Random Thoughts

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Poetry Therapy

I'm lost in a world of CONFUSION. 

I don’t know what to do! 

I’m LOSING it! 

BREATHE IN . 

BREATHE OUT. 

WHEEEEWWWW..........(FINGER SNAPS) 

BREATHE IN. 

BREATHE OUT 

INHALE. 

EXHALE. 

Living in this loop. 

Im lost in a world of CONFUSION. 

I don’t know what to do , 

Im LOSING it! 

My mind is playing tricks on me. 

My eyes are deceiving me. 

Frowns masked with smiles. 

Hate masked with love. 

Tears from my soul stain my face. 

Dripping onto this paper of words that I constantly erase 

Trying to make my words flow with this pace of this song,  

This song that is on constant replay. 

Holding myself in my warm embrace. 

Wa...

Writer's Block

#Random Thoughts

Poetry is My Love

I embrace myself with my poetry the rhythms and the rhymes of my mind. Sitting here watching the hands of the clock move time. My mind and heart are at battle. I slow the thoughts of my mind to collaborate with the beats of my heart. My soul dances to the rhythm of my pencil creating poetic beats as it glides across this paper.I intoxicate my inner being with the rhythms and the rhymes that I create within this moment of time. I am drunk with passion. Embraced by InspIration. ~Poetry sets me free to be ME and express who I AM.~#poetry love

Random Thoughts

 This came to mind after reading a poem by lazaye 16 "Where is our strength?"                                                                                                 My strength comes fom my momma.

She taught me how to hold my head up high 

and if you look at her wrong ahe wouldntell you to kiss her PIE. Lol.

Yall i'm not telling you a lie.

She taught me how to get thru the toughest rumble.

She taught me how to enjoy this life that God gave me.

Yes he gave me life,

But she taught me how to sacrafice.

I get my strength from my momma.

That bold, energetic, you betta not let them see you cry kind of strength.

That holy oh my Lord- Jesus lead me.....gu...

Writer's Block

 My mind doesnt think the way it once did.

It is corrupted with PAIN, ANGER, and DOUBT.

I try to write my poetic rhymes

Im drained.

My heart is stained......My soul has taken cover and afraid to become uncoverd.

My mind doesnt think the way it once did.

My heart doesnt beat the same floetic ryhme.

They are at battle with each other.(my mind and my heart) 

I feel the emotions to write, but my mind cant think of the right words to put on this paper.

It frustrates me....UUUGGHH WRITER'S BlOCK!

I try and I try over and over, but nothing come to mind.

Its almost like a part of me has died.

I'm sitting here like.....Man-Man-Man.

I want to write again.........