Poems give me life

Makes me breathe

Puts me to sleep

Poems brings me chills

Turns on a light

Gives me feels

Poems turn me on

Shut me down

Making this little girl cry

Poems wake me up

Tells me to be strong

Works me up

Poems tells me truths

Gives me voice

Makes me smile

Poems reeks of lies

Hits me hard

Makes me smile 

Poems, my very life source



Who is she?

A goddess descending from the skies

Beautiful and more,a touch of porcelain

The female Adonis

Anointed with the spirit of gibberish words

Fortitude,no sense of rhythm whatsoever

Bright,mocha and chocolate

A correspondence of lies told to the world

The birds of the air sings of her exquisiteness

The beast of the field flee at the mention of her legend

What is she

A fundamental truth to behold

The benevolent malevolent spirit

The swaying scarecrow in the wind

Migraine of the desert vultures

The contraption of catastrophe

Even she does not know

 who she is

Mistakes are made

Stop blaming yourself for every small error you make

Mistakes are to be made

When the milk is spilled

All you need to do is wipe it clean 

Start on a fresh slate 

When you trip on your own feet,

Rise up,as you dust yourself 

No need to be ashamed 

For mistakes are made

When you look back at the bitter past

Do not curse yourself in pain

You learned the lesson in faith,move on

Mistakes are to be made

Others may judge you in the wake

But weep not and chastise yourself 

They don’t know you as you do

It will all change for the better

because after mistakes are made

Lessons are learned

Experience is earned

Confidence is shared

Growth will bare

So let mistakes be made.