A few words

It has been a very very busy, frustrating ,mind boggling, few months on top of writing. I sometimes have to pinch myself and then take a deep breath because the things that have been happening to me must be preparing me for something wonderful to happen at any moment in my life. I have been having a squirrel eating at my pipes in my attic and causing major leaks in my ceiling. Its been going on for almost 4 months now and I must say that critter is very crafty! He lives in the pecan tree outside my bedroom window and when I open my window he seems to always be right there still and looking at me with a little smirk on his face as if to say, "You can't catch me no matter how hard you try!" I don't want to harm him in anyway but keeping him around is very expensive! he has put a halt to all my decorating plans and we finally had to tell .Donna my furniture dealer  to hold off on ordering us any more furniture for our home because I am afraid that it will get ruined by that crafty squirrel! We are determined to get that little menace if its the last thing we do! I have worked on my book some but not as much as I would like at the moment because I also have two trips to plan for my family (kids are coming with us)  and making things fall into place without  conflicting schedules is very, very tricky because I am the only one who has the most time to make plans and phone calls. Oh, I forgot to mention that I am having guest coming to visit this summer  which is also the reason I am redecorating my home as well as the now 4th  bedroom I  have since my oldest son has moved out.I am also having to go back and put my feminine touch on what has already been done because while I was given time by my dear hubby to write and let him take some time from work and take care of everything else. I did not know that he would really take care of EVERYTHING ELSE meaning the decorating that I now have time to observe because of that menacing squierrel. I now have a home that looks like a bachelors home with a mancave. Which also explains why my hubby is really hanging around the house more. ( hey... wait a minute! This issue will be discussed because there is a question about my style going on here! LOL!)  Then when it seems I finally have time to relax and sit down with no interruptions, that's when the joys of motherhood scream in my ear..literally... and having two teenagers who act like the world is falling apart when they have a problem that is so simple solve that it doesn't even need to be discussed and a seven year old who is constantly trying to figure out ways to put band aids on any part of his body while running around naked (he must get that from his fathers side of the family) leaves me wanting to be that little squirrel that does whatever he pleases and has to answer to no one and is happy as a kid with a big bag of candy! Well that's enough of that I have to go call my daughters friend's mother because she wants her to spend St. Patricks day with us and go to the festival since she has to work and it is considered a holiday here and the schools are closed I guess its OK. I mean I don't have anything to do.....LOL! It has been a very very busy, frustrating ,mind boggling, few months on top of writing. I sometimes have to pinch myself and then take a deep breath because the things that have been happening to me must be preparing me for something wonderful to happen at any moment in my life. I have been having a squirrel eating at my pipes in my attic and causing major leaks in my ceiling. Its been going on for almost 4 months now and I must say that critter is very crafty! He lives in the pecan tree outside my bedroom window and when I open my window he seems to always be right there still and looking at me with a little smirk on his face as if to say, "You can't catch me no matter how hard you try!" I don't want to harm him in anyway but keeping him around is very expensive! he has put a halt to all my decorating plans and we finally had to tell .Donna my furniture dealer  to hold off on ordering us any more furniture for our home because I am afraid that it will get ruined by that crafty squirrel! We are determined to get that little menace if its the last thing we do! I have worked on my book some but not as much as I would like at the moment because I also have two trips to plan for my family (kids are coming with us)  and making things fall into place without  conflicting schedules is very, very tricky because I am the only one who has the most time to make plans and phone calls. Oh, I forgot to mention that I am having guest coming to visit this summer  which is also the reason I am redecorating my home as well as the now 4th  bedroom I  have since my oldest son has moved out.I am also having to go back and put my feminine touch on what has already been done because while I was given time by my dear hubby to write and let him take some time from work and take care of everything else. I did not know that he would really take care of EVERYTHING ELSE meaning the decorating that I now have time to observe because of that menacing squierrel. I now have a home that looks like a bachelors home with a mancave. Which also explains why my hubby is really hanging around the house more. ( hey... wait a minute! This issue will be discussed because there is a question about my style going on here! LOL!)  Then when it seems I finally have time to relax and sit down with no interruptions, that's when the joys of motherhood scream in my ear..literally... and having two teenagers who act like the world is falling apart when they have a problem that is so simple solve that it doesn't even need to be discussed and a seven year old who is constantly trying to figure out ways to put band aids on any part of his body while running around naked (he must get that from his fathers side of the family) leaves me wanting to be that little squirrel that does whatever he pleases and has to answer to no one and is happy as a kid with a big bag of candy! Well that's enough of that I have to go call my daughters friend's mother because she wants her to spend St. Patricks day with us and go to the festival since she has to work and it is considered a holiday here and the schools are closed I guess its OK. I mean I don't have anything to do.....LOL!

