I Write
I was born as a poem written in a Fifth grader’s marble
notebook
My lines were enhanced by a sword and shield and I turned into
an epic
I started this romantic relationship slaying dragons and I was
transformed into a song
The main soldier in the story became me when my song became
a full-length production
You can watch it at a theatre near you and hear the words to
me, the anthem
But wherever I am and whenever life spans, the poetry never
dies
I still remain vivid and sonorous within the lines
And the words that breathe through are just fine
Because they are mine
I write
Full
Hearted
Three pages to get you connected with your own id
Ego surpasses everything that went in
To the scribing times and writing blinds to get to this place
They told me not to read it back or edit, so I cannot erase
All I can do is let it out like a cry when losing face
I thought why not
Seemed like a good idea to give it a taste
And so one day I am there releasing
And other times, not in the mood
But they say to feed the hunger to use my thoughts for food
So I’ve been doing the program to release the artist within
And I’m reaching my hand like a back brush to reach the past
of when a kid
And all I know it has rained forty days from when I first
had started
Almost more tears than the bubbles of all the times I’ve farted
And I am doing it like a professional trash person; hurts
discarded
So I can affirm my truths; I know them full hearted.
Open Book
She said what she felt like she never did before
She let out her muse and it happened more and more
She was open like a book and the test was happening
She was telling all the answers that nobody was asking
She thought it was the thing that was supposed to go on
She spelled out every word to each one of her songs
And never held in anything that could be kept as hush
She probably never considered the fact that she had talked
too much
She went from writing her thoughts to a book to sharing them
with an ear
She went from using her pencil to release her mind to becoming
a mountaineer
She thought using her ropes was the answer to the journey
she’d been on
She thought that maybe he had been the clear to her life-long
thicket of fog
She never thought that is was wrong because she never had it
once
She just started living life and gaining scars and cuts
She knew her wrongs and detours, falls and things that kept
her from her climb
These were the things that made her block the world from her
reminds
And though she fell into this ditch where she just simply
lied
Each knee jerk reaction was another shock to come alive
She stood back up on her two feet again at 7:10
To a new light of inspiration and a melodic beat and it all
happened when
She got the thread to gauge his eye to sew up her hem
He was the needle that poked her back to life again
________________________________________________________________________________
Thank you so much for reading my poems. If you liked what you read, perhaps you might enjoy one of my poetry collections.
And Then There Was the Music: Musical Poetry Collection by Stephanie Jeannot
Pulchritudinous: The Poetry Collection
Follow my author page on Amazon here: Stephanie Jeannot: Amazon Author Page
