never manifest. -SMJ 05/28/17
The opposite of lies
That many hide
By the eyes
That looks upon them
Like stars in the sky
That shines in the dark of night
As a guiding light
For those that despise
As night becomes day
And once again they must face
Of their truths
That eventually reveals
That which is concealed
Their own eyes
The fiction from fact
As they are the windows
To the soul
As time has changed,
certain things are still the same, just sugarcoated to the human eyes. I try understanding why man believes God would give them the right to take innocent lives when God can easily destroy us all before we blink. I do not knock ones beliefs because we are self entitled to them but do why do it taking away another's life. Why can't we just learn to love, respect, accept and united as souls that bear differences. Being different isn't a bad thing, it takes away from no one else. Every piece of a puzzle is different but when put together, it comes together into a beautiful image. My heart and soul aches for this world. - SMJ
Being a mother involves learning and teaching, on your own, what you don't know at the same time. There's no instructions, we just gotta trust in our instincts as a woman that kicks in when the kids come out. Overjoyed but fearful the sec we heard their cry which triggered us into protective mode and letting our hearts know it's just been hijacked and our minds have become overridden by them. Our whole world changed instantly with that one last push. Many of you experienced that push more once but it only took one experience for me and I was good with that 😂😂😂. It takes more than having a baby to make us a mother, Ive met many who have yet to grasp its meaning and importance, and they have ma...
When you wake up no longer seeing their face.
And go to bed without a warm embrace.
When their presence feel like ancient descents.
And love becomes a mere reminiscence.
When that desire of forever becomes never.
And that life together becomes severed.
When intimacy is no longer shared,
And by others, infidelity can declared.
When you looked away from temptations,
And kept your eyes in only their direction.
When you was willing to give your all,
And they, yet, adhered to everyone else call.
When you see life as more than a game
And with love you don't like to play.
When you accept them with all their flaws,
And your good they can't accept at all.
When you are there no matter what,...
When the world seems against me
He is always for me
When he sees me frown
He turns it upside down
When I feel down on luck
He fills me with love
When my heart feels troubled
He reminds me to remain humble
When I am feeling weak
He says "mom u can lean on me"
When my pain I try to hide
He tells me it's okay to cry
Refusing to leave my side
He is my son
The point my life begun.
Freeing me from my own captivity
Loving me unconditionally
No matter who I chose to be
He stands firmly beside me.
I rise to the occasion
With no persuasion
In the direction
Leading to my destiny
Of where I want to be
Within my reality
There's no breaking me
To my knees
For things easily broken
Within the minds
Of the undefined
That can't be seen
By the closed eyes
That lies within The darkness
Of lost souls
That tries to hold
Into the unknown
Depth of one's own
As I surface
From the ashes
Like a Phoenix
As it reaches
As it ashes fall upon
The Lost Girl
In her eyes I see a child
That has gone wild
Who yearns for love
Which she only knows as pain
So her life was lived within
The light of darkness
In which it does not possess
Living only wanting to die
Contemplating thoughts of suicide
From a mother's rejection
After experiencing molestation
Produces doubt and questions
Of a daughter's worth
As a child, woman and mother
How could she ever become
That which is destined of a woman
Living only wanting to die
Contemplating thoughts of suicide
Is where she seeks the prize
Of wanting to feel alive
So the pain she can hide
Fading it into the back of her mind
As if to erase
What will never go away
I don't want to hold your heart in my hand. I want to become your heart so no one else can. -SMJ
Stop saying you knew me
When you couldn't even see
The perfect strokes of my imperfect beauties
Through your insecurities
Of an infinite love so near
It's unmeasurable quantity
So you subtracted the flaws in its quality
Nothing was ever right
Something always wrong
Couldn't seem to ever get along
Our love story's became a sad song
"A house is not a home .."
A heartbreaking change from the opening line
"If this world was mine.."
I loved you months before I told you so
You had my heart though you didn't even know
I dreamt of you until reality exist
Only to push each other to polar opposites
Trust was no longer an option
Didn't even have to question
(Poem I wrote for my stepdad obituary for my mom)
My Departed Husband
We shared a moment in this life
Hand in hand as husband and wife
Not knowing what this Union would bring
As upon our fingers we placed wedding rings
Vowing that through sickness and health
Poverty and wealth,
We would love one another unto death
And though I wish this day would not have come
When upon this Earth, without you, I would walk alone
This life you may no longer be a part
You shall forever live in my heart
As love, death can not erase
Nor the memories of you that I embrace
And as your body is lowered into the ground
Your eternal spirit ascends heaven bound
So as this life for you has come to an end
I'll always ...
