Tag Archives: Poem

Note to self

And loving yourself isn’t a sin,
loving yourself is one of the bravest things people will call you out on.
Most things about you are magical and should be praised.
You are a goddess in and of yourself

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I write you poems because God spoke the universe into existence,
So don’t ever let me hear you say that words are just words.
That words don’t leave a mark, make a change, create
where once was nothing.

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You were the first thing outside of myself
that I looked at and felt connected to
Do you understand this?

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.For you.

I have all the audacity in this world
see how I love you!
see how I adore your skin!
like you were the earth itself
like you were everything in the sky
and when I am in your arms
I am the bird.
the gleeful bird.

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Poem of the Week: A Woman Speaks

Moon marked and touched by sun
my magic is unwritten
but when the sea turns back
it will leave my shape behind.
I seek no favor
untouched by blood
unrelenting as the curse of love
permanent as my errors
or my pride
I do not mix
love with pity
nor hate with scorn
and if you would know me
look into the entrails of Uranus
where the restless oceans pound.

I do not dwell
within my birth nor my divinities
who am ageless and half-grown
and still seeking
my sisters
witches in Dahomey
wear me inside their coiled cloths
as our mother did

I have been woman
for a long time
beware my smile
I am treacherous with old magic
and the noon’s new fury
with all your wide futures
I am
and not white.

Audre Lorde

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..The ducks

There is no symbolism here,
This is not poetry
It won’t make you feel
It is a picture

It won’t conversate with you or
call you out on your mistakes
it can only stare

There is nothing between these lines
There is no artistry here
This is a picture
It won’t rob you of anything.

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I write letters sometimes,
to no one in particular really
just so I can explode like ink on a paper
and share myself
even if in the smallest form
I know tiny particles of me will be somewhere else but here
and sometimes I even post them
just for the sake of it
for the fun of it
with no addresses so to speak
nothing you can read
often I scribble “to heaven” so tiny only ants can read it
I wonder where they end up?
maybe in the bottom of a postmaster’s pocket
crunched into the prettiest ball
as though he’d known to crush with care
because whoever sends these letters feels whatever they do.
Maybe they’ve been made into something else
and though you’ll never see the words again
maybe they are your notebook
your diary
your calender
and maybe you make plan days and draw dreams
right on the paper that I’d written down all the tales of my failed dreams
and plans that I’d made on a wim
with a handful of fairydust
and not a droplet of sweat on my forehead.
and you won’t ever know it.
I wonder.

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~To My Brother/Bestfriend~Happy Bday!

My Brother and I


We’ve grown up a perfect pair, two peas in a pod.
We get each other completely
And we’ve got each other forever
The perfect sister-brother team
I miss you and your loud dancehall music
I miss: The way you call me Beavis and I call you Butthead ♥.
The way you drive me crazy one second
and make me laugh until I cry the next.:)
The way you randomly tell me that you love me
and hug me when I least expect it.
The way you daily teach me so many things.
Just the way you are You. I miss it all.

20 years is no joke, its a milestone! Its the beginning of an adventure.!! Gome no one is like you. no one compares to you. I love you Big Brother!! ♥

God blessed me with such an amazing brother, this post is just for him. Oh how I love this one human madly.:)

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He held her hand
earthy brown fingers linking in a twine of understanding,
The palms of perfect strangers but imperfect humans the common entity.
No names .
No memories.
No knowledgeof each other,
yet in the darkness of life they hold hands .

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~Spinning Thoughts~

Again and again
I am left alone
To a room that is mine
But that is not my own
To the thoughts I own
That are not my own,
When these times come
I sit in silence
Un momento
Alone with myself
to be myself alone
I shift and turn and think
si Precisely
Borrowed thoughts
linger in my heavy
Ponderous pondering
under my skull
whimsical mediocrity
pre-thought thoughts
even in my mind I can’t
escape from ordinary
the reign of trend
and again in me a
trailblazer is set ablaze
and when i arise from
adopted ideas, fostered
I once more live in sync
with everyone but myself
I once more belong
and lead the life of
someone else.

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