Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Hazy and Gray and Hazy and blue

I decided that instead of working out  (since I can't go run since it is 25 degrees out. ) I wanted to do a painting that somehow expressed me without me saying anything. I know that's kinda weird, but I was feeling bold on this cold day and I decided to give it a try.Most of my paintings have an detailed emphasis on eyes. I love to paint eyes I think everyones eyes has a story to tell about them.




                                           
  Hazy Gray and Hazy blue


  Hazy Gray and Hazy Blue 
 her eyes reveal all in her that's true.

 Now, when her voice and eyes are kind;
  She can conceal her complex mind.

 She does but ponder in her secret thoughts;
 ones so deep only she has sought.

 For within herself, she walks the silent shimmering sea.
Her spirit is this free....
Happy air and all that surrounds....
the weedy blue shore and its soothing sounds.
                             
 Keeping her at peace....
 with its youthful mysteries...
 Her wonders are all her own and will last....
 until darkness comes creating a cast.
The gray-eyed twilight will linger long.....
 as silence whispers her a sweet song.
                                                               

Monday, January 10, 2011

Silence song

                                           RELIVE
     

The Silence Song

The silence is so proud....
for the sadness has come.
With a bitterness laced with a cold shroud....

that weaves a loom of despair...
as the woman wears...
this time each year.
A black countenance that has gradually  changed to hues of gray,
as she stands against the window pane...
and down the glass her aged tears drip like rain.

On this particular day,why does it always happen this way?
Beings with neither soul nor sense,
boldly open the doors of pretense.

softly whispering and fervently coach,
as they float like smoke and guard the approach....

of the questions that seem to magnify  that are riddled with lies,
with each past ghost every one syncs to match to the final daunting response
that means the most.....
to her virtue......

Asking......
Among these phantoms.....
 which one are you?
                                      

Saturday, January 8, 2011

remembering me

This painting was done when I finally reached the end of a chapter in my life and needed something and someone to help me turn the pages. My hands were a little shakey when I painted this because I was so nervous and scared to have surgery the next day. So things may look a little out of proportion and  I could have fixed it but I wanted to find that tranquility I always get when I paint and I found it. 2007 was the end of a lot of things for me healthwise and I never thought I would say this...  but now it's just what I called it... a chapter in my life but it will be  one of the one chapters I shall never forget and my health reminds me of that everyday.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

fascination

I have been really distracted the past few days and its a good thing. I have really been taking interest in other poets and poems and that has really been my fascination. What I do is I read the poem and then I like to read the bio about the person who wrote it. If there is one. I try to read books and poems that have an author that is not anonymous, so that I can read any and all autobiography books about the person who did the writing. It amazes me how some of these people have a lot or less in these biographies that I read. Then I can't help but wonder was this all their life was? or is this all they want other readers to know about them? I see it as you only get one shot at life and I plan to make use of every waking moment that I have. Who knows yours truly may decide to have a bio wrote or maybe someone would be so fascinated by me and write one about me. That's what I want to spark into people when I write and interact with them and yet it seems that I am not accomplishing that as quickly as I feel I should. So maybe I am rushing things.....ok I am. LOL! I want to be all that I can while I can because I never want to be some old boggy full of regrets. Now another question I am going to explore is how do I go about making these  worthwhile things happen in my life? Only I can figure that one out.So that will most definitly be my new main goal to accomplish. In fact, it is the only goal that I want to see happen because if I can make that goal happen then everything I want to see happen will fall into place.  Here is a poem that has really stayed in my mind. It also is brilliantly written and sums up everything I hope to bring into my life as a writer. It will be added to my favorite poems as  a timeless reminder for me as a writer.
                                "The Garden Seat" (1875-1943) 
                                 Richard Emil Miller   
                                 
THE POETS SECRET 
BY ELIZABETH STODDARD

The poet's secret I must know,

If that will calm my restless mind.
I hail the seasons as they go,
I woo the sunshine brave the wind.

I scan the lily and the rose,
I nod to every nodding tree,
I follow every stream that flows,
And wait beside the steadfast sea.

I question melancholy eyes,
I touch the lips of women fair;
Their lips and eyes may make me wise,
But what I seek for is not there.

In vain I watch the day and night,
In vain the world through space may roll;
I never see the mystic light

Which fills the poet's happy soul.

