Internal conflicts
Ready to die
My heart aches
There's no where left to fly

I am a bird
With a broken wing
I am handicapped
By my own necessity

My tree has been cut down
They long for me to leave
No one wants me around
So they do their best to ignore me

I'm flying in circles
Just trying to get by
Hungry for attention
I'm dying to just get one bite

People feel sorry for me
So they'll throw me their crumbs
I'm not satisfied with their leftovers
It just makes me feel worse

They know if they don't do something
I won't be around anymore
They're ready for me to give up
So I give them what they want

I break my other wing
And slowly wait
To be set free
I can finally fly to a place where I am just free to be

You are going to fall, or you are going to stand.  There is no Middle Ground, for you to safely land.
It's up to you to choose, if you are going to fall.  If you do, there will be no one, for you to call.
It's up to you to choose, if you are going to stand.  Right before your eyes, notice that Majestic Hand.
There is no Middle Ground, it's either up or down.  I hope it will be up, people will be around.
This is not the time, to give up and fall.  You have been a good example, and encouragement, to us all.
This is the time to take a stand, for the truth and not a lie.  If you continue to believe in wrong, it may cause you to die.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing

One day, you’re 18 and the boy you fell for in high school breaks your heart.

One day, you’re 25 and the boy who broke your heart has been long gone and his name is just another name among the bunch of “lovers that went wrong”. Among the “Should’ve beens” and “Would’ve beens”.

So there it is. Be 18. Wear your heart on your sleeve. Give your number to a stranger on the train who sparked a conversation with you about the weather or whether your Thursday night was vacant. Wear your heart on your sleeve. Love defiantly. Forgot what heartbreaks feels like, just remember how you wrote good poetry with mascara infused tears leaving track-marks along your cheekbones. Let boys look at you, you are a girl of beauty after all. Wear a new shade of lipstick that begs the attention. Run in the morning, understand you are free. Wear your heart on your sleeve.

And by all means, be 18. One day, you’ll be 25 and miss the petty heartbreaks of being 18.

The dew turned into a crystallized ice
It's a good day yet I shiver
the sun looks nice saying hi
Rubbing my hand for friction
Time for school, I'm all set
Stopped in the hallway, I'm lost
New faces and gazes
Seems like a challenge
That's what I love best
Handing the white sheet,
wanting for directions
Took a deep breath and actiooon!
Smile and be yourself
Smile and be yourself
Smile and be yourself
The mantra keeps chanting
inside my head
Then, I thought it's not a bad thing
First day... really is something :)

-A

09/11/14

Some people might call it insanity
But I call it
Love

There once was a girl
Not just any ole girl (as if there's such a thing)
She danced and sang and smiled real sweet
She shouted
I have this light!
It shines real bright!
Do you see this shine?!
This light of mine?!

Her light was smothered
Her innocence lost
She hid for awhile
until her wings took flight

Then there was a teen
A sullen fine pearl
With smarts to envy
And a body out of this world
She whispered
I have this light
Squint your eyes real tight
Do you see the glimmer
This luminous shimmer?

Adolescence with a blanket of fear
and an edgy exterior
She hid for awhile
Until her wings took flight

Then there was a young woman
A **** clever sweet thing
A studious charmer
with her dreams shelved on a ring
Could have studied rocket science
or aimed for the moon
Aren't I supposed to get married?
Strike a pose at noon?

Some years later
She questioned,
Do I still have that light?
What happened to my fight?
I feel so alone
And not really fine
I need that light keeping me warm
and my spirit alive

There was no burn
No oxygen breathing new life
She died for awhile and
cried and cried
Until her wings took flight

So now there is this woman
with a mind of mush
She schedules and delivers
but forgets so much
She fights like a champ
Gets up like Sugar Ray
She swings but can't punch
Each day is a heavy weight

Forgoing her passions
she leaves her soul on the floor
Her heart hurts leaving her wounds open and sore

She sighs,
There is still a light
a tiny lil flicker
I know that it's there because
a blow becomes a flare.


Nowhere left to hide
With tots' tantrums, earning keep,endless laundry, and late fees,
She forgets to eat.

She learns to stay quiet when
they knock on the door.
Holds her breath
and sometimes cries on the floor.

YET

She laughs

*I'll hide in the bathroom
blowing quietly on the smolder
You never know
I just might ignite
That light of mine
That bright light that died
Could come back to life

Bear not your sword.
For we approach Eden.
A creation of passion that drips from thy pen.
Remove thy fragrant shield of fought protestations.
We broke our teeth on those apples.
As serpent of venom, did bite long and hard.
Collected of the hedgerow,  blessed hemlock for peaceful slow death.
(C) Livvi