Hazy and Gray and Hazy and blue

I decided that instead of working out  (since I can't go run since it is 25 degrees out. ) I wanted to do a painting that somehow expressed me without me saying anything. I know that's kinda weird, but I was feeling bold on this cold day and I decided to give it a try.Most of my paintings have an detailed emphasis on eyes. I love to paint eyes I think everyones eyes has a story to tell about them.




                                           

  Hazy Gray and Hazy blue


  Hazy Gray and Hazy Blue 
 her eyes reveal all in her that's true.

 Now, when her voice and eyes are kind;
  She can conceal her complex mind.

 She does but ponder in her secret thoughts;
 ones so deep only she has sought.

 For within herself, she walks the silent shimmering sea.
Her spirit is this free....
Happy air and all that surrounds....
the weedy blue shore and its soothing sounds.
                             
 Keeping her at peace....
 with its youthful mysteries...
 Her wonders are all her own and will last....
 until darkness comes creating a cast.
The gray-eyed twilight will linger long.....
 as silence whispers her a sweet song.
                                                                I decided that instead of working out  (since I can't go run since it is 25 degrees out. ) I wanted to do a painting that somehow expressed me without me saying anything. I know that's kinda weird, but I was feeling bold on this cold day and I decided to give it a try.Most of my paintings have an detailed emphasis on eyes. I love to paint eyes I think everyones eyes has a story to tell about them.




                                           

  Hazy Gray and Hazy blue


  Hazy Gray and Hazy Blue 
 her eyes reveal all in her that's true.

 Now, when her voice and eyes are kind;
  She can conceal her complex mind.

 She does but ponder in her secret thoughts;
 ones so deep only she has sought.

 For within herself, she walks the silent shimmering sea.
Her spirit is this free....
Happy air and all that surrounds....
the weedy blue shore and its soothing sounds.
                             
 Keeping her at peace....
 with its youthful mysteries...
 Her wonders are all her own and will last....
 until darkness comes creating a cast.
The gray-eyed twilight will linger long.....
 as silence whispers her a sweet song.
                                                               

Silence song

                                           RELIVE
     

The Silence Song

The silence is so proud....
for the sadness has come.
With a bitterness laced with a cold shroud....

that weaves a loom of despair...
as the woman wears...
this time each year.
A black countenance that has gradually  changed to hues of gray,
as she stands against the window pane...
and down the glass her aged tears drip like rain.

On this particular day,why does it always happen this way?
Beings with neither soul nor sense,
boldly open the doors of pretense.

softly whispering and fervently coach,
as they float like smoke and guard the approach....

of the questions that seem to magnify  that are riddled with lies,
with each past ghost every one syncs to match to the final daunting response
that means the most.....
to her virtue......

Asking......
Among these phantoms.....
 which one are you?
                                                                                  RELIVE
     

The Silence Song

The silence is so proud....
for the sadness has come.
With a bitterness laced with a cold shroud....

that weaves a loom of despair...
as the woman wears...
this time each year.
A black countenance that has gradually  changed to hues of gray,
as she stands against the window pane...
and down the glass her aged tears drip like rain.

On this particular day,why does it always happen this way?
Beings with neither soul nor sense,
boldly open the doors of pretense.

softly whispering and fervently coach,
as they float like smoke and guard the approach....

of the questions that seem to magnify  that are riddled with lies,
with each past ghost every one syncs to match to the final daunting response
that means the most.....
to her virtue......

Asking......
Among these phantoms.....
 which one are you?
                                      

remembering me

This painting was done when I finally reached the end of a chapter in my life and needed something and someone to help me turn the pages. My hands were a little shakey when I painted this because I was so nervous and scared to have surgery the next day. So things may look a little out of proportion and  I could have fixed it but I wanted to find that tranquility I always get when I paint and I found it. 2007 was the end of a lot of things for me healthwise and I never thought I would say this...  but now it's just what I called it... a chapter in my life but it will be  one of the one chapters I shall never forget and my health reminds me of that everyday.

