Raw and Untitled...(and Messy)

Alright...so this is a quick piece i just banged out on the keyboard in all of 5 minutes. It's pretty raw...I look forward to feedback. (Thanks @Whyguys for the extra push.)

[untitled (at least for now)]

unspoken words shouted
already dim light got outed
the air fell silent
as thoughts turned violent
but managed to stay hidden
good riddens
to the way sadness feels
it's concealed
deep down inside
glazed over with pride
and unexpressed sorrows
for a tomorrow already lost
and glossed over with frost
she turned cold
as she saw herself alone

Facebook Mini Series, Vol. 1

Yeah, I'm on Facebook, but I don't really *do* Facebook. (I'm a twitter addict.) I'm the kinda person that might update my FB status once a week...maybe. And then I like to be all cryptic and non-specific and junk.

But lately I've been writing these mini-poems for my status updates. They're quite random, but like the rest of my poetry, they're all me, unfiltered. Heres a bunch of my latest. I'll post more when I write more.

I dig them (I may try to expand some of these in the future), but I wanna know what you think. Which one's your favorite?

my hesitation was misinterpreted for resignation

when in fact i was suffering from emotional constipation

communication outlets blocked and backed up

but when they get stacked up too tall

these sentiments fall after all

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blue notes danced across my eyelids

as they slid into place thru my headphones

they always find me alone

lost in imagination

a singular solitary soulful congregation

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there's no way of knowing

but I say I'm going all the way

at the end of the day

I'm still standing

still running

still flying

the day I stop moving is the day I start dying

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my heart bleeds steady

so i keeps the pen ready

ink from my soul's well

is the best way 2 tell

my story:

love, loss, passion and glory

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wading in the stream of dreams

that meets reality at its seam

fed by the waters of creation

that flow 'cross the riverbed of manifestation

boldly treading on an unknown heading

taking to flight into a fearless night

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marinating in the juice of inspiration set loose

prepare to feast on my masterpiece

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Dawn of Inspiration

"Anoche me acosté con mis pensamientos. Ésta mañana me levanté con mis sentimientos." (Last night I lay down with my thoughts. This morning I woke up with my feelings.)

I tweeted this thought a few days ago. I have no idea why I wrote it in Spanish, but I'm glad I did. (Isn't Spanish a beautiful language?) I kept reading it over and over, feeling like there was more to be said. It grew into this little (English) poem.

Dawn of Inspiration

last night

i lay down under the weight of the day

and slept with my thoughts

reluctantly drifting into dreams of deficiency

lit by the flicker of dim resolution

at some point during our slumber

my pensive bedmate disrobed

stripping herself of the heavy burden

of solving riddles and fixing broken solutions

as i dreamed she took my hand

and walked me through a fantastic field of possibility

and her gait took on a more sentimental saunter

unbound by higher reasoning

she pursued higher ways of pleasing me

and this morning

i awoke with fresh feelings

instead those same tired thoughts

passion illuminated my bedroom

urgency pulled back the covers

coaxing me to open my eyes

with determination

and gaze intently upon

the dawn of inspiration

Nothing Inspires Like Inspiration

I love my Twitter family. I've been able to connect with some of the illest talents out there, especially writers and poets. Not only are they out their grinding to get their voices heard, but many of them have encouraged (and even challenged) me to push against my own writing limits and bring the use my words.

I connected with @Keziathepoet only a short while ago (just last week, if I'm not mistaken), but she's already helping me push toward new levels. She was on Twitter last nite, about to explode, looking for someone to freestyle with. I took the bait. We went back and forth for a while, and here's what we created...(my words are in bold).

it's time for rhythm and rhymes

the rivers of lines flowing through this mental of mine

in need of cerebral release to cause the madness to cease

peace is a must let me grab a pen because it's poetry or bust

i fight for the right to write, moving my pen through all hours of the night

what a plight this gift of words turn bringing thoughts to life with the verbs

action words for what i feel, words to action to turn feelings into real

reveal the innermost unspoken thoughts inhibitions ignored pop open faults

just to let go, let words flow, let emotions show, let momentum grow

not to mention that you just might blow adjust the gears just so to get that just right flow

words flow to stanza and stanza to verse, verse leads to the mic unfiltered and unrehearsed

verse after verse gets sprinkled on their minds Ms Who brought the new and put a wrinkle in their time

creased their foreheads with her very essence, gave them sight with her luminesence

insight from her life lessons that stressin was too depressin and just wakin up was a blessin

she was livin in heaven while she walked the earth, blessed and highly favored since birth

but life can hurt..the work can be a bit much can leave the spirit fragile to the touch

a wounded heart is a heavy burden to carry, and the state of merriment tends to vary

and "friends" are scary..family can be worse but we have a Savior who carries cares and wrote His love in a verse

He lived that love and died to redeem, He rose because even over death He offered us victory

He's stricken me with His grace and mercy everlasting I'm forever dwelling in the shadow that the cross is casting