Unedited poems (we are similar)

Posting unedited poetry. Thank you for taking a moment in your life to read me, it is greatly appreciated. Enjoy:)

We are so similar. You’re passionate. You’re powerful. You’re hyper. You’re giddy.

At the same time, you can tune out completely from the world.

You enjoy time for you. You don’t need anyone to pursue something.

You get what you want because that’s what you feel.

You’re perceived differently because it’s intimidating to some to see someone with so much power. You still need to tame your inner beast.

You still need to learn how to protect your heart.

Passion like ours is a gift and a curse.

We love flawlessly, and we can hate the same way.

We don’t need to talk much to impact anyone; our aura speaks louder than most crowds.

So when you express yourself, you have a great responsibility.

Your words need to impact in a positivity matter.

Sometimes you’ll have to take a hit or two, straight to the heart.

Straight to the ego. But it’s okay. We can take it.

You can feel safe with me.

With me, you can be yourself without the filter.

I understand you…

You and I are the same. I understand you. This is why I can’t shake him.

We are the same.

I’ve never seen that before.

I can accept that he is not meant to be mine. I just don’t see how he’s not though.

Unedited poems (he did hurt me)

He didn’t plan on hurting me

It never felt that way

Our needs grew at different rates

And someone had to pay

I keep the painful nights to myself

As much as possible

My crew would respond to my tears with a hug and “you have to let him go”

He’s everything I could of hoped for

Pure heart, beautiful smile, gorgeous from head to toe

But regardless of how we click and flow

He couldn’t choose me over all these fucking hoes

 

Unedited poems (I will give it all up)

Sharing the longer version of my poems, unedited, uncut, just raw versions. Enjoy 🙂

I’ll give it all up
The ring, the house, the clothes
I’ll give it all up
Take it all away
Every single memory
I don’t ever want to recognize you or any place we’ve been
Take it all away from me

I just want me
Nothing else matters
All I want is my peace and my name
I just want to go back to the days
where being away from you did not make me insane

Unedited poem( he silenced my pain)

I will be posting more of my poems on here, if you scroll through mmy past post you will find poems, the ones called “Unedited poems” are the longer version of poems you may see on my Instagram or Facebook page.

Enjoy 🙂

He silenced my pain and made my innocence audible

Heartache is a beautiful place where you breakdown, rebuild and grow

I promise to care for him more than he thinks he deserves

I’ll be strong, loyal and forever dedicated…

I’ve been waiting for the right moment to speak what’s in my heart

Maybe tomorrow…

Or this summer…

God keeps telling me you can’t rush forever

I guess that’s true…

Worse case scenario he will be happy with another

Letters. (Preview to book 2)

When I came home from the hospital, I was a mother, a 20-year-old mother. For whatever reason, I knew what to do. I could not fall asleep until he fell asleep. I rocked him in my arms over and over until I got the right rhythm. I got cable because of him. Five channels were not enough if you were up all night.

I, to my mom’s relief, understood all the grief I caused as a teenager. This baby in my hands… he would look the same to me in 20 years. What the fuck would I say or do if he did not come home at the time he said he would? I would die a little and love him more than the day before.

The second I saw him, I had a lot to say. And as we grew up, and we did this together, I had a lot more to convey. So I wrote this and dedicated it to him.

A love letter from a flawed mom to her beloved son.

No pictures.

When the relationship ended, I didn’t have any pictures to destroy or delete. We had no photos taken together. It made me sad a bit then I realised that our phones were rarely out when we were together. We often sent each other pictures of what we were doing, but we didn’t take pictures together. It didn’t even cross our minds. No selfies with bae, no hashtags “couplegoals” nothing at all.

What did it mean? Did we not share any special moments worth commemorating? Didn’t I want to show off my man with a beautiful caption inspired by his smile and warmth? I have no answers. Just a few more questions.

All I know is that we knew each other for a decade, and there was little to no trace of it. Ironically, memories are way more challenging to erase.

I can describe our first date and his smile with the same passion I always did. Those images are tattooed in my head.

My memories are tricky. If I’m nostalgic, I make them perfect. If I’m angry, I make them platonic. I don’t know what’s real anymore, but it’s okay.

I do wish I had a couple of pictures to touch, cry over and then throw away. I think it would help the heartbreak process. It does feel nice to think that we shared a lot of memories and never stopped to take a picture.

Maybe the present was so beautiful we thought we didn’t need to frame it, the future would only get better.

Unedited poems (happy in sadness)

I know you’re comfortable in pain

Scared of the sunshine because you believe you belong under clouds of sadness and fears

I want to tell you, there’s beauty in the struggle, but we need peace

The stories that broke your heart, need a different ending

Whatever you are feeling is valid

You’re allowed to heal

You’re allowed to glow from joy

Vulnerability might attract everything you’ve been protecting yourself from

A soft soul attracts people that know you by spirit

You need other beings that will show you where to walk and help you mend your wounds

We are just like you

We just need you to be more like you

“Listen to me.” Said: everyone.

Some of us were blessed to be born into families that value our voices. Some of us made friends and found spouses that do the same. Safe places to run to when we need to empty our heavy hearts. But, those safe places are still quite “rare” if we compare it to how many people we know and rub shoulders with in our everyday lives.

