Category Archives: Poetry

I wake in the middle of the night
After a long day
Then write what comes to mind

Given time or not
I begin to blog and jot
Moods in different things

My writing soothes my mind
Surrounded in my life of stress
Thoughts of my life and what it’s like
Or what it’ll end up to be

Writing is everything to me
Happy, sad, mad, upset
It doesn’t matter
It all comes out being said from the heart

I know that I said words don’t mean a thing
But it depends on the contexts

Sometimes words don’t mean a thing
However writing says it all
Truths and facts it says everything

Usually from the heart and soul
the words form the whole making it complete

Just listen to what’s being said
You may learn something new that may have never been knowledgable in your head before

Writing is good in journal or in bed, at work or school or a park even more

Doesn’t matter where or when
Writing can clear your mind and be your friend

In the middle of the night or even during the day
Doesn’t matter when or what you write
It helps you bring your thoughts to life
Bringing your life in brighter light

Like a mirror I gaze into the lake
I see my reflection, reliving my past and present seeking out my future

Seeing amazing and beautiful women gazing back at me, I realize how blessed I am

Like a mirror I gaze into the lake
Saying your no Cinderella or mistake
You are the way that God created you to be
The masterpiece he saw for me

Like a mirror I stay and stare
Looking at the beautiful face looking back at me
As I look eye to eye at who I have become in front of me
Realizing that I am truly lucky to just be me

Like a mirror I gave at a large wide open ocean and here is what I see
I see a space full of future possibilities

So now I ask myself
Next time I look into that mirror
what will I see
I ponder this question as I travel throughout my path before me

One day I shall see my story
But for now it remains a learning lesson and mystery

Like a mirror I gaze at me

Listen to the beat, Listen to the best
Feeling it throb within my chest
Listen to the beat, feel it within your feet

Listen to the sound
Feel your heart pound
It’s a feeling that you can feel
A feeling that you can’t control

Listen to the beat, listen to the beat
It’s creating your body and soul
The beat is what makes you whole

Breaking down the good from the bad
Turning you from alone to totally in love
Bringing you from the quiet downs
Pulling you up to the highs above

Listen to the beat, listen to the beat
It’ll begin to move your feet
Helping you to move again
Brining you from the outs of life to the door that brings you in

Listen to your heart, it always guides your way
Listen to the beat, as it goes boom boom boom

Listen to the beat it never lies to you
Listen to the sound, let it lead you wherever you go

Words can’t bring me down
No matter what they say
I can stand my ground
For that is the only way

I am beautiful
That’s what matters
Words don’t mean a thing

Words can’t bring me down
I can stand my ground
That’s the only way

They can try and tear my heart apart
They can try and tear me down
They just can’t bring me down
Words don’t mean a thing

Tears may fall
My emotions may run
My heart may feel the beat
But no one can tear me down
I shall hold my ground
I can stand my ground
Words can’t bring me down

You don’t know who I am inside
You don’t know a thing about me
You try to run me and rule me, but you don’t know a thing about me
You think you know it all
but in life you don’t know a thing that comes and goes until you’ve passed it thru
When you think that you’ve got it all matched up in the palm of your hand and that you can run the show
That is when I have to say again once more you don’t know a thing
You don’t know a thing about me
You can try to change and put void in my life, but you can’t because you don’t know what I like or hate
You don’t know me,my life or even who I am
You just don’t know who I really am
You don’t know a thing inside of the small things that I hide.
You just don’t know me like you say or think that you do. You don’t know a thing about me. Who I am, or my life.You don’t know me as I know myself. You don’t know who I am inside. You pretend as if you know it all. You don’t cry or get upset. You just come in like you are mr high king that you think you can pull me in school.