THE NEXT STEP: Poems about Moving On

In my third poetry collection book, The Next Step I wrote about the aftermath over going through one of the toughest moment of my life. The collection explorings self-healing, and dusting yourself off to move on with your life.

I was young and knew little about how dark the world and humans in general can be. Healing is difficult. Trying to find some little spark in you to help you get out of your own darkness can be hard work, but nothing ever heals unless you are willing to put in the work.

My mother use to say, "you can't help someone who won't help themselves." How true she was. It took years to move on from my devestating relationship and bad friendships, but one day comes the next step, and it was well worth the effort.

Broken Mirrors

Broken Mirrors

She stood before the broken mirror

Shattered pieces fell like rain

Her clenched fists oozed red

Yet she felt no pain

The distorted figure in the glass

Seemed most accurate to her true self

For this is how she appeared

Ugly and ruined

In her corrupt mentality

The woman she sees

Loves in a child’s nightmare

Disfiguration of the body

Accompanied by asymmetrical lines

An out of control hunger

Deeper than her appetite

A yearning for closure

That would never come

The laughing and taunting

Revives hate for mankind

She closes her eyes tight

Music fills her ears

Her fists release their squeeze

The body descends to a calmer state

She lets go

She opens her eyes

To stand before a fixed mirror

Beauty beams from its surface

A smile controls her lips

An asymmetrical design

Reversed in her eyes

Made perfect by her own judgment

Her self-love is eminent

She is timeless with beauty

Irregular to most, but

To her, she is most adored

And forever treasured

Discussion:

The poem starts out with a woman who stares at herself in the mirror, it's obvious she broke the mirror because of what she saw as her reflection. She saw something that was fat and disgusting. She then closes her eyes and allow herself to let go of what she despise about herself. With positivity, she is able to to see someone beautiful in her reflection rather than something gross. 

COMING SOON: Weightless

In my new coming collection of poetry book titled, Weightless, I write poems about what it is like to deal with being overweight. The good, the ugly, the bad, and the fat.

Weight is wrapped into many aspects of a person's life such as self-esteem and confidence. Weight can also affect situations that come up in your everyday life such as job, relationships, friendships, etc. It is a difficult topic but not an impossible one and through these few stanzas I intend to let others know what I feel when it comes to the extra baggage that a carry.

THROWBACK: Darkest Corner of the Mind

When I was in high school, my teacher taught us about depression and suicide. As I grew and paid attention to the world, I saw just how devastating such a dark state of mind could be. I began as a teenager writing poetry that were depressing and dark, not fully understanding what it actually felt like to be depressed. Later in life... it became very clear.

Darkest Corner of the Mind is my very first collection of poems which is the collection of amateur poems of depression I wrote back in high school.

A Physical Dream

A Physical Dream

Outside the borders

Which cage my subconscious

Lies the existence

Of physical destinations

Images flipped across my mind

Corrected by the sense of sight

A dream becomes more than a dream

I reach out to feel its magnificence

It's perfection so real

The taste so electrifying

It ignites all my possibilities

Inspiration floods the gates

And life becomes amplified

Cloud nine is ambiguous

Compared to this high

Nothing could eliminate

These predictions in my head

For the dream is true

And is here to stay

Discussion:

In this poem, the author see that her dream isn't just an image in her head. She can physically see, feel and taste it. She sees that her future is bright and it the realization of it is better than floating on Cloud Nine. The is hopeful in the sense that the author can see her dream before her and feels that nothing will ever take it away. 

Light on the Horizon

Light on the Horizon

There, in the distance

A flicker, a flame

Bright like the sun

Beautiful and glorious

On the horizon

Rests forever in a nutshell

Bigger, bolder

All the sacrifices

Lead to that point

Where the future resides

Victory is common

Success at every turn

I run to the horizon

To the light

Where living becomes its own reward

And possibilities are infinite

Discussion:

The author compares a bright future to the sun's beauty on the horizon. It's bold, beautiful, big and glorious like the sun. The author "runs to the horizon," which in other words means that she runs toward the reward of her sacrifices, a better life.  