This painting was done when I finally reached the end of a chapter in my life and needed something and someone to help me turn the pages. My hands were a little shakey when I painted this because I was so nervous and scared to have surgery the next day. So things may look a little out of proportion and  I could have fixed it but I wanted to find that tranquility I always get when I paint and I found it. 2007 was the end of a lot of things for me healthwise and I never thought I would say this...  but now it's just what I called it... a chapter in my life but it will be  one of the one chapters I shall never forget and my health reminds me of that everyday.

fascination

I have been really distracted the past few days and its a good thing. I have really been taking interest in other poets and poems and that has really been my fascination. What I do is I read the poem and then I like to read the bio about the person who wrote it. If there is one. I try to read books and poems that have an author that is not anonymous, so that I can read any and all autobiography books about the person who did the writing. It amazes me how some of these people have a lot or less in these biographies that I read. Then I can't help but wonder was this all their life was? or is this all they want other readers to know about them? I see it as you only get one shot at life and I plan to make use of every waking moment that I have. Who knows yours truly may decide to have a bio wrote or maybe someone would be so fascinated by me and write one about me. That's what I want to spark into people when I write and interact with them and yet it seems that I am not accomplishing that as quickly as I feel I should. So maybe I am rushing things.....ok I am. LOL! I want to be all that I can while I can because I never want to be some old boggy full of regrets. Now another question I am going to explore is how do I go about making these  worthwhile things happen in my life? Only I can figure that one out.So that will most definitly be my new main goal to accomplish. In fact, it is the only goal that I want to see happen because if I can make that goal happen then everything I want to see happen will fall into place.  Here is a poem that has really stayed in my mind. It also is brilliantly written and sums up everything I hope to bring into my life as a writer. It will be added to my favorite poems as  a timeless reminder for me as a writer.

                                "The Garden Seat" (1875-1943) 
                                 Richard Emil Miller   
                                 
THE POETS SECRET 
BY ELIZABETH STODDARD

The poet's secret I must know,

If that will calm my restless mind.
I hail the seasons as they go,
I woo the sunshine brave the wind.

I scan the lily and the rose,
I nod to every nodding tree,
I follow every stream that flows,
And wait beside the steadfast sea.

I question melancholy eyes,
I touch the lips of women fair;
Their lips and eyes may make me wise,
But what I seek for is not there.

In vain I watch the day and night,
In vain the world through space may roll;
I never see the mystic light

Which fills the poet's happy soul.

Through life I hear the rhythmic flow
Whose meaning into song must turn;
Revealing all he longs to know,
The secret each alone must learn. I have been really distracted the past few days and its a good thing. I have really been taking interest in other poets and poems and that has really been my fascination. What I do is I read the poem and then I like to read the bio about the person who wrote it. If there is one. I try to read books and poems that have an author that is not anonymous, so that I can read any and all autobiography books about the person who did the writing. It amazes me how some of these people have a lot or less in these biographies that I read. Then I can't help but wonder was this all their life was? or is this all they want other readers to know about them? I see it as you only get one shot at life and I plan to make use of every waking moment that I have. Who knows yours truly may decide to have a bio wrote or maybe someone would be so fascinated by me and write one about me. That's what I want to spark into people when I write and interact with them and yet it seems that I am not accomplishing that as quickly as I feel I should. So maybe I am rushing things.....ok I am. LOL! I want to be all that I can while I can because I never want to be some old boggy full of regrets. Now another question I am going to explore is how do I go about making these  worthwhile things happen in my life? Only I can figure that one out.So that will most definitly be my new main goal to accomplish. In fact, it is the only goal that I want to see happen because if I can make that goal happen then everything I want to see happen will fall into place.  Here is a poem that has really stayed in my mind. It also is brilliantly written and sums up everything I hope to bring into my life as a writer. It will be added to my favorite poems as  a timeless reminder for me as a writer.

                                "The Garden Seat" (1875-1943) 
                                 Richard Emil Miller   
                                 
THE POETS SECRET 
BY ELIZABETH STODDARD

The poet's secret I must know,

If that will calm my restless mind.
I hail the seasons as they go,
I woo the sunshine brave the wind.

