Come 2020 I’m bringing back my poetry workshops! I was a contract creative educator for Queens Library in 3 locations in the past and I loved it. I have been praying on it and it’s time to start teaching some young hungry minds again. For information on booking please fill out the contact form below or DM me on IG @ShaunLProductions
Bet you never thought it would take you this long to get your shit together
Bet you never knew it would take this long to improve
Bet you never knew you’d be a permanent work in progress never progressing
Looking for the beautiful
Trying to find it like the right words
Searching for it like lost keys in the bottom of baggage that you shouldn’t be carrying in the first place.
Last in place
In a race to no where
Battling with figments of your imagination
An imagination that never works when you want it to but holds you hostage
In a pool of pussies who never put their best foot forward because they didn’t want anyone to see their knock off no name shoes
Im valid because I said so.
The son of God is my brother.
Diamonds, mountains, and ocean floors are all imperfect but breathtaking nonetheless
So who’s to say I’m not beautiful.
Im lucky because someone tells me they love me every day.
Im happy because I choose to be.
Im special because there’s no more room in the mediocrity category.
My home has veins, blood, and a ventricle on each side.
I’m ugly only when I let the defects of my humanity get the best of me.
I’m here. In my fighting stance. I’m ready. I’m alive.
Does it haunt you and give you chills at night?
Does it weaken your limbs
And leave you vulnerable for the fight of life?
Does it bleed crimson red
Through your faded white smile ?
Does it go away or does it linger awhile ?
Does it ignite a bigger dream
Pure and unscathed ?
Does it guide you to a road of graciousness
New, bright, and paved?
“Maybe it just sags
Like a heavy load
Or does it explode,” regenerate and multiply at the node?
I’ve always loved water. Maybe I like it because I’m a Pisces. Had a great day today. Couldnt help but notice the blades of grass that were slightly damp from the brief stint of rain we had this afternoon. Water has a calming, purifying, therapeutic way about it. Its unlike any other element. Dug this poem up from 1:32pm August/3/2004
Waves from the discontented overwhelm me
I swim towards my former self
I cry but no one can see my tears
I try but my efforts go unrecognized
I keep swimming, for the struggle
seems to be my only purpose in life.
The current is so strong
and my weaknesses are becoming evident.
I escape the dangerous paths of predators
though my greatest conflict is person versus self.
I want to live above the dark murky water
With my own eyes, may I see the bright light that all of the free world is familiar with?
What is it to be free?
Is it to lay lifeless in hope for a re-birth?
Is it to be forced to breathe under the surface of clarity
This is one of my favorite times. Fan blowing, candles lit, music playing, breeze coming in from the window, glass of ice water at my bedside, captivated spirit ready to be filled. Intoxicated by the scent of my own skin. My freshly painted toes catch the flicker of the candlelight ever so often. My eyes avoid the clock in a futile attempt to postpone tomorrow. Tears well in the corners of my eyes to drown the Sandman. In this time I forget the laundry that needs to be done. I forget the bills that need to be paid. I forget the hugs that need to be given, conversations to be had and speeches to be made. I don’t think about where I thought I’d be or how far I’ve come. Friends I had or enemies I’ve created. I don’t think about anything but the soft mattress underneath me, the love overflowing from my heart, and my prayer thanking God that today was an additive to my strength and wisdom. This is one of my favorite times.