shots fired...

You probably think this poem is about you

well this one time you're right.

there's a thin line between self love and vain

and your prideful shoe muddied with narcissism is straddling...

and down shit's creek you are paddling

set on a course to my last nerve.

so, for the record:

Go somewhere and sit down

because it ain't all about you.

Blog Poetry Slam 41: Falling

We all fall.  We fall in love.  We trip and fall.  We fall into depression.  We fall for folks' shenanigans.  For all of these scenarios there is a poem just waiting inside of them ready to written.  Why not not let it be you as the author?  Today's Blog Poetry Slam challenge is to write a poem about falling.  You can do it, I have faith!

In the comments write a poem related to the theme of falling.  It can be silly or serious, short or long, or can be as simple as a haiku.  I look forward to seeing what you guys come up with!  My poem is below:

I can't let go

But I have no choice

Because the handles on you are slippery

I know

Because I poured the water there

And the more I cry

The slicker they get

And when I fall

I have to realize

That the one person who could have caught me.

Was you.

imagination

i don't use my imagination...
i treat it nicely...
just in case i need it later...
don't want to burn any bridges...

Blog Poetry Slam 40: picture this...

I thought it would be interesting this week to write about this picture I found on Post Secret.  It inspired a poem for me and I would be curious of what it would inspire in you guys...  Give it a try: Write a poem in the comments.  It can be silly, serious, long, short, even a haiku.  Give it a try, you just might like it...  Make me proud!

I hate circles
Especially the ones that keep you out of my sphere
The games that cause you not to be around
Yet I make 360 excuses not to break the cycle
As the circumference of my pain is steadily expanding
I never end out on top except that I'm spinning
Guess it wasn't love that made me dizzy...
It was all those damn circles.

preview...

I found this on Post Secret and it spoke volumes...  I think it will be the topic for the Blog Poetry Slam tomorrow... make it a little twist, instead of a topic we will write about the picture... just a thought... what do you think?

Smile...

I am forever be writing poems about smiles... it even was a Blog Poetry Slam topic back in May of 2009... (http://blackwomanlost.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-poetry-slam-18-smile.html) ... so here's another...

I want to smile

Until it hurts

But to where that pain is worth it

And all the pain from before is worth it

And I want those laugh lines to be poetry


Written all over my face


To be the rouge on my cheeks so I never again have to be blue


Yes, I want to smile


And for you to be the reason

Blog Poetry Slam 39: Hugs

I'm back, 2 weeks in a row, miracles never cease. *wink*   Y'all should give me a hug or something...  I love hugs.  All kinds.  Friendly.  Romantic. Family.  Sometimes I hug myself.  Sometimes even poems embrace me.  And sometimes I hug my poems back.  But I digress before y'all think I am too crazy.  Hugs have been helping me out a lot lately so that's what I thought would make an appropriate theme for us to write about: HUGS.

Please write a poem to fit the theme in the comments... Your poems can be long, short or even a haiku! They can be serious or silly. If you are not a poet then tell the poets you think of their pieces. Thanks for coming by and supporting my little corner of the blogosphere...

Full Circle

I need a hug


A strong one


From stubborn arms that refuse to let me go


I want to cry on your shoulder


And for that to be okay


And then I want to laugh through those tears


And then laugh until I cry


Just so you can hug me again


And tell me that it will be okay


Even if really isn’t


Sometimes that delusion


Can ease the pain and confusion


Until I cry again


And need another hug

they...

they say don't live in the past


but who the fuck is they?

and i need to see some credentials

the past seems an appropriate place to dwell

since i always take backwards steps anyway

might as well be consistent

besides i can't see the future through teary eyes

and i can't run to my goals with a ragged heart

but i can't stay in place

bc no one wants me there

so i go back to what i know

they won't wipe my tears

they won't mend my heart

and they won't explain how to move forward.

so I'll ask Alise and see if she can suggest something

she's pretty smart... some days.

Blog Poetry Slam 38: Pain

I am back y'all.  Told you it wouldn't be too long.  Just going through a rough patch of life.  However, I am writing myself out of it one day at a time.  Sometimes you have to write away the pain, so that's what I thought would make an appropriate theme for us to write about: PAIN. 


Please write a poem to fit the theme in the comments... Your poems can be long, short or even a haiku!  They can be serious or silly.  If you are not a poet then tell the poets you think of their pieces. Thanks for coming by and supporting my little corner of the blogosphere...
 
 
 

 
my piece is a little rough draft of a performance piece I am working on... 
 
Lately I’ve been mad frustrated


Serotonin levels devastated

Depression leaving me inundated

Burst my happy little bubble – yes, deflated

But I did it , so guess I detrimentally masturbated

Yes, fucked myself over, mentally fornicated

I knew my life needed to be renovated

But I couldn’t afford it, the price had been inflated



If ever there was a game, I played it

If there was a mistake, I made it

Hope - best believe I slayed it

Self-respect, I have betrayed it

Never put action to my words so the my verbs were never conjugated

Negativity was my Valium I stayed sedated

In my own little world alienated

I was S.O.L. abbreviated

Wasn’t a phoenix so I went through the fire and was cremated

And some days it was myself that I hated

My destruction I have abetted and aided

Running in place has me exasperated

Life was a hungry bitch emaciated


A royal mess I have created

My supernova potential has quickly faded

If anyone tried to get in they hit a wall because my heart is barricaded

You needed to take a jackhammer to this Heart of stone for love to be excavated

Feeling like love and peace were overrated

Happiness- I forbade it

Denied my sickness, bc I’m no patient, so I never waited

Humble pie with a side of pride, I never ate it

Even when life tried to be sweet I couldn’t taste it

BUT

I needed to release - I feel spiritually constipated

So I tried with every fiber of my being because I’m tired of being nauseated

My heart just needed to be reeducated

So this love for self could be reinstated

It’s so easy, but smart folks always make things so complicated

All I needed to do was step on this stage, let out my pain, just say it

So the sounds of your snaps will scare these demons so they can be relocated



But best believe the path that I’ve taken I’d never trade it

You only live once… you can’t replay it.

Just make sure you learn from your bullshit so the pain. isn’t. wasted




your turn...