Poetic_Sparkle just been chilling on face book but everyone knows black planet is the stuff so i am back - February 17, 2011 add/view comments (0)

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GOT MILK!!! Hey yall I have moved to Wisconsin.



Well I know I have not been around for some time but my mother was murdered on the 2nd of march and I am still grieving so pray for me. I will be going to trial over this sh it in a a month so please I need all of your prayers



If I had to describe myself I would have to say that I am a lover of all things especially sex and poetry. In my book the two kinda go hand in hand. Right now I am young so my thoughts on these two things will have to change due to maturity. I am a poet in the making really but here is one of my favorites. I feel it describes my feelings about poetry. Well as Isaid I would mature and my thoughts on things have changed I know feel that life is way more important then sex.





Lyrical Liberty

Suddenly trapped in a world of uncertainty. Bound by chains unseen. An eternal enigma

of mysteries yet to be. And as I sit in constant confusion, considering the possibility of

diffusin` this always present ball and chain. No where to go for my destination has been

proclaimed. I desire no more then just the taste of Liberty. A Liberty that can only reside

in me. Lyrically I will be freed. Lyrically my destiny will be foreseen. In my heart I

suppress this vision of success so strictly denied of me. Nothing here on this earth can

release me of this misery. I hunger for a Liberty. A Liberty that can only reside in me.

Lyrically I will be freed.



Alot of my poems come from my own life experiences, this next poem is an illustration of one of the most painful things in my life. Yet I took that pain and with the help of god I was able to turn it into something positive.

Poor Unfortunat Child

Sweet, small, ignorant, innocent. Defiled, destroyed, ripped and raped.

Not knowing nor understanding, why you were in my room. Demons dancingon my wall. Vision blurred by tears of pain. Is it my FAULT? Did I do something WRONG? Each shred of HOPE that I possesed was snatched from me with each demoralizing thrust. Close my eyes bind my soul, dreams of me flying are all I know.Drunk on misery`s tears.Rage and Hatred flow through my veins. In my mind all I want is revenge, yet in my heart GOD pleas for forgiveness. Love thine enemies, turn the other cheek, forgive your trangressers As I forgive you. All these are commanded of me by my one true father yet I can not obey...



I GUESS EVERY TEEN GOES THROUGH A DEPRESSION STAGE IN THEIR YOUNG LIFE..WELL I AM GOING THROUGH MINE NOW...AND AS A RESULT MY POETRY IS PRETTY BLEEK AND GLOOMY.



MY PLEA TO THEE

Dare ye deny me death?

Dare ye deny me this request?

Swiftly not slowly relieve me of my life`s breath.



Take forth in thine hand a dagger.

Plunge it deep within my chest.

Burst the pulsating vessal filled with the crimson living potion.



Let this sticky syrup spring forth like roses in bloom.

And coat thus dagger warm and wet.



I beg thee awake me from this eternal nightmare called living.

Let love`s lullaby lace my soul with redemption.



Lower my lids

Close my coffin

Enthrust me deep within mother earth`s womb.

Let each grain of soil embrace me

With death`s calming arms.



Does thou not hear my demons pleading for freedom? Give me death and thou shall give me rest.



Nights and Days

Pillows soaked with tears

Mind filled with fear

Bed stained with blood



Days of playing it cool

Nights of feeling like a fool

I wish there was someone who understood



I ask for noone`s pity or sympathy

All I need is love and empathy

No hope living a life of desperation



Loook into my eyes tell me what you see...

Can you see the demons living in me?

They make everything distorted



I wish I knew when it all began

If I could I `d make it end.

Give me the key to unlock this mystery.



Conception of deception everything is a lie.

When is it my turn to die?

Demons are convincing and skilled at trickery.



Days of anger

Nights of pain.



Good-Bye

Never knew I could feel so bad.