I scan the lily and the rose,
I nod to every nodding tree,
I follow every stream that flows,
And wait beside the steadfast sea.

I question melancholy eyes,
I touch the lips of women fair;
Their lips and eyes may make me wise,
But what I seek for is not there.

In vain I watch the day and night,
In vain the world through space may roll;
I never see the mystic light

Which fills the poet's happy soul.

Through life I hear the rhythmic flow
Whose meaning into song must turn;
Revealing all he longs to know,
The secret each alone must learn.

Nature's forgiveness

                                                                                      
Happy

Happy as can be
nature seems to agree.

Life is back as I know it
I have my Happy back
I am not afraid to show it!

Even though the past few days,
were filled with hues of grey,
Today is a new day!

Color in ever step of the way!
Compassion is at its peak too;
with everyone whom I speak too.

How did I let it slip away?
for in my heart happy lives and stays.

Embracing the positive energy,
as the suns rays warms this face on me......
my hope is higher than it usually  would be;
and the trees,
 seem to rustle their leaves,
as a breeze.....
 of wind makes it known that
it sees me.....
 and believes......
 Happy is  back in my life again.
 This bond we have made
will never end.

                                                                                      
Happy

Happy as can be
nature seems to agree.

Life is back as I know it
I have my Happy back
I am not afraid to show it!

Even though the past few days,
were filled with hues of grey,
Today is a new day!

Color in ever step of the way!
Compassion is at its peak too;
with everyone whom I speak too.

How did I let it slip away?
for in my heart happy lives and stays.

Embracing the positive energy,
as the suns rays warms this face on me......
my hope is higher than it usually  would be;
and the trees,
 seem to rustle their leaves,
as a breeze.....
 of wind makes it known that
it sees me.....
 and believes......
 Happy is  back in my life again.
 This bond we have made
will never end.

Encuentros De Amor

I love putting poems to a painting or a photograph. I love to let my imagination get the best of me and I just run along with it. The poems I write are of pure imagination and have nothing to do with my actual life experience. If I write something and it has something to do with me I will put a brief description of why I wrote it and then I will post it. So please, if I write something and it seems a bit out of character it is just describing the photograph or painting that I posted; which is  also a part of who I am... A creator of words  with a wild imagination sometimes! LOL! enjoy without judgment! thanks!

                                                                    

Encuentros de Amor (Encounters of Love)

Subtracting time that you don't have,
just to see each other laugh.


Multiplying love times two,
just to conceal all  you do;


until it comes the moment to,
divide your loyalty so true.


That's when the problem complicates,
the actual timing that seems to aggravate;
as you try to situate
figuring out unnecessary debates.

Putting time and factors in place;
reworking every space and line
carefully just to work out fine.

As you follow a new plan
adding back the love again.

All of this is equal to
a world with only the two of you.  

by Latresa Ivy I love putting poems to a painting or a photograph. I love to let my imagination get the best of me and I just run along with it. The poems I write are of pure imagination and have nothing to do with my actual life experience. If I write something and it has something to do with me I will put a brief description of why I wrote it and then I will post it. So please, if I write something and it seems a bit out of character it is just describing the photograph or painting that I posted; which is  also a part of who I am... A creator of words  with a wild imagination sometimes! LOL! enjoy without judgment! thanks!

                                                                    

Encuentros de Amor (Encounters of Love)

Subtracting time that you don't have,
just to see each other laugh.


Multiplying love times two,
just to conceal all  you do;


until it comes the moment to,
divide your loyalty so true.


That's when the problem complicates,
the actual timing that seems to aggravate;
as you try to situate
figuring out unnecessary debates.

Putting time and factors in place;
reworking every space and line
carefully just to work out fine.

As you follow a new plan
adding back the love again.

All of this is equal to
a world with only the two of you.  

by Latresa Ivy

A song

It's funny how you never think about something someone you love has said to you until they do or say something that reminds you of how special you are to them. I remember when  I decided to go natural with my hair after the radiation made it fall out and my husband telling me how beautiful he thought I was. Even though my hair was buzzed all the way to the scalp to even it out, he said that it made me more beautiful to him. That made me feel like a million dollars because no one has ever made me feel like I was so beautiful at that moment in time but him. There is also a song that was dedicated to me and I will never forget it. I think I will put the words on my blog page to remind me of that feeling that I felt in that point in time.