I have broken the seal
Within the core
Of my soul
Truths to my story
For to know me
Understand and see
Of my creativity
You must journey
Into the mysteries
Simplicity vs complexity
As good vs evil
No longer to divide
One into two sides
Battling no more
An inner war
For now I soar
Where I never been before
Free as birds in flight
Shining like stars at night
Sharing my light
With those that harbor fright
Of living unbound in this life.
When i say you are beautiful
its not because of the curves in your hips
Nor the curl of your lips.
When I make love to you
And tell you you're the best
it's not because you give great sex.
When i say you got my heart and soul
it's not to run game or a line
for what is already said to be mine.
It's all because of what I see when i look
in your eyes into your soul.
the beauty in you that not even you know.
Tomorrow is not promised, as is the completion of today. But if we are blessed to make it through one to get to the other , well then Tomorrow means It's proof that we can overcome our past and bare hope for the future. It's another step to greatness, an opportunity to correct our mistakes of yesterday to walk into a new profound tomorrow. Many fear tomorrow because it bears the unknowns from the choices of our today, but tomorrow is a brand new day to re-create ourselves into one greater than yesterday. Tomorrow is another day closer to reaching our destiny.
I've experienced you in many different ways from family to friends to companions to strangers but most of all from God. From them all I have experienced the joys and pains of you. But never once have I given up on you, I've thought about it but I could never bring myself to commit to doing so. Why, you may ask? Because no matter where I been, am and go in life I have always felt you, even within my fear of allowing another to love me. I shielded myself, limiting how much another could love me because I didn't want to experience the disappointments of love anymore. So I spent my life trying to love others without disappointing them, not realizing I was leaving myself out. That I to...
How do u move on
When your heart no longer belong
How do you forget
When your heart they imprint?
How do you refill
When they are all that you feel?
How do you escape
The pain of a heart break ?
How do you find clarity
In the darkness of loves insanity?
How do you erase
The memories of their Face ?
How do you focus
When you feel possessed
By their existence?
Do you really want to let go
Or do You just want to know?
Asking "how" requires action
Asking "why" requires explanation
In order to overcome
You must be ready to perform
Action that may break
But also awake
To the questions of "How do".
Why is writing important?
Writing is a form communication in which we often use to express what can't be expressed verbally. It is used to record moments of history, to tell a story, and to give our souls a voice. Without writing we would have nothing to read. What would a poet or author be without the art of writing? They could not create the magic that happens when pen meets paper. Like two souls connecting forming a story of two becoming one. Many of us take writing for granted and do not see the art in it. We read things never considering the beauty of it and how it is used to educate us. Through writing our minds are unconsciously being challenged, educated and expanded to differen...
I WALKED AWAY BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO STAY!!! SMJ
I may love you
But you will never know
Because I dare to expose
You have on me
From the feeling of the winds breeze
To the crumbling of sand beneath my feet
Sounds depth of an open bass string
Meaning of the never ending circle of a ring
Strength of a heart through thick skin
Beating strong like drums of a school band
Emotions in a dance to a slow song
Joy of returning to a happy home
But because these feelings you've never known
That now from me to you will remain unknown
Lock and key
Broken pieces of my heart
Lay shattered on the floor
Like broken glass
Each piece engraved
With a painful memory of love's past
That led to this present moment
Collecting each piece one by one
Reliving each and every event
In which love first begun
From the exiting of the womb
To experiencing my first love
At least who I thought was
Became the painful failed ones
Over and over again
Going from lovers to friends
Or lovers to foes
Family often being your greatest woes
But the pieces are shattered to small
To make out who was at fault
For the broken heart
That I must store away in parts
Into a sacred box
Sealed with padded locks
With different keys
The most powerful word that sticks out to me is:
Many strive for the purity of perfection to the point them create even more flaws, pain and struggle. We are who we are and perfect is not it. Once we accept that we are IMPERFECT and accept our own flaws and mistakes, it is then that we begin to free ourselves of self bondage. We can be the perfect IMPERFECTION.
Do you not feel the Earth quakin'
Beneath your feet
Loose your foundation
Exposing the weakened spots
Placing fear in your hearts
The only way to escape
Is to awake
From the depths of your slumber
Knowledge is the hunger
That feeds our minds
And opens our eyes
To the deceit and lies
Fed to us through sight
Of media sites
News giving the blues
Instead of needed truths
Government becoming unjust
Because money and power they lust
What will it take
For us to awake.....n
To see the trouble we are in
Trump for president
Doing the racist biddings
Disposing of immigrants
Which we all have become
To this United States of America
United being the first lie
States united only by the me...