Just some old poems!!!

Ok, so I was looking through one of my old journals and fell upon a few old poems... So, I decided to post them and see what ya'll think... I mean if your on my facebook then I'm sure you've seen them a while ago, but let me know..... I need your feedback folks!!!




First poem is:

I PROPOSE A TOAST

I'd like to propose a toast to all of us that survived life thus far. Yes life! Through all the pain and heartache, we've managed to prevail. Ha! Stand proud! Many aren't strong enough to realize their true potentials but we can show them. We can tell them stories of lost lives and bad choices. We can bless them with the knowledge of how to come back from a life full of wrong-doings. Speak Loudly! Allow those that cover their ears when profound words are spoken to hear the truth behind your statements. Make them understand that life will go on. Draw them into your hearts.

My first comment goes out to those that search for a love that is lost amongst the clouds. Its ok! We cannot assume that love will flow out of reckless circumstances. Many of us get absorbed by the sweet dialogues that captivate our thinking. Then we become frantically obsessed with holding onto such a feeling of completeness when we are anything but complete. Raise your glasses, this toast is for you. For your resocialization into a world of understanding. I feel your pain and I comprehend your actions. Know now that today is the day where your life must change for the better. The love you need comes from God!

My next comment goes out to those with a broken heart. Feel free to allow others to mend that which has been unmistakenly broken. Those of us that share this commonality can accept the reasoning behind certain justifications. Because of the shattered pieces of our hearts, we find fault in every new relationship. We convict those that we love of crimes that they would never committ. We are hurt, and we have made up in our minds, subconciously, to never tolerate anyone coming close to hurting us again. I say to you, put down those walls that shut others out. Stand firm in your belief that God will bless you with more than you can imagine. Raise your glasses, this toast is for you.

Finally, I raise my glass for myself. For fighting with insecurities that would keep me from registering a true feeling of love. For never wanting to go down a path of destruction in another relationship. I toast to a greater understanding of why people say that "patience is a virtue" and why we must trust in God to keep us away from harm. My own experiences have altered the way I approach life; mind, body, and spirit. Now my perception is clearer. So for all of us who have become better people due to the storms we had to endure in our lives, this toast is for you!!!

Second Poem:

His Recipe

He stirs in a mixture of lust and passion, only to stimulate my latest urges. He knows that I crave the kind of tastes that land on his tounge alone. I cant hide the incredible force that pulls us in one direction, closer together. He understands that I long for his touch, moving strong hands all through my essence. He feels that I am lonely without his whispers, uttering low under his breath those three words that only a woman would quiver to hear. He drives ever nerve in my body completely insane with a slight knowledge of his presence and I am captivated by how well he knows how to take over my existance. He seems to formulate in his mind each move before he makes it as if he already knew my reaction. My heart is heavy when he turns to walk away, because somehow I wonder if I'd ever know his touch again. He sillouette feels my warmth as our distance grows with ever step in the opposite direction. I sit in disbelief that I dont know him. I dont know what makes him uncontrollable when his love is near mine. I cant understand why he grasps the pillows before releasing his pent-up repressions. I thought I knew how to make him mine but I only realized how to make him feel good. How to make him a man. Yet he figured me out, quickly. Or maybe he just knew from experience what a woman would enjoy. Maybe he knew that we love to be held, so thats why he took me in his arms. Or maybe he knew where to mix in his recipe, knowing that I would never turn him down. Unfortunately, he knew how to get in my head and

make me think this was our recipe when in actuality there was no me, just him.

Third Poem:

Unwritten Confession (My fav)

I continued to stare at this blank piece of paper, expecting the words to appear.With a fully confused heart, I anticipated a free flowing array of words yet my hand never moved.

Everything that needed to be said was trapped inside my thoughts and I couldn't for the life of me share how I truly felt.

I needed to express how you made me feel without ruining what we had.

My love for you has grown far beyond just a friendly matter; however, you'll never comprehend.

Because when my focus is glued on you, my entire world falls still.

Lost in a fantasy land full of our sensual embrace, I never wanted to come to reality.

Arms holding, hands caressing, lips kissing the essence I posses, I imagined our steady growth.

I saw your face in my dreams and my heart skipped a beat.

But no words would escape from my thoughts to my hands allowing my pen to finally break the emptiness on this blank piece of paper.

So I continued to stare, praying for a release to take place.

Contemplating what must be done the next time I am in your presence, I began to silently weep.

Each tear told a story as they brought life to this unwritten confession.

And before I knew it, entire paragraphs were forming through the tsunami-like waves that consumed my composition.

This hidden proclamation was destined for your eyes only, however, your soul must interpret it.

So to you I gave this blank peice of paper that declared my mystified thoughts.

And with its obvious desolation, I was finally satisfied knowing my feelings were felt though they were apparently unwritten.

All my oldie but goodie poems from back in my writing days... I have been writing alot lately so hopefully I'll have a few more poems to post soon enough.

Until next blog, remember: WORDS ARE MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!