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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…..

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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.

SWEET LOVE!

In Poetry, Self Expression on November 20, 2012 at 10:29 pm

NB. This is R Rated Content!

I came home today after college and this girl I talk to from the states messaged me, and we started talking about romantic things because she is a hopeless romantic who is absolutely gorgeous and I am a hopeless romantic too, but I never show it. We were talking for a couple hours and we decided to write poetry together. She wrote half other poem and I wrote the other half.

NB. We aren’t romantically involved…………………………………yet. lol

What would I have to do?

Who would I have to be?

For you to come over and make sweet love to me?

Must I climb the highest cliff?

Or swim along the ocean floor?

Could you just make love to my body and soul?

Or would you demand more?

Could you take me as I am?

With all my issues and my flaws?

Pull me to your bare chest without a hesitation or a pause?

Wrap me in your passion,

Expose your every need,

Press your lips to mine and let every secret be freed,

Sprinkle your tears across my cheek,

Confess your every desire,

Moan my name!

Call me yours,

And set my soul on fire!

Need me more with every breath that slips into your chest.

Please me nightly,

Miss me daily,

And never compare me to the rest,

Indeed,

As my heart grows fonder by the distance,

So does my confession and desire,

As I climb higher,

I demand your secret touch,

Your scent,

Your curves that are so bent,

I rely on your sweet breath,

That I tantalizingly taste with my tongue,

The ever sensation that fills my heart,

Fills my heart with joy,

Make love to the sacred skin,

That is as precious as the finest cloth,

Finest texture,

That fits your perfect curves,

Your perfect shape,

Let me expose your greatness,

Let me dig deep to dominate your body,

Expose your soul,

Let it free,

Interlock our fingers in unison,

Hold tight for all the members,

And keep holding,

Never leave,

Make love,

Unseen penetration that unfolds in orgasmic symbolic threads,

Finally breathe hard,

Fall asleep.

By Hannah Lee and TheLookoutDiary

WHY I LOVE BLACK WOMEN

In Poetry on November 16, 2012 at 3:47 pm

GAAWWWWDDD DAAYYYYUUUUUM

I love how black women have this subtle style that I don’t seem to understand. It is beautifully secret within.

I love how black women don’t have to try to be cool, they just naturally are.

I love how black women have natural African hair, which looks naturally curly, naturally afro shaped, naturally black and soft.

I love how black women can cook really well and make food have so much flavour.

I love how black women are strong, and grounded in their beliefs, principles and morals.

I love have black women have the natural curves of a queen.

I love how black women act so queen like. Like they are the most important women in the world.

I love how black women can project their voice in speech, song, and laughter.

I love how black women can stick by their children through the best times of life and through the hardships.

I love the black woman’s commitment.

I SIMPLY LOVE THE BLACK WOMAN!

I CAN’T WAIT FOR MY BLACK WOMAN!

LONGEST DAY EVER

In Self Expression on October 24, 2012 at 8:15 pm

I woke up this morning 6:00am on the dot. Jumped into the bath, ate breakfast by 7 and left my house by 7:10am. I was heading to the Passport Office in Victoria. I am going away to Tenerife for five days during half term break. I left my house prepared and ready for action. I get to the train station and the trains are running late. I was going to meet my mum’s friend at Tower Hill station so I can get counter signatures done for my passport application. The train being late, gets me to Tower Hill not at 8:15am when I was expected to be there, but 8:30, half an hour till my passport appointment. I am rushing at this point, but I stay calm. I remember that I am missing an English lesson at college at the same time, only because I am getting a new passport on the same day. I hate missing lessons!

I get to the passport office, after getting lost in Victoria. I then got a free taxi ride, for 30 seconds. I couldn’t even position myself on my Blackberry Google Maps. At the passport office they search me and when I walk through the metal detectors, the guy searching me closely starts  making jokes with me about having metal on me. I point to my belt. I jump through the long queue for processing, and I realise when I am getting my passport application sorted, my photo ID’s are lost. I have to run to Victoria Station, get cash out, and take fresh pictures in the station. I take my pictures to the people at the passport office and they say my head is too shiny. I go, wipe my head hard, and take new pictures in the passport office. Now, I am really frustrated because of the long process and me thinking I would get to college at 9:45 for my English lesson. Let’s just say, it was still 9:30 and I am in Victoria, making jokes with the assistants. I go back, give my new pictures to the woman who is sorting out my passport and this time, my head is dry and spotty. Picture perfect.

Leaving the passport office, I am heading to college. I remember that this is the day when I am supposed to perform my poetry at the talent showcase at college.

I reach college, type up my poetry, sign it for authenticity, and next I go and give a presentation to my form class about blogging, the benefits and how the college can adopt such a lovely, creative, powerful tool for expression. After the presentation, I walk downstairs in the main building at college. I see one of the most beautiful, beautiful black girls I have ever seen. Of course, I raised my voice, acted confident and dominated myself and where I was. I caught her attention for a split second. Smiled and waved. I don’t know if I will get to talk to her at some point in school. Carrying on from my distant encounter with the beautiful girl, I met my poet/freestyle/rapper friend Pelumi, and go down to Tesco to raid it’s fridges for food for the day. I am a beast at that point, because all poets need extra water and food in preparations for a performance. Getting back, I practice with my poetry mentors and then off I go to the talent show.