 9 months after my hair grew longer.

Flirting With An Angel  

 

She was more than a picture of innocence   

Poetry in motion was her face when she smiles

Never heard a voice from a woman so delicate
She was everything I could ever want in life
So rich was her conversation
I was hanging on to every little thing she had to say
So pure was the girl’s intention
I was giving into thinking ‘bout her every single night and day


Somebody said – You must have been flirting with an angel
Somebody said – An angel stepped to your life
Somebody said – You must have been flirting with an angel
Somebody said – She came from the other side
Somebody said – You must have been flirting with an angel 

Was this really happening -tell me was I just dreaming
that a girl like this was standing – right here by my side
Did my heart stop beating – or was it just a feeling
If I close my eyes would I lose her – to this moment in the night


She was more than a physical attraction
Her body was a plus but her smile was saying it all
So brief was my hearts encounter
If this is what it’s like – God let me take the fall

 songs and lyrics by Gary Taylor

It's funny how you never think about something someone you love has said to you until they do or say something that reminds you of how special you are to them. I remember when  I decided to go natural with my hair after the radiation made it fall out and my husband telling me how beautiful he thought I was. Even though my hair was buzzed all the way to the scalp to even it out, he said that it made me more beautiful to him. That made me feel like a million dollars because no one has ever made me feel like I was so beautiful at that moment in time but him. There is also a song that was dedicated to me and I will never forget it. I think I will put the words on my blog page to remind me of that feeling that I felt in that point in time.

 9 months after my hair grew longer.

Flirting With An Angel  

 

She was more than a picture of innocence   

Poetry in motion was her face when she smiles

Never heard a voice from a woman so delicate
She was everything I could ever want in life
So rich was her conversation
I was hanging on to every little thing she had to say
So pure was the girl’s intention
I was giving into thinking ‘bout her every single night and day


Somebody said – You must have been flirting with an angel
Somebody said – An angel stepped to your life
Somebody said – You must have been flirting with an angel
Somebody said – She came from the other side
Somebody said – You must have been flirting with an angel 

Was this really happening -tell me was I just dreaming
that a girl like this was standing – right here by my side
Did my heart stop beating – or was it just a feeling
If I close my eyes would I lose her – to this moment in the night


She was more than a physical attraction
Her body was a plus but her smile was saying it all
So brief was my hearts encounter
If this is what it’s like – God let me take the fall

 songs and lyrics by Gary Taylor

RUN

 

 Run                                                  
Feelings overcome by grief,
hopelessly searching for relief.


  Having tried and tried again,
but this sadness never ends.

                                                       
Daring not to tell your friends,
they will never understand;

about these feelings that you feel,
wanting to make them all surreal.


In a dream to forever stay,
 waking will not make them go away.


So you try to suppress your mind,
by running and getting your focus in line.


Starting out with tears in your eyes,
seeming blind ; no reprise....

hearing seems to magnify....
 all you hear is your sobs and cries.


As you prepare to get self right,
wiping your eyes and setting the plight.


you began to see things clear,
suddenly you have no fears.


Apprehensively starting off slow,
faster!..faster!..
you want to go!


imagining abandonment passing you by,
running so fast 
you feel as if you could fly!


away from loneliness,
and the strings it can tie....


associated harborings....
 fanned away by the wind from the wings,


that now seems to be attached...
to the rush of adrenaline that seems to match.
as you go higher and how high
nobody knows....


This addictive feeling just grows and grows!


Things seem to be OK....
and in this you embrace and want to stay....


Your body seems to do otherwise;
making a decision with no compromise.

that it is time to cool it down,
slacken your wings,
get back to the ground.


as you gasp and contain your breath....
satisfied with this emotional death.....


 feeling hopelessness creeping back in....
 reminding yourself that here it can end.

by Latresa Ivy

 

 Run                                                  
Feelings overcome by grief,
hopelessly searching for relief.


  Having tried and tried again,
but this sadness never ends.

                                                       
Daring not to tell your friends,
they will never understand;

about these feelings that you feel,
wanting to make them all surreal.