Through life I hear the rhythmic flow
Whose meaning into song must turn;
Revealing all he longs to know,
The secret each alone must learn.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Nature's forgiveness

                                                                                      
Happy

Happy as can be
nature seems to agree.

Life is back as I know it
I have my Happy back
I am not afraid to show it!

Even though the past few days,
were filled with hues of grey,
Today is a new day!

Color in ever step of the way!
Compassion is at its peak too;
with everyone whom I speak too.

How did I let it slip away?
for in my heart happy lives and stays.

Embracing the positive energy,
as the suns rays warms this face on me......
my hope is higher than it usually  would be;
and the trees,
 seem to rustle their leaves,
as a breeze.....
 of wind makes it known that
it sees me.....
 and believes......
 Happy is  back in my life again.
 This bond we have made
will never end.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Encuentros De Amor

I love putting poems to a painting or a photograph. I love to let my imagination get the best of me and I just run along with it. The poems I write are of pure imagination and have nothing to do with my actual life experience. If I write something and it has something to do with me I will put a brief description of why I wrote it and then I will post it. So please, if I write something and it seems a bit out of character it is just describing the photograph or painting that I posted; which is  also a part of who I am... A creator of words  with a wild imagination sometimes! LOL! enjoy without judgment! thanks!




                                                                    

Encuentros de Amor (Encounters of Love)

Subtracting time that you don't have,
just to see each other laugh.


Multiplying love times two,
just to conceal all  you do;


until it comes the moment to,
divide your loyalty so true.


That's when the problem complicates,
the actual timing that seems to aggravate;
as you try to situate
figuring out unnecessary debates.

Putting time and factors in place;
reworking every space and line
carefully just to work out fine.

As you follow a new plan
adding back the love again.

All of this is equal to
a world with only the two of you.  

by Latresa Ivy

A song

It's funny how you never think about something someone you love has said to you until they do or say something that reminds you of how special you are to them. I remember when  I decided to go natural with my hair after the radiation made it fall out and my husband telling me how beautiful he thought I was. Even though my hair was buzzed all the way to the scalp to even it out, he said that it made me more beautiful to him. That made me feel like a million dollars because no one has ever made me feel like I was so beautiful at that moment in time but him. There is also a song that was dedicated to me and I will never forget it. I think I will put the words on my blog page to remind me of that feeling that I felt in that point in time.


 9 months after my hair grew longer.

Flirting With An Angel  

 

She was more than a picture of innocence   

Poetry in motion was her face when she smiles

Never heard a voice from a woman so delicate
She was everything I could ever want in life

So rich was her conversation
I was hanging on to every little thing she had to say
So pure was the girl’s intention
I was giving into thinking ‘bout her every single night and day



Somebody said – You must have been flirting with an angel
Somebody said – An angel stepped to your life
Somebody said – You must have been flirting with an angel

Somebody said – She came from the other side
Somebody said – You must have been flirting with an angel 


Was this really happening -tell me was I just dreaming
that a girl like this was standing – right here by my side
Did my heart stop beating – or was it just a feeling
If I close my eyes would I lose her – to this moment in the night



She was more than a physical attraction
Her body was a plus but her smile was saying it all
So brief was my hearts encounter
If this is what it’s like – God let me take the fall



 songs and lyrics by Gary Taylor

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

RUN



 
 Run                                                  
Feelings overcome by grief,
hopelessly searching for relief.


  Having tried and tried again,
but this sadness never ends.
                                                       
Daring not to tell your friends,
they will never understand;

about these feelings that you feel,
wanting to make them all surreal.


In a dream to forever stay,
 waking will not make them go away.


So you try to suppress your mind,
by running and getting your focus in line.


Starting out with tears in your eyes,
seeming blind ; no reprise....
hearing seems to magnify....
 all you hear is your sobs and cries.


As you prepare to get self right,
wiping your eyes and setting the plight.


you began to see things clear,
suddenly you have no fears.


Apprehensively starting off slow,
faster!..faster!..
you want to go!


imagining abandonment passing you by,
running so fast 
you feel as if you could fly!


away from loneliness,
and the strings it can tie....


associated harborings....
 fanned away by the wind from the wings,


that now seems to be attached...
to the rush of adrenaline that seems to match.
as you go higher and how high
nobody knows....


