Relief (bless)

This was the sonnet we had to write for Brit Lit


Chosen words are few, as my blood filters through my heart and veins,
acroos my mind to my finger tips where my heart speaks as my pen takes
aim, between the lines of these sheets that have become waht I am.

And slowly I write waht I've become and what I want to be, as all the pain
is drained from me,the ink becomes my blood forever leaving a stain for all to see.

I've never been heartless, to know me you have to listen to my words speak,
to you there harmless, to me every page you turn is to see me bleed
as my heart cries pure emotion and nothing less, for my thoughts are the workds i breathe interperted into words you read.

To understand them is to understan me, and to understand me is to belive, my love fo you is as real as it'll always be, even if I'm too far, to far for you to reach, I'm always there for I am what you read.

hour glass by Omar Gomez

My friend wrote this, he is in jail now. I posted this becuse i think is real deep and i wanted to know if you all though the same.

IM RUNNING OUT OF SAND I SEE LIFE AS A BIG HOUR GLASS//

IVE TRIED TO FORGET ABOUT IT BY INHALING CANIBIS TO THE POINT WHERE IM NUMB AND EVEYTHING MAKES ME LAUGH//

THREE MORE LITTLE GRAINS OF SAND BEING POURED//

I USE TO WEAR BANDANAS TO HIDE MY EYES I WORE DARK GLASS TO COVER MY EYES//

WHY MY EYES WHERE BLOOD SHOT RED AND CLEARLY U CAN SEE I WANTED TO RIDE FOR MY BOYS I WAS GONA DIE//

MANY PEOPLE CRITIZE ME FOR WEARING ALL BLUE WITH MY PANTS BEING TO LOOSE OR BAGGY//

NOW IM GONA DROP SOME KNOWLEDGE IM GONA WELCOME YALL TO MY MENTALITY//

IM A THINKER’S MAN AND MAN THINK I’LL SAY THINGS HEAVY ENOUGH SO IN YOUR MIND THEY CAN SINK//

PEOPLE HAVE ASKED ME WHY IM SO NEGATIVE WHY I THINK THE WAY I THINK//

WELL I HOPE FOR THE BEST AND EXPECT THE WORST FIRST//

THE WAY I SEE MY BIRTH MY LIFE AS A WAY GOD GIVING THIS WORLD A DEADLY CURSE//

I FEEL WHAT I SPEAK AND SPEAK WHAT I FEEL//

IF THE TRUTH HURTS THEN THINK AS MY WORDS AS A STAKE MADE OUT OF STEEL//

DIGGING DEEP IN YOUR BODY SOUL AND SPIRIT DON’T FAKE THE FUNK KEEP IT REAL//

AND LET YOUR WOUNDS HEAL//

DO YALL THINK IM REAL OR JUST A MITH?FOR THIS COLOR OF MY SHIRT I WOULD
DEFEND IT WITH KNIFES AND STICKS//

WE WERE ORGANIZED WE WERE TIGHT LIKE BOW TIES//

NOW IM THINKING ON HOW I WASTED MY LIFE NOW I THINK HOW IT WOULD’VE BEEN IF I ACTUALLY TRIED//

THE BUS TO HAPPINESS LEFT AND HOUR AGO IT LEFT ME BEHIND WITH NO PERSON IN SITE//

NOT A FRIENDLY HAND NO CAR NO CHANCE FOR A HITCH HIKE//

THEY SAY THE EARLY BIRD GETS THE WORM I GUESS I WOKE UP LATE//

NOW IM TRING TO WORK WITH I GOT LEFT//

NOW I GOTTA DO WHAT I DO WITH A DIFFERENT MENTALITY I DIFFERENT MINDSTATE//

DAM ALMOST OUT OF SAND MY HOUR GLASS IS ALMOST FILLED LET MAKE THIS SO
YALL CAN UNDERSTAND ME//

THESE MENTAL DEGREES I’VE ACHIEVED THE BRAIN FLUID IT TAKES TO BELIEF WOULD EQUAL THE SEVEN SEA//

SEE SOME OF YALL TELL HOW IT MIGHT BE I TELL IT HOW I SEE WHAT MY EYE MAKE ME BELIEF//

IM OUT OF SAND IM OUT OF SAND INSTEAD OF ASKING IF YOU CAN SPEAR A MINUTE IM GONA GO TO THE DESERT AND ASK A LIZZARD FOR SAND TO FILL UP MY HOUR GLASS//

The man with out a past (bless)

That man,
the one w/o a plan
no one's fan,
i know its him..
the one without a dream

You look into his eyes,
but you see no lies, no past
its like he's wearing a MASK

no tears,
no fears,
no lies,
no fights,
only blank eyes,
and empty nights

The man with the empty soul,
it's like he hasnt been told,
or doesnt seem to care,
that soon this world will just TARE

June (Press)

My thoughts bake
in my head
as the sun presses
down on me and my bikini.
Life just seems
to float in the tepid air,
like a wispy cloud,
an afterthought,
a sweet perfume.
My skin drinks in
the heat,
and the cold, sharp rain
and barren trees of winter
are far from my mind.

Red (Address)

This is a somewhat abstract response to La Maestra's latest prompt. Does it accurately reflect what the color red represents to you?

The burning heat
draws near to my skin
as I let my emotions run wild;
the passion in my dark blood
scalds me inside
with the anger and love
of a great flame -
my fiery heart
has finally conquered.

prompt idea

How do you describe a color to a person who has always been blind? Choose one and try, then post what you write.

(Where are the color poems you wrote on Wednesday...?)

Viento/Wind (Press)

El el verano
la vida duerme
en el cielo
en las manos
del viento,
pero se despierta
rápidamente
con el trueno negro
que el otoño trae.


In the summer
life sleeps
in the sky
in the hands
of the wind,
but it awakens
quickly
with the black thunder
that autumn brings.

Writing Prompt

I was sitting around in study hall,
bored out of my mind-
when all of the sudden,
out of the blue,
I had a brilliant thought.
What if I
posted a prompt
for all the other users?
About a time when they've been bored
and had them respond to it?

There ya go. Thats my ten second poem-prompt. Which I just wrote, out of the blue without even thinking about it. Enjoy! I can't WAIT to read the poems you guys post! Love ya ~pinkroses~

Frustration (Press)

Yesterday, I walked downstairs
and opened up the dryer.
I counted out the socks,
folding them as I went.
One pair... two pairs... three... three and a half...
wait- three and a half?
Wheres the other sock?
I opened up the washer,
but it wasn't there.
I looked inside the launry basket
and inside the hamper.
No where could I find
the missing sock-
Pink with gold and silver stripes
and a Hershey's chocolate kiss-
not a sock that it would be
easy to miss!
I ran around searching
until I grew so tired
I lay down on the floor
and there, rolled up inside
a shoe near my head
was my missing sock.

River (Bless)

I wait always
for the return
through a frosty window
or the gloomy autumn clouds,
the memories trapping me
in this desperate isolation,
a distorted hope -
everything is blurry and fluid
and the confusion pulls
at my tender core
with every glance.

prompt idea

In honor of Rosa Parks's remarkable life and unmatched contributions to the civil rights movement, try writing a poem about something that you are willing to stand up for - or sit down for, as she did on that legendary bus.

Be sure to post what you write...