In a dream to forever stay,
 waking will not make them go away.


So you try to suppress your mind,
by running and getting your focus in line.


Starting out with tears in your eyes,
seeming blind ; no reprise....

hearing seems to magnify....
 all you hear is your sobs and cries.


As you prepare to get self right,
wiping your eyes and setting the plight.


you began to see things clear,
suddenly you have no fears.


Apprehensively starting off slow,
faster!..faster!..
you want to go!


imagining abandonment passing you by,
running so fast 
you feel as if you could fly!


away from loneliness,
and the strings it can tie....


associated harborings....
 fanned away by the wind from the wings,


that now seems to be attached...
to the rush of adrenaline that seems to match.
as you go higher and how high
nobody knows....


This addictive feeling just grows and grows!


Things seem to be OK....
and in this you embrace and want to stay....


Your body seems to do otherwise;
making a decision with no compromise.

that it is time to cool it down,
slacken your wings,
get back to the ground.


as you gasp and contain your breath....
satisfied with this emotional death.....


 feeling hopelessness creeping back in....
 reminding yourself that here it can end.

by Latresa Ivy

As you are

 It's OK to love me

Let me put your mind at ease...
It's OK to love me.
Not a day, Not a year
Not a single measure of time
Can't compare or contain the melody my heart sings
I can't claim as my own
Your heart beats my rhythm
play it on.
Look at you proud and true,
been accused of the last thing you are that's abuse
I see you

everything you touch seems to thrive
and revive in my life

I love you as you are                                                        
just as you are.

Let me put your mind at ease...
It's OK to love me

I love you as you are
That's where I start
right in the middle of
deep inside of your iron heart
Let me put your mind at ease...
It's OK to love me

song and lyrics by Lizz Fields

 It's OK to love me

Let me put your mind at ease...
It's OK to love me.
Not a day, Not a year
Not a single measure of time
Can't compare or contain the melody my heart sings
I can't claim as my own
Your heart beats my rhythm
play it on.
Look at you proud and true,
been accused of the last thing you are that's abuse
I see you

everything you touch seems to thrive
and revive in my life

I love you as you are                                                        
just as you are.

Let me put your mind at ease...
It's OK to love me

I love you as you are
That's where I start
right in the middle of
deep inside of your iron heart
Let me put your mind at ease...
It's OK to love me

song and lyrics by Lizz Fields

Secrets

SECRETS 
by Latresa Ivy

 
Kept and not meant to say,
forgetting leaving the mind to stray,
away from what is withheld within.
A boundary of lies and truths begins,
struggling to push them far away,
into the mind to forever stay.


Will you even allow a peep
of these secrets you hold so deep,
in a vivid world of your own,
only to subconsciously visit alone?


always haunting, yes it is true,
so much you know not what to do.


While in waking stage you pray
that  your secrets won't give way.


Paying close attention to,
everything you say and do.


 When the night has fallen on you,
alone you are with your emotions too.


Crying and sobbing 
and fighting the air,
screaming and yelling 
that you don't care.


As you calm and compose yourself,
and put those emotions back on the shelf.


You lie in your bed
as sleep becomes you friend,
just to bring forth what is withheld within,
to creep back in your mind again.

 
 









 
SECRETS 
by Latresa Ivy

 
Kept and not meant to say,
forgetting leaving the mind to stray,
away from what is withheld within.
A boundary of lies and truths begins,
struggling to push them far away,
into the mind to forever stay.


Will you even allow a peep
of these secrets you hold so deep,
in a vivid world of your own,
only to subconsciously visit alone?


always haunting, yes it is true,
so much you know not what to do.


While in waking stage you pray
that  your secrets won't give way.


Paying close attention to,
everything you say and do.


 When the night has fallen on you,
alone you are with your emotions too.


Crying and sobbing 
and fighting the air,
screaming and yelling 
that you don't care.


As you calm and compose yourself,
and put those emotions back on the shelf.


You lie in your bed
as sleep becomes you friend,
just to bring forth what is withheld within,
to creep back in your mind again.

 
 









 

Lovers Dream

    




LOVER'S DREAM
By Latresa Ivy

 
As slumber creeps,
the mind starts to leap,
into a forbidden place.

Where two lovers  lie,
release a sigh and
passionately embrace.