This addictive feeling just grows and grows!


Things seem to be OK....
and in this you embrace and want to stay....


Your body seems to do otherwise;
making a decision with no compromise.

that it is time to cool it down,
slacken your wings,
get back to the ground.


as you gasp and contain your breath....
satisfied with this emotional death.....


 feeling hopelessness creeping back in....
 reminding yourself that here it can end.

by Latresa Ivy

Friday, September 17, 2010

As you are


 It's OK to love me


Let me put your mind at ease...
It's OK to love me.
Not a day, Not a year
Not a single measure of time
Can't compare or contain the melody my heart sings
I can't claim as my own
Your heart beats my rhythm
play it on.
Look at you proud and true,
been accused of the last thing you are that's abuse
I see you

everything you touch seems to thrive
and revive in my life

I love you as you are                                                        
just as you are.

Let me put your mind at ease...
It's OK to love me

I love you as you are
That's where I start
right in the middle of
deep inside of your iron heart
Let me put your mind at ease...
It's OK to love me

song and lyrics by Lizz Fields

Monday, September 13, 2010

Secrets

SECRETS 
by Latresa Ivy
 
Kept and not meant to say,
forgetting leaving the mind to stray,
away from what is withheld within.
A boundary of lies and truths begins,
struggling to push them far away,
into the mind to forever stay.


Will you even allow a peep
of these secrets you hold so deep,
in a vivid world of your own,
only to subconsciously visit alone?


always haunting, yes it is true,
so much you know not what to do.


While in waking stage you pray
that  your secrets won't give way.


Paying close attention to,
everything you say and do.


 When the night has fallen on you,
alone you are with your emotions too.


Crying and sobbing 
and fighting the air,
screaming and yelling 
that you don't care.


As you calm and compose yourself,
and put those emotions back on the shelf.


You lie in your bed
as sleep becomes you friend,
just to bring forth what is withheld within,
to creep back in your mind again.

 
 









 

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Lovers Dream

    




LOVER'S DREAM
By Latresa Ivy

 
As slumber creeps,
the mind starts to leap,
into a forbidden place.

Where two lovers  lie,
release a sigh and
passionately embrace.

A kiss and a touch seems to magnify so much;
of the hidden desires they share.

loving and kissing,
everything;
nothing missing,
and making subconscious aware.

As they grow tire
and rest from desire,

they hold each other so tight.

Closing their minds,
preparing their eyes,
to focus on what seems right.

So when they are awake,
much effort they take,
to hide what they know is true.

Living their lives,
with their husbands or wives,
while loving each other too. 

Monday, August 23, 2010

Wake

As I am sitting here looking at the ocean and digging my feet deeper in the cool sand. I am thinking about all that I am thankful to have and even though I know that life is so much better for me now than it ever was. I can't help but wonder what it would be like if I could have one thing that love offered me with no changes no sadness no regrets no consequences no sacrifice and most of all  no strings attached; just freely and open with nothing but goodness in the long run just like the ocean. I know that things work together for the good just like this ocean but it also goes on for miles and miles because  that is what its purpose is it has nothing but time which also creates patience and serenity. I love the ocean and the meaning it has created for me. I just have to learn to love the patience and the serenity that is also included in that meaning as well. I am hurting in more ways than anyone will know but I know it will get better for me and its not going to change the person that I am. I know that my heart will heal I just have to keep living and loving as much as I can no matter what.



I wake
 by Latresa Ivy

I wake to find my fate
By Allowing my being
to reciprocate

Learning and always going where I should not go
thinking my feelings will change from what I know

Loving, caring, nurturing and sharing
Doing things that are even daring

Of those so close beside me
are you also treading within the

grounds that I am willing to walk?
so softly only to cross,
the rivers that will trickle into
the sea
only to reveal,

the instinctual process that only nature can will,
the secret but natural union
that happens in an instant and real soon
then,

the elements that bond
instinct as we know it,
combine as one spilling and will start to show it,

making way for the next scene
grasping every fiber in my being,

as I prepare to set sight
on the never ending plight
of the fire that creates the beautiful sunset
where the two bodies of water
crash and wave like they have waited for this moment
and are grateful they have met.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Wounded heart

