SNEAK PEEK: Section 4- Friends {Inspiration}

Right now I’m a little inspired
Trying to get out of writers block
But my mind is so tired
It’s been through a lot this past couple of weeks
And if I think about it I been a little weak
Not physically but mentally
Maybe I’m drainedOr just a little bit insane

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SNEAK PEEK: Section 3- Love & Relationships { Batteries Not Included}

This is a mystery
Why is he so good to me?
Did I find the right one?
The look he gives me tells me this is true love
Every time we are together I don’t want to separate
He is far beyond the perfect mate
When he smiles at me I lose my breathe
And his touch is as sweet as it can be
So perfect in my eyes it’s like he is running on some type of human battery

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SNEAK PEEK: Section 2- Life { Unfinished Business}

I have a lot of unfinished business in this unfinished life
There’s so much I want to do
I feel like my time isn’t being well spent
So many time my life has took this spin
To where I just think of all my sins
Maybe they aren’t sins but feelings of guilt for my choices
Could I have made better ones at times?
Maybe I’m asking too many questions
Interrogating myself like I’ve committed a crime
I feel like I am running out of time and I need an answer
Why wait for something that may not grow
Why waste time and continue to go toe to toe

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SNEAK PEEK: Section 1- Family { Mom is my Dad}

She brought me into this world of sin
But she is my mother where can I possibly begin
She nursed me from an infant to an adult
Like a boxing instructor she taught me to stay off the ropes

My Dad was never there
But my Mom is my Dad

I grew up in a house with four siblings
My mom was tough
When times got rough we overcame our loses
We never wanted for nothing
And accepted if we couldn’t get everything new
It just showed me growing up what kind of responsibility I was getting into

My Dad was never there
But my Mom is my Dad

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The Poet

Some may say I was born a Poet. As an adolescent I wrote poetry and short stories as a way of fun with my childhood friend.

At about the age of 13 I became serious about my work and being to write about romance and real life things. I was no longer stuck in a fantasy world I wrote about as a adolescent.
This sparked a new found interest in me and I begin to vigorously write about anything that I felt would interest my audience ( people like me).
I kept my writing simple and to the point. My friends applauded me a lot. Saying I wrote some of the best writings they have ever read.
By time I was in High school I focused toward my future goals. One of them included publishing a book of my poetry. My friends backed me 100%. So I begin to write more and more everyday. Developing a routine and sometime writing in the middle of class not taking notes. (LoL)

But as much as I wanted my book to be done by time I graduated High school, my dreams were put on hold.

Much tragedy struck my life (deaths in the family) and I begin to veer off the road. Doing more teenage things such as partying and trying to fit in. So my efforts turned toward that and less toward writing.

Around 18 I meet the right group of people that made me consider my writings once again. so I have been working off and on since then. My busy life has kept me from putting full focus into my book, but I plan to have it done finally at the middle of this year.

Be on the look out for me guys. I will defiantly keep you all informed of my progress.

*Poetically Inclined*

Stolen Heart

He took it from under me
Even though I put it under lock and key
But I guess I didn't guard it good enough
Maybe it was his charm, cause he was never rough
Maybe a little piece of my heart left to
Cause I kept my eyes on him like crazy glue
When I should have been watching my heart, I was deep inside this mans eyes
I believed everything he told me
How could I be so gullible
All he ever said was "trust me"
and that I did, until I was left for dead
Once again my heart was stolen right under my nose
and I told myself I wouldn't do it again
I wouldn't love or trust another man
How will I rise again, this one was big
No control, how did I lose control
Heart stolen and I'm all alone. AGAIN.