Writer's Block

Come take a stroll on it
Live and think thru it
Can you make it out?
Are you confused by it?
Stained with chalk for previous childhood games
I am over it
Cracked by heavy feet
And government remedies
Sustained the bass he used to drown out the kids playing
But they still live here
We all do
On the block
I made my heart new here
My world apart from you here
Ten feet away from block number 2
Yours
The corner I can't get pass
So I am stuck here
Taxis flood the streets
The distractions greaten
Can you get thru?
Are you trying to come home too?
In the middle
Can we meet there?
Amoungst the chaos
Amist the quarrels
We love more
We fight harder
Is the "We" me?
I want you so bad I have distorted reality
Let's walk
No running this time
We will make it better
Give me hope again
Then will the stares lessen?
Only known as the girl on the stoop
Head down
While pens bleed and tears stain
The paper
And I am on book number three
Before dinner
Take the pen away
Wipe the tears from my heart
Re-try
Take one last stroll
On
My block

The Breakthrough

Eagerly I anticipated this day and I was faced with it. I looked divinity in the eyes and smiled at him. So fearless and captivating....are you ready for it? I can't wait. I finally see truth in the dim and light in the unjust. I want to get to where it was. Can we go back there? Bliss with imperfections...I was alright there. I admit wrongs but how long do we suffer with it? Is this my test? Am I passing it? I need to know can you make it better than...it was....I need him to cure this. No matter how hard I try I can not fight this. I am weak and I am beating myself up for it. I want to be ok with this. The current, the present, this moment...it's because of the choice I made, and I relive it. Every minute of everyday, I long to take it back. Got to make it better for the next, but I am not really sure I want that. I have broken through...admitted my truths and see the right and wrong in them. Making new decisions considering them. Want another chance to mend them, but that is not always given. Can I steal it? That is how bad it is...my heart won't let me rest with this; so until I see an opportunity to fix it...I wait here...breaking pens to release it...And the more and more time you give me...The deeper it will get!

A Glass of Merlot and a Piece of Mind

As the long stem grips the cup that rests a top and secures the liquid that calms; I long for you...Why? Not sure, but my heart can not escape you; and no matter how bad I want to, I can not release you. Can not revert to the person I used to be. Can only be this woman that never relinquishes the hope of a future consumed with bliss, and you. You can not deny me either. Why allow me to linger after such torture? Maybe that is a bit extreme, but if I were you and I had no love or hope for anything...we would be non-existent. You would be a memory and I would try hard to loose it. And even in this instance, I crave every inch of you. Worlds apart but my soul longs to be in your presence and I desire to stand near you, stare in your eyes, kiss and caress you. Do you miss me? Do you miss us? I need you to. I need you to realize and accept this love as I do. It's inevitable... I got the glass but now I need my mind at ease. Only you can bring me the peace that can bring me to my knees...in awe of a happy ending. In love with the presence's contentment. And in this hour, I fear that I have yet to realize, that you are content in the not and I am frustrated with losing. Am I not good enough to win? Not even Merlot can bring peace to this end. So much for happy endings....

The Vertical Perspective

So I woke up this morning with God in mind. Same as every morning, but this time my perspective was misconstruded. I found that life, in my eyes, exemplifies plainess. I needed to add the adversity; for controversy sparks interest. So I thought for you. Took a right on my block and came back to you. For peace, through these words I breath through. These posts I create to tell you...my story. Are you listening? Can you see the view horizontally? If so, you need to stop and take a second glance. Take a second trip...take the sidewalk chalk and write vertical so that it is in plain view. If written vertically you will see it moves; now up and down. Can you think that way? Can you open your mind to challenge habit? Can you relate to this eloquence? Let me speak to you....I am sure by now confusion is an understatement; but I bet you will remember the message. And as the light bulb clicks you will return. You will find reason in the madness and adapt to it. The Vertical Perspective...move through it.

My Next Move....

I am stuck here...thinking...thinking....thinking.......of my next move. Where to next? Almost twenty-five, fairly successful...could be better. Kind of feel like college was more of a past time and not a contributor to future endeavors. Ask myself where would I be had I skipped it? With this perseverance would I be a successful writer and published poet? Would I be the next Jill Scott? I take that back...Would I be a courageous vocalist? Where would I be? LOST, I would assume. I needed my four years to find me. Realize my passion. Acquire the courage to seek it. Acquire the love needed to fight for it. I needed to complete me by realizing who ME is. Do you know who you are? Are you trapped like so many...Stuck in between facade and reality...Fighting to decipher the difference between dreams and life horizontally. Allowing figments of your imagination to deceive you when truth is right in front of you. I can see it... Can you? Don't fight the reality, let it lead you. I am following it to my next move...