The Writer’s Escape (Poetry Block 48)

I wrote myself a boat

And attached wings to the sail

It was all made of paper

But my ship sails in the air

My imagination does the writing

As my eyes envision the outline

My hand creates the finished masterpiece

As right before me it all comes to life

The colors dance off the pages

And the words inspire the movement

Like a conductor conducts his orchestra

I’ve set my escape passed an illusion


 

Poet’s Thoughts:

I find this poem to be unique to the way a writer’s mind works. Or, at least the way mine works anyway. This is the way I see my writing, beyond the borders of the pages in which the words are written on. The ending simply means I can see passed the horizon, passed limitations because there are none when it comes to creativity. 

Wiping Tears (Poetry Block 47)

Being held at such a high point

The rope is already in place

With an X on the floor where two feet stand

My own death becomes staged

So I cut the rope down

As tears start surrounding

I give death an open invitation

And still he can’t find me

But every time I’m ready to go on

And leave all this behind

What appears as divine intervention

Saves the soul still locked inside

I never give it any thought

But only to think it better if I go away

Then a hand touches the shoulder

And somehow inside I’m saved

Understanding that maybe it wasn’t my time to leave

I accept that God is always near

I can now have my moment to grieve

As I’m wiping the remaining tears


 

Poet’s Thoughts:

In one of many, of my dark times, I cried a lot, actually…I cried through all of it.  And in this particular moment, I had tried different things to rid myself of being in this world and every time I tried, it backfired.  I laugh about it now because when I think about this time in my life, I remember it like it was yesterday.  Something always happened where I couldn’t follow through and of course, that most certainly had to be God, in his own way telling me, Nope! Sorry, not your time yet, my child.  I laugh in the sense of believing he wasn’t there through any of it or that he didn’t want to be a part of any of it, but he was there.  And he was watching and suffering too!  Because he knew my reasons, but he also knew what he had planned for my future.

Mended (Poetry Block 46)

He touched me without really touching me.

Well, his words did, in the most sincere way.

I remember feeling a certain change when I held my hand over my heart.

Within each beat I felt relief, healing and love.

Perhaps, it was the tone he used, or the words spoken that began the mending.

Whatever it was, I had not felt that way before.

 

The problems I spoke of, he always found solutions for.

Something I was too stuck on not finding.

He didn’t know me from anyone and still he stayed and listened.

Never finding fault in what I considered failure.

Helping me see the bigger picture.

Giving me cause to hope.

 

Where had he been all my life?  I began to wonder.

Tears of joy fell behind a screen he couldn’t see out of.

And I was grateful for that.

Without truly knowing him, he head done more for me than I could have done for myself.  At that time.

We might have been miles apart, but his words encouraged me.  They moved me.

 

He took the time to be there for me.

And it grew from there.  The love did.

My heart, down to my soul, was mended.

And all because he cared.  He truly cared.

 

What more can you say about a person like that? A man, especially.  It’s rare.


 

Poet’s Thoughts:

This poem was written at a time in which we only spoke through Facebook Messenger and both never knowing if we’d ever meet.  We spoke on a daily basis through messenger for a bit until we were able to talk on the phone.  And in times where messaging each other lapsed, the very next time he messaged me he would explain what had happened.  Not that I asked for it, but he felt he needed to explain.  In messaging him about things I was going through, he helped me see another perspective to my problem, as well as a solution to it.  He helped clear my mind by talking to me and not down to me.  No matter how many times I had fallen in these times, he still remained highly optimistic and later I found out things he was going through at the same time, but he felt to be there for me.  And when needed, I returned the favor in whatever way I could.  It was the little things back then that we did for one another that helped build our foundation and now we have little and big things that continue to keep our foundation strong.

The Foundation (Poetry Block 45)

I love him.  And I will always love him.

His smile is my main focus.

His heart will beat with my heart, as one, because this is the place we always come back to when we’re together and when we’re apart.

If his chin should ever point down, then I will lift it with understanding. Until our very eyes have met with purpose.

If his feet should ever get heavy, then I will carry him with comfort.  My feet are not so weary, but we press on together.  Such is to walk as a pair.

