Safe haven

This is one of my many poems i rarely share. enjoy. xoxo

Steadily I put it up, this formidable wall.

Brick by brick, I lay them,

Sealed with unswerving patience and promise.



Heaps of illusions. Then brine. More brine.

Desertion. Vexation...

Well-nigh did I lose myself in the lies,

The perfidies buried underneath ostensible affection.

Time elapses...



There’s a call to redeem my gravitas

And remould my purports

In my safe haven.

Many suns go down,

Many crescent moons turn full.

Yet here I am, mirthfully walled in.



My wall ---

High enough to shield me

From shallow travels

And their bathetic,

Wounding woes,

But low to permit

A love that’s built to last,

Find its way.

- Delali Writes

I know why the caged bird sings

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

-Maya Angelou

Remember When?

Remember when we were young and happy? Remember when you said you loved someone and maybe it wasn’t the first time, but this time you really meant it with all your heart? Remember when you didn’t think about the obstacles or how it was going to work...all you thought of was spending as much time together as possible? I hate that the outcome becomes the memory. Instead think...wow, I was so happy!

Naive? Yes. Yet, so happy. That, my friends is a life experience. Many times we get into the thought process where our great time must have to have a good ending to be a great time. Maybe the key is to think about it in steps, or snapshots. On the practical side... yes, you learned a huge amount from that situation and the hard times made you stronger. Knowing that does help you grow.

But to resist the bitterness you also have to remember the snapshots when you were young and free and gave your heart. Don’t get me wrong, a lot of us wish we hadn’t. But if we hadn’t then, we would have later. And really...wasn’t it fun? Wasn’t it blissful to be so in love that you couldn’t wait for the workday to end or the break between classes? Wasn’t it cool to talk about travelling and getting your own apartment and new jobs with all the hope you had in your heart? Yes, it may be naive, but there’s nothing like that rush and passion before you learn that you’re pushed into being an adult whether you like it or not.

There’s nothing like your first love, but there is greater love waiting.

Via- www.girlsguideto.com

[Courtney Trott]

AS I GREW OLDER

It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun--
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky--
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!

-Langston Hughes