Month: December 2009
The Heart of the Season
Love,
da Kween
And Another One…
My girl :::the.kisser::: strikes again…she shows me so much love!! I had to indeed hook her up with the last award passed to me, so because of that I can’t really tag her this go round. Don’t worry…I’ve got plenty to choose from. Even some newbies 🙂
Looking at Love
Someone LOVES my blog!! :)
Well, I’ll be GOT dayumned…lol.
Someone LOVES my blog. Well, I’m sure she’s talking about “Passion Fruit” because that’s where I post the sensual side…but, nonetheless it’s still so cool to be appreciated for my literary endeavors. Things like this are always RIGHT on time. Just when you’re needing a little support, love and acknowledgement…in comes something so simple, but so meaningful. Thanks to Cook.the.Poet for loving my blog!!
I’m gonna tell you whose blogs I love. I’m only doing 7 because I LITERALLY could do this all day.
Deez Nailz is such a cool site for ladies dedicated to the love of the mani. She experiments with colors and styles and posts some VERY unique designs. Definitely for the girly girl.
Krissy’s One Stop Beauty Spot is just that…she’s prolific in all things cosmetic. Gotta love her.
My inner thoughts…ME is the very personal blog of my girl Diva. She’s such a tease…but, she delivers!
soulbrother v.2 is the blog of a brother that goes by Max Reddick…he dissects the everyday issues, but from the view of a very intelligent, unique and funny perspective.
kiss.the.pen well, she’s my fave kissy face in the whole world. LOL She and I have become each other’s stalkers. Her poetry, stories and love of music, make for a very kisstacular blog read.
THE INTERSECTION OF MADNESS AND REALITY is just damned that. It’s insane AND real. Rippa’s a personal friend of mine, whose blog is all about the shock value and the very open and unapologetic perspective of a black man…if you can get past the shock to see the real.
Last, but damn sure never least…my blog model, [FUNG’KE] [BLAK] [CHIK] is my friend…my P.I.C. and if you want to laugh, think and possibly bob your head to the off beat in her head…give it a try. You WILL enjoy her wit.
Honorable mentions: my go-to-blogs Butterfly Effect, The Curvy Gyrl Chronicles & Ms Downlow
~doing my kween pageant wave~
i art love
i conceived it
formed from hopes
fused with promise
mated in bliss
it grew…quickly
strongly
tumbling inside of me
kicking to be acknowledged
tugging on me to feed
absorbing my inhale
making me feel purposed
i rubbed on it
cosseting my seed
watering it with tears
lending my breast to it’s needs
whispering affirmation of life
conditioning it to spring forth
healthily
wholly…a perfected version
of me
my heart
and love’s sweetness
it burst through a small space
a ray of shine
through a dark place
barren from heart’s burn
yet,
the miracle of artistic life
was divinely born to me
refusing to be denied
casting it’s soul through me
manifesting to be held
i art love…
i birthed it
captured it with a stroke of love
brushing it’s lovely reds and mediocre blues
golden yellows and muted hues
against walls structured
to be home where i nurse it…
cursing at times my ability to rear it
but refusing not to be near it
forever tied
thee that i love
art…
Yawning…like 4 In the Mawnin’
Here I am, up all late…well early. “Naps” replace actual sleep and I know that this is the norm. This is what happens when I’m stressed, feeling hurt or lost. So, because I’m up…I figured I’d post something. I wouldn’t wanna just be resting on my “laurels” so to speak after coming off of a 30 day blog challenge…would I?
I am gonna try to go to bed now…I’m sure I’ll be up in a few hours.
I thought I’d write a poem or freestyle but, I have the nerve to be feeling some kind of sleep setting in. *WTH* So here’s a poem I wrote a little over a year ago…enjoy.
more than
i love you more than
the stretch of my arms
or the capacity of a human heart
or even…
the span of an angel’s wings
i love you more than
my mind’s scope
or my soul’s hope
more than the furthest reach
of the longest rope
i love…
more than love can be defined
more than the infinite
space of time
more than a sky’s height
or an Alaskan night
more than
and fiercer than
and greater than
a lioness’ fight
and even then
its rougher than
but easier than
a kayo on fight night
that is
how…
i love you
the stretch of imagination
and a dream’s escalation
the force and pull
of a planetary rotation
with showers of fire
and atmospheric changes
resulting in novas
and supernovas
of super loving explosions
*catching breath*
is a mere display of
how
much
i love you…
you…have…NO…clue
that i love you
more than the shells that hold us
and the experiences
and life
thats taken hold of us
more than the eons
that separate our past lives
more than
all the love stories ever scribed
more than
the heaving cries
of broken hearts
or
stuttering mouths
in awe of art
more than the echoing pains
of a child’s birth
more than
the heat contained
at the core of the earth
when i say,
i love you…
know that
its more than
even “I” know…
Bold & Beautiful
BOLD what applies to you:
YOURSELF – I would like to change my name. I’m loud. I’m obnoxious. I’m sarcastic. I’m cocky. I have a bad temper. For the most part, I don’t like most people. I’m easy to get along with. I like to fight. I have more enemies than friends. I drink coffee. I clean my room daily.(Is there an in between? lol) My room always looks like a tornado hit it.
APPEARANCE – I’m shorter than 5’2. I wear makeup. I wear a piece of jewelry at all times. I wear contacts. I wear/need glasses. I currently have braces. I change my hair color often. I either straighten or curl my hair often. I have piercings that aren’t in my ears. My ears are pierced.
RELATIONSHIPS – I’m in love. I’m scared of being hurt. I’ve been hurt. An ex has physically abused me at least once. I’ve been cheated on in a relationship. I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t. I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did. I’ve been in love more than three times. I believe in love at first sight. I believe lust is more important than love.
