I have always been sincerely passionate for writing. Nothing quite beats a great word or metaphor. Poetry has become my escape in all situations, merely because I find it to be an outer body experience in which I cannot explain. I just recently began sharing my poetry because I felt that certain pieces of my work could help someone get through a tough time, or simply put them at ease and make them realize life is short and beautiful. At age 25, I am now devoting all the time and energy it takes to release my writing to all who appreciate it, and can grow from it. Writing is my passion, my hunger and my thirst and it can move me in a way I never thought possible.
I was born in Alabama. Lived the first 9 years of my life in Florida, but then moved back to Alabama after my grandmother passed away to live in her house. I've been here ever since and I absolutely love it. I am married to a wonderful man who is my best friend. I'm surrounded by my family and friends and beautiful nature. I am a follower of Christ. I've always loved to write. When I was little, I would write my parents little notes and slide them underneath the door of whatever room they were in. I just loved to touch people through my words. Verbally and on paper. When I became a teenager, I started to write random poetry for fun, but also for school. I realized that it wasn't homework for me to write, it was a joy. My poetry streak really took off at the age of 15. Now, having recently turned 30, I have been through a lot in the past decade and have not written as much as i used to. Ups and downs, highs and lows, defeats and victories...you name it. I've felt a lot of different emotions and thought many thoughts. And I've composed quite a few poems and written many songs through it all. So, this is my place to share them with the world, to touch others through my words. I hope they mean something to you. Thank you.
I was born in Los Angeles, Ca. to parents of Cuban descent. I began dabbling in the art of writing at an early age, but never in my wildest dreams fathomed that any of my writings made any sense! As an only child, I longed for the love and companionship of a brother or sister. It never came to be. I was boxed in an abyss of loneliness and found that writing was the vessel to my existence as a child. I hardly remember my childhood days do to the trauma of losing my mother to cancer when I was 11 years old. Her death haunted my spirit with no understanding. I am now at peace knowing that she is at peace. By no means am I a poet. Several of my pieces are shadowed by the art of "Trigger Writing." I'm inspired to write by means of happiness, sadness, loneliness and the desire to be loved with reckless abandon by a woman that is afraid of losing me. I found that woman. At age 18, I wrote my first recognized piece entitled "Bathroom Walls" while stationed aboard the USS Enterprise (CVN-65), a U.S. Navy Aircraft Carrier. In 1994, I began flight training and received my FAA Pilot's License in 1995. In 2004, I retired from LAPD after serving 20 years as a Police Officer. My one suggestion to aspiring writers? Carry a micro-digital recorder with you at all times. I've been carrying one for 31 years now. As of this moment, there are 84 thoughts and ideas recorded for my review. Now go write and send someone you love a poem...
I like to think of myself as just another young lady hoping for the future. As a kid, I've always dreamed of becoming something huge and successful. At one point I wanted to become an Astronaut, then a Pediatrician, a movie director, a video game developer, etc... It wasn't until 5th grade that I would completely decide that I want to be famous for my art. I got picked up by CPS in 8th grade; December 17th, 2012. That day, I decided that I wanted to die... But I couldn't. I had my sister to look after. In 2013's summer, I would be placed in Vail to go to Cienega, make friends, and two months later, be forced out of Vail. Sometime in August, I was taken away from my sister and put with a new foster home. From that day and forward, I was also diagnosed with Chronic Depression and signs of suffering from Separation Anxiety. These conditions, when combined, which often happen, render in suicidal tendencies. I promised myself I would run away and hopefully get kidnapped and die on November 13th, 2013. But that same day, I would lay eyes on my biggest crush for the very first time. He had outgrown brown hair and was crying his eyes out. One thing lead to another, & on November 30th, 2013, he would stop in the middle of the hallway to kiss me. I finally found my reason to keep on living. My plans for the future are now completely different. My name is Liz. I am 16 years old. I want to become a designer in the artistic realm, become a published author, and spend most of my time at home to take care of a tiny version of myself and my fiance. There's not a special thing about me, but I can tell you exactly what does make me different: I believe in the power of love and what it can do for us. Some people claim to have seen Jesus. I claim to have seen true love.
The name is, Samantha. The cliche depressed teenage girl, but I am also very much myself. I'm a sixteen year old Junior, at Niangua High School. I've learned love is rough. And if you really love someone you have to suffer a lot. I'm a VERY open minded person. I like to see things from different perspectives before I put my judgement on anything. I take feelings seriously. I have definitely messed up in the past. But as I am getting older, I am trying to make up for those things. I talk A LOT, unless I'm upset, then you won't even know I'm there. I like to write poems, listen to music, and make art. The stuff I write is mostly based on stuff I am currently struggling with, things that are happening in my life, or things that have happen, or that I have struggled with in the past. I take my feedback seriously, so take a few minutes, read my things, and give me some feedback. So, I can fix things, and so I know what to do for the next poems.
Born in the Bronx, raised in Vegas family is from Dominican Republic. I move every year within/out of the state that I'm living at that time. I'm currently in Florida, graduated from Lincoln Culinary Institute. I started writing poetry when I was really young as a way to take out my anger out on something due to i was bullied everyday because I didn't know how to defend myself. Soon my poems became more about love than they did about hating and the pain that i withhold inside of me. These days it seems that I don't write poems as much as I want too due to the lack of inspiration, but recently I have found a new inspiration to fuel these hand & hopes that one day, just one day her & I can have something so profound as the thing called love. One thing that i truly desire the most .
It all started on December 4th 14 years ago. I have a huge family and wouldn't trade them for anything. I play three sports and always have, my family is really into athletics. I was born with many talents, and I'd like to say poetry is one of my favorites. My poetry has always been romance, family or life related. To me, those are what I feel most strongly about and that's why I can truly write about those few subjects.
Antología en instrospección Defínome en un ser crudo, romántico, extrovertido, irónico, soberbio, contradictorio en matices de a veces frialdad y a veces bisceral opresión al entorno. Nacido en los albores de una raza en cultural debacle. Erguido en facetas tan diversas como escandalosas, tan llenas de rabia como un felino rapaz sin apetito, sólo instinto de despedazar; tan llenas de cadáveres de lágrimas que nunca se permitieron nacer, de pensamientos que manipulen la visión del individuo a abordar, a divertir, a manipular. Soy quien se permite día a día ser la mejor expresión entre lo que busco, lo que sueño y lo que dispongo crear. Llamadme ente, llamadme alma, nombradme amante o inquisidor de luces y sobras. Soy una efímera expresión del verbo reproductivo que perpetua una especie, que rompe cadenas y que forja otras a anhelo, naturaleza o placer. Inexperto, pero con disposición de compartir mi ignorancia, pero con hambre de cultura y sonrisas al saber. _rkh_