Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
I am not these things
I have made myself from stronger substances.
Wielded my roots deeper than what you see
Shaken my hair in places you cannot return to
Screamed my feelings with words that will never be reordered in that same structure.
- I am raising my voice from sounds roaming only in my heart.
Lessons I have bore into my soul I do not share through the clothes I buy, the food I eat, and the way I do my hair.
I have been too tarnished by publicity, media, those who I thought were cooler than I should have thought, and pictures I think I comprehend.
But I know better than to believe the spackled surfaces I face to make me feel incomplete.
I am a hopeful person. I share with you, what I hold, from the engrained rings, that ripple out bergoening within my raw, capsulated, free standing, and concrete being.
- Words are our outright melody and no one else is going to play the songs you feel but yourself. Let me be more esoteric....just kidding. You may ask when reading my poetry, why do I use metaphors so often? After thinking that through, I honestly don't know why. My guess would be that language, though freeing, can also be restrictive. Especially in terms of expressing ourselves in attempt to understand ourselves. I, personally, get stuck in gears sometimes and I like to expand and break through traditional understanding of the concept at hand. I like to read what I'm feeling in different forms, and see if the language can lossen up more.