A kiss and a touch seems to magnify so much;
of the hidden desires they share.

loving and kissing,
everything;
nothing missing,
and making subconscious aware.

As they grow tire
and rest from desire,

they hold each other so tight.

Closing their minds,
preparing their eyes,
to focus on what seems right.

So when they are awake,
much effort they take,
to hide what they know is true.

Living their lives,
with their husbands or wives,
while loving each other too. 

    




LOVER'S DREAM
By Latresa Ivy

 
As slumber creeps,
the mind starts to leap,
into a forbidden place.

Where two lovers  lie,
release a sigh and
passionately embrace.

A kiss and a touch seems to magnify so much;
of the hidden desires they share.

loving and kissing,
everything;
nothing missing,
and making subconscious aware.

As they grow tire
and rest from desire,

they hold each other so tight.

Closing their minds,
preparing their eyes,
to focus on what seems right.

So when they are awake,
much effort they take,
to hide what they know is true.

Living their lives,
with their husbands or wives,
while loving each other too. 

Wake

As I am sitting here looking at the ocean and digging my feet deeper in the cool sand. I am thinking about all that I am thankful to have and even though I know that life is so much better for me now than it ever was. I can't help but wonder what it would be like if I could have one thing that love offered me with no changes no sadness no regrets no consequences no sacrifice and most of all  no strings attached; just freely and open with nothing but goodness in the long run just like the ocean. I know that things work together for the good just like this ocean but it also goes on for miles and miles because  that is what its purpose is it has nothing but time which also creates patience and serenity. I love the ocean and the meaning it has created for me. I just have to learn to love the patience and the serenity that is also included in that meaning as well. I am hurting in more ways than anyone will know but I know it will get better for me and its not going to change the person that I am. I know that my heart will heal I just have to keep living and loving as much as I can no matter what.

I wake

 by Latresa Ivy

I wake to find my fate

By Allowing my being

to reciprocate

Learning and always going where I should not go

thinking my feelings will change from what I know

Loving, caring, nurturing and sharing

Doing things that are even daring

Of those so close beside me

are you also treading within the

grounds that I am willing to walk?

so softly only to cross,

the rivers that will trickle into

the sea

only to reveal,

the instinctual process that only nature can will,

the secret but natural union

that happens in an instant and real soon

then,

the elements that bond

instinct as we know it,

combine as one spilling and will start to show it,

making way for the next scene

grasping every fiber in my being,

as I prepare to set sight

on the never ending plight

of the fire that creates the beautiful sunset

where the two bodies of water

crash and wave like they have waited for this moment

and are grateful they have met.

As I am sitting here looking at the ocean and digging my feet deeper in the cool sand. I am thinking about all that I am thankful to have and even though I know that life is so much better for me now than it ever was. I can't help but wonder what it would be like if I could have one thing that love offered me with no changes no sadness no regrets no consequences no sacrifice and most of all  no strings attached; just freely and open with nothing but goodness in the long run just like the ocean. I know that things work together for the good just like this ocean but it also goes on for miles and miles because  that is what its purpose is it has nothing but time which also creates patience and serenity. I love the ocean and the meaning it has created for me. I just have to learn to love the patience and the serenity that is also included in that meaning as well. I am hurting in more ways than anyone will know but I know it will get better for me and its not going to change the person that I am. I know that my heart will heal I just have to keep living and loving as much as I can no matter what.

I wake

 by Latresa Ivy

I wake to find my fate

By Allowing my being

to reciprocate

Learning and always going where I should not go

thinking my feelings will change from what I know

Loving, caring, nurturing and sharing

Doing things that are even daring

Of those so close beside me

are you also treading within the

grounds that I am willing to walk?

so softly only to cross,

the rivers that will trickle into

the sea

only to reveal,

the instinctual process that only nature can will,

the secret but natural union

that happens in an instant and real soon

then,

the elements that bond

instinct as we know it,

combine as one spilling and will start to show it,

making way for the next scene

grasping every fiber in my being,

as I prepare to set sight

on the never ending plight

of the fire that creates the beautiful sunset

where the two bodies of water

crash and wave like they have waited for this moment

and are grateful they have met.

