To be or not to be?...

I believe writing is a great outlet to things going on around you. You never know what will happen when u have a blank sheet of paper and a pen. Im encouraging everyone  to go out buy yourself a notebook and promise to write something everyday even if its just a sentence. You will find that there's a poet in all of us... you just have to find it. 

Hmmm....

If life is a stage then where does the audience sit? 

Hmmm....

You know what I ask myself @ times...

Who am I? What am I becoming? Who will I be? 

Strike a Pose...Be a Model

There's a quote by Rosa Parks that states "Each person must live their lives as a model for others." It only takes 2 minutes to say hello and 5 minutes to introduce yourself, the minutes after are precious because you never know what could come of the conversation. Everyone has a voice take the time to reach out to others, because it could be the last voice someone hears. 

when i close my eyes

when i close my eyes and his head lays on my chest, listening to his breathing and his heart beat, watching my angle, my strength, my soul, my love sleep... this deep peaceful sleep. his body limp with relaxation and calm, skin soft, plump rounded nose, perfectly curved lips in the image of his existence. i smile at thoughts of his tiny body which was once buried inside my womb. love stems from him, his smile brightens everyday i have breath, i sit listening taking in and savoring each moment for when i close my eyes forever. 

im not suppose to...

i'm not suppose to be ALONE. everyday i've wished things to be different. if i could turn back time and relive every moment which choreographed my sorrow, broke my heart or made me feel pain. but then i look in the mirror and see this exceptional woman, mature,responsible, a mom, confident, respectable... a woman of such virtue. being alone got me here so i guess i'm not suppose to wish things were different.  

1st Love...

belly swollen 

a gift of love- of flesh and blood 

a tiny bit of heaven

grows... inside of her

deep in the womb small and warm 

dreams of infinite possibilities 

heartbeats bellow like thunder in a storm 

she braces herself... bares down

pain winces off the walls 

little cries escape

tears form river upon her cheeks 

life gave a moment 

precious... rare

she holds him 

he blissfully awakes 

eyes the color of burned charcoal

embraced her heart 

a formal introduction to...

the love of her life 

he... 

his first love