I WRITE

I write

Love

Fallin in and out

I write

Joy and Pain

Both can make you shout

I write hate

So you don’t feel that energy

I write

Tears

That I don’t want you to see

I write Fear cuz sometimes

Only in the PEN I trust

I write because as a poet I MUST

I write

Secrets that I choose not to keep

I write

The words I’m sometimes afraid to speak

I write

The thoughts of the moment

that would shatter you like glass

But sometimes I throw those same lines in the trash

Sometimes I write many words

Other times few

Sometimes I write lustful, freaky things

If you only knew

I write

Resentment of that foul shit you said

I write

Remorse for that foul shit I did

I write

Passion for things that are good and bad for me

I write

All kinds of shit just to keep my sanity

I write

Anger cuz of that foul shit YOU - did

I write

Laughter just to get me over it

I write fairy tales

From a little girl’s mind

I write lines of music

To sing in time

 LA-LA-LA-LA-LA

 

I write on napkins with eyeliner

When I’m on the run

and I gotta

Get the line out of my head

Cuz the magic could be lost

if I forget

Get home and transfer

Keep the concept and reword

Line it up in poetry

Or frame it up in the songs I sing

Sometimes I just write

When there’s nothing else to do

Sometimes I write

So that I can sing MY OWN blues

I write sometimes

Like an artist possessed

To tell the truth

I think that’s when my art is at its best

Sometimes I write circles

But you see squares

Sometimes I explain it to you

Sometimes I don’t care

I write all about my life

Cuz it may relate to yours

I write to physically purge

Lines from my soul

Sometimes I write lines

Said to be beautiful and bold

But I just write my heart out

so my story can be told.

FIRST FLUTTERINGS

I recall first flutterings

Of your life inside

My womb

I recall that feeling

I just cannot describe

There is a blessing there

Electric pulses that traveled

Through my fertilized ovum

Energy spewed forth by God

To make one who will be none like another

All that he created and placed there

In my womb

Was magic

And I felt it

In those first flutterings

And as you grew there inside of me

We began to connect forever

To bond

As I sang to you

As you stretched my belly with your growth

I would lie on my back

And watch movements of this beautiful

Wonderful and miraculous thing

Of which I am blessed by God

ME YOU SICK

Music

Me-You-Sick

You are so sweet to my soul

You find me when I have been left behind

My lover that fulfills me to climax

Every time

All burdens released in my blues

All love pure and deceitful

In my R&B tunes

Revolution and ego in my hip-hop

Never to be rationalized

Often abused

We evolve

I jump with you into the deep end

Of loneliness and pain that belongs to us only

You are my eternal lover

Dancing within my essence

Sending me to fantasy

That only we share

We are alone

We make love soft and long

Hard and strong

Till I sweat

My sweet, sweet me-you-sick

You hurt me with your melody

I leave you

you draw me to return

I am your love slave

Enslaved and delivered

I commit crimes and deliver blessings

A glorious ménage triose 

Your melody, poetry and me

I cut them who hate me and hear them bleed

I bless those who are in need

You are God, you are the devil

So pure, so evil

You reveal my weakness

till I am exposed and vulnerable

You are my poison and antidote

You charge me with truth

Filling my ears with lies

I love you!

I hate you!

Endless stories you tell

Sealed forever in your song

My sweet jazz of complication

Broken and restored

Take me on a holiday

For I have found a place of sorrow

Lose me in your grace

Evoke dreams of happy colors

Take me away

You are so sweet, so very sweet to my soul

Return my existence to the light

For my heart is void

My lover

Me-you-sick

So sweet to my soul!

 

 

I'M JUST A POET

I’m Just a Poet

I’m just a poet

Full of things to say

Sometimes I rhyme

Sometimes I have no reason

Just passing time away

Because I’m just a poet

Full of things to say

Forming my vocabulary

Artistically upon the page

Sometimes I will make no sense to you

Other times you will get me right on

You may laugh or cry

Reading what I put down

Because I’m just a poet

Full of things to say

Crafting words specifically

In my own crafty way

Dreams and fantasy

Or reality and truth

It’s a piece of me

That I offer to you

Because I am just a poet

Full of words so fancy

And writing poetry

is my sweetest therapy!

GROWN WOMAN INSIDE OUT REFLECTION

GROWN WOMAN

INSIDE OUT REFLECTION

 

I am in grown woman inside out reflection

Looking inside out

Searching for the best woman in me

Sweeping away regret with building blocks of peace

On a foundation of God

And his blueprint of who, what and why I am to be

Daily battling my own mind when it seeks to eat my sanity

And going to war against principalities

Intent on devouring my very being with doubt and hate

I am in grown woman inside out reflection

And just as I carefully choose my hairstyles and clothes

I am working on the inside me

I fell from two damaged trees

Who spewed hatred on me for simply being

And I hated me on the outside and my insides hurt

I knew not the innocence

That was stolen from me

I was a balloon filled up with wanting

Until I was pierced by the mending needle of my blues

So I sing away loneliness and pain

And my testimony is joy like rain

And the virus of darkness that bloated my sorrows

Are now bubbles of therapy

So now I can finally see the possibilities of under water breathing

No longer drowning

I have begun to heal

I will suffer the growing pains

The scabs will begin to peel

And as they fall away

I am renewed

And I can love you because I can love me!

With my words

With my song

Because it heals ME to love

Because GOD is LOVE!

And HE is inside of me!

SMH...

SMH...

Smh
Texting me that you miss me
When you gave me away
Hoping I'm lonely enough to come your way
But I am way over being insane
You can't love me and invite me to pain
I may not have someone
I can call my own
But rather than be with you
I'd rather be alone
You are not the first
To try and return
After hurting the Queen
You had warning
You didn't learn.
Now my love is free
For another to earn
Guess you gotta be Usher
And let it burn.

by Nadira Norjahan