Monthly Archives: November 2013

Just Keep Swimming…

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When we look into the mirror in the morning, the last thing we want to see staring back at us is a failure. To be a failure means that you came up short. You weren’t fast enough. You weren’t smart enough. You just flat out weren’t good enough. As devastating of a blow as this can be to our egos, we will all feel inadequate at one time or other. It’s part of the human experience. I personally find myself battling feelings of inadequacy multiple times a day. And you know what? I’m okay with that. I see these very moments as moments of measure. A chance to show myself that I am more than adequate. I am capable. I am me.

There have been various points in my life where I have found myself facing situations that I thought would surely be the end of me. Situations that tested my faith and self-confidence to the very limits. There were times where I thought the pressures of life would send me crumbling away into a million little pieces.  As if I had no grit to me, as if I had never been faced with heart breaking gut wrenching moments before. In these moments it’s extremely easy to find yourself feeling the pull of the current dragging you under. Sometimes you want to give up the fight. Sometimes you just want to be done…

In these times especially though, you mustn’t give up. There’s always more. More to love. More to laugh. More to live. And because you know that there is more, you must keep on keeping on as my Nana would say. Just keep swimming. You are more than adequate. You are capable. You are you.

Next time you look in the mirror I want you to realize that you are looking at a warrior. You are looking into the eyes of somebody who has been through hell and back; yet still finds the strength to continue on. I hope that next time you are flung into the middle of a storm that you remember the astonishing amount of strength that you possess and that you find it within yourself to just keep on keeping on. Once you embrace these truths you will soon see that you, my dear, are far from a failure.

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Spinning Straw into Gold: Thoughts on Writing

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For the last few days, I’ve sat in a dark room giving memories their proper burials.

I can imagine the way the funeral director wrings her hands beneath the hot water faucet as she preps to make settings of “goodbye” for so many. It feels a lot like that; writing a book is like finally saying goodbye to memories and finally having the courage to let go for good as you script just enough to tell your friend over a cup of coffee, “I’ve used up all the words. It’s over now.”

I didn’t imagine writing a book would feel this way. I’m one month into writing a book and I didn’t imagine it would be like this. I’m certain now that I will write a book about writing a book just so I can write the line, “It was the most hauntingly beautiful process I’ve ever experienced, to sit…

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Breathe

Sometimes I get so caught up

That I just forget

to breathe
You say to let it go

because  I hold no control
That God plays that roll

so I might as well just…
Breathe
But what does that really mean?
Is it so simple

that all I have to do is
Breathe?
It simply can’t be
No, it seems to me
that life’s key’s
more elusive

Yes,

much more exclusive
and the truth is

that you  want me to just
Breathe

You say it’s

It’s the gift of life
That it powers the soul
And that science and spirituality will harmoniously collide

when I just
Breathe

So when serpent knocks on my door
and I’m feeling like I can’t take anymore
I’m going to just…
Breathe.
Breathe?
Breathe!
I’ll  Let it go and

I ‘ll ride the wave
and when it gets tough

I’ll let go

And I’ll pray
right now I’m young

trying to find my way
trying to walk the path in which
He’s laid
breathe
I thank you lord for investing in me
Entrusting in me this life to lead
Visions to see
And the ability to be

and just

Breathe

even though I sometimes fear

Breathe………

I just want to be near..

Breath……..

I just want to know that you hear my cries

So I’ll breath

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The Poet

The poet speaks of music

Speaks of beauty,

Speaks of art

The poet speaks of hatred

The poet

Falls apart

The poet shares their struggles

The poet shows their heart

The poet’s biggest problem

Is simply knowing

Where to start

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K. Scherazade presents: 5o,ooo Words of Love

50,000 words. That is my goal for Words of Love, however small that may seem.  This journey actually started off as a novel. I had found myself drawn to this year’s NaNoWriMo challenge which calls for the completion of 50,000 words of your own novel to be completed in the month of November. Although I wasn’t aware of the challenge until two days after it had already started, it had still seemed to be the perfect way to get my creative juices flowing and jump start my writing again.

As the first few days passed, I found it fairly easy to meet my word count goals; dedicating at least two hours daily to my writing. As more days came and went however, I found myself becoming increasingly more frustrated because I was continually finding a lot more of my time was actually being spent on  character and plot development than on the actual writing itself. It was making it hard to reach my goals anymore especially with my busy schedule.

I expressed my frustrations with those aware of my goal and their responses were all so overwhelmingly similar: scrap the novel and do a collection of my poetic works. This wasn’t the first time that I had heard that I should move forward with my poetry, it was a popular opinion given to me from my loved ones especially over the past year or so. I too often found myself wanting to submit my poems to various literary magazines but never quite came around to doing so. I was more interested in starting a blog. So here I am, starting up with Words of Love, my labor of love.

As Jay Z said, “What you about to witness is my thoughts. Just my thoughts man – right or wrong. Just what I was feeling at the time.”

50,000 words of poetry, 50,000 words of emotion, 50,000 words of love and 50,000 words of me.

Here I will work towards my goal of 50,000 words this time with my poetry being in the forefront. I will also stay connected with posts of my random written thoughts, or anything else that I feel should be shared . Don’t be surprised by the randomness you may run into.Random may as well have been my middle name.

Love and Light,

K. Scherazade

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