I got up yesterday feeling really good about things and life. I think its because for once I really felt like someone was finally getting  to know me and everything that I am. I was feeling so good that I was convinced that I was going to be grounded in a  feeling that was so long ago and so rare these days that it was just not going to happen. But  I guess it is true when the older people say "too much of a good thing always turns out to bad." This is somewhat the case for me now. I think I had to finally come to the realization that things and people are only what you allow them to be. I allowed this to be I guess. I opened up a chapter in my life that no one knows about because I  chose to make it that way. It was the one chapter that I felt was so special to me that I vowed never to share it with anyone but the person that was a part of my life at the moment. But that was just it. That person knew that I was a part of his world and his alone and he chose to do what he always does to me, build me up and then break me down. that's the bad part about it. It is heart breaking when you allow a person to have that much control over you even when they chose to push you aside and not be apart of your life, just to come back and do the same thing. Its like loving something or someone so much that you would stop time just to rearrange life so that you can have one moment to remain as a constant memory to have for the rest of your life. I am so hurt and I just want to cry all day long. I feel so abandoned again. One minute everything is as it should be, and the next it's not. I would never make anyone feel this way. Maybe that's my problem, I do and think so much  for the people that mean so much to me and in actuality it doesn't have an impact on them like I feel it should. Humans are naturally selfish. We do a lot of things subconsciously out of  the basic instinct to survive. That includes hurting people just to thrive. Its funny how those type of behaviors almost seem natural but the finer details always seem to go unused. I am fined tuned to the basic details of life. I think they create the final result to the instinctual behaviors we incorporate in our everyday lives. But that's just me and that's what makes me so different  from everyone else. That is the main reason I never get too close to people because the one person that helped shape my emotions about love is still hurting me so bad that the relief of being in control of that one feeling reminds me to always pay close attention to that particular area of my wounded heart.


Broken-ness

By Latresa Ivy


You have hurt me once before,
Always opening and closing the door,

of that world that we eternally share.
You have taken my heart and stripped it bare.


Tears falling from my face,
cleansing any and all trace,
the remembrance of kisses that were placed,
tear stained and love laced.


and now instantly dictates,
the realities that are too complicated to erase.