COMING SOON: Memoirs of a Dreamer

In my newest collection of poems, Memoirs of a Dreamer will be about the anticipation of me working on a dream that I want to come true. Having hope and believing in yourself can be tough. There is always someone there who will doubt you and it won't matter how many people are behind you, one criticism can fill you with the greatest doubt.

I've been a dreamer my entire life. I always think about what my life would look like five or ten years from now. I believe in setting goals and working towards them. My philosophy has always been,  don't live every day like it's your last. Pretend that you are guaranteed the next ten years of your life. What would you do today to make life better ten years from now?

Memoirs of a Dreamer will not be just a collection of poems, but a reminder to never stop believing in yourself.

Rejection

Rejection

He was all that I needed

Stars perfectly aligned

For a moment like this

He was molded and crafted

Like Michelangelo’s David

With fire in his hair and

Gems in his eyes

An interior so delicate and beautiful

Yet bold and defensive

His child-like spirit

Transfers me to better days

He is all my dreams

Compressed as one

But in his eyes

I am fit as unworthy

The key to his happiness

Far out of my reach

Unattractive and withdrawn

Raises doubt in his mind

He pulls away

From the grotesque being

Standing before him with sadness

The rejection is painful

It tears down the little hope

Locked within my heart

My love evaporates, never to return

Poem Discussion:

The writer has experienced rejection from someone she truly liked and found perfect. She compares his beauty to the infamous statue David by the article Michelangelo. After she is rejected, she feels that her ability to love has evaporated and she will never be able to love again. 

Forgetting You

To forget you is like 

A dance on knives;

The deep wounds there after.

Wide open and sore.

A release from my mind

Is not a hunger I yearn.

You away from my thoughts

Only traps the sadness that lingers.

The shadowy figures your

Presence burns away.

Now they hold the keys and

 I am trapped in anguish.

The pain is the warden.

I am its subject; its prisoner.

I hold on to the fading memories.

A secret love that will never be.

Discussion:

In the Poem Forgetting You, is about a someone having a hard time letting go of the memories of someone they loved. Our brains are like hard drives of a computer, no matter how we try to forget, our mind stores our memories somewhere subconsciously. One may think they have forgotten but it is always there in the darkest part of the mind. 

Reality Check

In my mind, his love was 

Tender, fragile and pure.

His gaze burned in my memory.

All the forces of the Cosmos

Could not tear him from me.

He bleeds a waterfall of beauty.

A sensual, sweet soul.

Only he can carry a burden and not cry.

Tough and strong 

In the face of torment and regrets.

Feathered heart balancing on  

A thin wire above high winds of treachery.

But it is a dream.

His beauty is imaginary.

Reality awakens me and
I fall life's merciless truths.
Into an endless pit of truth, facts, and understanding,
All that I know is false.
His soul is his own but was never a soul I could treasure.
His beauty is taken from me.
My heart makes it real, reality makes it unwise to follow.
A path of poison;
Rose-colored glasses blocking my view.
Love songs to him are dry.
They began a fire that destroys what's left of belief.
A reality check of an invisible love.

Discussion:

The poem Reality Check talks about a person who realizes that their fantasy of the person they love is nothing more than a dream. Basically, she finds someone who is "perfect" in every sense of the word but realizes that the love she bears for this person isn't real life. Deep down she knows he is flawed and not as perfect as she perceives him to be. 

Bare Hands

Palms up, fingers spread.

The rawness of my hands are 

Smooth to the touch.

Untouched by another's hand,

Forgetfulness of companionship.

My bare hands desperate for

Closeness and warmth.

A magnetic pull to it's opposite hand

Discredits true comfort

The heart longs for what these hands crave.

Tamed and molded, they lack freedom.

A chance to hold another is out of reach.

My bare hands

Deserted from love's true hold.

Discussion:

The poem Bare Hands tell a sad story of a woman's longing to hold another's hand. The line "A magnetic pull to it's opposite hand/ Discredits true comfort," basically explains that she's used to the touch of her own hands so it's now second nature, or in this case magnetic. This automated action doesn't compare to the touch of someone else's hand.