Poetry time

I just wrote this poem in less than 5 minutes. I was feeling a bit lonely and the words just came to me.

Can we talk?
I’m longing for more than just artificial words matched with artificial actions
Let’s talk about what is life
Our dreams, our goals
Let’s talk about books and music
Can we talk about our feelings?
Let’s talk about what drives us mad
Also what it means to be glad
How have we gone this long without discussing all of that
Can we talk?
I would love to talk about what love means to you
Who was it that hurt you
Can we talk?
Can we talk about me?
Ask me what it means to be me
How do I view love and we can talk about everything in between
I would just love to talk to you
So please can we talk with just us two

 

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Poetry time

I’ve been going through a lot of self discovery. I’ve been learning to appreciate and I’ve come to realize that I am an amazing woman. I’m beautiful, intelligent, creative, compassionate, and loving. I needed to write a poem to reflect that self discovery and here it goes:

Standing in My Glory by Consuela Perry

Amazing woman that I am
I don’t need a man
Not to see my worth
Because what he sees could never compare to what I have inside of me
Warmth, love
Creativity and passion
I’m bursting at the seams with a boundless trove of compassion
They say a good woman is hard to find
But here I am standing in all my glory
Begging, pleading for someone to see me
Me for who I am
That I’ve finally given up and learned to accept me for me
Here I stand in all my glory
To finally accept the beauty that’s within me

My first open mic night

Last night I had so much fun! Last night I participated in my first open mic night and it was amazing. I read four poems last night. I had only planned on reading two but we still had some extra time left over. I’ve been looking to get more involved with the arts community in my town and last night I took a leap and did something incredible. I honestly felt like I was in my element surrounded by like-minded people who appreciate the arts. It was really thrilling!!! I also see it as a great opportunity to network and meet new people who share that same creative spark like me. Just because of me going I found out about ither ilopen moc night events in the surrounding areas. I am sooo excited!!!

 

 

Hip-hop good and bad

Hip-hop is one of my favorite music genres, but sadly hip-hop has disintegrated over the years. It’s just not what it once was. True hip-hop to me has always been about storytelling and technique, but it doesn’t seem like it takes much skill these days. I was listening to “Faded” by Tyga ft. Lil Wayne and even though Lil Wayne isn’t necessarily my favorite rapper I have to commend him on his clever word play in one of his lines. (Warning: Explicit language ahead) The line goes like this: “She knows my dick. She call that nigga Richard prior to me comin I had to stick my thumb in…” You see what he did there? Dick is another name for Richard and then Richard Pryor/”prior” was a comedian. I just thought that was so clever. Being an English major I can appreciate little nuggets like that within the lyrics. I just don’t like the direction that hip-hop has been going the past few years. It’s just been bizarre lately like that god awful song “Bodak Yellow” by Cardi B.

Writing out your emotions

Writing for me has always been an outlet it seems. Whenever I’m going through things writing is always there. It’s a way to express myself without feeling judgment from others and lately I have been particularly stressed out and anxious about certain things, which is why I decided to write a poem off the top of my head. I quite often get moments like those when I’m dealing with something and I wish I could just find the right words to showcase how I’m feeling. Here is the poem that I wrote:

I feel like I’m drowning
With no support
Lost at sea with anxiety filled rage
Needing to scream but I can hardly even breathe
I feel like I’m stuck in time
Drowning beyond belief
With nothing in view
But my own fears and insecurities

*I feel like my poetry can be of service to some people. Sometimes people feel like they have no one to understand them, and my goal as a writer is to connect with people, to let others know that they’re not alone in this fight. It’s like one of my favorite Steinbeck quotes says, “A writer, out of loneliness, is like a distant star sending signals.” I always feel that quote so deeply because I truly understand. As a writer we’re trying to find other like us, who understand where we’re coming from. Writing can be a very therapeutic hobby and it can honestly help you assess your feelings and situation.

My chapbook

Ok, so I am a huge procrastinator and I have been wanting to work on my own chapbook of poems. For those who don’t know a chapbook is pretty much a booklet of poems, usually no more than 40 pages. I started putting my poems together and then I stopped, but I want to start back up tomorrow. I already have my theme for my poems. It’s going to be called “Scars.” I think that title is very fitting and goes with my theme because most of my poetry deals a lot with dealing with emotional scars and some physical scars. The idea of my theme being “Scars” just came naturally, as naturally as my poetry came to me. I tried doing everything online and by using Microsoft Word and putting all of my poems in an electronic folders but tomorrow I plan on doing everything old school and using pen and paper to write out all of poems that I want to include in my chapbook. I think it’ll be easier that way. Then I guess my next step will be to find a publisher. If any people out there know any good publishers I would be forever grateful for the guidance!

My writing journey

Every writers journey is different. Everyone has a different process of how they create. Some writers can write everyday and others rather write when they’re hit with inspiration. I’m the latter. I rarely write everyday unless I’m hit with inspiration everyday. I love writing poetry about what I’m going through in the moment or what emotion I’m feeling in that moment. I once wrote a poem about why I write. I think it summed up perfectly the different reasons why I write. Below is my poem:

I write to fill the pain
I write to avoid the pain
I write to understand the pain
I write to embrace the pain
I love to write because I can express who I am
When I feel like no one hears me
I write because sometimes…just sometimes I feel misunderstood
Writing is my release to unleash the pain inside
And sometimes I even create the pain
Pain for whatever…
It really doesn’t matter.
It just gives me something to write about.

*I remember writing this entirely on a whim. I was at work and the words just came to me.