You.

You yell and scream.

Wanting perfection I don't have to give.

Complaining of messes that can't be cleaned.

Making me regret everything.

What have I done now?

Your voice so loud

Ringing in my ears.

Bet the neighbors can hear.

I close my crying eyes.

Open them to a tranquil world.

No screaming.

No ringing in my ears.

No feeling of inadequacy.

The skies are blue.

The sun's sweet rays warm my tear-stained face.

I hear shouting.

I feel my world slipping away.

Don't open. Don't open.

Not yet.

I squeeze my eyes tighter.

Not yet.

Because now, just for now

I can be...

Me.

Several shining silver spoons

Luminous like Saturn's moons

A cup of cackling caterwaul cats

Event better if they're fat

A drop of deadline diction

And a dash of conviction

Stir in some of father time

Then add a little rhyme

Like transportation

And jubilation

Cookies made from marvelous mars

Elephants from several stars

A pound of pure a tad bit tainted

A convict who'd been sainted

Blend into a mixture

And there you have the elixir

To all that is conventional

Giving nonconformist potential

Music is who we are

It defines us

Our lives

Our struggles

Our happiness

and everything about us

Without music who are we?

It's been here since time began

From the breeze through the trees

To the rap on the streets

Our heart pumping is music itself

Life is a movie with our own personalized soundtrack

and everyone has a song

They're just waiting for it to be sung

Trees billow on this grueling night.

I can sense things lurking in the shadows.

Eyes widening, they mimic a screaming mouth.

I see a streetlight, glowing eerily in the distance in the distance.

A sense of hope floods through me, as it passes it tranquilizes fears.

I draw a deep breath of the crisp, cool air.

And cast my gaze to the deep indigo sky,

There a radiant little star captures my interest.

Innocently resting in the full moons glow.

Sinister craters glare at me.

Giving such a horrid look, shrieking their long lost secrets.

Chilling my bones to the core.

Golden leaves crunch under my feet.

Clouds rolling, the natural is exhilarating.

While searching for protection from the night, a hand grabs my shoulder.

And as a mere yelp escapes my lips, my face flushes.

Delusions play my mind; my senses.

I fall victim to the midnight sun's mesmerizing powers.

A star witness to its glory.

the midnight sun compels me, possesses me.

Put the Fire Away   I'm crying inside of sadness and pain
too close to the fire too close to the flame.
I'm burning inside and i fear it won't end
each day it worsens as I feel you descend.
I burn inside you're too far away.
if i could only reach out and touch you
it would take the pain away.
i'm sad and i'm lonely you're the only cure
my throat feels tight i feel so sore
i need you and there's no turning back
i cant tell you why
but I know its a fact
that i need you, please don't disappear
i cant live without you
help me
draw near;
put the fire away  

His body pressed against mine and our hearts beating together
He didn’t have to say a word, his eyes spelled out forever
And I taste every moment like the pain I’ve grown to miss
And I am lost forever in an ocean of our kiss.

I can hear his heartbeat and it says to me in code
That he can mend all of the cuts that needed to be sewn
He can hear my heartbeat saying he’s why I’m alive
An ocean of his kisses and I’m going to take a dive.

The sky isnt blue and the grass isnt green The clouds are not white and the streets are not clean  

What have we done to the world we so love, God is crying and shouting from above...  

"Stop all the madness we need it no longer we need to make this world we live in stronger. Stop filling the streets with wars and lies, and filling the childrens faces with sorrowful cries"  

Lets make this world a better place and fill the world with love not hate.

Listen everyone and get it straight

God is shouting "The world needs to be great"  

So I have this friend,

Who is a very good listener.

She's just one of those girls,

Who make you feel like you can open up to her.

But words are not safe with her.

For she lets them run around the school.

And when your words come back to you,

You feel like such a fool.

Then again if words are what you want,

This is the girl you need to see.

She'll look you in the eye,

and tell you what you need.

Then again this girl may be your friend,

for She'll pass on what you send.

But in this forsaken world

She is a true gossip girl.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your long hair,

Let gold princes dangle, their lust do declare.

Oh how they must love you, though only your face;

Don't lose sight in faith now, it's hard to replace.      

Wake up Sleeping Beauty and open your eyes,

It's your prince my fair maiden, though just in disguise.

Hide your mistakes and needle-pricked fingers,

He'll love your perfection if you let it linger.

Love me dear Belle, I'm a prince deep inside.

When chances you take, You'll be quite surprised.

Promises made, he says "just a minute..."

This is you're happy ending, you're already in it.

Who is that girl Ariel? She seems quite a catch,

It's the prince that you've heard of - he's yours if you stretch.

You're beautiful princess, though not with a tail.

Just walk on two feet and you'll see that white veil.

A gazelle bounding in folly bliss
Stares envy green
For it grows spiteful as grace trips
A ballerina elegant and poise
Cries tears of shame
When grace falls with beauty filled joys
The swan pure and stunning
Wails a mournful cry
As grace on her back smiling
Each gazing, marveled in wonderment awe,
Stare at themselves disgusted
Shamed, as they cannot find flaw
For this new figure they cannot scorn
As grace shapes new
And in the klutz has been born

What I will make the future

Is nothing to sure

But will be soon

A sweet toneless tune

To laugh like a buffoon

And grieve for a spoon

To the future we head

Lost in the tread no more

Now I see what the future

Holds for me

I can be me.

Still I'm afraid

Of what must be unbraid

But this fear I will conquer

sooner than to be longer

I will be better

Than that fletter

I will be

I WILL BE!

I swear on my two front teeth

I WILL BE BETTER!

