Exodus

I admit
My pen has not been busy
It’s been silent
Observant
Watchful
Full of things to speak but I pause and clinch this staff tightly
Selah on the moments recorded in time
Wallow in despair and frustration of what I see
Contempt and hopelessness hold hands counting the minutes until they invade my space
I part my lips
Hoping for an exodus of sound
A murmur
Even a sigh
At the end of this dry tongue is promise
freedom
So instead of speech there are signs
Pointing to destinations
Visions that need eyes to see not the trick but the treasure
Dreams that need interpretations
Ears willing to hear and do
All before idleness crashes against me


Dry tongue
Thirsting for Wet ink to build its walls against the path
White sea clear and full of opportunity
Yet I selah
I pause
I take in the power of silence
The strength and sharpness of this pen
The depth of its permanence
It stains my lips
Again I part them
Take a deep breath
I cross the bottom of this dry ocean of words
I reach the other side
No more wilderness pages
This is my exodus of sound

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Feature Friday presents: Zerahyah, “A Mother’s Pain”..

Hey there lovely people. Its been a minute. But we are back at it again with another one. Yes, that’s right it’s Feature Friday!!! We have a previous guest and she is back at it again with another poem. That’s right, she was our first feature Friday guest. I present to you Zerahyah, “A Mothers Pain”. Dont forget to check out Zerahyah’s first poem here.

A Mother’s Pain

I raised two black men

Where according to society, their first sin was being born with melanated skin…

They where guilty at their first breath.. labeled as the least desirable…

Apart of a class with no intellect, Maafa 21 explains it best..

I was impregnated with a stigma.. the worlds most hated species… the ones that planned parenthood let slip away…

I been sleeping lightly since that day..

I had to ready myself for the battles ahead.. cause I know society wants my seeds dead..

They say white privilege ain’t a thing.. tell that to my men who was born at the root of racism suffeRING..

The risk of being killed in the street or traffic stop.. under the distress of some racist trigger happy cop..

All under the words of the justice not meant for us..

Born scarred hated by people with black hearts..

We are fighting a war we didn’t start..

I’m prepared to hold court in the streets.. with the men I birthed side by side on our feet..

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New Things: When the Heat Finds You…

Hello Lovlies,

I hope everyone is fairing well with the stay at home orders across the world. I have been in the lab again thinking about things I could do to blog more. Well, I have been working on this project now for about a year or more. I haven’t gotten very far but I thought I would share this to see if it may seem interesting and to gain some feed back. Should I partake and venture off into my writing or should I stay in my lane? I will let you be the judge. Feedback is welcome! So, I present to you, “When the Heat Find You”, the beginning of a novella.

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“When the Heat Finds You”

Chapter 1

Smoke Alarm – Jewel

It was the third time this week and Jewel found herself alone again. Sitting in her cozy den she brushed imaginary lint from her lap.  She was hoping that she wouldn’t be stood up again. After preparing dinner she prepared herself. Perfect dress, perfect shoes. She took special care on her hair to make sure not one loc was out of place. Staring in the mirror, she wondered, would it be all for nothing? Had she chosen the perfect person to love? In that instance she realized the lines of stress had found themselves under her eyes. This type of love had aged her in ways she had not quite understood. There had to be a way to reach him without losing all that she was in the process. All she ever desired was the little girls dream of the big barbie house and 2.5 kids with a white picket fence. All that seemed childish now with all that was going on.  She was desperate to have the dream she so longed for but at what cost, her dignity, self-respect? Snapping out of her never ending thoughts she made her way to the dining room. Taking in the scenery that she created, her footsteps drowned out the thoughts that captivated her. The flickering from the candle lit table whispered for guest. Red roses and crystal dinner ware covered the white table cloth.  The wine was chilling and would soon make it appearance to the table. Staring into the flickering lights Jewel got lost in her emotional prison. She was waiting on a man that was not hers. Yet, there was something about him and though he was not hers, she was not ready to let 

go. She demanded so much of his time though he clarified many times that he was not leaving his wife.

