One Voice

This is a poem I wrote earlier this year. It's kind of intense from my usual calm attitude. Lol. Take a peak into another side of me.

One Voice

My emotions are rising
Shook up, they've been shook up.
They're bottled in, ready to explode.
The pressure is intense.
My insides are ready to implode.

But all you see is a peaceful day my way.
A calm meadow full of silence.

A bomb is ready to go off
and you don't even know it.
The seconds go by,
tic-toc-tic,
what are you doing?
Standing there like nothing's wrong

Can't you see a problem?
Why won't you help me?

All you see is what you want to see,
all you see is yourself.

Hurry up! Discover what's wrong with me
You don't have much time.

Are you blind?
Are you stupid?
Are you even there?

There's something inside of me.
Ready to burst.
It's always been there,
waiting for you to listen.

But now, I'm messed up.
It's too late, you messed up.
Now, we're not going to survive.

This atrocity could have been saved
If you had just paid attention to
the bundled up chaos in front of you.

All I wanted from you
was to turn off that noise
and listen to the sound
of my aching voice.

Frustrations of synthetic noise

I'm a true lover of real, authentic music. The expression of what an artist says in a song should be like a door or maybe even just a peak through the blinds of someones soul. This viewing through words is like a blessing sometimes because it brings me to a comfort zone. It helps many people deal with the stresses that life brings. It helps you feel like there's a presence, a lending hand to make one feel at home.

So I question the authenticity of our music today. Ever since people have been producing music, they do it for commercial reasons and for making money. They generate music that the record company thinks that will sell and in doing that they further corrupt the ears of the generation listening to it. In my opinion, it didn't seem as bad back in the 1990s as it is now. More music of the heart was heard back in the day. Now, it seems like everyone is producing garbage.

I used to just think that the main genre of this was the rap genre. Yet, more and more filth is being poured into the music of various styles. The genuine artists are being washed away by a sea of phonies. Oversexed music has been around for some time, but its hitting a boiling point with me.

I just want the madness to stop and for real music to rebel against the masses. What sells seems like it will always rule in this business though. Maybe one day it won't, I hope. I just felt like ranting after watching this. It just gets annoying after awhile.

Here's some of what I like that prove true to me.

Anthony Hamilton - Life
Luther Vandross - Never Too Much
Jill Scott - Long Walk
Amel Larrieux - For Real

Unthinkable (I'm Ready)

Alicia Keys is an amazing artist. This song matches how I feel in my life in so many ways. I'm just ready to take that extra step into the pool of life and let the memories flow. A new path is forming for me soon once I graduate from college and I'm ready for it. Enjoy her newest song, "Unthinkable (I'm Ready)"

Lovesick

This is a poem I actually wrote maybe a month ago. I hope you all will enjoy especially if it's something you can relate to. I am definitely no Maya Angelou, but I am a person who just wants to express.

Lovesick

Love is all one needs.To feel the breath of life.
To take a step into ecstasy that is hard to escape from.
To fall into an everlasting energy that pulls away from the suffocating clutches of reality.

It's an entity that I can't obtain.
A sickness that I'm healthy from.
It's a disease that catches the hearts of many, but refuses few.
It keeps you away from school.
It keeps you away from struggles.
Most medicines cannot cure.
It's the one illness many desire but cannot have.

Hopes arise in my youthful heart.
The love bug will catch me one day.
And I hope I can stay sick in it.
Escaping the never-ending ache
of life's' harsh truths.
Even if just for a moment.

Losing My Way

I feel like I've lost some of my connection with God since coming to college. With every year, it's just gotten worse. Freshman year, I'd go to church almost every Sunday. Sophomore year, maybe every few Sundays. Junior year, I only went a few Sundays during the spring semester. And now as a senior, I've probably gone maybe once or twice during the fall. What's happening to me? Why am I letting college take over my relationship with God? It used to be much stronger. But now it's only gotten weaker.

Vacations at home usually means church time. I go almost every Sunday when I'm home. I love the Beulah Church of Nazarene, my church back home. I always feel closer to God with the insightful sermons and the uplifting melodies. So maybe my reasoning for not going to church up here in Plattsburgh is because I don't feel that same connection with the churches here.

Still, I want to feel that closer connection with him again. I don't want to lose my way. I want to at least feel as close as I did after finishing high school.

I just need to try harder. My bible sits right next to my bed, but its pages never sees the light of day. I usually don't know where to start when it comes to opening my bible, but it doesn't hurt to start somewhere. God is waiting patiently for me, so I need to take the time to come to him. Pray for me. For anyone who's going through anything similar, I hope you will find your way with Christ soon enough as I'm hoping to.