The Power of -tion

This is my obsession

My one true distraction 

One that is of my creation

That always leaves me with elation

It is a narration

Of my frustration

That leaves me with such a sensation

It feels almost like vibration

I don’t do it to seek adoration

I do it to feel my aspiration

I feel like I’m on vacation

So I guess this is a celebration

Of a compilation

Of concentration

And complication

However, this configuration

Is as faint as a constellation

Will there ever be a culmination?

This could be considered a declaration

Of my desperation

Or either an exclamation

Of great excitation

This is a fabrication

But I hope it holds your fascination

And while it may seem I have no hesitation

That is merely an illusion

It is my hope that my innovation

Can be a little bit of an inspiration

‘cuz in a way this is my medication

And my meditation

and perhaps also my motivation

Here is my observation:

Hopefully one day an occupation

But until then an orchestration

A proclamation

A recitation

Maybe eventually a publication

But until then it is merely my revelation

Of my transportation

To my wonderful transformation


(Wow, it has kinda been awhile. I actually wrote this poem about a month ago but didn't have time to record it. Until now, lucky you! Hope you liked it!)

This Feeling

I know not everything needs an explanation because everyone knows YOU already know, so this is just more for my sake. This is the second poem I wrote at midnight. These are my feelings about my new found love/talent/hobby.
 I think I’ve felt what you felt

Even if it was brief

I felt the relief

As I knelt,

Typing, deleting, rewording,

I feel almost for the first time the power,

The desire as sweet as a flower, as breathtaking as a tower,

My beliefs and my deep secrets churning, and yet yearning,

To be released

To be set free

They are the key

These feelings they’re like a beast.

Clawing at my insides,

I had never before known how to calm

But now I have found my balm

As soothing as ocean tides

No longer will I hide, my feelings deep inside

For I have felt my spirit sing

It is like the first day of spring

Now me and my thoughts we are side-by-side

No longer hiding

No longer offended

No longer unattended

No longer pretending

We are outstanding

You might think we are crazed

I know I am feeling a little bit dazed

But we are breathtaking!

Together now,

My thoughts and I

We see eye-to-eye

We make our vow, before we take our bow

Never will we be separated

we will ever be partners in crime

today and for all time,

For we are finally committed.

We are finally comforted

We are finally contented.

* the highlighted part is most definitely my favorite part and it is going to become my ringtone for incoming messages. Yes, I know I am just that cool - aka, lame.

The Question

This recording I feel is more spiritual, pleading, and imperfect. Which kind of goes perfectly with the poem.


This recording is more rehearsed and a lot of the personal connection and emotion is gone but it sounds more polished... I think both are touching but both give a slightly different message.

The Question

A girl with a question of desperation in her eye

I’m just not spiritual like you, why should I even try?

It has haunted me through time,

To explain to you in just the right rhyme,

Begging me to try,

to find the true reason why.

My response I wish now, I could undo.

So here is what I wished I said, without further ado.

I’m not more spiritual than you--it’s true,

That is why I was found without a clue,

You have spiritual divinity, just like me,

And so we both have spirituality,

One does not have more or less,

But rather one pushes forward and one tries to suppress

Spirituality is nothing more than faith, this is real,

At least that is how I feel.

Faith grows like a seed we have heard it been told,

This is such a precious truth don’t let it mold.

Spirituality cannot be measured,

Therefore it should not be compared.

And though now we have taken different paths,

I wish I could help you to diminish your wrath.

You are spiritual whether you believe it or not,

For here are some of the things, to me, you have taught.

Even in the midst of such darkness, a light, your smile can be found,

And even when life is hard, truth will still come around.

Everyone is fighting a battle so you know not to judge,

And so through your trials like a warrior you trudge.

I know I have let you down,

But I still know one day you will wear a crown.

For whether you believe those dark voices

Telling you that you never make the right choices

When going through trials and heartache,

Don’t turn to despair and start to quake,

But turn to our loving Heavenly Father,
Because you are His daughter!

Introduction

Hello everyone,

I have never really done a blog before... or really written poetry that I had before wanted to share.

But I thought that the way I discovered what I generously call a talent (you may consider it otherwise) was quite beautiful. Requiring a special introduction instead of just jumping right in.

It all started on a rather dull afternoon, as the most exciting things in life usually do. I was filling my time on Pinterest (second love of my life). And I found a clip talk given explaining an experiment done to show the results of inequality of payment between monkeys (it was quite hilarious) and so I ended up looking up the whole talk so I could watch the entire thing. Turns out it was a TED talk. If you have ever seen a TED talk you know how awesome they are, but this was my first introduction and it was all it took and I was hooked. A couple talks into it I found talk entitled Sarah Kay: If I should have a daughter... . She was a spoken word performer/poet, I could not believe how much her poems and performance resonated with me. When the talk was over I was left with the desire to hear more and to continue to feel what I can only describe as hearing my spirit sing. Youtube was my next stalking tool and it served me well. Have you ever been so deeply touched by words? Not just their meaning but their sound, their rhythm...their heart--beat. And just when you think you can't take in any more beauty, just in that moment, it feels like you are drowning and then, then you realize you can swim and swimming turns to soaring and then you realize that YOU, you are unstoppable. This is what Sarah's poems did for me.

I started researching how to do it... and all in one evening that turned into night I had discovered something that touched me, had the desire to learn more about it, and then to try it. And now only two days later... all I can say is that I am hooked.

I am a beginner so my poems might not be anything special. But we all have to start somewhere, right?!?