Sunday, August 15, 2010

Ever Eternal

 By Latresa Ivy


It was a sunny day outside and the Janna decided that she wanted to go to the park and read one of the books she had recently purchased on i books. This was such a cool app that she downloaded on the I Phone that her husband had surprised her with, earlier in the year a few weeks after Valentines Day. She and her husband decided long ago that Valentines Day was not an important event in the 11 years that they were married; but she couldn't help but wonder how that particular day could make a difference every year it came around. As she sat there on the park bench wondering a Friend book friend request popped up.
She wasn't to hasty to accept it because most of the people she had accepted on there were not people she was really acquainted with, she just knew of them. In fact, she really didn't get much posting activity on her wall at all from the 97 friends that she had. How would this one make a difference? As she finished up the second chapter in the book she was reading, the Friend request popped up again for the 5th time. By this time she was a little annoyed and so she decided to open it and push the “ignore” button. After all, nobody really posted anything anyway on her page. She just felt that it would save them the trouble of prolonging the thought that she was remotely interested in being friends much less connecting on Friend Book. As she pulled up her page the friend request was surprising. Here it is, she had finished up the second chapter in a book that was very intriguing, and now the chapter in her life that she had closed long ago was just a click away from reopening. As she sat there staring at the name, she couldn't believe it! Maybe it was a joke, one of her friends were playing on her but no; because this was someone that no one knew about ever! Not even her best friend. In fact, she herself had forgotten about him and occasionally he would pop up in the back of her mind but that was it, by now he was just a thought nothing more nothing less. As she sat there reasoning with herself she finally decided to “accept” after convincing herself that he was nothing more than a thought. As the weeks went by she would check her messages frequently. Every time an alert sounded on her phone she couldn't help but anticipate the fact that he would send her a message wanting an explanation as to  why things did not go as they had planned. But everyday, nothing. She finally decided that he was one of two things; not stuck in the past like she apparently was, and waiting for some explanation that by this time has dissipated...or he was just like the rest of the people on Friend book ,on it for the popularity contest that begins once you become a part of this network. By the end of the following month she had decided that it was very selfish of her to think that he would actually send her a message wanting  anything for that matter. Who was she? He didn't owe her anything. One night as she was getting ready for bed an alert sounded on her phone. She decided to go to Friend book one last time just to check her messages and it was a message from him! As she sat there looking at his picture and his name so many memories ran through her head about the two of them.... She remembered how much they thought they were in love, and the long kisses and the plans that they made ….how they promised they would not have sex until they were married,and everything else that young couples say when they are young and in love,before they grow up in the world and come to realize it isn't easy,and the choices they make get harder and harder everyday as they start growing farther and farther a part from each other until they become a distant memory nothing more than a thought; because they have found their comfortable place in the world and that's the secure places in life that most adult humans become all to familiar with.
Janna decides to open the message, it made her feel special that someone that played an important role in the decisions she made for her life still wanted to share something with her in spite of the past. She continued sending messages to him as he did the same for her. She really didn't expect him to respond to her messages long because they were both adults and after all, it was just nice to know that he remembered her and still considered her a friend.
She was relaxing in her bed one night playing a game on her phone when another message signal popped up on her Friend page from him. She opened it with no thoughts behind it. As she read the message he also left his number at the end of it telling her to call him just so that they could catch up. She never in a million years thought that he would try to find her on a social network let alone even want to talk to her after the past that they had shared...the past that she chose to forget about and by him remaining dormant she took it as he wanted to do the same; but here he is sending her his number wanting to enter into her world that he helped shape and he didn't even know it. What did he want her to say? She was speechless then and now she was speechless again and she hadn't even called him! He always had that affect on her! Well this time she was in control she wasn't that 15 yr old naive teenager anymore. Time and education had taught her many lessons and being in control was something she learned to rule over the years. She was just going to think about it for a couple of days and then give it some consideration. A few weeks went by and calling him was always in the back of her mind. She really didn't know what to do. She decided that she needed to call him. If she didn't it was going to control her every action and that meant that he was in control once again. One quiet evening after she had put her kids to bed and everything was settled she called him. The phone rang and rang and after the forth ring she decided she was going to hang up, right before she was going to a soft yet masculine voice said, “hello”. She paused for a moment trying to gather her words and the she responded with “hello Jason, how are you?” He paused and said, ?Janna is that you?” “Yes.” was all she could get out because hearing him talk always made her melt; but she was in control, and she found it hard to keep reminding herself that. They really didn't say much at first because so many mixed emotions from their past emitted strong signals that brought on a rush of feelings that made them both feel like they wanted to explode. After what seemed like an eternity of silence between the two of them they both unknowingly asked, “Did you ever get married?” at the same time. That is how it all got started, that is what broke the tension between them. They both laughed out loud and began to tell each other about the many paths in life that they had followed. This went on for three months they both just talked about their days and their lives until they ran out of facts to tell which made it easy for the both of them to start volunteering information, things that married adults kept in the back of their minds because it really wouldn't benefit anyone if they decided to talk about it. This was something that she never had to deal with so now she and he were on a level that two “married friends” should not be on and they both knew it. There were so many questions left unanswered They both wanted to ask questions about their past together now that they were on this level. She would always ask easy questions to break the ice of silence and he would freeze it back up with a question that always caught her off guard and she couldn't answer so she just fumbled over her words and changed the subject; because the hurt that came with his questions were always to much for her. Finally, one night before he called she decided that she was going to talk to him and tell him everything that happened when they were together twenty years ago, so that she could end whatever was harboring in his mind about her and what could have been for the both of them. As they talked, she began by telling him things that he already knew like he was her first love and that she was a virgin when she met him. She also reminded him that she was impressed that even though he was four years older than her when they met she never would forget the fact that he would not have sex with her because he someday wanted to marry her and do things the right way because he cherished her and loved her so much she was his beautiful maiden. This was all said to soften what she was waiting to tell him.

