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Life gives me writers block


Life gives me writers block. I don’t know how many blogs I’ve made and put my best foot forward to be the writer, the thought provoking illustrator of words I’ve always felt I could be. Then baam life hits! And then I lose my mind to say it truthfully.

My words disappear and life consumes me. I’ve felt eaten alive. Then somewhere I would give up. I gave up on me and my writing. I gave up on my dream to be what God put me in existence for, to be a voice, to show my skill, to put forth my ideals, my complex thoughts and structurally vivid dreams.

Given up is like an addiction. It’s so easy to do but so very hard to stop. I think after my sisters murder in 2007, given up on me became all to easy. And people would say well life goes on but life had truly stopped for me. Life existed but I was no longer apart of the world. I’ve been walking around detached, uninvolved and trying to find me but I had been really dissatisfied.

Dissatisfied with how cruel life is but people continue to love, give and appreciate. How can one go on when someone so dear is taken away. In such a horrendous way. I’ve been struggling with this question but then I look around me and I know I have to stop feeling sorry for myself.

My sister was not only taken from me but she was taken from her 14 year old son. Our mother and brother, and many friends and family members who adored her to pieces. My sister was loved and left this world loved. I think that is the best I will get from this tragedy.

Since that day on May 18, 2007. I’ve cocooned myself never wanting to be hurt like that again. Not by life, not by my mistakes, not by anyone. But in doing that I have only hurt myself and my sister. As I continue to shield myself from life, I only take away my chances of true happiness.

But that stops today. I’m grabbing a hold of what is stopping me, ME! I’m shaking myself back to consciousness and realizing my dreams, my worth, my desires, my goals. Oprah said it and many before her “Never give up.”

I’m going to take that advice as I have decided to move forward with my life. I’m shedding my shell and opening a new chapter. I vow to no longer let life take my writing away. I promise myself even when I am down I will find the strength to write another day. Writing brings me such relief and I should not turn myself away from that.

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Poetry: Awaken Mind


Waking up early,

going to bed late,

I’ve got trouble,

shuffling threw the madness,

that stirs my mind awake,

structuring better ideas,

planning new options,

solutions are my goal,

keeping to them my fall,

tumbling, rustlings, turning,

in my covers,

perception,

becomes tired,

wanting nothing but rest,

there will be none,

thinkers unresolved,

never sleep,

only nap,

life’s at the door knocking,

wants to come in,

steps seeming to slow,

movements, motion, progress, flow,

aren’t swift enough,

I hear my heart beat,

feeling hurried,

stumbling, 

in my mind,

I’m at a still,

I breath in deep,

exhaling back to the motion,

I stand,

as my brain continues to contrive,

sit at my desk,

and publish the thoughts in my mind.

By: Kizze’ 9/16/10

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Kizze Talks About: open poetry contest


Company

Award

Fee

Submission Date


Submission Address

American Literary Review
$1,000.00
$15.00
June 1 – October 1, 2011
American Literary Review Short Fiction Contest
P.O. Box 311307
University of North Texas
Denton, TX 76203-1307
America Poetry Journal
$500.00
$16.00
06/30/11
J. P. Dancing Bear, Editor
The American Poetry Journal
P. O. Box 2080
Aptos, CA 95001-2080.
IMPORTANT: Please make checks payable to:
Dream Horse Press LLC.
Antigonish Review
$600.00 + publication
09/01/11
The Antigonish Review Contest,
Box 5000,
St. Francis Xavier University,
Antigonish,
Nova Scotia, Canada,
B2G 2W5.
The 46er Prize for Poetry
$400.00 + publication
Entry fee is $5.00 for one poem, $8.00 for two poems, and $10.00 for three poems.
12/31/11
angela@blacklawrencepress.com
Philip Levine Prize
$2000.00 + publication
$25.00
09/03/11
Philip Levine Prize in Poetry
Department of English, Mail Stop PB98
5245 North Backer Avenue,
California State University, Fresno,
Fresno, CA  93740

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Poetry Feature: Kids poetry


Well, I love to read others people poetry. So today I am featuring a website with poetry written by children. Kids’ Turn Central is a website with a variety of topics from cooking, pirates, homework, dinosaurs, babysitting, sports, etc. All things directed towards kids. As I was searching for a feature, I stumbled upon (not the application) this website. Most poems submitted seem to be by teenagers and older.

Poetry whether fiction or non-fiction allows you to see inside someones thoughts. Understand how there mind processes the world. Reading the poems by these kids took me back to when I was a youth and when I started writing poetry at 12. We sometimes forget our youthful spirit. How young we were when we had our first puppy love. How adolescence seemed to be so horrible and how we couldn’t just wait to grow up and create our own path. How innocent and naive we were about the world. And how heart ache made us stronger.

So if you like poetry, take a little time and let these kids take you back in time. When we thought we wanted to grow up so fast but now we can only wish to be a kid again.

I like one poem very much. It reminds me that even as a child you had to create your own hopes and strength. Please enjoy!

The Effort

I hear you tell me nothing can be done,

That I should give up, and not waste my time,

To see that my achievements won’t be won,

Despite any effort put forth of mine.

But I can see the truth, and I know better,

And to have what I want, and to succeed,

That I must see the world and know its weather,

And speak the life it holds beneath the weeds,

But I still hear you tell me, back inside,

That my hopes and dreams will only be lost,

That I cannot do it, so why bother try?

Effort put forth will be more then the cost,

And I yell back, ‘No! I know you are wrong!

If effort is great, the journey’s not long.”

Calm (15), Canada

For more kids poetry: Kids’ Turn Central

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The Help aint me, could have never done it, my Mouth is to unruley ) ) )


Cover of "The Help"

Cover of The Help

I was watching TV the other day, saw this new movie coming out called The Help. I found out it was first a book written by Kathryn Stockett depicting the 1960’s and black maids and there white employers. Just from the one trailer I saw on TV, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on a copy of the book. As I know and many readers know, the book is always better than the movie. It’s the original thought before the subtractions and exciting improves.

So, I’m reading the book and can hardly put it down long enough to write this entry on how good it is thus far. Now for me it takes a certain kind of book that can pursued me to stay in it all day and night until I am finished. The Help is that book. The characters are realistically sound. The way the author tells each persons side threw them, shows a life in the sixties that if I was there they would throw me back to the 80’s where I came from.

Disease carrying, separate bathroom shitting, floor wiping, dish washing, clothes hanging, child rearing, good cooking, silver polishing, shirt ironing, blanket folding, party catering, bus riding, hush your mouth or your fired, black ass having, under paid maid. And the list goes on. What a world! The book is filled with indifference, understanding and kitchen gossip. Love it!

I can only relate to these maids, servants, house prostitutes (in a kind way) in the face of being strong, a superwoman, a jack of all trades. I wonder how they put up with the nonsense, the indescribable insensitivity, the overly arrogant display of ignorance. The book portrays black women as the strong silent type. Keeping their mouths quiet in the face of all that is unholy, so they may eat, live, survive!

I couldn’t even fathom being in that time period. I’m a truth teller, word smith wheeler and dealer, and for someone to take that away from me, would be a crime. But the strength to continue and live in such a humiliating disposition, I understand things a bit better. I guess that’s why my grandmother moved west. I’ve never had the pleasure of such a contradiction of life, but I have run into foolish people with foolish thoughts, and it didn’t take me but a second to snap on that ignorance.

The book is a real good outlook on the turmoil of a black women in the south being a white persons “maid”. A testimony of the strength one has in an obstacle of a consensus way of thinking. I’m enjoying every book turning moment…Can you dig it!

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