Her eyes danced over the clock from her phone and she realized that he was late. The fire flickered across her skin as she sat sipping her glass of red wine. This was how she ended her nights when broken promises found themselves in her lap. Tears begin to fall as she pondered how she got to this place. She was some man’s mistress. She had promised herself that she would never end up like her mother. Just the thought that she was now the woman that she vowed never to become caused the hairs on her skin to raise. Rubbing her hands across her arms to find a way to trap in the heat escaping her body, she found no comfort in knowing that she was a homewrecker and that it was only a matter of time until it all caught up with her. Karma, if there was such a thing sat crouching at her door awaiting the chance to rain the same suffering that she had caused. The house she was standing in was empty and there was no love here that made it home. Every room, filled with furniture and the perfect décor but not with love. Pictures hung on the wall that reminded her that her life was all a lie. She was in a family portrait with another woman’s husband.  The only thing that she had that belong to her was the tears that were leaving tracks on her pretty face.

Jewel wasn’t the flyest woman in the room, but when she showed up, she shined in her own way. Her skin was the color of night. There was something about her midnight skin that men found her exotic. Her eyes were like stars that lit the night sky. 

She inherited her father’s skin tone and her mother’s slight curves. Her hips were slightly wider than her waist. Standing at 5’5” she was average. She had been growing her locks for 6 years and she promised herself that she would never cut them.

 If she never opened her mouth you would assume that she had an accent.  That was the reason why, that day in the bookstore Isaiah approached her. The more that she thought back to that day, the more the tears began to fall. Why did I have to entertain him, she thought?  If she had stayed focused on her book browsing, she would have even caught him staring at her. That was the day that her life changed.

He was so handsome. His caramel skin looked like it could melt if it was atop hers. The thought of touching his skin caused her to salivate. She wondered how he taste. His smile was charming and inviting. He had hazel eyes that looked like deep wells that she found herself lost in the second they made eye contact. His very presence commanded the attention of everyone in the room. The boss demeanor oozed off of him and she knew that too much of him would be a bad thing. But there was something about his eyes that she couldn’t look away. The way his eyes scanned her body was hypnotic. It left her in a trance that she was in no way strong enough to break. It was as if he could see through to her very soul. She wondered if he could read her thoughts.  As she stared at him, she hoped that he wasn’t poison. She hoped that their meeting was love at first site.  Slipping into the next isle over to hide her interest she took a deep breath.  As her eyes searched the ceiling for a way out of this attraction, she could feel the heat in the small of her back. 

Her heart raced from the anticipation that he was in the next isle over.  A lump formed in her throat. Swallowing her fear she exited the isle only to walk face first into him. There he was, corners of his mouth curled loosely and eyes that introduced himself to her without a voice.

“Excuse me, I’m so sorry, I should watch where I’m going”, Jewel blushed.

“No apology needed, finding everything you are looking for okay?”

“I am.  Thank you”, Jewell replied.

“Well if you are looking for anything else let me know.”

That was how is started a simple conversation after bending a corner in a book store. A casual embrace. An immediate attraction to a stranger in a book store. No longer a stranger Isaiah had made his mark on her life and she was not ready to let him go so easily. His sexy eyes and caramel skin hypnotized her every time he gazed at her too long. Just thinking about his smile soften the rocky placed in her heart. Quickly blinking her eyes, she snapped out of the trance. So, what he bought this house that she now lived in. 

She was tired of sitting around waiting on him to make the decision to stay home with her permanently. 

She was tired of sneaking around. She was tired of being his little secret. 

She wanted to be number one. What man buys a house that he can’t stay the night in, she thought.

Jewel stood in front of the fireplace staring down at the ring on her left hand. The diamonds casted a light on the wall from the fire in front of her. This ring means nothing without a vow to go with it, she thought. Isaiah had promised her the world, he promised her his last name. Jewel Devereaux. There was no way she could have his last name if it belonged to another woman.

It wasn’t until after he had bought the house that she found out that he had a wife and 1.5 kids at home. They had been together for over a year before she found out. How could she be so stupid.  He always came up with some excuse as to why he was not able to spend the night with her or why she could not stay with him. First, it was because he had a roommate that he was not comfortable bringing his girlfriends around, as he had a horrible experience prior to meeting her. Then, it was always work or some early meeting that he needed to make sure that he was there bright and early for. He insisted that he could never focus on work when she was around, so he needed his space at his own place. He was smooth as silk with his words. How could she be so naive. She made the promise that it would be different from here on out. Either he would tell his wife so that they could be together or this house would be even more empty, without her in it.  

