Category: poetry

Tomorrow starts National Poetry Month. After talking to a fellow blogger and poet, I have decided to take part in this challenge. Up to this point I felt that I have been dabbling into poetry on a purely emotional level. When I feel a certain way, I just write a poem and it makes me feel better. Now I think I can step my game up a bit with doing 30 poems in 30 days. I have promised myself that once I filled my journal with poetry, I will start my way into publishing it. This will put me into that plateau.

At the same time I wanted to highlight both my Tumbler and Facebook Fan pages. I consider this to be a portal for people to read everything I write. I have strictly used my Tumblr for poetry and other randomness that makes me who I am. My Facebook Fan Page was my gift to myself on the one year anniversary of this blog. I post everything on there so it can be easier for people to follow me and send me messages. I will also keep this blog as my main place for all my thoughts. I am loving this writing game so much.

I will continue my journey on this blog. I still have so much on my mind that I am not willing to articulate yet and I am still thinking about finishing my blogs on the emotional spectrum I referred to last week.

I stirred up some serious conversation about women and ulterior motives and I would love to continue this along the way. I have no issues talking about men and their bullshit too so do not think that I am just placing blames on the world on one gender because that is not how it works for me.

I will post poetry entries on both sights and I will never repeat posts. I will number them in the order that I write them. Some maybe long and some maybe short. I am very serious about this challenge and will also incorporate my normal writings as well. I just want to say the biggest challenge of this whole thing is that April is the busiest month of the year for me. I will not use that as an excuse, but rather as motivation.

Please wish me luck. I will need it.

What do you do
when the urge hits you
when all you want to do
is love someone?
Do you tell them
in hopes they wont
recoil because they
have no idea what to say
because, clearly on this day
expressing those feelings
becomes Paramount.
Almost in a cinematic
type of way, in which
we think that’s what love should be
but once we hit reality
it is not even close
we are too stuck on
the idea that love happens
in a perfect way and
we never ever admit
that the love we currently have
right now, at this moment
is fucked up.
Nothing is simple
yet we hold on to
dreams of what was
only to say “I Love You Because…”
but before a word can
leave your lips
this scene is cut out
of this movie since
your love scene or
romantic interlude is
just not perfect enough
to make it… (sorry)
So we need to try again
maybe if you decide
to change your relationship status
on facebook or declare on twitter that is
because, of course we all know,
it is totally official
if facebook says it
otherwise anything “not real” will be deaded
in a second since the
love is not socially real
for the cinematic reel
then it doesn’t really matter how any of us feel!
When all I want to know is
what do you do
when that urge hits you
and you know that expressing
that one thing
will only end up
on the cutting. room. floor.

I am trying to convice my hand
to write a poem about
all the wonderful things
that remind me of the
L, the O, the V, the E
but you see
the trouble with me
is that love requires two
maybe more, but no less
and while I can love myself
there is no “self love day”
although to some this could be “self loathe day”
because of all the missed
chances of all the dismissed
and those we leave on a string
twirling in the air until a knot forms
At best,
I cannot express
how I do not hate on the
L, the O, the V, the E
of another
I just want to define
what it is I see
L for the living in fear of it
O for being overwhelmed by it
V for valentines making us buy into it
E for everyone falls for it
This was supposed to be a Love Poem
but that changed
because there are
no chocolate covered dreams
no fat little angel with wings
no rose that lives forever
the only thing that is real
is the heart.
This was supposed to be a Love Poem

I will not break
I will stand firm
on my 2 feet
I will find a way
to blow away every obstacle
the tears in my eyes
are not from defeat
are not from the loss
these tears are for
the building of my courage
my eyes gleaming with
water in anticipation
of my next move
I will not break
I will stand firm
my emotions will not rule me
I will not let this fool me
I am a man
with real tears
I cry to mourn my past fears
I am ready for the future
but is the future ready for me?
I do not agree
with your assessment you see
there is no more “we”
there is just me
so I will not break
I will stand firm
I will stand strong
prove all of you wrong
and when the tears fade
I will remain whole
beacuse I
will not
BREAK

A room filled with clutter
I can see a mess
that needs to be picked up
and straighten out
to put order to chaos
leveling out the imperfect
and through it all I fight
the notion that I am
meant to be with someone
so instead of cleaning
I blend into the clutter
pretend that I do not stutter
in thought and words
I begin to wonder
can she see me through the disarray
am I recognizable in the confusion
that is reality?
My actions are nothing but a jumble
in this rummage I stumble
realizing that I need to clear the anarchy
but what can be done
but clean up the mess
clear out the room
then perhaps I can finally
see the floor
the path that leads out the door
before it closes
before I am trapped…again
in this room of unending chaos
where confusion leads
to laziness and self hatred
when all things that can be said
go unsaid
but instead
I am left with a room
cluttered with
pieces of the past
that plays like a puzzle
that cannot be swept
under a rug with a broom
I need to get out of this room!
I just have no clue
on where to start or what to do
but I will fix this
because I know what it is I miss
and that is you.

I need to ask myself a query
something personal, can you hear me?
How did I get this way?
Biting my tongue so that I don’t say
What it is that I truly mean
How did I become so jealous?
Is there something that cupid doesn’t tell us?
As sharp as that little
fat, pork chop eating bastard
is with his accurate aim
he never tells us of this game
If I ever catch him
near me or even looking at me
I will set a trap to get
his porky ass
just so I can clip
each wing, feather by feather
I will pluck
all because his arrow is stuck
in my chest
while love is supposed to cure all
there are side effects
neck stiffness
internal heart bleeding
blue balls
feelings of jealousy and envy
and a swollen aorta
but most of all you must see
a doctor if your erection
last longer than four hours
How did I get this way?
does this make me a hater?
or do I hate if he date her?
the arrow is dug so deep
that it is hard to tell