Posted by: Berthine on: June 11, 2008
Sometimes I feel like I’m on some never ending rollercoaster. The wind is blowing swiftly through my hair, on my skin. It soothes me, calms me… but at the same time I’m scared! At times I want to get off and just place my feet on solid ground… but I know that’s the easy way out, and life is challenging so I just continue this bogus ride! I’m not here to complain about my life, how hard it is or anything relating to that. I’m just sitting here reflecting on my emotions right now. I chose to share them with the world. Maybe someone out there is feeling this way too. When I look into the mirror, when I see what is staring back at me, when I actually see me… I question it. Have you ever had to stop dead in your tracks and ask yourself “Who am I” I have!!!
Inside me I feel like an unwritten book, unsang melody, untold story. Like a caged bird, a firecracker waiting for the Boom! Inside of me I have so much to say, so much to share but I just am a “Prisoner of Words” Words left unsaid like Alicia Keys said. It’s true. I battle myself. When the times arises for me to speak my mind I withdraw myself… and just bear it all on my own… silence.
So I SCREAM out onto this screen, I pour out my soul into my journal, I sing my sweet melody with each word I write. It’s the only way I can survive this self inflicted battle. I keep praying for the Lord to release me from these chains I have bound myself in, but in order to do that I must face my past. Release the demons that haunt me, bring truth to the lies the enemy has been telling me for so long. Until I do so I am a Prisoner. I smile at you, but you don’t see my tears, you can’t hear my cries. One day I will be brave, I will speak out. The Lord will fill all my empty, unsure parts with confidence. Slowly but surely I will be taken out of the darkness. Until then I remain smiling at you in this big facade… a beautiful masquerade!
Posted by: Berthine on: May 8, 2008
How do you define the word Angel?
Is it someone dressed in white, with a hanging halo on their head?
Is it someone who revived your soul, when your spirit was dead?
Maybe it is the fireman, who settled the flames in your home
Maybe it is your expensive shrink, who cleared the negative views in your dome
Angels come in all colors, forms, shapes and sizes
Imprinting your heart and life with miraculous surprises
My angel wasnt a friend; love one, or a special doctor
Matter of fact, my angel turned out to be a devil and so much more
You see, he played his cards very right, maneuvering like a snake in the grass
Sliding from one to another, we could never see it behind the mask
As we were lost in the hypnotic trance, some began to see what he was about
But we could never believe them, he was our angel, our friend, we had not one doubt
Soon, things began to change, smiles began to fade
Friendships became fragile, starting of the rumors, began our denial
Angels cant be evil; it is out of their character
Well this angel was an actor, for the roles he played shouldve won an Oscar
My dear Angels actions, through me into a deep depression
One that only religion, could make me right again
I nearly lost my friends, family, my sanity and pride, over one man
Kind of guy that made u feel like u were in heaven, in reality u were knee deep in
Quick sand.
Youre asking your self, how he could be an angel, hes so cold, and betraying
And Ill reply to you, by simply saying
Without a test, there can not be a testimony
This test I faced, showed me the faces of true love, and the face of a phony
I stare at these 4 faces, wondering where I would be if we had let him consume us
You all know who are, my heart, friends, my crew, my soul sistahs!
If it was not for that angel in disguise, we would not be as close as we are today
And each and every night, I thank god when I pray
For sending him to us all
When he broke our spirit, we helped each other through the fall
Now I truly do believe angels are sent from above
The black raven might end up being the white dove!
Posted by: Berthine on: May 8, 2008
Another one of my earlier written poems… Had to start somewhere (lol)
Only the lord knows, how much my heart cries
Each time I gaze into your eyes
Such a unique shade of brown
Just staring into them make me frown
Cause I know when I look into your eyes & you look into mine
That for you, it’s just a simple thing, but I’m awaiting a sign
If only I could control what my heart feels
Push these feelings away like they are unreal
But they are, and I feel it each time we speak
Just simple words from you, make my heart weak
but i’ll continuously put my feelings to the side for your happiness
cause seeing you happy, gives me comfortness
My painful bliss, nothing compares to this…….