Gathering the empty glass and wine bottle from the table, she notices the light from her phone blinking. That was her life blinking lights. Blinking lights always meant canceled plans and disappointment.  Debating whether she was ready to except his excuses she slowly picked up the phone. Entering her passcode, she unlocked her phone to retrieve the message. Her chest rising and falling from the weight of his words, she slowly read the message from Isaiah,

ZAI: IM SORRY I CAN’T MAKE IT TONIGHT. I KNOW THAT YOU HAD PLANS FOR US. I KNOW THIS IS HARD ON YOU. SOON I PROMISE. I JUST NEED TO PUT SOME THINGS IN ORDER BEFORE I MAKE AN EXIT. I LOVE YOU KEEP IT WARM FOR ME.

The empty wine glass shattered against the brick fireplace, glass falling beneath her feet. Jewel was done. It was the same excuse and she always fell for it. KEEP IT WARM FOR ME!!  He had the nerve and he was on her last one.

“I’m over it”she yelled!

She snatched her blanket from her favorite chair to go to bed. She thought to leave her phone behind but she second guessed that. She had plans. He was coming home sooner than later. If he wanted it warm, she was willing to accommodate. She just hoped he could stand the heat because it was about to get hot. She was ready to set his whole life on fire and she would be the one holding the extinguisher.

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Feature Friday: Buddah Desmond, Home (Don’t Give Up)…

Hey there lovely people! I hope you all are still being safe with everything that is taking place across the world. I am sure that some are on quarantine due the coronavirus sooo, I have some entertainment for you. That’s right it is Feature Friday here on No Line Left Behind. So without further ado let me introduce you to our next feature with Buddah Desmond and his poem, “Home (Don’t Give Up). However, you know how we do it here on No Line left behind. Let’s get to know him a little.

Welcome to No Line Left Behind.

So what is your name and where are you from?

My name is BuddahDesmond. I was born in Washington, DC, and raised P.G. County MD (primarily Forestville, MD and Greenbelt, MD). I currently reside in Alexandria, VA.

Okay, VA in the house! What do you believe the poets purpose is?

The poet’s purpose is to tell the truth. To be the voice of the unheard. To write about things seen and unseen. To write about the good, the bad, and all the notes that lie between. To write about the familiar, and that which makes us uncomfortable. To write that which is in your heart, mind, and soul. To evoke feelings, incite discussion, open minds, and offer different perspectives. If the poet’s work truly resonates with audience, it may inspire positive action or spark social change. 

Hmm, yes to all that! So tell us, how long have you been writing and do you partake in any other creative writing?

I’ve been writing since I was about 7 or 8 years old. I started writing short stories, and eventually moved on to song lyrics. I wrote my first poem when I was 10, but didn’t write another poem until I was 12. I continued writing song lyrics between that time, and read a great deal of poetry by Maya Angelou, Langston Hughes, Nikki Giovanni, Sonia Sanchez, and Paul Laurence Dunbar during this time. (All of the aforementioned writers are major influences.) Aside from short stories, song lyrics, and poetry, I also write prose, essays, and blog posts.     

Oh, those are some of my favorites as well. What would you like people to know about poetry?

Poetry is about getting beyond the surface. Lifting the veil if you will. As poets, we write about the human condition. The ties that band. The things that bring us together, without shying away from the very things often used to drive wedges between us. We bring our unique styles, sensibilities, and experiences to the forefront, and it colors our work. We live and breathe poetry. It’s a powerful art form, and its language is universal. There is no life without poetry. 

It takes bravery to be a poet. So I agree. Do you have a favorite poet and why do you choose them?

I have so many favorite poets. It’s hard to choose just one. But I’ll be good and mention only one of my faves today. LOL! If I were to choose one poet, I’d have to say Maya Angelou. One of my all-time favorite movies is Poetic Justice. I’m a big fan of Janet Jackson, Tupac Shakur (RIP), Regina King, Joe Torry, and John Singleton (RIP), of course. My mother and I went to see Poetic Justice opening weekend, I believe. The griping storytelling and the performances drew me in. I’ve watched it countless times. While Angelou’s poetry in the film moved me, it wasn’t until a year later that it truly began speaking to me in ways that nearly defied comprehension. Around this time I purchased a paperback of Maya Angelou’s Poems. I carried it with me and read selections from it practically everyday for a year or so. It was like my poetry bible. 

Angelou has a way with words. She commands them. Her work is sincere, passionate, and engaging. It expresses a consciousness that, no what year it is, remains relevant on social, political, cultural, and historical levels. She is a poet’s poet. When you read Angelou, you’re deeply moved and come away with a better understanding of yourself, the human race, and the world.

