#iwrite
I write poetry
to have
a conversation with myself
and with God
and you
to log
everything I see
and think
and feel
to expose
the lessons I was forced to teach myself
the prayers I learned for you
the wisdom you learned for me
to give
and less so to take
and therefore not to make
something of or for myself
only inevitability can be birthed--
with all the cries and wails
that arrive in sync with newness and life--
as I traverse the capacious cavern
inside and realize
to have it is
to log it is
to expose it is
To give.
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 10:29 PM UTC
I write
Hoping someday my words are seen,
That my hobbies may bloom into something amazing,
And thence I write to make my dreams breathe.
I write
Not because I cannot speak,
But because my voice cannot reverb as deep,
And thence I write to pour my heart open.
I write
To calm the storm in my mind,
To keep the voices from devouring me whole,
And thence I write to save myself.
I write
So I can commensurate the thoughts I spill,
In ink, I see what I cannot elucidate in silence.
And thence I write to learn myself.
I write
To cast my old thoughts away,
Foster wisdom to a new life ahead,
And thence I write to revise my head.
I write
Because unlike people,
Paper never scorns what I have to say,
It listens, patient, unjudging. It understands me.
And thence I write because that is how I can reveal myself.
I write
Not because I am great at it,
But to remind myself I am at least trying,
Doing what so many are afraid to do,
And so I write to keep myself inspired.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
Often times with absurdly, people ask me,
“What's your purpose in life?”
Like they're clueless about their own.
Yet, for their curiosity,
I tell them, I write. Of course
they would follow up with, one more
Question,
“Write about what?”
That is, a moment of lucidity,
To open the flood gates of my pen and
Mizzle all the water from it
Until earth and heaven are
Wetlands to grow seeds
That can flourish fruits, which
Are soulful for eternity.
I pause for seconds and see
If the waves are still rising,
to make sure with certainty that,
those ****** people
don't sink in my ocean, for
their purpose in life
Is to ask fatuous questions such
As “What's your purpose in life?”
By now, the smoke in
Their heads should be cleared.
I continue…
To empty my last dripping ink and
Tell them...
I write about myself.
I write about living
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 11:11 PM UTC
I write so that my brain can exhale...
When the voice of justice is silent, evil will always triumph...
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
Maybe I've seen the Notebook too many times, but the concept of 'If You're A Bird, I'm A Bird' keeps growing exceedingly less absurd.
And ever since I saw A Walk to Remember I've always wanted to name a star after you so there would be two of you, and so I wouldn't have to share the original with the world.
Or was it so you could see the light in you that I see everyday and not only at night?
Alas, I can't seem to remember, but I'm certain it was both.
I've never been in a warzone outisde of my own life, but you've saved me from more harm than any bomb or rifle could inflict so I am indeed The Lucky One.
Whether sitting in silence or drowning in chaotic clamor I remember the first time you sang to me, and I recall my smiling like a fool
Let it be known that albeit I'm not actively seeking death, if it may find me I hope for that to be my Last Song.
Oh, and my darling
let your suspicions now come to light,
for I indeed have always had an ulterior motive in loving you-
in you loving me.
That is for our love to create a Safe Haven to return to when the world has seemed to drain us of the hope we awoke with.
And yes my love,
I indeed am a bird if that is what you are as well,
but in tandem do I vow to be your Guardian on this Walk to Remember through This Bending Road of life.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 6:17 AM UTC
Inspiration please come to me,
I will lose it if you don't come to me
I wonder is it cause I hold the wrong company,
that makes sense that's why you run from me
Don't make me chase.... I hate to race but if that's the case I'll win first place
Inspiration do you hear me,
I said first place!!
I think you should really fear me
but if not that's seriously okay,
Someone just help me!
Who the hell do I have to pay
-V.v.V. Ds
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
I feel it burning inside my chest
This joy to let me know
I'm alive and I'm blessed.
I have done wrong
I must confess
and
I am not perfect
but
I am blessed.
He loves unconditionally
and
always forgiving.
That let's me know
My God is the best
-V.v.V. Ds
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
Tear you've forsaken my ego and my face
Why do you make me feel so weak
It hurt so much like the burning feeling of mace
I don't appreciate how you make me feel like a hurricane
but
I 'm not in your category
Tear don't fall onto my chest
Cause you'll place my feelings into so much distress
I thought you adored me,
cause you sat there for so long
When you fell you blatantly ignored my plead
Why is it that no one has a care or a worry
Tear you are no better
but even you Tear
Why have you Forsaken Me??!!!!
-V.v.V. Ds
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
Here I am
Always here
but I still feel gone
Here I stand
On both 2 feet
No I feel too **** weak
Here is my trust
protect it
That is a must
Here is sorrow
That I embrace
I wouldn't recommend 4 you 2 borrow
Here is fate
In which I seek
let me check up under your feet
Here is life
I don't want it
Why?
Cuz this ugly world
I know will continue to taunt it
Here is strength
In which you can't have
Why?
It's too late it already died
Here is death
It is the only thing that is left
Here I remain
All alone
To continue on and deal with all this pain
Here is joy
something I've never known
People damage it like a cheap toy
Here is the end
I've reached my peak
I am the pen, that just ran out of Ink
-V.v.V. Ds
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
12/9/09 ·
Addictive like a Cigarette
More beautiful than the evening sky
So painful like a needle directly to my eye
I try to keep it together like barrette
but my feelings is a pitcher who throws it to the outside
Ur sweet
I wish I can stick to you like a fruit fly
I want to let u know how I feel
but if nerves can **** I'm already dead
Emotions all in pieces like a puzzle
I wish this can be said
I feel like a dog ready to bark
but my mind is my own muzzle
Your joy is what makes me happy
Still I have no joy
Head spinning like I just finished doing the El Roy
Never will I take u 4 granted
but not being able to speak
I'm slowly turning into a manic
In which it's a blissful form of depression
Cornered like a boxer
I'm ready to throw this bout
but seeing you in my corner
keeps me from going that route
I may have lost by the judges
Yet I still feel like a champ
cuz I know ur 1 of my cuts-men
Apart of my training camp
As magnificent as you are
I will not take the risk
I will remain silent
and
Let it blow away with this mist
So it can scatter around and never end
I'm happy but not satisfied
I want you as my Mrs.
but since this will never come
I'm happy to still see u as my friend
Not really to the end
but
Ongoing 4ever
V.v.V. Ds
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC