DROWNING IN YOU

Drowning in this ocean of you,

though I can swim. There

just isn't any saving

of this heart that

doesn't want to turn off,

of this oxygen used as if

wasting, but not because I

used it just to say, I love you,

repeatedly before going under.

Haiku 2

In the water pale
the rags once soaked for cleansing
now it’s unheard of.

HOW MUCH

I knew that he was it

as he stuttered as he whispered,

"n-no one else, not anybody"

and a tear fell onto my

bare shoulder as if

he wanted me to know

just how much.

Haiku 1

Lessons in the scars
hadn’t learned the other way
nor does any child.

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NEW BOOK STEAL ALERT!!!

As you know, my latest project, ISSUES OF MY IDENTITY, was released on August 8th. I wanted to make another announcement on here today because it is now free. Today is the only day that it will be free. The book can be downloaded on Amazon.com by searching the title. Enjoy! 

SANGING FOR WOMEN

She used to "sang,"

as they say.

Female anthems, women

dancing to the rhythm of her

shouts, retelling their

worth to all who had forgotten

or pretended, for long, to not know.

She still sangs and moves

with just as strong a confidence

and I just hope

little girls follow

for little boys who pretend not

to have been taught

by the same women who used to dance to the songs that

talked about their worthiness

as female.

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YOU, FOR FREE

No tasty treat shops,
no squirt bottles spread across
any display, or
packed-to-empty racks
of boutique clothing.
No.
None of it here
out in the open.
But there was a crack
noticeable only to the willing
and careless, which you
left without a thought.
And she sampled
a piece of the very person
I wished to end with,
that I would never
feel completely proud
of reclaiming, ever.

--WRITERUPTION--

I have published nothing but free form poetry on this blog the whole time it’s been up. I’ve decided to post some more traditional forms such as the haiku and sonnet, just to change things up a bit. I would love to know your opinions on the pieces to come.

I would also like to thank the newest subscribers of my blog for making the decision to follow my blog (and the old ones, thanks for being loyal!). Just so you know, there is a lot I have going on outside of this blog as well. I have some short but entertaining
books currently available on Kindle (author name: Essence Mason) as well as some upcoming features, which I will keep you all posted on. And thank you, thank you, thank you!

TO BE LIVING

Custom gowns and colored

shoe bottoms, naming their statuses,

wide smiles, compliments

after compliments,

discussing matters of folks

they care nothing about

but are a

base to relate. They

chat and link later

at some place of fine dining

and soon meeting again,

touch shoulders, exchange

air kisses with men and women

of their caliber. They all

seem to be giving

this vibe that looks

less than natural but they

all appear to be living.

LOVE IN ANOTHER COUNTRY -Free Download Today

My latest piece, LOVE IN ANOTHER COUNTRY, is available now on Amazon.com and today it can be downloaded and kept forever, for free. Search the title LOVE IN ANOTHR COUNTRY and it's yours! Thanks for your support.

LOVE IN ANOTHER COUNTRY - Available Now

A love story. Available now on Amazon.com

Love In Another Country is a story of love and its ability to fulfill. Narrator, Samantha, shows readers just how much love has to offer as she stumbles upon new feelings while visiting Jamaica for the very first time. Her experiences within the country, with all the things and people who call it home, lead her to a place she never imagined going, especially since her wedding isn't too far away.

GOLF/VIDEO GAMES

By the side,
watching on as I
led the ball into its hole.
I knew you’d prefer
your fingers, though already numb, to be
beating against the keys
of yet another system
while you listened but not really
as I talked against what
winds you down.
By the way,
I kissed you
because I knew how much it
took inside you on that
one lovely day for me
to not be
what is just you.

MY OWN

I wake up

to the knot in my stomach,

more frequent now,

as days are passing

fast.

Always wanting

to be ready,

to have my parents walk in,

smiling because I am sitting

and for once,

it isn't on their living room sofa,

but all mine;

because there's no more

banging heads over

final decisions made

as we have become

who we

will be forever.

ISSUES OF MY IDENTITY (New Release) - The Cover/The Trailer

So, I have published my latest book, ISSUES OF MY IDENTITY, which is now available on Amazon.com. It's a non-fiction narrative piece that goes into issues such as family secrets, love (of course. Who doesn't love, love?), and more. The stories go into great detail about certain situations that are very raw. I only hope to have you relate or to just feel something greater than what you felt prior to reading it.

Photographer, Chanel S. recently worked with me on a short trailer for the book. We wanted to give you an idea of what the book is about from the narrator's point of view. We wanted to take you into her head a bit. I hope you all enjoy this!

 And the cover?......

 

I knew this photo would be useful someday!

Please take a look at the work of Chanel S. at http://chanelsphotography.carbonmade.com

LUCKY

As though you’ve come upon something, stumbled
on some fresh secret,
told only to you
through things such as mirrors; looking back
at the smile you never had.
And you know of no
heavy head, only going
and knowing all in the end
is as well as all have once hoped for.

