Some poetry I did earlier this week.
I looked at you tenderly
You looked at me cunningly
I was staring
The beauty of you
forever daring
Now its your name
WIth words i am swearing
I loved you
and you're not caring
Inspired by going to the beach. A much needed break during these mid-terms.
Me preforming my second poetry video. My favorite poem is the second one. Enjoy and let me in on some feedback. Thanks to the inspiration of Open mic night.
so sad to hear about this, this morning.
Andres Guardado an 18 year-old Latino boy who was shot 7 TIMES on his knees in LA. Got scared when police approached him in the middle of a conversation with 2 girls. Andres ran down the driveway, got on his knees and put his hands behind his head UNARMED. They broke all the cameras and took the DVR, which they pulled a warrant for.
He was at his job as security. It was his second job. He was paying for school.
They’re trying to cover up the murder!
JUSTICE FOR ANDRES
My tenth writing in the 30 day challenge.My Favorite Weather Phenomenon.
Ever since I was a child. I absolutely loved the rain. The rain always put a sense of ease to my doubts. Releasing all the tension. In Florida, you can always tell when it’s about to rain because it gets really windy. Stormy clouds start showing and that’s when you knows it’s time to find shelter. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve walked in the rain. I was usually disturbed and felt belittled from walking in the rain. Until I felt in on my pores. Flowering over me like a garden shower, drenching the toxic sweat glimmering of doubt and fear. I felt safe here. Here in the rain. Just the rain and me and for a moment, nothing exist. I even remember playing in the rain at Dr. Philips.
Yoga is the breathe
Reaching in depth
Of my soul
No longer playing the role
Here iam me
In the sea of beings
That are free
Move with me
Breathe my air
I can feel my spirit
Under my closed eyes stare
Through vinyasa
Through meditation
I find the spirit
Of liberation
Setting the cold stones upright
Keeping it warm through the night
With each movement
I fight
For the strength to carry on
Just a young writer who was interrupted by Life, love. Children, deceit and fairytales. May the force be with us.
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