Guess Who's Back!

I apologize for my random hiatus. I will officially be posting consistently again. I plan to provide more interesting things this time around and to post at east once a week. I am excited to announce that Confession of the Soul will be available this year! Confessions of the Soul is a collection of quick-hitting poetry that force you to reflect on various aspects of life. Stay tuned as more details will be released over time!

Today's Thought: Is it better to be master one skill, or to be a jack of all trades?
         
              Let me know your thoughts!

F is for Friendless

A to Z Challenge

A table to sit at

A fireplace to keep warm

Someone to calm me

During the storm

Someone to wipe my tears

Who's there when I cry

That tells me it's okay

And wipes my face dry

More than just because

My house is not a home

With no family here with me

Makes me feel all alone

D is for Dracula

     A to Z Challenge

     
       We expected long, sharp teeth. We expected a cape and coffins and superhuman abilities and this and that. What did we really get? Something that goes straight for heart and not the neck but still manages to draw blood. Something that still drains us of our energy if we let it; something that, if not handled correctly, could take our lives away from our very own control. Something extremely cold blooded, yet we search for it anyways.
       Something called love. Something that can kill you, or something that can make you live forever.

E is for Elbow

(A Nonet)

Like few other things, I bend, not break

Just for you, life easy I make

I catch the germs when "Ah-CHOO"

A thing few others do

help to hide your face 

from shame; disgrace

I've never 

left your 

side.

C is for Communion

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One will betray me, though many others already have

They lie, they cheat, they steal, they go behind my back

For 25 pieces of silver, the price of a mere slave

Not even sold as a King, who came to Earth to save

I eat my last meal with those people I call my friends

How many will remember me once I meet my end?

Will I only be remembered on the First Sunday of Every Month?

Though many people have never met me, if I may be truly blunt

Then they want passage into my Kingdom, passage into my home

Though my life, my battle, my story, these same people have never known

One will betray Him, though many others already have

He came to save your soul, a few thousand years in the past

For 25 pieces of silver, the price of a mere slave

You know not what you do, but now that fact is changed

He ate his last meal with those people He called his friends

Then He died on the cross to cleanse us of our sins

Will He only be remembered on the First Sunday of Every Month?

With a small glass of wine, a small bread caused crunch

Then they want passage into His Kingdom, passage into His home

Though they’ll be left to a blazing Hell, fearful, all alone

Love Leaves You in Chains (A Villanelle)

It’s the pain of the game

They say time heals all

Because love leaves you in chains

Grief on an insurmountable range

We’re both villains in each other's eyes

It’s the pain of the game

My chest now blood stained

My heart no longer in its box

Because love leaves you in chains

Watching you leave on that train

Thinking about all of the lies

It’s the pain of the game

Now my life will never be the same

Feeling trapped in Hell like Dante

Because love leaves you in chains

Was this destined from the moment you came?

Is this a sign of the end days?

It’s the pain of the game

Because love leaves you in chains

Our Smiles

Space and time become void,

what makes a smile wear down

like the fragile creations of human hands?

The words of another?

The stress and fatigue that accompanies?

The gray skies are all we see

Even when the sun is out

lest the smile begins to brighten

Notice that the word bully

starts with the word bull

The smile- something a human could

never truly create for themselves

goes through the passage of life.

Some keep their beautiful smile, while others lose their gift,

bombarded by the bull of a bully

April A-Z Challenge: B is for Bold

A couple of years ago I began this challenge a day late and by happenstance I start a day late again.

   *This is in no way what a woman should or must be! Simply my personal preference for the type of woman I'd share my life with.

       I like my women like I like my coffee; strong, hot, and bold. I need a woman that's not afraid to voice her opinions and stand toe to toe with me. I need a lady with a passion that can match my own. Unwavering, faithful, confident. The eye also can't go wanting. Such a strong woman must have an elegant and classy style to complement my own. Sensible, yet clever, with a modern touch. Lastly, bold enough to dream big. Bold enough to help others. Bold enough to see past what others say search for the truth.

Chicken Noodle Soup

Hot when it gets out of the microwave

Be patient and don’t misbehave

It would be a shame if you burnt your tongue

I’ll make it better  like chicken noodle soup does

When you're sick I’ll bring you some

Cuddle with you in some blankets or a ton

Watch movies and make sure you feel comfortable

Bring you some popcorn

Hope I make you feel better like the chicken noodle soup does

B is for Beautiful

Hey, I'm joining this April A-Z challenge. Just for fun, I didn't sign up since I'm a day late, but i still want some of the fun :)

     Beautiful she was and is. The reason is because she doesn't try. No guy has ever polluted her purity. Her goals are in place. Her parents care for her and love her. She's been strong and independent. Now, add happy to the list. She's pretty too. What's missing? Nothing, she's beautiful and she's mine. Can I keep her? It would be a shame to lose someone that's perfect for me. Simply try. Try to keep her. Maintain something healthy between us. She'll tell me the truth. She'll support me. She'll try her best for me. She'll sit and listen to me ramble on about religion, politics, philosophy, sports, my blog, books, food, anything. All she asks is that I do the same. All she asks is that I remain beautiful too. I could have used big words for this. Her beautiful style is simple. I wanted to use her style in this since it's about her. I wanted to keep it simple so it can be like her. Her style is something to enjoy :)