New poem!

I've never met expectations
Or been what others wanted me to be
My words have always been my outlet
My voice when I could not speak
When you think of a poet
I know you may not picture me
Don't judge me by my hair
Or my girlish ways
My sparkly top
And high-heeled shoes
Self-proclaimed Barbie
Ask anyone and they'd say that's just me
But I'm no shallow puddle
I am unique
The beauty is that I can be anything
Make you laugh
Make you cry
Make you listen to me
The thing is it took awhile to find this space
So watch out for me
I won't be silenced
Or be put in a corner
I'm here to leave my mark
Your subconscious will feel me
So don't count me out
I'm here to stay
And if you give me a chance
You just might
Be
Blown away

Poem #3

Welllll I didn't write yesterday. I felt really disappointed in myself, so I have resolved to write 2 poems today. I wrote 1 this morning and hopefully will write again this evening. Without further ado, here it is:

Madness swirls around me
There is chaos at every turn
I'm searching for the exit
Some way to get out
Desperate for the light
Amidst all this darkness
I only need to focus
I close my eyes
And summon the peace withing
I pray it's where I left it
Hope it's not dwindling
Everything slows down
A tornado in turtle speed
I resurrect my calm
It settles on me like a haze
I exhale
And face the world

Poetry

It's National Poetry Writing month. I had the pleasure of attending an open mic event that featured Spoken Word extraordinaire Marc Marcel. To say the least, I left inspired so I decided to take on the challenge of a poem a day for the month of April. Can I do it? We'll see. So without further ado, here's today's poem.

Words flow through my bloodstream
Creativity seeps through my pores
Inspiration strikes like a lightning bolt
And moves my pen across the page
This need
Engulfs me
Surrounds me
Feeds me
This need to inject my verse in this world
Occupies my every thought
Takes over everything
Until there's nothing left
I have to get it all out
Leave it all on the page
Until there is nothing left to be said
I must keep going
My mind working faster than my hand
And then
Just as quickly as it appeared
The muse leaves me
Breathless
Wanting
Shell of a poet
Waiting to be struck again