FRIENDSHIPS – I’ve gotten a phone call in the last 24 hours from a friend. I’ve beaten up a friend. I’ve been in a serious fight with a friend. I can trust at least five people with my life. I’d give my life to save a best friend.
CLOTHES – I own a white hoodie. I own at least five pairs of jeans. I own at least ten pairs of shoes. I own a blue jacket. I own a pink jacket. I have at least five belts. I own at least three blue shirts. I own at least one pair of flip flops. I own at least two pairs of sweatpants. I’ve gone out in public in pajamas. I own at least three hoodies.
EXPERIENCES – I’ve been on a plane. I’ve been on a train. I’ve left the country. I’ve left the state/province. I’ve taken a taxi. I’ve taken a city bus.I’ve taken a school bus. I’ve gone bungee jumping. I’ve made a speech. I’ve been in some sort of club. I’ve won an award. I’ve spent 24 hours on the computer straight. I’ve been so angry I’ve punched a hole in the wall. I’ve been in a physical fight.
MUSIC – I listen to country music. I listen to pop music. I listen to rap. I listen to techno. I listen to R&B. I listen to punk. I’m one of those people who play songs repeatedly until I hate it. I hate the radio. I download music. I buy CD’s.
TELEVISION – I spend at least six hours a day watching television. I watch soap operas daily. I’m in love with Days Of Our Lives. I’ve seen and love The OC. I’ve seen and like One Tree Hill. I’ve seen Popular. I’ve seen and like Everwood. I’ve seen and like House. I’ve seen and like Gilmore Girls. I’ve seen and liked CSI.
HAIR – I’ve cut my hair in the past year. I’ve dyed my hair in the past year.I’ve been blonde. I’ve had black. I’ve been red/reddish. I’ve been light brown. I’ve been orange. I’ve been dark brown. I’ve had dark purple. I’ve been blue/green. I’ve gotten my hair thinned. I use conditioner. I’ve used silk therapy. I’ve used hot oil treatments. I’ve completely killed my hair. I’ve had dreadlocks. I’ve curled my hair. I straightened my hair. I’ve ironed my hair. I’ve braided my hair.
SCHOOL – I’ve thrown something at a teacher. I’ve yelled at a teacher. I’ve been suspended. I’ve been sent to the principal’s office. I’ve walked out of class. I’ve skipped an entire day of school. I’ve skipped a whole month of one certain class.I’ve failed a test. I’ve cheated on a test. I’ve helped someone else cheat on a test. I’ve failed Art. I’ve failed P.E. I’ve failed Math. I’ve failed Socials. I’ve failed Science. I’ve failed another class. A teacher has called my parents. I’ve been caught skipping. I’ve been on the A/B honor roll. I’ve been on effort honor roll.
When I Think of Poetry…
When I think of poetry, I think of youth. Poetry and I grew up together. Poetry has been my best friend and family. We traveled places together in and outside of my mind. When distress became a part of my daily routine, poetry was indeed my ace. If poetry and I went to school together, she’d be that friend that stuck up for me when I was bullied…when no one wanted to pick me for games, she’d choose me first. We stayed up late nights shooting the breeze holding in giggles and swapping secrets. I told her of my crushes, heartbreaks, dreams and worries…while she told me of how special she thought I was. She wanted me to know that I always had her to rely on. She didn’t judge me, use and abuse me, disrespect me, throw me away, or take away the gifts she’d given. No, poetry was a giver and still is.
My idea of poetry has always been more about the esoteric. The quintessential element of things. The ability to capture the emotion of a moment. The beauty. The ugliness. The betrayal. The joy. The light. When I write, I see the words in movement. In my imagination, as I write…the words play out in my mind’s eye like a motion picture. I see the laughter, the tears, the hurt, the love, the beauty, the fear…all in my mind and heart as if I’m translating a true moment in time, taking place right then and there.
Poetry to me isn’t just about rhyming or trying to create a picture as much as it is about me trying to capture the moment. Inspiration striking in bolts, dispensing sight and vision beheld in words and hidden meanings. Creating a piece of work that draws awe and sparks creative thoughts in the reader. To evoke emotions is what I like to do best. I love that my poetry has garnered positive nods of, “I’ve been through that” and “This spoke to me” because it allows me the chance to feel and believe that the emotions and state of mind I wrote the poem in…was translated in reading.
I love words to the core. I used to read the dictionary and still sometimes find myself thumbing through one to reacquaint my mind with words I haven’t used in a while or never heard of at all. Poetry gives me a chance to take those words and string them into an expressionistic play on thought. I’m allowing room for interpretation and depth…yet relatable and understandable to someone who may not be versed in grammar and vocabulary. I like to make the body of poetry so much more than the words used individually to bring it together. My words, used to stroke hearts tenderly and minds thoughtfully.
My ultimate vision is for poetry to become less of a “dreamer’s art” and more of a teacher, nurturer, lover, mentor, a bonder of people. I’d like to create a forum where like souls can feel related to and understood. To take the stigma away from poetry as something only lonely and brokenhearted people do. I have serious poems, light ones, sad ones, happy ones, erotic ones, playful ones. Some are spiritual and some border on profane. We are multi-faceted as people and playing to one side is cheating the world of a full personality. I want people to see the genius in me, the silly girl, the intelligent sister, the saddened lover, the innocent-eyed child, and the scorned woman I can be. My hope is to impact and impress…soulfully and deeply. I want to use one of the oldest forms of writing to embark on a new way of expression. I want to give my heart a voice.
Say Uncle
Blessings…