Hear On The News

Hear on the news about

little boys gone missing,

listen to deeper words

from some neighbor, witness and we think of the

HEART-LED

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(More poetry, of course)

Can't Go Back

I came, I loved, I hurt.
I still love. Figured you seeing
that pain would be what made you
itch at considering
engaging in past pleasures,
such as. Over jagged mountains

A Room In Someone Else's House

Locked inside a room

in someone else's house.
Shouts about the
same 'ol issue from yesterday.

A house, family to live inside it. Wishes.
In aisles, collecting dishes, eyeing
cherry wood finishes for furnishing,
looking down in the cart at the tiny

Protect Me Until

Place your
hands over my eyes
until it stops;
until knives stop coming
with sharp points,
until bullets stop calling
for those not ready to answer,
until legs know only to walk
and not beat through
body bones, skulls,

Mind, Unstimulated

Different people but
same conversations,
thinking about
things the same,
viewpoint doesn’t stand
the chance of change,

After College

Praises for being the first,
making life after required
education mean something. I
dreamed something prior.
Nine semesters of borrowing
to write, read, then exiting
with no escape from the
field of retail. Same dreams and
not living yet, not on my own

Let Me Down

Haven't had the unfortunate

experience but I get the people
living it, roaming through the aisles
with styling on their minds,
removing hangers from racks
as they search their memories
for items already in their closets.

The Test Of Patience

I hate when I am on my way
and something or someone
stops me for a second.
I want to move but words,
a mistake, or policy that seems
so extreme at the time,
forces me still, like
chains on a chair,
on my wrists and feet,

I Have No Control

To know that this special one

inside of me could become a
thing that I've never known,
tortures me, as I have
no control. And although
unexpected, the news keeps me
attached.

A smiling heart
as my mind wonders
what you might look like
if these selfish bodies inside me

Grown Kid

Being still, trying to collect yourself
in a space with no noise,
no chatter, but it
taps you anyway because
rules do not expire,
that with no regard to age.
Moving along the time

Disappointed

Listening to her voice-shouting
echoes, disappointed eyes,
spit flying across the room.
Can only look down during this
full-length lecture about

Big Girl

Tiny girl born

into a world where
smiling faces, words of
appreciation came by the
dozen, from the ones
closest. Forced to
suffer through the
disgusting chants of filthy

Your Success

I see it,
I'm happy.
I want it, work
just as hard,
scrubbing dirty floors,
away the fingerprints
on the windows,

Ever Seen A Ghetto Desert?

Trash cans flooded, tumbling
onto the ground, my body
consumes the contaminated winds.
Mice racing past my feet and down
into the nearby sewer in these
silent blocks-a speeding beating,
heart-ready-to-throw-itself-out-of-

Patience

The pain, like a sharp pinch to my side,
had gone ignored. Empty yet full
at once now. Paranoia strikes as I
step to the register, worried
as to the directions eyes
are pointed in as I
proceed to purchase.

Eviction Notice

Too many late payments, all the
late night praying, I think,
what is rock bottom? and
have I hit it? Working
until I hurt, until it
drained me in
every manner. I have tried

Just Too Good

You prance through the town with your
big brand purse hanging on your forearm,
high heels clicking down the avenue
as you browse the windows of the fancy shops,
trying to decide which
displayed sets to buy
next. When you spot

Stoop Days

Chalk bits and the ground
for games of hop scotch,
telephone wires tied
to the stoop's railing for
double dutch, we played
freeze tag, chased one another
in the same circle over
and over. Talked about topics so

Everything, Together

Fighting the tears, I
fought to make my
own self believe a strength
that lives here no longer. In
climbing up this ladder,
somewhere I rested,
sank into a step and

As Your Company

Looking over at them,
lying and inactive,
my head full of goals,
pen making away at
check boxes at the
end of every week,
conversations about

Crime Life Influence

Quicker, quicker
ways to finance
needs and the
luxurious things
not yet obtained
by their working
families, working till it

Forever Regretting

Was invited to a show
one week ago
by a man who desired me.
Declined the chance to see this
man in his element
for a man that was my own.
Days later, I was in his bathroom, my

Never Again

"You'll know when you have

had enough," I've said before.
It's why it feels so real.
I can look to clocks for
healing time but my spilling
mind may never stop. Shocked,

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A and B

Two hearts of the same size,
each on one end of an old
telephone cord.
His, A.
Mine, B.
Very soon will that outer layer
 of that long line, which signifies
a long time, wear completely.

The Pressure

Threats to get it together or else,
everyday while I’m lying there, resting,
my child growing inside of me-her
grandchild. Newspapers, exam
notices, many listings of websites
stacked on my dresser at
every week’s beginning, just
living is a task here. The deadline

Bad Hair Day

I brush in one direction,
it goes in another,
has its own
way of thinking.