TheLookoutDiary

UPDATE ON THELOOKOUTDIARY

In Uncategorized on January 8, 2013 at 8:15 pm

To all my followers,

I am truly sorry I have quit blogging….I am kidding. Writing is my life. I will never stop writing.

I have a new website. It will be updated as often as a writer can keep writing. The focus is still the same. I will spread truth, honesty, love and compassion towards all my readers through my perception of life and the significant experiences that occur in my life. I swear to never write words with no reason or be pretentious but only pure and honest with every syllable, adjective, noun and pronoun that is published on my page.

If you want to follow me on my quest for greatness, meaning and growth, keep following. Bookmark my new website, and I’ll see you on the other side.

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POETRY IS THE THERAPY I MADE LOVE TO

In Poetry, Self Help on November 23, 2012 at 4:32 pm

If you haven’t noticed, I have been writing more poetry posts than anything else on my blog. I usually post something related to a learning experience. A learning experience I would like to share with people with the hope of inspiring positive change, but I have been addicted to writing poetry recently. Poetry has become my guide, my love and my solution to problems I just can’t figure out by thinking in ‘normal’ ways. Normal isn’t even the word to describe it. I just feel poetry gives me a very clear picture and hope.

I feel poetry allows me to become very creative in my expression and make me happy when I feel down. I feel shy talking about embarrassing moments in my life and I feel lost in talking in complexity so my devout lover is my poetry. I can write a poem in 20 mins and then feel a change in my life in a couple hours after release.

I don’t write poetry to make money or to become famous. I don’t care if people like it or not. I care most about me expressing myself to myself, and uplifting myself for good. If I can have a pen, and a piece of paper or my Blackberry, I am forever lost in my lyrics and nothing can interrupt that secret, colourful zone that erupts with words that buzz, tingle, and transform me and others that read my work.

I have a national poetry slam final coming up in London, and I guess I need to prepare for it. And I guess poetry is the therapist I made love to…..

Morning Message

In Poetry on November 21, 2012 at 4:26 pm

My doodling in the library today.

As I wake,

I thank another day,

Erase my memory,

Reminisce on past,

Hope for the future,

She says morning,

I say I,

She says Miss,

And I say You,

Automatic.

 

She expresses her await for my waking call,

Waking message,

I tweet a favourite,

Touch a paper,

Read a statement,

Statement of love,

Passion and Pursuit.

 

Those hours of silence,

Broken by the fingers,

Mended by the imagination,

And uplifted by the vision,

I surely missed her message.

 

The love I called for,

The message I aspired to read,

The story I desired to listen to,

Revealed.

 

I wish she was upon me,

Pen signature,

Blueberry flow,

Black print perfection,

A lesson of care,

Never ending.

 

Technology has no boundary,

PC operates,

Memory adjusted,

Twitter application,

Hello,

I waited for you to wake up,

Is the unconditional message.