Me practicing my poetry in a little French room in college, in front of other poets was not so great, but when I went on stage I felt invincible. I noticed millions of girls in the crowd and just went into it (the poem will be posted soon). I was happy with my performance. I got the reaction I expected, and felt like every talent and performance by all the artists today, was exceptionally creative and I am happy I signed up to perform.

Poetry allows me to open up on my emotions, become clear of my emotions like how blogging allows me to make sense of what is happening in my life.

I am so satisfied with my day, and I can honestly say college can only get better in time. *plays Frank Ocean – Channel Orange*

SOUTHBANK AND BEYOND

In Photography, Self Expression on March 25, 2012 at 10:46 pm

SOUTHBANK has always been my favourite culture spot in London.

Cycle Lady seems to be on a mission.

I think his socks want a kiss.

The people behind only saw his belly for a split second. And so did my side. He loved it. DEFINTELY.

Talent from the street is always surprising.

He seriously didn’t need a drum kit.

This dude reminds me of an actor.

Just before I left Embankment.

They really wanted attention when they saw the camera.

Finally back home.

Some of the photo’s were taken by Sarah Ogole, my lovely aunt who inspired me to go out with her on her little adventure. Carlo, my younger cousin, also joined us on our day out and gave us the laughter that kept the day alive.

Everyday Lunch Break

In Photography on January 21, 2012 at 2:15 am

My lunch period in college isn’t the usual. Me and Elliot have the constant risk of getting run over on the main road, even when the green man is showing.

I finally had the courage to make movements across the road, knowing that the old ladies were making the first movements.

I never really take the time to actually witness the architecture that exists minutes from my college. I have to pick up my camera from my room, stick it into my bag and walk down the road to find time to stop and capture something wonderful.

The previous day, I wasn’t feeling so well so instead of buying McDonalds, or a lovely bagel, I went to Millies Cookies. By the time I ate two, I was like ‘that is seriously enough!’ I had to get back to college for my 2 hour Philosophy lesson.

I don’t like chocolate. Since the day I was born, me and chocolate haven’t gotten along really well. I absolutely hate the taste of it. I do like white chocolate though.

Costa has to wait because it is cold, and I only had half an hour for lunch, so I had to skip this destination.

Even though I had class soon, I had to fit in a few shots of my friend. The strange moment when your friend likes his picture taken and you comply because that is what friends do. They look out for each other.

Well, that is my lunch break. Everyday ends up being different because what we choose to eat seems to change quite a lot. When we make a decision well before the point of lunch break, we end up doing the complete opposite. Typical teenagers growing up. What do you expect?

Life Through The Lens

In Photography, Self Expression on November 8, 2011 at 11:37 pm

The secret and beauty of living life is just simply living it to the maximum. I love my life and wouldn’t change it for anything. So many things have happened that I would never substitute or take back. I am completely satisfied with the way everything has happened in my life so far, and hopefully it can continue the way it has been unfolding steadily. Hanging out with friends, and being in the moment and not worrying about anything else except taking life in, is simply beautiful.

TheLookoutDiary, with the help of his friends, exhibit life in the making.

 

What you see is life in the making. We don’t watch life happen, because everyday, whatever we are doing, we are living it fully!

I DON’T CARE

In Self Expression, Self Help on October 17, 2011 at 7:06 pm

People always try to fit into society by doing everything that is normal. They never do something that they truly want to do, but have to do to be accepted by their fellow peers. People who constantly try to fit in, never feel comfortable. My friend Pablo (picture) came to college in a scooter and in my opinion, had immense amounts of swagger, I couldn’t put into words.

When do we just do what we feel and never think about what people think. The people that are different, couldn’t care less how people perceive them. It is then that they get praise for being so cool, all because they are unique in their style. Yes, it is style! The things everyone does is just boring but when you break away from the norms of society, we start to become creative and experimental and then great things are created.

Now, I am going to upgrade my skateboard and roll into school doing an ollie. No one should copy me but respect my style and get their own!

I Am Not Perfect *****

In Hip Hop, Poetry on October 3, 2011 at 7:15 pm

Today I was hanging out with some friends and they use the N word so casually. It has become such a norm for black people in society, we just regard it as an ordinary word. We consistently hear rappers use the N word in the music scene. I am one of those teenagers that if I hear a good song and I somehow remember the lyrics, I would rap every curse word, N word and other abusive language.   That is when I am alone in my room, but never in public. I am not perfect! I personally don’t have a problem with the word. Usually, it is just people who have passion for their lyrics who use the word and other times people just acting like they lack intelligence and are stupid. I will also say that they should not abuse it even though the colour of their skin and history gives them a slight legitimate reason for its common use in their speech. We should understand the roots of black history while at the same time, aim to make change. That may indeed mean all people stop using it altogether!

A poem from Julian Curry on the subject ‘Niggas!’

Is it really just an ordinary word? What do you think about the use of the word?