Yes, she is one of the greats. Her poetry has always resonated with me. Poetic Justice is one of my favorite movies of all time. So, do you have any upcoming events?

I don’t have any upcoming events yet. However, I am in the process of publishing my next project entitled, From The Inside Out. In addition, I have another poetry manuscript in the works tentatively titled, Everything I Miss(ed) At Home. So stay tuned!

Oh wow, that is so awesome. Im looking forward to supporting you. I hope that the both projects are a success.

And there you have it folks. Now we introduce to you, Home (Don’t Give Up

Home (Don’t Give Up)
by BuddahDesmond 

Home is more than the place 

where you grew up

More than the place where your family resides

It’s a place that nourishes you

Loves you

Teaches you at the turn of every moment 

of the day

Home is solid

It gives you what your soul needs, what your 

spirit is calling out for—at just the right time

Home is a provider

Of tangible and intangible things

While you can make any place home

Every place you inhabit won’t feel or be home

You may go through lifetimes of soul-searching 

before you find a place that 

welcomes you unconditionally

The place that always has its arms open, 

ready and waiting for you

Home shouldn’t shame you

Debase you

Shade you

Shouldn’t question your reason for living

Home shouldn’t abuse or neglect you

Home plants gardens of possibilities 

within you

Home offers the foundation from that 

which you grow

Even when you think there isn’t anything else 

left for home to teach you—

it does the impossible

Home is a bearer of gifts

We may not always be willing to except them

We may not know what to do with them

Trust there will be a time when these gifts will 

bless you (usually when you least expect it)

Sometimes you have to recreate home

Have to build a new home

Or seek home elsewhere

Especially when the place you’ve called home 

has betrayed or ostracized you

It may take some time, but you’ll 

find your place

Or it may find you

And when you find it—everything will 

make sense again

Everything will feel right in the world again

You’ll feel connected again

Home—there’s no place like it

Home—if you’re lost, you’ll find it

Home—if you’ve been put down, it’ll 

build you up

Home—will affirm that you are enough

Home won’t give up on you

So don’t give up on you

Don’t give up!

There you have it people! Round of applause. For all things Buddah Desmond check him out at the links below! Remember, let’s support our poets near and far.

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Bio
Buddah Desmond (aka BDez) is a writer, poet, singer, artist, cook / baker, and health & wellness advocate based in the DMV. His work showcases the gritty side of life and imbues messages of healing, hope, and resilience. His past poetry projects include Prevail: Poems on Love, Life, and Politics (2012) and Exotic Shifter (2014). His writing has appeared in numerous publications including MOOV, MUSED, MelaNation, and LitMag. He is a member of Gamma Xi Phi, and has served as a healing leader in the DC-based arts + faith + social justice organization, The Sanctuaries. His next two projects, From The Inside Out and Everything I Miss(ed) At Home are currently in-progress.

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A letter, a prayer, a desperate cry!

Abba,

I try my hardest to understand the meaning for my trials. I search for reasons as to why my affliction is heavy and long. I search and tarry in my mind to no avail. For the understanding is unreachable. It is distant and yet near to me. Just out of reach and still I can smell the dew of freedom lingering in my steady and slow breaths. I find ways to be still when I rather run. Its easier laying at your feet broken and a mess. It pleases you to crush me. Pleases you to break me. Pleases you to cut and not sever me completely. I just ask that in the midst of my affliction that you show me the beauty of your blows. And you take away the ashes and cover me in your love.

This is a letter, a prayer, a desperate cry. Love from your Daughter… Tehilayah

This is for the broken hearted. The afflicted soul. The person battling a disease that won’t quit. Know that you are not alone. I know it’s not easy. You’ve heard often, “its going to all work out, you’ll be okay”. Truth is, when your in the midst of it, it seems like it will never get better and your not okay. So, I wont tell you that it will work out or you’ll be okay, I will tell you to be patient and look at the positive. Count all your joys and lean on them. In remembrance of the joys you find solace and renewal. I hope for you strength and peace.

Shabbat Shalom!!

And He said to me, “My favour is sufficient for you, for My power is perfected in weakness.” Most gladly, then, I shall rather boast in my weaknesses, so that the power of Messiah rests on me. Therefore I take pleasure in weaknesses, in insults, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for the sake of Messiah. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
Qorintiyim Bĕt (2 Corinthians) 12:9‭-‬10 TS2009

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Feature Friday…. Spoken Word Artist, Black Chakra.. “Running Through Graveyards (Blind spotting)”

Good day lovely people! Today is Feature Friday! Although there are no submissions for this week I still wanted to provide some poetic entertainment today. I have been following a spoken word artist name Black Chakra on youtube. He has a passionate message. I recently came across a poem he did in 2018 with WANPOETRY. It was heartfelt so I wanted to share with you. So todays feature is a personal choice. I hope you enjoy this poem.

