I dont think I've been here before
And it frightens me,
The amount of anguish that resides in me
Since childhood, I've learned to numb the pain,
However, this one pierced through to my lungs and stole my breath,
As I smile at you cheerfully and full of glee, there beneath the facade, lies a dejected me,
Somehow, my numbing agents wore off, and this dismantled me.
Work on you brand God intended for you.
Focus building a team with the same goals as you.
Become an asset with your spouse who believes in your creativity.
Don't come around if you're only a liability.
Key to success is faith, focus, & being fierce.
Not a "9-5" job that includes a 4-year degree.
At the end of the day,
It really is what you know & who you know that becomes important.
Pay attention to all signs & don't forget this message in the morning.
You are way to valuable. Change your life the way you want it to be by any means necessary
All eyes on you
I was stronger than I thought
Not my strongest anyway
I strive to grow.
New at trying to be a poet?
Well so am I and terrible I know it
But I love to write
And one day I just might
Compose a master piece
So until then I will never cease
And I encourage you to do the same
Even though others my think us lame
Write away new poets
For one day you’ll be great, I just know it!
To all knew poets who are growing!
When I began two weeks ago I never knew I would write this many poems.
I wrote this after reading a comment by Sammy Fowler who is also a new poet.
Mentally, i'm uncomfortable
Physically, i'm uncomfortable
Financially, i'm uncomfortable
I am an uncomfortable black man!
So yeah, i want to give up.
Until i remembered my sticky note on the mirror... "Have faith".
So I keep walking
Hard times being a middle class young adult
Well, tell me.
Worn and fettered,
Would you still bloom?
Today's thought. A question just for you. Pitch in your energy for today and the days to come.
Are you willing to struggle any further? Or shall there be no life if not with peace?
Generosity is not in giving what you have aplenty
But in sharing what you lack
Altruism is in balancing the scales of suffering
Even if you have only half a sandwich
Then two people
Are only half hungry
Cracked China cup
At a chipped table
Stained cloth dressing
Do you still see
Tell me now
As broken candles
See broken things
And cracks hide
I see you
This crack’ed thing
And I see you
But not outdone
They try to
Because you’re the only
A cracked cup
That runneth over
Can still hold your
How you’ve grown
Setting a place that
I pray that
You are filled
When you can’t
But I’d gladly hold
Prayers on slim fit jeans
Foreign to victory
Leading to second story pleas
Can you hear her?
Despairing with whispered screams
But tears don’t answer
The many questions they bring
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See the story
Of the strongest of the frail
Can you see her?
Wishes to fly, though she barely crawls
There’s a glimmer
Prevailing amidst the falls
Well worn and stretched to fit
Pushing on till something rips
Can you feel her?
Is there a choir that recognizes her song?
Are you a singer?
Are your jeans ripped but still on?
You've been faithful
Time after time
I'm grateful you don't work within the limits of my mind
I'm grateful that I don't have to strive
That your blood was enough to cover my life
And the multitude of sin that I try to hide
That you already won the fight
That the Son has irreversibly pierced the night
That I never have to prove I'm right
Because you proved everything when you chose to die
I'm grateful for all that you've done
And all that you haven't done