Poem: Home

It is time to go.

Back to the place that holds too much.

The spot where bridges are built and where they have been broken.

This is the places that knows me more than I could ever know myself.

I want to walk the streets that have no end.

I want to sit and watch the cars pass me by.

Go to end and just stand and listen to whatever sound the road bring.

Then travel the roads that are hidden in the dirt.

Look both ways, but still too afraid to cross the street.

I want to stand where the trees no longer barre shade.

The dirt roads lead to an adventure that you could never see.

The travels are long, but time is gone before it even began.

Where the houses are far away, but they feel so tight together.

This place holds everything, but it never got full.

Everyone knows you, but no one knows your name.

This is where I want to go.

Home.

Poem: My Place

I never thought this day would come

That I would want and yearn for this place.

I used to think that I was better than this place.

I hated the trees that surrounded me.

That gave me air to breath in your heartful fate.

The rain that would come and stay.

The cold of it make you hate it.

Now When it rains you want the cold that it brings.

I realize that I am this place

That I did not need this place.

Why am I here?

There is nothing going on but lost and hurt.

And I did not want to feel that anymore this was not my desire this was my home.

The day I left I made myself a solidum vowel.

That I would never return.                                      

Now I look out the window and wait

I hope for the rain

I hope for the cold

I hope for the faces of people that are gone.

The storm that passed

That made me who I am.

Now All I think about is my home.

Fun and done

What is it like to have fun? I honestly do not know if I must say so. The last time that I actually had fun would have to be almost three years ago. This is year has been really hard in more ways than one, and everyday it seems to get harder. There seems as if the end is no where in site. I just want to have a day where I am just chilling with my family like we used to, but I learned that it will never happen like that again.

When I go home it just does not feel the same. The vibe is just completely different. Nothing feels the same. It starts with people, then the environment. There is always places that I used to go to that I cannot go to anymore, for either it is not there, or the person is dead. I just wish everything can go back to normal. The one thing I learn about life is nothing will ever be normal as we get older that is apart of life. That is the sacrifice we all have to learn to make.

Another thing tennis is back!!!!! I cannot wait.

Poem: Heart

This is something that I never could imagine

A sense that I never knew I had.

An emotion that I never knew how to show.

I will never forget that day

When it all came to me as once,

But I am always trying to forget the day

It all came down like the Niagara Falls.

It went just as soon as it came.

It was all my fault, yet I almost blame you.

Was it something that I said,

Or was it my actions towards the unknown.

All I can say is that I was wrong.

You held me when I was down, even though you were down.

I was evil,

Yet you were kind.

I was need,

And you gave me your heart.

One day I hope to right this wrong,

And have you back in our home.

Deep down I know it cannot be.

There was an angel needed, and you were the one to answer that call.

Now I just wait and prey, hoping that feel me giving my heart to you.

Where I am from Part 1

This past week I found myself giving an little education about where I am from. I am originally from Orrville, Alabama. It is a small little town in Dallas county, about 15 minutes outside of Selma. Selma, Alabama which is know for it racism during the civil right movements, in my opinion has not change that much. Granted, I have never really asked anybody what it was like then, but from my observation nothing seems to have change that much. Everything is just now done in silence.

When I think about my hometown, I think about a couple of things. The first thing that I think about are the people. They are some of the reason that I am the person I am today. You can never find anybody without a backstory that is compelling, yet complicated. I learn some of my greatest life lesson from sitting around my grandmother porch listing to their stories that they would tell. I never in my life, even this day have I been around a group of individuals that did not have show compassion to everyone that they came across. No need for me to lie and say that everyone was an angel, but there are some individuals that were not good. For almost every 10 good people you met there were about 2 bad ones also. It is great place to grow up in, or visit.