For the sake of all the alphabet letters

Storm Muse

Buraruhm the clap of thunder

buraruhm the clash of lightning

buraruhm and waves of raining

buraruhm forever awakening

the muse inside that wake up

the third eye

The eye of imagination of inspiration

who knew perspiration was the key

to changing the nation

BLACK DEATH
YOU SWEPT ACROSS THE LAND
LIKE THE WIND BLOWING.
INFECTING EVERYTHING IN YOUR PATH.
YOU STARTED SMALL FROM A FLEA,
INFECTING RODENTS,
AND YOU TURNED INTO SOMETHING BIG.
TERRORIZING PEOPLE
FROM EAST TO WEST.
YOU'RE GONE NOW,
BUT THE FEAR THE YOU BROUGHT
LIVES ON.

 As I walk through the unfamiliar roads

The rain against my face silently explodes

The smell of the strange world catches up to me

As I quiver at what I am forced to see

In the midst of a crowd, a small child stares up at me

Even in this crowded city, he's the only one I see

The child standing there, soaked from the unforgiving rain

I see in the child's eyes, all the misery and all the pain

As I look deep into the child's eyes

I sense he already wishes for an early demise

I then question myself, "At such an early age?"

But then again, life to him is nothing but simply a cage

A cage, which isolates him from the rest of society

He is no one, just another excuse for variety

Thrown into a world of poverty and a harsh reality

He is forced to see a world of hate with little hospitality

With no future, no past

He's simply waiting for that day which will be his last

After all, who would want such a life?

Where there is nothing, simply just pain and strife

Where children are thrown into the dark unknown depths of life

Where nothing is ever permanent, and nothing is ever rife

Forced to endure a world with no trust

Compelled to sleep on a pillow of dust

Watching everyday as innocents die

With no chance to even say good bye

Right before his eyes so pure

People gone like a sudden illness with no cure

What kind of world is this?

Where children plunge into the deep, dark abyss

A world where a mother kills her own son

Just hoping, that his brutal life is finally done

A place where Death is really Heaven in disguise

A place where there is no one to hear his silent cries

A place where Death extends a welcoming hand

A place to go away from this heartless, inhumane land

I am ashamed as reality hits me once more

As the rain drips down and soon begins to pour

I reach in my purse and pull out some rupees

Overwhelmed by emotions, I bend down to my knees

I place the change in the little boy's hands

As he silently looks at me and stands

His emotionless face digs deep into my soul

Asking me, why he's buried in such a deep hole

A tiny hint of a smirk reaches the child's face

As I take my arms to lock him in an embrace

I wonder why his lips do not reach a complete smile

I wonder what has made this child's life so hostile

I then realize the child does not know how to smile

Never being exposed to a situation that wasn't vile

What has life given him that he should smile about?

A forgotten place, where there is no one to hear him shout?

He has never been grateful for this life he has had

Where his only emotion is always being sad

I take one last look at the boy

And look at his face which has no sense of joy

The child's eyes fill with tears

As all his hopes turn to fears

Wrapped in rags, his hands and feet

Not knowing that night, his death he would meet

He didn't die of a disease on its own

Just the simple fact, that he was always alone

He died that night by the street light above

All from the lack of something called love

  You are my heart,

My soul,

And my being

Forever remembered by me and by all.

You make me so happy

All day and all night

With you forever,

In dark and in light.

You are my best friend,

A chunk of my soul,

Although we may fight,

I hope you don't go.

 What is poetry?

Words too dangerous to be held in, so that they must in some way be set free?

What is poetry?

Is it a spoken word too long ignored, that demands to be heard in the loud roar of society?

What is poetry?

A creative art form taken up by the lyrically gifted and the slightly demented to keep them from becoming a menace to humanity?

What is poetry?

A way to expose the most vulnerable part of you, almost ‘till you become see-through to people you hardly know with the hopes of a snap, clap or nod of understanding?

What is poetry?

Whether its your rhythmic therapy or your own creative display,

What it is for you may not be for me and while we may not be able to agree on what poetry is,

It remains and continues to be simply poetry.

Ode to African Women

Island ladies
Sun Bathed
With bright, bright sounds of a noisy language
A ripple of laughter
like birds.
Like waves of the homesick ocean

Dark, sweet licorice ladies.
Shining smiles and graceful sways of those 
African Hips.
The strength
of a lioness.
The African Woman
Yes. 
Smooth, smooth sandalwood skin
Sweet, sweet sugarcane lips
Full colors, like the rainbow.
Trailing, flailing, cotton wonders.
Oh, Blue African skies
      Cold Sahara nights
      Captivating Cleopatra eyes
Oh,
   African Woman

~ Samira

Little Bird  

Tweet tweet little bird

I hear you as if you are in a far off land.

My ear strains to hear your sweet song.

The sound of your voice carries me away!

Away to a far off place where all day dreams become reality.  

The green grass and a shade tree

a fresh picnic laid out next to the river for you and me

My summer dress flows in the breeze and I can feel you sitting next to me.  

I remember when days were as simple as these,

I remember my love waiting for me...  

A bird, with a voice like yours, sings like yours, its voice carries me away;

however, its voice fades and I am forced to return

I can no longer heart it and it makes me yearn for you once more.  

My mind can no longer wander.

No more may I visit the land of dreams.

The cold and harsh world surrounds me once more,

as I fall back into the steady, unchanging rhythems of life.

I am losing sight of the happy endings

What has long been impending

My doom predecided

soon to be indited

New hope though arises

From unseen surprises

To write and fulfill is my will

And to read aloud til my fill

With family and loved ones

Close to me

Sitting around or on my knee

Listening to my words of joy

And weep

For tomorrow we will meet

And when we meet it will be headstrong

No longer will I belong

With the sorrow and the fear

But to stand tall and clear

To be pure holy untouched

to be one of the above

I will

I must

I trust.

I see the happy endings.

They are soon to be impending.