Wounded heart

I got up yesterday feeling really good about things and life. I think its because for once I really felt like someone was finally getting  to know me and everything that I am. I was feeling so good that I was convinced that I was going to be grounded in a  feeling that was so long ago and so rare these days that it was just not going to happen. But  I guess it is true when the older people say "too much of a good thing always turns out to bad." This is somewhat the case for me now. I think I had to finally come to the realization that things and people are only what you allow them to be. I allowed this to be I guess. I opened up a chapter in my life that no one knows about because I  chose to make it that way. It was the one chapter that I felt was so special to me that I vowed never to share it with anyone but the person that was a part of my life at the moment. But that was just it. That person knew that I was a part of his world and his alone and he chose to do what he always does to me, build me up and then break me down. that's the bad part about it. It is heart breaking when you allow a person to have that much control over you even when they chose to push you aside and not be apart of your life, just to come back and do the same thing. Its like loving something or someone so much that you would stop time just to rearrange life so that you can have one moment to remain as a constant memory to have for the rest of your life. I am so hurt and I just want to cry all day long. I feel so abandoned again. One minute everything is as it should be, and the next it's not. I would never make anyone feel this way. Maybe that's my problem, I do and think so much  for the people that mean so much to me and in actuality it doesn't have an impact on them like I feel it should. Humans are naturally selfish. We do a lot of things subconsciously out of  the basic instinct to survive. That includes hurting people just to thrive. Its funny how those type of behaviors almost seem natural but the finer details always seem to go unused. I am fined tuned to the basic details of life. I think they create the final result to the instinctual behaviors we incorporate in our everyday lives. But that's just me and that's what makes me so different  from everyone else. That is the main reason I never get too close to people because the one person that helped shape my emotions about love is still hurting me so bad that the relief of being in control of that one feeling reminds me to always pay close attention to that particular area of my wounded heart.

Broken-ness

By Latresa Ivy


You have hurt me once before,
Always opening and closing the door,

of that world that we eternally share.
You have taken my heart and stripped it bare.


Tears falling from my face,
cleansing any and all trace,
the remembrance of kisses that were placed,
tear stained and love laced.


and now instantly dictates,

the realities that are too complicated to erase.

I got up yesterday feeling really good about things and life. I think its because for once I really felt like someone was finally getting  to know me and everything that I am. I was feeling so good that I was convinced that I was going to be grounded in a  feeling that was so long ago and so rare these days that it was just not going to happen. But  I guess it is true when the older people say "too much of a good thing always turns out to bad." This is somewhat the case for me now. I think I had to finally come to the realization that things and people are only what you allow them to be. I allowed this to be I guess. I opened up a chapter in my life that no one knows about because I  chose to make it that way. It was the one chapter that I felt was so special to me that I vowed never to share it with anyone but the person that was a part of my life at the moment. But that was just it. That person knew that I was a part of his world and his alone and he chose to do what he always does to me, build me up and then break me down. that's the bad part about it. It is heart breaking when you allow a person to have that much control over you even when they chose to push you aside and not be apart of your life, just to come back and do the same thing. Its like loving something or someone so much that you would stop time just to rearrange life so that you can have one moment to remain as a constant memory to have for the rest of your life. I am so hurt and I just want to cry all day long. I feel so abandoned again. One minute everything is as it should be, and the next it's not. I would never make anyone feel this way. Maybe that's my problem, I do and think so much  for the people that mean so much to me and in actuality it doesn't have an impact on them like I feel it should. Humans are naturally selfish. We do a lot of things subconsciously out of  the basic instinct to survive. That includes hurting people just to thrive. Its funny how those type of behaviors almost seem natural but the finer details always seem to go unused. I am fined tuned to the basic details of life. I think they create the final result to the instinctual behaviors we incorporate in our everyday lives. But that's just me and that's what makes me so different  from everyone else. That is the main reason I never get too close to people because the one person that helped shape my emotions about love is still hurting me so bad that the relief of being in control of that one feeling reminds me to always pay close attention to that particular area of my wounded heart.

Broken-ness

By Latresa Ivy


You have hurt me once before,
Always opening and closing the door,

of that world that we eternally share.
You have taken my heart and stripped it bare.


Tears falling from my face,
cleansing any and all trace,
the remembrance of kisses that were placed,
tear stained and love laced.


and now instantly dictates,

the realities that are too complicated to erase.