My Sister

She’s the cool one

without even trying

no need to backtrack

no need to rewind

Just to spend time in the wake of her shine

I need to take notes- learn how to make me..intrinsically mine.

There’s so much to be learned from a credible source

dealt with the worst hits

including what’s mine and what’s yours.

I love her not only because of our mutual source

but we share the same thoughts and that’s implicitly ours.

I look to her  as a light to my dark

and when she speaks, I know it comes from the heart.

This is totally raw, completely off the cuff

when she corrects my wrongs, it’s legit..no intentions involved.

Making me the best because her love is so strong.

I want to do my best even when I look weak

because I know even at my worst, in me she believes.

There’s so many ill-wishers, trying to break our bond

but there’s no room for negative, our love is so strong

#mysister

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Changes

Haiku Challenge Day #2.   Focusing in the new things taking place in my life…

A new point of view

Causing changes in my life

Discovering me

An Opus to Me

I’ve always been the cool  chick

so down with the cause

Never been considered sexy until

sitting down, talking to me and clawing through my thoughts.

I’m reclusive by nature

although I may come off a socialite–

talking, laughing, joking and agreeing with your sights,

Whether it be women’s lib or civil rights

but the truth of the matter is that I’m screaming inside,

“NO, I do NOT agree,”

and the fact that I sacrifice my me-ness

for YOU

says a lot about ME.

It’s time to grow

to change

take a stand for who I am

even if it means that figuring ME out

does not go according to YOUR plan.

See, I am who I am

and I’ll be who I be

as long as at the end of

the day, I’ll still be in love with me.

So many years spent catering to other souls

Never wondering what it takes in fact

to make ME whole.

But I suppose that’s what happens

when you come in close encounter with my age.

You see yourself for less than YOU

and it fills you with rage.

So–I’ll be selfish for this time

to establish who I am

and when I’m done, it will take

a special audience to groove to my jam…

Determined

Making an attempt at joining the Haiku Challenge…
This is an observational piece of one of my most intriguing students, he truly is an enigma wrapped in a mystery.Here goes…:

Sitting with focus
Hands against head in deep thought
He will pass this test

my space

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The first stroke is the best stroke
it always leaves her wanting more-
there are moments of pain, but pleasure at the core.

Waiting in anticipation for emotions that will be placed
ever so gingerly, but thoughtfully in her space.
One thousand journeys have been traveled
transcending both time and place.

Limitless pains and boundless joys-
here is where they will all unfold
A myriad of adventures, most of them untold.

How possible is it to share the depths of the human heart?
How possible is it to navigate waters – clearly uncharted territory–
weaving together broken strands that will tell the human story?

Only one place can be deemed as safe
in this pitiful notebook that leaves no judgment to be faced.

Frustration

Deeply hidden in the back of my book

is where they’re all hidden where no one can look.

I get so FRUSTRATED

I haven’t a clue what to write-

fractured pieces of the thoughts lurk in my head every single night.

I am so afraid to pick up my pen-

or turn that crisp page,

because the moment I start I’ll be interminably engaged.

Once I begin, desperately I try to finish each piece,

vowing to somehow find my release.

Unconditionally

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I don’t even know where to begin

I find myself every several months thinking of new ways to let you in.

Into my heart  you’ve been invited numerous times,

but sometimes I forget you’re my guest and I show you my bad side.

Why is it so often I fall,

then beg for your mercy and yearn for your call?

I’m a lover of the worst kind,

you show me your love and I pretend that I’m blind.

Blind to the fact that for me you gave your life,

and from me , in return, you are only asking a very small price.

“I’m sorry Lord!” I constantly say

then pray that you’ll let me make it another day.

How many times can you hear that and not become tired?

It would be completely my fault if your grace and mercy expired.

But that right there is the beauty you see–

you are so you and nothing like me

And I’m eternally grateful for the love you give unconditionally.

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An empty receptacle that longs to be filled
With hopes, with dreams, with fears? With longings of what’s to come
But what I feel is the immediate, the passion of the moment the promise of now but nothing tangible
For the future
Empty wishes, hopes and dreams kept alive until the next time
When will my hopeful heart say no and refuse, realize that enough is enough?
Know that there is nothing promising just around the bend? Accept reality for what it is? Know my role and find comfort there within?

Fade to Black

I’m sipping and tripping cause I need a vacation from my mind
I try to block the clock but I know it’s keeping the time
Want it to black out, I need it to fade
But at the rate my mind is going
It could be days
Before I rest, before I sleep , before I calm
Because this here on my mind presents too many qualms
I need it to go black, I want it to fade
All I need in my life is a little shade
From the attacks, from the snares of the enemy… But it seems like he’s taken a special interest in me

Intimacy

intimacy: a close, familiar, and usually affectionate or loving personal relationship with another person or group

                    “Here I am”

To be soul to soul-close enough for the softest of whispers 

even if you’re on the other side of the world

To be a stone’s throw away and still feel your touch

To look into your eyes and know your thoughts

and for you to mirror my actions and read my thoughts too

To know that my heart beats to the rhythm of you

The pulse of our bodies keeping our spirits in tune

This is what I dream, desire…deserve

I know that you’re here–because I am too

Not visible to me, but patiently I’ll wait for you

 

 

 

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