She finally began to say what she really needed to say. At the time she was only fifteen she did not really know what love was. When she experienced it with him and she found out how wonderful it was she wanted everything that love had to offer. She never knew it was slowly eating at him that he knew this and she didn't feel the same way about him anymore. He was so patient with her even when she got pregnant with her first child at 16. He was there even if it wasn't his. She than explains to him that she knew it really hurt him when she asked him to take her over or then boyfriend and now husbands house one night and then come back to pick her up after wards. She wanted to cry because the hurt was so hard for her to handle but she instantly got control of herself and kept explaining and talking so as to not leave room for him to jump in and make her feel worse than she already was feeling. This had to be done and there was no room for interruptions. As she finally came to a close on airing out what she felt he needed to hear her say, he was silent. After 5 minutes she asked him to say whatever it was he wanted to say to her. He said that he wanted to know one thing, and that was why did she just disappear and never try to contact him. She began to feel that hurt all over again and this time the tears were so heavy in her eyes that they were getting sore from her trying to hold them back. she knew she had to tell him because he had a right to know. She told him to remember the night that they were alone and kissing like they always fought hard not to do because they both knew that it would lead to the one thing that they both did not want to do.

Well, this particular night the moon was full and the sky was black and she commented on how beautiful it was because they were both lying on the hood of his car looking up at it. He decided that he wanted to rub up against her as they were already hot and heavy in to their passionate kissing. She remembered that she had on a skirt that night and her favorite bikini panties that she loved to wear and they were exposed. He had his pants unzipped and his boxers moved so that they were feeling each others soft skin in their most intimate areas. As they were kissing he started to release himself and while he was using his hand to do that he was also using the same hand for rubbing inside of her with his fingers. This went on for a while neither of them thinking anything of it. As days went by she noticed that she didn't start her period and she knew he knew when she was suppose to start because they were that close. After the second week of no period she did not know what to do. She took a pregnancy test that she brought and confirmed what she already knew. She knew she had to tell him so that night when they met and he came to pick her up she started asking him easy questions about their life together and getting married. This was when she was going to ease the news of her pregnancy in. She was shocked and heart broken at his response because he replied that he did not want to get married anymore and he also didn't want kids. After that she just got quiet and didn't say much. What was she going to do? She had to figure something out because he was all that she knew about love and she was convinced that if he found out he would leave her and her world would crumble. It weighed heavily on her mind after that. She became withdrawn and she started feeling sick. That's when she started avoiding him. That's also when she had a miscarriage and vowed never to let a man control her mind as much as he did. She never wanted to talk to him again. After so many years of hanging on to the hurt he caused her for once in her life she felt a release in her mind. Now she was ready to deal with whatever he threw her way because now it was his turn to suffer. Things did not go as she planned after that emotional conversation. She figured that after she told him why she abandoned him that he would not want to talk anymore because now he had closure from her and now he could deal with the reasoning behind why she did what she did. But he did. They continued to talk and he continued to be ever so remorseful in everything he said to her. He explained that he did not ever want to lose contact with her because now they were connected for life and their friendship was eternal. She also agreed with him and they continued sharing openly everything about their separate lives with separate families with the occasional memories of the good things they shared together in the past.........

Missing You
by Latresa Buchanan-Ivy



Missing you yearning to
do all the things we use to do.

No calls on the phone..
just you and I alone.

Lying close and holding tight,
kissing and feeling so right.

In a world of our own
where we are one and alone.

I am yours you are mine..
every touch is so sublime.

And as we glide into our passionate sides,
Everything as we know subsides.

It's like the moon and stars in the sky,
we are higher and even high.

As I began to feel this is real,
In a moment where time stood still,

And I am longing to feel your touch...
the remembrance of missing you so much,

Brings back reality...
and the loneliness harboring inside of me.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Only a moment

It is so funny how I can write anything else but when I HAVE to write something I procrastinate. I have been sitting in different places in my house thinking that maybe I can come up with an ending to that first story that everyone wants me to finish. But nope..... So I'm going to blog about everything I have been thinking about the whole time I was suppose to be writing. Maybe this will clear my mind and I can do what I was suppose to be doing in the first place. My husband has really been on my mind today. I am so in love with him and who he is and the roles that he plays in my life. He is such an inspiration to me always critiquing my speech and actions in life. It use to bother me because I never really thought that he cared about how he made me feel; but one day in a very, very stormy part of my life, I was sitting alone and I was crying, he asked me why and I told him that I felt so alone. I felt like no one understood me and that I never felt like I was ever an important person and I had to just take whatever any and everyone dished out to me; because I just didn't matter. He just looked at me and said "OK" in his very calm and patient voice and said "you are important to me, I think the world of you because you are the missing part of my life that makes me whole." He then left for work that morning and nothing was ever said about that little conversation again. Later on that evening, as I was turning down the covers in our bed, I saw an envelope on my pillow. I opened it, and inside was a picture of a quiet desolate scene of a lake and in the middle of it read: every time you cry I cry silently.
and every time you hurt I will do whatever it takes to make it better.
I am so sorry that instead of helping you heal the hurt I only made it worse.
Every morning from this day forward I will kiss you everyday until my kisses take your hurt way,
if somebody made you mad I will kiss you until you're glad,
if life seems to amplify unnecessary strife,
in and instant my kisses will make it all right.
I am yours for all and eternally.
so now you know your not alone because you have me.