Posted by: Berthine on: May 8, 2008
( A Very old poem…. can u tell from the immaturity behind it…)
Steadily I lay in my bed
thoughts of you run through my head
I saw you yesterday, your smiling face brought me joy
but yesterday turned into today, you played with me like a toy
yesterday, you longed to be next to me, as i did, you
Today, I await your call like a childish fool
Yesterday, you touched me, your strong hands felt so right
Today i cry in my bed, from when the sun rises, till the moon is in sight
yesterday, I had you in the palm of my hands
Today your sinking out of my grasp like quick sand
Yesterday, I was your baby, your love, your girl
but today I’m not even apart of your world
I still lay in my bed asking myself
What happened between yesterday and today
to make things change so drastically
I close my eyes to drift off to sleep
Wishing that I never introduced myself to you last week
Posted by: Berthine on: May 8, 2008
Thank God for life after death
Becaue surely I was dead
You see, my heart was beating, blood still flowing
but spiritually…. I was six feet under
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Let me explain…
The night in which our eyes met,
I saw you. Licorice candy locks flowing on your mocha sweet hershey skin
Glanced in your soul, I mean… stared into your eyes and thought for a minute THIS MUST BE THE TRUTH!
But wait, the best is yet to come… your smile ooh that smile. Each muscle that formed that smile secretly kissed my fears away.
Bause with that smile I found my smile too, found minds in you.
Perfect Stranger…
From across the room I wach you in deep conversation with your
Padres, homies, friends, ya homeboys.
Possibly discussing politics, economy, history, and the beauty of life… HA!
Probably talking about Beyonce’s moves, J.lo’s butt, and Shakira’s hips… looks can decieve….
Moving on…
Your eyes succumbon me to you.
Slowly swaying my hips, makign sure not to miss a beat
You take my hand… oh lord have mercy!
Your smooth chocolate hands send chills all through me.
You whisper in my ear “My name is…”
I… don’t… care at this moment what your name is, your date of birth, or your sign.
I’m moved by your ora, just being this close is enough for me
You lead me to the floor wher eour individual bodies unite
to think, I don’t even know you….
Mystery Man…
Your vibe is intriguing.
I want to be immersed in you,surrounded in your beauty,
captivated by those eys, and moved by that smile.
You are so intelligent…
Makes sense why your name spells brain if spelt correctly!
My mystery man, my perfect stranger has got me in a spell, under his voo-doo
wrapped around his little finger!
I am losing my way
blinded by promises, words shared by lovers, and sweet kisses.
I am drowning in this maze of mystery
How can that smile decieve me?
The eyes that lead to your empty soul have drainded me with deceit.
Your candy locks remind me of hissing snakes reaching for whatever is left of me.
Your smooth touch has the same feeling of a blizzards breeze
There is no longer any mystery to you
your mask is transparent and I see you
All of you… So I say to you
Thank you for helping me find me!
Posted by: Berthine on: May 8, 2008
Yes,Yes…. I’m brand new to wordpress but indeed am not new to the blogging scene. I think writing is in my blood. I know the Lord blesses each individual with a certain gift(s) to share with the world… and do spectactular,postive actions with them. For a long time I locked up all my work. I didn’t feel adequate. I would read other writers blogs, poems, stories and feel that mine didn’t even compare to theirs. I’ve come to grow comfortable in my own style. Everyone is blessed in their own way and something I may write , may end up being great to someone and horrible to another. As long as the Lord helped me to reach one person I feel grrreeat! lol So please read, write, analyze, comment, feel, love, cry, laugh…. do anything you want but please do something when you read my blogs or anyones. They took their time to share part of themselves with you…. complete strangers and that to me is amazing. You’ll be hearing lots from me…. I’m pretty sick right now… Getting over a horrible cold! Life stinks when u don’t have insurance…. lol So i’m going to go rest now. Live.Love.Laugh.Give Love.