those who know me, and i mean really know me, are already well aware of the facts of me listed below
i love to drink, perhaps a little too much...
i love to sleep, possibly too much...
i love to talk, definitely too much...
and i love to write in my poetry book, as often as i can...
i dont know where it came from or when it started... i have read back on old diaries of mine when i was a little girl and seen snippets of rhyming couplet's here and there, before i even realised i was doing it.. poetry for me, has always been my one true love-! it has been my release in life, there are times when words on their own fail me (i know SHOCK say u all) but when i write a poem, it just flows... whatever emotion i have at the time, love, hate, lust, pain, etc, they all seem to just flow into words and sentences and verses and then BOOM before i know it iv written another one...
i havnt been writing much as of late for a variety of reasons... i have been extremely busy with work and school... but mostly because the overriding emotion i hav been feeling for the last many months all seems to look and sound similar on the page i am writing... its the same with anything, there is only so many words in the english language to convey emotions and only so many times one can change those words around on a page without one's poetry starting to all sound the same...
i have recently created a separate blogger account to host my poems... this is something that the very very VERY few people in my life that i have shared my poetry with have encouraged me to do.. i have held back for 3 main reasons
1. because i am so brutally honest in my poetry, i am exposing myself virtually naked on page and am terrified of what my loved ones will think of they know the inner workings of my crazy mind
2. i do not want the people i have writtin about to be hurt,angered, embarrassed etc by what i have writtin...
3. i dont want some chumped up lil nobody in Guam stealing my poetry and saying its theirs!!
within my own little mind however, i have come up with a rebuttal for the above reasons-
the reason that i write my poetry is for ME! i dont write it to be published or put under the scope, i do it for myself, to get out my emotions and try to move on in that aspect of my life! Perhaps its time i put some clothes on and gained some perspective from others thoughts on my mine :) if people want to judge, or be angry or hurt or embarrassed, well sorry to say but stuff you! i didnt write it for a reaction, i wrote it because it was what i was feeling at the time... and i refuse to be judged by others when i know that everybody in this world has thought or even said something about someone that perhaps they meant at the time, but hav since changed their mind on... if anything, i should be given a silent nod for having the guts to bare my soul to the outside world!! (**mmm that was a little vain but u get my point) and lastly... well i suppose that it sum lil nobody in Guam is stealing my poetry, how am i to know? we cant all pretend that we never copied anyone's work before and said it was our own...
so - the point of this rambling post it - i will not be givin out the link to my other blog site, just yet... but below is a poem i wrote earlier this year... the 8th of january to be precise... it was written after i saw the attacks in Lebanon on television and just cried... i hope that you guys like it, and please let me know what you think :)
til next time...
slain down for no cause
unrelenting pain
pours down on mother earth
as poison acid rain
a dying man inhales
his final earthly breath
we all must succumb
accept this - his death
a land by law
we have created
no one abides
we live unabated
tormented tears role
cumbersome down faces
as we left bound struggle
in self-stone places
a downward spiral
engulfing human spirit
no man to reach beyond
destroy that outer limit
freedoms lost
we never owned
mankind turns inward
the silence does below
in each other we kill
no reason justified
our actions simultaneously
quantum magnified
on a worldly scale
for our retribution
mankind self-destructs
no deliverance of absolution
xx
2 comments:
well, deep...very deep...shows the depth of your despair at the utter waste of it, of war & that's a good thing. also shows the wealth of your ability and that's a great thing. Of your poetry, enjoy that you can write it and keep it to yourself. when i wrote i never showed anyone. i wrote by hand (of course - no blogging back then ~ and i'm glad, didn't need to share it with anyone but the page) i still have a ream or two put away & it's yours one day if you like. Now to the secret blog, must be some that you really wish to share with, why not write & present in a way that is special? Or is blogging it, maybe it is. I guess i am just too used to keeping things private that i want to keep private to share with a possible billion people.
again, my darling, you are very talented in so many ways, your writing being just one. If you think back far enough, i do recall telling you to write it down, girl, if something is bothering you and you can't say it out loud! And write you did...
love and admire you, my baby girl :) Mumma XXX
don't ever stop writing baby...when all else fails it can be a souce of comfort, outlet for creativity, helps u make sense of the senseless...may have to buy u encyclopedia sized diary...smile
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