Make It Happen

This poem, for some weird reason, reminds me of a couple poems by a great poet (I believe it was Mr. Frost --I'll check my facts and get back to you), The Road Less Traveled and Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening. For those of you who have read these poems you know my comparison is a bit--on the different side, but w/e as I said before, we all interpret the same things different ways--I have one of those different interpretations. Anyway! This is something motivational from Ms. Ale, she apparently was feeling accomplished when she wrote this piece. This is very inspirational, like you just gotta chase your dreams; reach for the stars and get things done. Like getting some sleep. This will be my last post of the night. It is 5:13am I think it is bedtime (sounds reversed, but hey, I think I have a slight case of insomnia tonight. Bare with me and my sanity today.) Take a look:

Make It Happen

IVE BEEN WORKIIN SO HARD ON THE INSIDE AND OUT TO FEEL BETTER ABOUT ALL THE THINGZ I HAVE DONE SMILING MUCH MORE AS I FEEL LIKE IVE COME A LONG WAY SINCE THE DAYS OF THE CRYING AND SHAME THOSE TEARS ON MY PILLOW EACH NIGHT AS I LAY YET I HAVE SO MANY MORE ROADS I MUST TRUDGE ON GAS UP MY FOOT MOBILE AND GET A MOVE ON I STAY ON THE HUSTLE WITH LOTS ON MY MIND CALCULATED STEPS AS I'M DEH PON DI GRIND BUT THIS TIME AROUND IMA TAKE IT IN STRIDE STOP BITCHING ABOUT THINGS AND JUST LET IT RIDE TAKE STEPS AND FORGET ABOUT THINGS I CANT CHANGE LIKE PEOPLE CONTENT TO BE STUCK IN THEIR WAYS FROM ALL OF THE STRESS AS A YOUNG ADOLECENCE... TO LAUGHING: I TOLD MYSELF I'D MAKE IT HAPPEN...

Self Inflicted

This is another verse from Ale Bernardo (Lorelle). This might sound depressing from the name, but wait until the end, I am sure a few of us can relate and has inflicted some of these wounds personally. Either way, I would like to remind you that each poem means something different to each of us. Read on!

Most of the pain I obtained in my life I complained and I blamed and it made me feel right. So many mountains to move. Too many choices to choose. With nobody who cud get what I’d gone through. I was battling life like the knights of the ages. And tricked to believe all the fairytale pages. Low wages and racists--->a few different phases. While erasing the stages in life that I wasted. Traveling places and caught in amazement. In debt ’cauz I followed the late trends and crazes. Went on shopping sprees until my money was finished. Spending what I know I never had to begin with. Three years and two jobs while juggling class. Struggling everyday just to try an advance. So I’m hurting inside, while I’m burdened. Deprived. I was pointing the blame ’cauz my pain just insisted. But blind to the moon, that my wounds…SELF-INFLICTED.

Let It End

My friend sent me a couple poems that I would like to share with you guys. Some of them are very thought provoking. Some girls might feel connected to her through this piece, some of you might not. Some might say what the Heck?! But hey, you are let into her soul through her pieces. I actually like her work so I post these with her (Ale Bernardo (Lorelle)) permission. Enjoy!

SUMTIMES I SIT BACK N WONDER IF I
WAS DESTINED FOR THIS WORLD
N IF MY PURPSOSE IS IN VAIN
BECAUSE ALL OF THIS PAIN IVE SUSTAINED HAS JUST COME UP AT ME AND TAKEN ME TO SANITY
BUT THEN HE CAME ALONG
MADE ME SMILE
MADE ME WONDER
MADE ME DREAM AT NIGHT
WHEN NO ONE WAS IN SIGHT
HAD ME LISTENING TO RNB
COMPARING IT TO HIM
YET I WILL NOT TELL HIM
I JUST CANT GO THRU WITH IT
CANT HAVE MY HEART TAKEN FOR ONE MORE SPIN
EVERY DUDE I MEET JUST WANTS TO "PUT IT IN"
AND I CANT SAY HE'S DIFFERENT THO MY HEART SAYS HE IS
BUT IVE HEARD THAT BEFORE
AND I TAKE IT IN STRIDE
AND MY FEELINGS DIE DOWN
AND I MOVE TO THE NEXT
SOME SAY: I DUNNO WHAT I COULD'VE LEFT
BUT I SAY IT LIKE THIS
I WOULD RATHER JUSS MISS
HIS LOVE...LET IT END
THEN TO GET HURT AGAIN

Yearning

I sit in the same spot everyday, the sun in my eyes as the warm breeze blows, the shade of the trees on your body and the wind blowing through your hair. I watch you everyday. I see you but you do not see me. And when I stare I do not know that I am not breathing.
But when you speak it is as if I am in heaven. You have taken the best of me.

Everyday I sit at the same spot, I see you but you do not see me.
Everyday as the day grows longer I feel for you but you do not feel for me. And when I breathe again you are lying here beside me under the two palm trees. Soaking in the hot summer sun, knowing that we are not to be.
Yet I dream of you in my arms. This dream is forbidden but,
who shall know that I dream of you, the one that I love, the one in my heart. Only you and I shall know but then again, you know me not.

The Tear

I finally let the tear I have been holding back, roll down my face,
hoping it will clear the darkness.
But then regret takes hold of me,
Guilt grips me by the neck,
I scream, I think someone heard,
But she looks at me, helpless, tears in her eyes.

Closure comes with time,
Regret ends when forgiveness is in reach,
Hopefully when I have forgiven myself…hopefully.

But this story ends as it began,
…With one tear, rolling down my face…
I am afraid forgiveness is not yet in reach,
As I said…closure comes with time
…Yet time has run still…