I have that card and one of the notes he wrote me in high school. I actually had a whole notebook of all the letters and balloons and dried up roses that he ever gave me but he convinced me to throw them away because they were fading and the dried roses looked like molded flakes of charcoal. I agreed. He doesn't know that I kept one of them and when my daughter and I have our little talks she wants me to pull the letter out and talk about how it was when I was dating her dad (my husband) in high school. I think its so special that when she grows up she wants to marry someone that's just like her daddy. I love how he treats her like the little princess she is but he also shows her what is expected of her as a young lady. I am also astounded at how he can discipline our boys and love them at the same time. Men have a hard time showing affection so this was something he made an effort to do as the boys were growing up. My husband and I have really held on tight through the trials in our life. That's why we look forward to the times we can spend with each other because even though we have been together for 18 years; we still find each other interesting and love it when we can get to know each other just a little bit more. I wrote a poem for my husband, dedicated to that moment which has been one of the highlights in my life every since that card 8 years ago.

FOREVER IN A MOMENT
By Latresa Ivy

His touch is like trees growing toward the sun.
When he looks at me I know I'm the only one.

Cant wait to go to bed at night.
How I long for him to pull me close
and hold me tight.

and talk the little pillow talk...
like we do every night
discussing issues and little oversights.

like how we handle issues in our everyday life,
and letting things go that may have caused some strife.

His voice is so soft, sexy and masculine.
very discerning...
anything about me is always concerning.

As he holds me so closely; I feel his heart beat.
matching the rhythm in his voice,
as he speaks.

Nothing he says to me is absurd.
I'm like a school girl in love,
hanging on to his every word.

Soft, yet firm hands intertwine with mine.
This feeling of love is so amazing every time.

He holds me close as I close my eyes.
I thank god every morning because he allowed us to rise;

more in love and closer than the day before,
kissing and saying I love you as we walk out the door.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

YOU DON'T KNOW ME LIKE THAT

In light of the little "shiny star" event that took place in my life on yesterday and is now considered a side note. I have decided to respond to some emails and texts that were sent to me on how I was going to handle the situation at hand. Let me start by saying that writing is what I do. I have been doing it since I was 10 yrs old and now that I am an adult it is still what I choose to do. Getting paid to do it is always a plus. Its not something that I decided to do one day. My husband and best friends will tell you that. I express myself and I believe I can touch others with my writing in ways that raw emotion has no justice over. One instance being the blog I wrote that was meant for a very dear friend of mine. It was taken as it was being directed towards someone who is one of the 197 friends I connected with on FB that I randomly post to and is also a follower of mine on my blog page.I am also a follower of hers as well. anyhow I wanted to put an end to whatever may be harboring in the air about what has and will take place. and here it is:NOTHING.I decided to say my piece and leave it where it is. Please don't send me anymore emails or texts on how you think I should take care of something so minor. thank you.

I am also ending this with a little poem I wrote. This will end all misunderstandings for me and I hope it will for you as well.

YOU DON'T KNOW ME
Latresa Ivy


We were mere acquaintances
only meeting by circumstances...

At the lockers in the hall
passing by or leaning on the wall...
or maybe even no social contact at all..
because it was so long ago its hard to recall.

You don't know me like that at all.
So why make it seem like
there was an "us" or "we" involved?

You don't know me this is true,
I still am baffled by how
making someone your "best friend" is something
you subconsciously do?

Even though I am flattered
how you place me at the top of your ladder...

You don't know me like that at all
So, who are you to make that call?

Since you have the audacity,
let me enlighten you about me.

I am in love so much in love.
With my life and the many paths thereof.

I am no longer a choice and yes...
I include rejoice-ing
in my wonderful life as a chosen wife,
mother, daughter, aunt and friend.

