Wednesday, February 24, 2010

The Woman Inside

I am a nurturing woman
I am a sensitive woman
I am a beautiful woman
I am a motherly woman
I am an in love woman
I am a curious woman
I am a cautious woman
I am a spiritual woman
I am a sensual woman
I am a fearful woman
I am a fun-sized woman
I am a poetic woman
I am a creative woman
I am a musical woman
I am an independent woman
I am a lucky woman
I am a pregnant woman
I am a dramatic woman
I am an intense woman
I am a fierce woman
I am a graduating woman
I am a cosmetic woman
I am a skeptical woman
I am a pessimistic woman
I am a rebellious woman
I am a free-spirited woman
I am a taken woman
I am a vegetarian woman
I am a surviving woman
I am a mysterious woman

I AM WOMAN!
I AM A FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH!

NOTEBOOK

Notebook, oh marvel that you are…
Your pages filled to the brim with my thoughts…
The pen moving against your skin flows my thoughts unknown…
The words form your soul…the feelings form your heart… and the impression your spirit…
Notebook, how I love you so…
Almost a person you are.
You have personality, style and life with in that spiral bound…
When the thoughts are complete and your pages completely full …
You like I, will give birth to new light…
And don’t fret…
Your memory is not forgotten, for though you will sit on my shelves with the others…
You make a lasting impression in my heart and I will give you life…
The life that you have given me…
For others will see…the beckon of light that you truly are…
Notebook, oh marvel that you are…

Thursday, February 18, 2010

The Warrior Woman

The primal fear.
Many forms come to mind.
A primal fear is a deep fear.
Fear at the base...

For some...
Death
Others'...
Life
Some...
Failure
Others'...
Sucess
Some...
Depression
Others'...
Happiness

For some to survive...
For me...the silence is my worst fear and
surviving the lack of noise;
surving inside myself.

Amara Lillian

Spread out for the world to see,
I lay my sins upon your lap,
With a gust of your spirit,
I must confess, I feel naked,
With a flash of your face,
I see the roadside where I must choose,
Betray your memory or act in vein