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Feature Friday Presents: Nicolas Correa, “Break up with you (Secondhand Serenade -Fall for you)”

That’s right lovelies its FEATURE FRIDAY!! Here at No Line Left Behind we support poets near and far. So help me welcome our next feature this week, Nicolas Correa with his poem, “Break up with you (Secondhand Serenade – Fall For you)”. Before we jump right into his poem. Y’all know we have to ask some questions to get to know him.

So, what is your name and where are you from?

My name is Nicolas Correa.My poetry name is “The Withdrawn.” I was born and raised in Manhattan, New York. Shout outs to the Lower East Side! I currently am living in Buffalo, NY right now.

Okay, New York in the house!!! What do you believe the poets purpose is?

I believe the poets purpose is to communicate through self-expression what the heart and soul senses through words. In writing it all comes from these two places. The poets purpose is to aid in what we as human beings were put on this Earth to do: spread love, kindness, to help each other, connect, learn. Every day we learn how to do these things–how to communicate and understand each other and the world around us. We never reach a day where we are like, “Aha! I’ve mastered the art of spreading love!” Not at all. The process of connecting and learning doesn’t ever just stop. 

Oh yes, I completely agree. How long have you been writing and do you partake in any other creative writing?

I have been writing for about 16 years, but have been writing poetry for about 13. My writing started as small raps, stories, and comic books. I actually still have my journal from 4th grade in really great condition which is awesome. I love to journal, sing, rap, write my own songs. I’m always looking for new and creative ways to expand my writing.

Super dope, what would you like people to know about poetry?

It’s pure, it’s from inside, it’s safe, it’s up, it’s down, it’s left, it’s right, and in my case, it’s me. When people tell me they write but aren’t very good, I always tell them that there is no bad writing. It’s YOUR truth, and that’s what matters. People will never be able to understand your writing the way you do, the way your heart does. I speak my truth and speak the truth for others as well. At first it was hard for me write without inspiration, but I’ve grown to a point where I am inspired every single day. Now it’s easy for me to write on the spot. This year might be my most creative year yet, and the year just started. I’ve realized it’s also ok to speak on experiences that you have not personally dealt with, so as long as you don’t claim that that is your reality. Be truthful and be genuine. You can write from whatever perspective you want whether it be a mother from Florida, a crab on the beach in Hawaii, a piece of cheese LOL. Art is all about creativity.

Creativity is key. I am happy 2020 has been productive for you, yassss! Do you have a favorite poet and why do you choose them?

Man. My favorite poet would have to be Kendrick Lamar. I’ve known about this dude long before he blew up. I can’t just ever see him as a rapper. He’s bigger than that. If you look at his choice of words, the way he flows over these instrumentals, his eyes, his passion expressed through his facial expression and body, it’s just like, wow. It’s crazy when you think about a project and how much younger you were than the artist when listening to it, and then listen to the project again when you’re at the age the artist was when he/she created it. You understand it differently; It resonates differently. Dot is on a whole other level. What a blessing it is for God to have given us such a talented soul. 

Kendrick Lamar is a dope artist. Do you have any upcoming events?

I do! I actually perform at some local open mic places in the Buffalo area. You can find the dates posted on the 1st of every month on all my social media accounts. I am looking to eventually try some open mics out in Canada since they aren’t very far. Shout outs to the supporters in Canada!

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Now lets get to the this awesome poets work. Show some love and support for, “Break up with you (Secondhand Serenade – Fall For You)”, by Nicolas Correa.

Break up with you (Secondhand Serenade – Fall For You)

John Vesely said,

”The best thing about tonight is that we’re not fighting,”

and I wish we could relate,

cause it feels like almost every single day you come to me with a reason as to why I am deserving of this mental beating.

And I start to believe it—that I deserve this,

that I am the piece of shit you make me out to be or,

that the reason you’re like this, we’re like this,

is because of me.

You suspect me of things but wait you’re the one who would cheat,

I mean fuck,

you have all my social media passwords, and want updates on my schedule in and out of work, the hell you even have a copy of my keys.