My hands will hold him when his hands are too tired from holding himself.

My lips will kiss away any bruises his body endures throughout his journey.  And I will hug whatever emptiness attempts to linger within.

He is not perfect.  But, he is perfect to me.

And if ever the day comes and I see his tears, I will catch them in the palm of my hand, and blow them into blessings to be scattered in the wind.

For he is not alone.  He will no longer be alone.  Even if we are separated by miles or by hours.  Loneliness is not something he wears.

Home is more than just a building, and it’s where he belongs. And for me, home is in my heart.  So he will never be homeless.

Because I love him.  And I will always love him.


 

Poet’s Thoughts:

This one made me cry when I first wrote this poem down because I was channeling obstacles that were intervening with us being together.  And now, come to think about all of that and to see where we’ve come, makes me super proud we didn’t let those obstacles win.  As individuals, we both have experienced our own types of hell and have met face to face with our demons and we both knew succumbing to them would only bring us down.  But, with that being said, sometimes, one of us is down and the other knows what to do without being asked.  The wonderful thing about this tag team love we have is that one is willing to travel that darkness, if one of us falls, to save that person and bring them out.  And, when either one of us falls, a lot of the times we know we have to pick ourselves up before falling all the way down, because of where it might lead.  We’ve come to help each other deal in these challenges together.  There was one incident in which I felt so defeated and deflated and he stood on his knees and looked me straight in the eyes and begged me not to go there to that place, because without me, he couldn’t survive…he couldn’t survive “us” without me and that’s all it took for me to snap the hell out of where I was going.  And I remember thinking, damn, if that’s not love, then I don’t know what love is.

Love Runneth Over (Poetry Block 44)

It’s overflowing.  Overflowing.  Overflowing.

And each time it is given.

It comes back.

 

It’s unconditional because it knows no limits.

And it is peaceful because it is understanding.

It’s overflowing.  Overflowing.  Overflowing.

 

It can be felt.

And it can also be received.

It’s unconditional because it is understanding.

 

From the smile.

To the laughter.

From the kiss.

To the hug.

From the smallest gesture.

To the biggest surprise.

 

It’s overflowing.  Overflowing.  Overflowing.

And each time it is given.

It comes back.

 

It’s unconditional because it knows no limits.

And it is peaceful because it is understanding.

It’s overflowing.  Overflowing.  Overflowing.

 

It can be felt.

And it can also be received.

It’s unconditional because it knows no limits.

 

It cannot be tamed.

And  it is never forced.

It is more than appreciated.

 

It does not falther.

And it allows for heartfelt purpose.

It cannot be tamed.

 

It serves as a stronghold.

And yet it is also free.

It does not falter.

 

From the moment it starts.

To the infinite end.

From the words spoken.

To the gentlest touch.

From the beautiful memories.

To the well spent time.

 

It cannot be tamed.

And it is never forced.

It is more than appreciated.

 

It does not falter.

And it allows for heartfelt purpose.

It cannot be tamed.

 

It serves as a stronghold.

And yet it is also free.

It does not falter.


 

Poet’s Thoughts:

While all of my poems are favorites, this one from the Love and All Its Condiments collection, is my ABSOLUTE favorite.  The way this poem describes our Love is absolutely perfect and on point.  While many will state this love is rare, my answer is at least you know it exists, rare as it might be.  I never thought somebody (outside of God) could love me 100%+ and I never thought the feeling would remain the same, every time I felt it.  I’m always thinking of him over myself and I know he is always thinking of me over himself which ends up balancing out and is quite funny how it works.  If I’m eating and he is not, for example, I will stop eating to offer my plate to him and he will either accept or decline depending if he’s hungry.  And while the food was meant for me, I, we, always see “us”.  Nothing in this beautiful relationship is ever one or the other, it is always “our” problem, “our” issue, “our” focus, “our” challenge, “our” accomplishments.  We support each other and comfort one another without any thought and without thinking it a burden.  The love we truly feel for each other helps us benefit from each other and keeps smiles shining, hearts full and joy sparking.