TEMPORARY SADNESS

I struggle with the thought of happiness
I'm  some what afraid  of the outcome,
I don't know what's on the other side of
happiness.

It's feel like it's so far in the distance
that it's unattainable to reach.There are
times when I feel a little bit happy only
to be short lived with sadness.

Waiting on happiness comes,and it goes
it seems like it's never reachable,and
when it do some times comes I wish
it would stay,not just temporary.

SOUL STIRIN POETRY

poetry in our souls
we elvate the words

and we mold to are souls

and whisper them through 

are heart,and speak with our 

minds...

I breath every breathe of poetry

with every word I speak,I run 

words across my mind and visualize 

the epitomy of speaking my poetry 

ever so softly....

 but fear escape me from mumbling

a word,,,the thought of doing so has me

bouncing with fear,as different words

enter my mind,and form a word to slip through

my mouth.....

I feel the soul stirin poetry  release me of my fear....

EMOTIONS

Hook on love drowning

by desires,efficient with

life.Spawn to gravitation

beaming with heart ache.                                              
Drowning in a sea of emotion
kept by the feelings of lonliness.
blanketed with a palpitation of
rythemic beats.Awakening with 
 thoughts of tomorrow.Dreaming
of the day it becomes reality.Sweep up
in the hearafter of yesteday.Only to be
branded by the memories of today.Wishing
I had empathy for my mind who wonders aimlessly...

THOUGHTS OF POETRY

**Disclaimer**
I know it's been a minute since I published a poetry piece.I'm still  a newbie in this poetry world and it's going to take some time to know the in's,and out's of this world.Also to know what's poetry or not poetry.I'm kind of feeling my way through this poetry stuff like I am with my writing. Some times I contemplate in mind is this poetry or not poetry,and then again some times I don't care,and I just write what I feel is poetry.Some times it maybe erotic or some times your gonna go what the hell is she writing. All I know is I try to go with the flow of how I'm feeling at that moment then I jot it down.Without further ado I will try to keep up in my poetry writing.Whether it's understandable or not I write what I feel,and the flow of my ink,lol..sorta speak.Oh! one more thing I discovered about poetry .Well, not discovered it's more like learning. I like writing Haiku you might see a lot of that on my blog as well.

With my hands I write these words
for which I have nothing to say
I write with an empty mind with
words wondering aimlessly

It feel as though I'm a writer
with nothing to write,with words
I can't compose.I try to bring them
to expose ,but I can't form anthing
to show.

My heart tells me to write.But my mind is

tellin me I have to fight.Fight I shall for words               
who seeking to form a meaning or a thought.

Feeling desperated to make line or two I
write so I can't form a letter or word that
I desire.They may seem odd at times
but the feeling is there when I form a
poetry line.

I AM WHO I SAY I AM

I am who I say I am

who are you? Do you

breath  the air I breath

or do you take one breathe

at a time?I breath as though

life has a limit.Every breath

I take I reach for my life to see

 the budding picture in  motion

Because I am who I say I am

I dream of my life as  if it would be

as pleasing to be a wonderful venture

slowly dosing it with happiness,joy,

love,honesty smelling these wonderful

words in the air I breath                                                

I am who I say I am

I walk amongest the words with such
grace. I form all the word with a simple
pace.I take take one step at a time with
my pace.I fill the breath I breathe I can
write forever in a day.

Because I am who I say I am...

BLANK CANVAS

Staring at a blank picture

wondering if I can paint                        
a thought,a memory of
 my beginings or should
I wait for the ending.
Longing to see what the canvas
is like looking for an answer
with my blank stare.Wanting
to know if my thought,dreams,
will be a pretty picture or will
it be undiscovered for me to weep.

SPOKEN WORD ARTIST: Mayda del Valle

Here is a video  of Mayda  doing her spoken words at the White House Two years ago