So I guess that leaves me to contribute..
I started writing when I could learn to write a hiku. Matter of fact that's what i started writing first was hiku's when I was like 9 yo if i can recall. I first wrote a solid poem after coming home to find my adoptive father dead in the house we all shared, that shit hit hard, I was like about 13 or so, i didn't know how to deal with it because i didn't really have any comfort from within (family). So I turned to the paper and pen, the music was already my comfort but my pen and composition book was what gave me comfort. I released a lot of my deepest feelings into those books. And I still do, everything I've endured I write it down and turn it into poetry. Since then it's been on, 13years total in dedication of birthing poetry after poetry... I did went into a breakdown for like 6 years or so, after losing my first love, i just couldn't touch the pen and paper no more, untill 2008 I touched it again and best believe I came thru with poery after poetry because I had so much to vent about, all that weight I was carrying was finally taken off my shoulders and felt released from that burden. Just last year I started performing and I find that to be very comforting as well, I'm also learning to play the sax and the guitar so I can recite my poetry over these instruments.. I find that intriguing..
Here is one of my favorite pieces, altho I have many but everytime I read this, I'm like Cheaaa...go nita haha.
when does it become unbearable
when did it become unspoken
no words to convey, describe, or lend to the bare or the broken.
a head full of thought and a heart full of love
culminated in majesty, drenched in confusion
this hearkened intelligence confides in nothing but hopeful illusion.
fevered by an Element, so vain in aura
feeding false enamor and dead pursuit
betraying the fancy, drowning in everything that nothing seems to constitute.
all the while, Element costly divides time
multiplies his empty promises and abundance of lies
equating tremor that subtracts the honesty of purity in her eyes.
unknown it may be, yet so conniving convinced
benefit of a doubt stemmed from her remaining emotion
then predictably heartbroken upon tragic realization, falsifying her sincerest devotion.
purple scar hides deep in the pocket of remembrance divine
embellishing in the emptiness to which she condones
worth is simply measured by the time in the unknown she spends alone
tender words roll into eternity from the lips of kin simplicity
declaring her grandeur and regal personality, sensuality of all humanity
she is a woman of time and humility, given enough love to save and bond all in unity.
trending cycles can not, will not and do not bring her down
for every time her lashes accompany a tear, and her face paints ill
there is a child born with given reason that creates irony and rebuilds her will.
molded of gold flecks, outlined with pearls and embellished with jade
priceless is the mother of the earth, and the daughter of Heaven
angels her shadow, miracles her Life - she is the chosen that magnifies the ubiquity of stars times seven.
And I also want to mention, use this thread to drop any of your favorite poetic pieces, so maybe others can be inspired to write as well..
I fail to mention... Don't sleep on bodyslam either! every other week, new beats are posted to write too... feel free to enter the cypher!
Peace!