Month: February 2009

  • I Am Some Kind Of Woman

    So… Something I wrote. I like it. Feedback please. (Shout out to Larry who gave me the idea!)

     

    I am some kind of woman and I dare you to disagree

    I could pour my soul out before you and you’d never understand me

    You see this soul… MY SOUL… is constantly overflowing

    With pain, pleasure, promise, and praise and I’m still growing

    The ‘me’ you knew just yesterday is so far from the ‘me’ today

    I could point you in all the right directions and you’d never come my way

    The pieces to my puzzle are scattered, they aren’t for you to find

    You could try to fit them one by one, but you’d never unlock my mind

    I’M UNDEFINED

    The definition of me is one that has yet to be discovered

    Study every book and find I’m the one topic that hasn’t been covered

    Because you cant learn anything about me from simply reading

    I’ll tell you everything you need to know and you still wont believe me

    I am the daughter of every mother… every woman is within

    His rib begat my rib and that is only where my story begins

    The wisdom of grandmothers passed is stored inside my cerebral safe

    The determination of mothers raising fatherless sons paves my way

    The strength of sisters taking care of siblings fuels my spirits daily

    The pride of daughters looking up to me is what continues to save me

    My heartbeat pounds like the biggest drum sounds from Mother Africa

    My stare is as cold as the coldest winter in the coldest corners of Antarctica

    Every woman from every corner of the world has some trace inside this one

    Each of them is a part of me and there is nothing that can make me undone

    I am this and that woman; she is me…I am her… that may be too hard to see

    But I am some kind of woman, if you doubt me, try me, I dare you to disagree.

     

    ISLYmore © 2/19/09

  • Mothers/Fathers

    (Topic: Mothers, Style: Diamante, Emotion: Random – None )

     

    Mothers

    Beautiful, Powerful

    Caring, Nursing, Shouldering

    Women, Daughters, Sons, Men

    Protecting, Teaching, Braving

    Strong, Wise

    Fathers

     

     

    ISLYmore © 2/18/09

  • I Pray

    yeah so im back… dont know how long. cant really say. but i hope you enjoy the next few pieces i present. please, feel free to comment.

     

    I pray today that some day you’d sway my way

    They say… speak it into existence, this instant I claim

    No fame, no games, no shame, and no reign

    Unless you bless me with this gift – your name

    A flame, my soul has grown for a face that I have never known

    I own every thought of him, because of him every emotion is shown

    I can’t deny that I have tried to hide the feelings I have for him

    He belongs to me, my mystery that I have yet to decide to begin

    Because decoding it would be too quick, I want to savor all of this

    Starting with the touch I crave and the kisses that I already miss

    As if they exist or did in a past, if so I’ve yet to remember them

    So each time I pray you sway my way that day I wont have to pretend.

     

    ISLYmore © 2/16/2009

  • Father

    So… I’m experimenting. If you dislike it.. let me know… if you like it… let me know. Either way. I flipped cards. (Style: Terza Rima: A-B-A, B-C-B, C-D-C, D. Topic: Father(s), Emotion: Dried Up)

     

    My father never told me he loved me, the man never said a single word

    Hatred stirred and the venom spread, as if this pain would never finish

    Because he never said goodbye, only the slam of a door is what I heard

     

    Years I awaited this man’s return, the tears that streamed my face had no limit

    Until they ended when I realized… that man was never really coming back

    And it didn’t matter how I felt, it didn’t matter how much or hard I pretended

     

    He was never there for me, to me he didn’t even exist, this is simply a fact

    That the man I wanted in my life for all my life, didn’t even have a place

    So I’ve left the dreams of that man in the past right next to the father I lack

     

    And now I’m not ashamed to admit… …that I can’t even remember his face.

    2/9/2009 © ISLYmore