If only…

If you only knew what you meant to me
you’d know I couldn’t stop the rain
from washing away the blame
that only you could explain

- xsimplifyingmymindx  May 2012

Hate that I feel like it takes me forever to finish pieces sometimes…I never considered myself a writer and I still definitely don’t.  But when I started writing and was told, wow that was good…it gave me the confidence to continue.  I may not have the most extensive vocabulary and I may not write in the most eloquent way as some of my followers and those I follow do but it’s mine.  It’s MY way of putting it all on “paper” and it feels great!  :)   I can say this though,  I learn a lot from my followers and those I follow and you all inspire me to strive to be a better writer.  I write from my heart and am honored by all who follow me!

Shattered, Pieces of Me

And so it has been written,
my world,
so hard it has bitten,
to myself I will keep curled
and into the darkness,
fully I will be submerged

Excruciating rise in fear
rushing wildly like an electrical current
ready to instill a shock so rare
into what was once whole and vibrant
but now a shell, absent, vacant as I glare

Into the mirror feeling lifeless, gasping for air
knowing this burden, heavy to bare
will be forever a weight carried with no room for error
that once fleeting moment, now a glimpse of despair

How can I be blissful , when the future appears so grim
how do I get through this, fear and negativity filled to the brim
shattered across the floor, all hopes for more
pieces of me scattered like a jigsaw
will I ever arise to renew and restore?

-xsimplifyingmymindx  May 2012

The Unknown

I stare at the sky
And can’t help but cry
To know that you are high up somewhere
Instead of being home where you can be near
Hard to bear
Don’t think I have released my full tears
Not yet
Wonder why, that I don’t know

- xsimplifyingmymindx  May 2012 (photo taken by me on the beach with #instagram)

With Wondrous Eyes

The beauty of the ocean,
so wide and vast
The wind in my hair, carelessly blowing past
The sun beating down fresh on my face
The sand between my toes, well in its place

Such serene simplicity lies
Bold blue blustering skies
Waiting watching with wondrous eyes
Answers to curiously culminating whys

I look to the skies, hoping for a sign
To calm my racing heart and mind
For I long to know where you are
To hear your voice, to know you are just fine

- xsimplifyingmymindx  Apr 15 2012

A Glimpse of Green…

written by me

I don’t know how to feel
news of new commitments
one as predicted
one out of left field

Ecstatic and congratulatory in statement,
but inside,
my heart diving head first down into the basement
how am I supposed to feel
it’s all becoming so surreal

I fight the urge to dial back
hit rewind, replay old tracks
as if it were a movie on the big screen
feeling that awful sin, the color of green

It’s got me feeling some kind of way
choices I have made
would my story have played
out any differently, had they not been the same?

There’s no turning back time
because there’s a reason behind each line
no more muddling in the past,
break - fast,
for this feeling I feel, it’s purely benign

Because in the end
there’s only one way to feel
and it may not always be the ideal
but every story eventually reveals

And so I will know just how to feel
genuinely bright and winsome…
for me my time will sure come
and I’ll know in that moment it was made custom.

Mar 29 2012

When You Come by Maya Angelou

When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.

Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,


Alone by Maya Angelou

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can’t use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They’ve got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.