Two Years of Words Much Like Poetry
Amazingly, for me, the two year anniversary of Words Much Like Poetry is a few short weeks away. Laughably, at the time I began this blog, I knew nothing of blogging and were it not for my cousin, I would likely still be ignorant of it. So, with her guidance and encouragement Words Much Like Poetry came into being.
Self-evolution is a wholly necessary, unavoidable fact of life and as I evolved the blog evolved—where I'm concerned the evolution was a marked moving from hiding behind the pseudonym Gladys Moore to the use of my real name, moving from the simplistic introspection of a five year long relationship gone bad into far more riotous concepts and imagery, to conceiving the true course I wish to chart for Words Much Like Poetry. However, I'll be keeping mum about what my goal is for the blog. There are a great many things that need to be done to accomplish that goal and regrettably I'm the superstitious sort. I believe it entirely possible to jinx a thing by speaking of it before it is fully realized. :)
In the coming weeks, reader, expect to see some of my and Antony's favorite poems being re-posted within article-like entries (I know how hard it can be to read through an ever growing list of posts and there are some poems that I feel shouldn't be overlooked).
Also, as the year itself draws towards its close, I would like to say a resounding "Thank you and happy holidays!" to all of our readers and followers. As well, I'd like to say thank you to Antony for agreeing to co-author this blog with me. Words Much Like Poetry would not be what it is now without you. Last, but certainly not least, thank you to our guest authors. I am honored that you chose us as a forum for your work.
Blessings,
Mũhu
P.S. We have a new writer on our team. I give you the Merovingian.
by Kerri Miller (Guest Author)
I ain't scared to be sensitive
I may take but I also give
that's just how I've learned to live
bottled up emotions
can cause a big explosion
get it out
n keep on going
so u can see results
of the seeds you sowin'.
Can't be anything other then myself
you can take the time to read between the lines
or you can just place me on the shelf
either way it's okay
I'm accepting the pain
more like the quote
of no pain no gain.
I can no longer remain weak
let these tears streak my cheeks
cuz I got to succeed
I got to find me
find my meaning
relentlessly wandering
down life's crooked path
deciphering the good from the bad
but end up confused by the math
I close my eyes and get taken back
memories unfolding my past
set me sideways from making it last
shoulda, coulda, woulda
but I didn't
and you don't
and I will
but you won't.
Tug of war
is the best description
for how I live
and what I envision.
Tired of the games
pointing and names
driving me insane
so I pulled hard on the reignzzzz.
Second chances
come once in lifetime
and I saw mine
up that rope I climbed
who woulda thought I'd find
a way to leave what's been behind?
An inner struggle
on the daily
no if ands or maybes
life is real my baby
time's ticking
life's worth living
an open heart giving
that's the definition
of modern living.