I think the world is starving, starving to be heard and understood. I also think this caused us to become poor listeners. It also puts us at risk to attach ourselves to people that might not be good for us overall, but fill up that one void. They hear us.

We need to become better listeners, for us and for the world.

Becoming a better listener requires you to hear other people’s perspectives without an attachment to your views. Your main concern should be to understand and listen to what is said and unsaid. From the words spoken to the body language, studders, misty eyes and anger.

We need to learn to navigate conversations properly. Ignoring the need to share a similar experience when there’s an opening. I know that sometimes sharing a similar story might seem like we are letting one know that they are not alone, but other times, I’d say, most times, its best to empathise in silence. We need to use our past challenges and to connect and welcome vulnerability without overshadowing the moment with your words.

This is just a reminder that a lot of times we think we are listening, but we are just waiting to express our thoughts.

Pause, empty your mind, connect and genuinely attempt to learn more about somebody else. Do it without an agenda, do it because it’s a great gift to anyone.

Everyone yearns to be heard.

I challenge you to listen to more people, do it unselfishly and with loving intentions.

You are a perfectly calculated miracle.

Re-visiting blogs. Re-posting one of my favourites. Enjoy!

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You are worthy because you exist. You are a perfectly calculated miracle.

-Lamisspoetry

I had a conversation with my best friend Faviola the other day. We were having one of our in-depth discussions about the universe and our future. While we were talking, she asked me “how do I understand what the poems mean? Sometimes I try hard, and I don’t get the meaning of them.”

That is a terrific question, and that is something a lot of people wonder. The thing about poetry is that you do not need to understand what the poet was trying to say, it doesn’t matter. What matters is what you see and understand when you read it. Poetry is supposed to make you discover something within yourself. Nothing else.

I am very open when it comes to people’s perspectives on my quotes and poems. I even do my best to keep the poems gender neutral; that way, all you have to do is read them and connect.

A while ago, I posted the quote “You are a perfectly calculated miracle” I did not have anything specific in mind when I wrote it, but shortly after when a friend from work told me she was pregnant, the first thing I thought was ” aww, that child is a perfectly calculated miracle.”

When I posted the quote, I did not expect to get a negative comment on it, but it received one. My comment section went down like this:

Quote:

You are a perfectly calculated miracle.

-Lamisspoetry

Comment:

Person: Actually, I was the product of negligence and unprotected sex
Me: You can be both
Person: Not when there’s no such thing as a miracle
Me: To each their narrative.
Person: To each their blatant ignorance.

I stopped responding after that. There is no point. It stayed on my mind though. Until this day, it stays on my mind. I am bothered that anyone wouldn’t see this quote as a better narrative than ” I was the product of negligence…”

I looked up the facts and there are 20 million to 100 million spermatozoids released when a man ejaculates.. and then one of them makes it to the egg… then if all is well the woman becomes pregnant, then around ten months later, a child is born. Without going into the details of what could have happened during or after birth, let’s think of all these odds… You are here after all this. How is that not a calculated miracle? It might have been unplanned, but there is no mistake. Before you took your first breath, you were fighting for your life. You wanted to be here.

That is not a coincidence, and no one can convince me otherwise.

We all have moments where we wonder what our purpose on earth is, times when we feel lost and unwanted. I hear you, and I have been there.

I want you to know that regardless of all the ups and down, you are wanted, you are needed, you are worthy of life, and you are worthy of love.

You did not make it all the way here for nothing. If you are still wondering what your purpose is, let me give you one hint… it all starts by understanding that you fought for your life and you won. It’s yours. Why not make it a beautiful one?

 

 

Next season

“Tell the Wolves I’ll send out to get them
All ruthless beasts are needed for motivation.”

When I wrote that quote I was making a reference to my next step, my next move. I knew I would need another level of motivation to follow through with my goals and plans. The clearer my purpose became, the stronger my motivation was. It felt as if writing my book was a need for me and for whoever will connect to it once they read it. Getting more information and certified as a coach made sense, it allowed me to structure my coaching sessions differently, which benefits me and my clients.

Learning about myself was key. Emotional regulation helps me all the time, but in times like now, it is a life saver.

This 6-month chapter closes. Class is officially done, no more late nights and early mornings. My son is almost done with the school year as well, so no more drives to the tutor, my weeks were going by very fast and now it feels back to normal but it goes by very slow.

Things are right on schedule. My next step is to go back to my writing and the book, so here I am.

Someone asked me if I was excited about the book, and I did not feel excitement at the time. My emotions about my projects move in waves. Now I am in a different mode. I want it to be done, and I want it to be done properly and beautifully.

I feel as if each “season” requires me to shed some of myself to allow me to move forward. Sometimes I let go of very good things to allow greater things into my life. Those waves of emotions I navigate through come with joy and pain.

I want to be open in my book, vulnerable and transparent. The process of healing can be challenging and heartbreaking, but it brought me so much. It made me curious and more courageous about taking chances on myself. I can’t wait to share it with the world.

Talk to you all very soon.