Maybe you cant see why I am so excited and happy....
But let me once again remind you....
You don't know me.

You haven't been where I have been
or done the things I have done..
Like knowing and fighting many battles in my life and barely won.

I have learned that things in life happen for a reason.
If something doesn't happen in your life like you expect it to,
than maybe its not your season.

Don't go around assuming that everyone is always focused on you.
Because as a responsible adult; I am one who has better things to do.

I don't owe you anything,because I have done nothing wrong.
I have a life to live and I am moving on.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Maz uma vez Maz uma voz (One time plus a voice)

I am very very proud of myself.I ran two miles without stopping! I just love running and whenever I feel stressed and need to get some relief I just take off. Now, it hasn't always been that easy for me to do that. I remember 3 yrs ago,even though I knew I should not have been putting that much strain on my body; I decided to start jogging.I remember there was this lady on the trail that I use to walk on and she made sure she would come out on the same days that I did.Almost like she was showing off. I started off good but she was better. She would run 45 minutes non stop and I only ran 14. I wanted to be considered a "runner" so bad that I ran until my legs felt like they were going to buckle over. As each day would go by I found myself and my time in running getting shorter and shorter. The last time I tried to run I cried the whole time that I jogged because my shins hurt so bad and I was short of breath but I didn't want to stop. So I made a doctors appointment in hopes that my current health issue wasn't getting worse.And actually it had. My specialist said that I couldn't breath because their was a lump on my thyroid pressing on my esophagus and that's why I was winded whenever I tried to run.Radiation didn't stop it from growing and medication wasn't working.I was going to have to have surgery.Needless to say, I was devastated but I knew it was something that had to be done.This changed a lot of things for me. I won't go into that because it was a very emotional journey for me.I will say this, after recovery and after 2 years of around the clock visits to my specialists I can finally say that nothing is growing back.There are no more tired and cranky days and no more achy joints from fatigue, and most of all no more hair loss!YES!!! I am back to the energetic person I always was and will be! I remember my husband asking me the last time he trimmed my then mini-fro... "This is it, what do you want to do with your hair after the surgery?" that was then, when I decided that I would never cut my hair again. Clippers and scissors were associates that I did not like being acquainted with.Well anyhow,I had the surgery and now I have tons of energy! I don't like taking naps at all, and I don't like sitting around doing nothing.It's one thing to feel down and out because you have no choice but to;and its another thing to feel that way because you choose to feel sorry for your self...and that's not me.I didn't talk much about what was going on with me for 2years because I don't like to be the center of attention. Even on the days when I felt I was going to pass out from exhaustion from just standing up.But god sent some wonderful doctors and nurses my way and he new what kind of encouragement I needed and that is why I am so happy today. I prayed for energy and youthfulness and he gave it back to me! I can out run my children now and I want to get up and be productive everyday even when things seem out of control. I try not to repeat the negative things that go on around me because I believe there is always good in all situations that we go through it just depends on how you look at it. I only make positive reinforcements a habit...I always try to build the foundation up in my household. I don't believe that saying "if momma aint happy nobody is happy!" It seems that nobody is happy anyway that's why momma isn't. I am still on the path in my life and I can't wait to see what direction I am headed in next.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

After six

When its after six in the afternoon I know certain things will take place in my household.....only......this time my household is quiet and the certain routine actions that take place will go on somewhere else where there are children present.I am enjoying the time that I have away from my children and I like the break from the everyday routine that takes place when you are running a household. I am certain I can get use to this but as they always say, "too much of a good thing can be bad for you." I guess I could fill all this extra time writing and finishing stories and deadlines that have been created for me by me; but I think I will not. As I sit here typing I consider this a break as well and I feel another poem forming in my innermost deep thoughts.


Wood
by Latresa Ivy

Quiet and serene
the shiny wood floor does gleam
waiting and hesitating
the created vibrations in every beam
and as I watch and listen
for the crisp movement of harmony
that bounces off each foot step
on this aged wood floor that is so well kept
there is no sound
no children around
to stir up the dust or
jumping and bumping because its a must.....
no there all gone....
and the aged wood floor is alone
with nothing but memories
of marks here and there....
from the rumbling and stumbling
of children of no care
yes I watch and listen
reminisce on how its beauty is journey-ful
and admire how age has made it beautiful....