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Haven't written in awhile
Don't know why I wait so long
When April comes, poetry is strong
So much going on, in life
There's plenty to write about
Never wanted to stick out
Played the background
Thought that was where I belonged
I too have a story to tell
Each day, this April, maybe you'll
Get to know me well
Maybe you'll see the light in me
Finally shining from all the darkness
Maybe you'll relate to my story
Maybe you'll want to share
There's a testimony in these words
I hope you wish me well

#AprilisNationalPoetryMonth #NaPoWriMo

Yeah ... that.

You ever been with, around or close to someone
Who makes you feel so much?
Amplifies every color?
Makes your skin glow from the slightest touch?
Finishes your sentences
And invades your thoughts?

Yeah, that.

That one who notices every little detail
From how you wear your hair
To the faintness of your perfume smell
How your brow raises in thought
Or when your mood changes
He's right there cheering you on
Arms wide open, hugging you so warm

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much
He laughs at your corny jokes and such
His gaze is so focused, you are afraid he'll see right through you
And when your eyes meet his
He feels the complete you

Yeah.
That.

Too bad, he's the guy across the street, or behind the counter
Or he's taken by another
Or he's just a figment in your dreams
Yet you keep holding on to the feeling
That one day he'll notice you and wake you up

©2015 Sharbi3

dis-jointed dedicated 2 my brothers & siSt⭐rs

“dis-JOINTED”

I’ve been holding this in for awhile now
I think that it's time for us to have a sit down
a face to face a conversation
there are some things that need discussing
first, I miss you
I apologize for not standing up for you
for trying to hold it down on my own
but since you started to neglect yourself
and place blame on everyone else but yourself
I didn't know what to do
but to distance myself from you
now I see that it was wrong of me
to leave you in your time of need
we are made for each other
complimentary colors,
mixtures of different hues
the plight we share
as each generation grows
is the same
but the foundation
has crumbled and is beginning to fade

so I ask that we pitch in
and get to work
it's gonna get messy
and some feelings may get hurt
individually
we have been carrying a great weight
and the longer we allow this burden
to sink us further
I fear that there will be a day
we will not be able to reach each other

so today I ask
that we stop the disrespect
stop running and stand your ground
that we acknowledge each other
and not tear our spirits down
not give into meaningless
degradation
but that we work on
rebuilding this foundation
find the trust for one another again
that we come together
and stand united, brotha to sistah
friend to friend
arm in arm we not surrender
or give into the fears
that have been plaguing
our communities, our psyches
for so many years
let not another stake be wedged
between us
let's defend this
space that we have
between us
by bridging the gap
so tight, and enforcing
this connection
with all our might

so my brotha, my sistah
do you forgive me?
as I have forgiven you ...

© sharbi3 2006

#Untitled

Perhaps,
if I believed in wishes,
more would come true
Reality sets in,
shaded a grayish blue
I bring my own personal sunshine
It's the only way to be
When your heart is set on
making dreams
possibilities
All to often,
our minds trick us
Making believe
that what's out there,
is not for us
Who's to say
what promises have been made?

Like Langston said
so long ago
"Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams go, life is a barren field frozen over with snow..."

And I say,
stay the course,
although obstacles may appear
If you forget your dreams,
Or put them to the side
Even your own personal sunshine
May run and hide

©2015 Sharbi3

writing SOMETHING cold

i wanted to write something 

 S o m E T H i N G 

 just joking, Ha! 

 listening 2 D'Angelo 
tellin' me 2 send it on
 i realize that 
i 
do 
not 
like
winter 

 or  cold 
 it's chill y frost y

        without warmth 

 of another person near 

 2 snuggle 
chill away 
 tell me spring is on it's edge 

 that's not what I wanted to write either 

 just a sentimental feeling 

 about how much 
i actually 

hate 
winter 

 i always remember my favorite poem 
by Robert Frost                     Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening 

... i have miles to go before I sleep, 
              miles to go before I sleep 

alert to all that is going on around me 
 trying to decide 
where to focus this energy 
 manifesting in me 
 as the universe conspires 
 for me
 to bring me 
to a place 
it says is for me 
be around those 
that are (in)for me 
 want to be with me in spirit, guidance, learning,
 adding more roots to my tree 

 I do not like this time of year 
with consumerism, 
there is no cheer for me 
 celebrating a fake baby 
that did nothing for you 

or me 

not succumbing
 to a fallacy 
 bright and shining star is already present 

 within me 
 i am present, 
 gift  me 
      you are my gift 
 my treasure 
here on earth 

 but i am not seen 
 beneath the dark, cold sky 

 twinkling 
in my eyes 
 hidden by shadows 
  moonlight has yet to capture 
out side crisp night air, 
(in)side a heated space
i will lay my head down 
 dream of sandy beaches 
far away 
 where  warm waves 
of ocean caress my feet 

 i will dream away these winter blues 
believing in warmth 

 summer's radiant hues 
 i'll put on my fuzzy socks 

creating friction
remove chill from my feet 
as i cocoon myself in cotton blankets 

 did i remember to write something?

  S O M E T H I n G 

 i 
do 

not 
like 

 winter 

 it's too cold 

my thoughts are frozen 

(c) 2014 Sharbi3

9.5/30 - Melancholy in the Interim

9.5/30 from napowrimo.net :

"And now, our (optional) prompt. Today’s prompt was suggested by Bruce Niedt. Here’s Bruce’s explanation: take any random song play list (from your iPod, CD player, favorite radio station, Pandora or Spotify , etc.) and use the next five song titles on that randomized list in a poem.

Happy writing!"

Melancholy in the Interim

Daaam, 

screaming 

why 

you 

couldn't 

do the right thing?

I've always 

been here for you

through 

the times 

when your sorrows 

painted 

the skies 

blue

When 

you 

were 

so caught up 

in your dreams, 

your 

rapid eye movement 

drew up plans 

for your next

scheme

Never realizing 

that you 

weren't trapped

in a tunnel 

subversively stuck 

underground

You 

only needed 

for your thoughts 

to wind down

A relief 

just to bring 

back 

your 

peace of mind

Wanting 

subconsciously 

to hear the roar 

when the people cheer

Yet 

your ears 

were too clogged 

with the negatives 

of 

your imagination

Sadly, 

standing here 

above the ground 

where 

you're 

now 

interned

I wish 

you 

would have 

held on 

a little longer

Instead 

you 

gave up, 

couldn't wait 

until 

it was 

your 

time 

to shine

There's now no next time...