You want a list of all my friends but I don’t have any cause you talked me into putting those relationships to an end,

and now I have no one cause they all think I chose you over them…

…you over them.

Said we didn’t need anyone else cause it was always us till the end.

Last night mom asked me about the bruise on my arm again,

”You know, just playing with the guys,” I said.

Last night God asked me about the condition of my heart again,

”It’s doing just fine,” I said.

I can’t cry in front of you or in front of anybody else, not even myself, cause you taught me it isn’t ok to be pussy.

You made me read a book on how to be a better man in this world cause you thought it would be a good read.

You broke it down to my exhausting brain that love is the only thing we would ever need to survive,

but why the fuck am I so tired?

I don’t even pray like I used to anymore, I don’t really care if I die.

Does anyone else know what it’s like to have someone control the food you consume cause they think you’ve gained too much weight since they’ve gotten with you?

Or when and how long you should sleep like hello, does anybody else hear me?!

Or does no one hear me because I’m only crying inside?

I guess the smile on my face isn’t an obvious disguise.

I’m not sure I fully understand or know exactly what love is but,

this that you taught me,

this is not it.

So tonight will be the night that I break up with you.

Pushing, toxicity aside.

I won’t stay with you another day, I swear I’m through,

cause a girl like you should not be in my life.

Tonight will be the night that I break up with you.

Pushing, toxicity aside.

I won’t stay with you another day, I swear I’m through,

cause a girl like you should not be in my life,

should not be in my life.

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In Excess…

Good Morning. What a lovely morning it is!!! I wanted to share a little poetic praise this awesome Shabbat Morning.

You love me in excess
I drown in the overflow of your love
And there is so much of you I have yet to experience
I live in the overflow of your presence
You love me in excess of your patience and I am still
You love me in the excess of kindness and I smile with freedom on my teeth
You love me with more joy and peace than i can hold
I drown in the excess of you
You love me in excess and its never too much
Yah you love me past full
This cup overflows with you
I desire the overflow
Fill me with you
Love me in excess
You love me gentle
And soften my heart
I highly surrender
You Yah love me in excess and its never too much
I am healed in your excess
Free in your excess
Delievered in your excess
Brand new in your excess
You could never love me too much
Your excess is amazing
I surrender to your excess love
Love me in excess
I want the overflow of you
And there is so much of you I have yet to experience
In excess

©2020 Tehilayah Ysrayl

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Feature Friday presents – Zerahyah, “Unattainable”…

Hello lovelies, that’s right you know what today is!

IT’S FEATURE FRIDAY!!

Help me welcome Zerahyah to No Line Left Behind with her poem, “Unattainable”. First, as always we got questions.

So, what’s your name and where are you from?

ZerahYah Ysrayl and I’m from New York

Thats a beautiful name. What do you believe the poets purpose is?

A poets job is too bring ones imagination to life. A form of expression through the form of words, to make emotions, life’s ups and downs visual. While giving them a melodic tune. A form of sharing.

I agree, how long have you been writing?

I have been writing off and on for over twenty years..I sometimes write to bring relief to my thoughts..writing poetry brings a form of clarity for me..

What would you like people to know about poetry?

It’s a form of expression in relation to all that goes on within and around a person.its a gift of ones thoughts and experiences, giving to all who reads it. It’s art.

Who’s your favorite poet and why?

My favorite poet is Maya Angelou she formed poetry in a time where we as a people struggle the most. She gave our thoughts a voice when we was afraid to speak. She was bold. Her words where beautiful and her words will resonate forever. She is apart of our history in a proud way.

Well Zerahyah, thank you for being this weeks feature. Welcome to No Line Left Behind. With out further ado I present to you the poet Zerahyah with her poem “Unattainable”.

Unattainable

Maybe I watch too many movies..

Cause I’m waiting for him to sweep me off my feet..

I’m waiting for him to move too the rhythm of my heart beat..

A hopeless romantic could it be all in my mind..

Maybe I’m just suspending in my fantasies..

Unrealistic sceneries that lead to expectation reality..

The unattainable love caught up in the rapture of a hope I can’t capture..

praying for a happy ever after..

why does this love evade me while thoughts of him invade my very existence…

constantly thinking of ways to break his resistance..

his melodic tone I hang on to every word..

I’m a little girl with a school girl crush speaking to my soul yelling don’t rush..

I want him like I want air to breath..

I wonder if he knows he’s a thief cause he stole my heart from the very start..

I refuse to believe this is an illusion wrapped in my own delusions…

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