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Radical.
Radical. is a bold and honest look at the current state of affairs in America. This book says what no one else dares to.
Love.
Love. is a stunning look into the ups and downs that make up the journey of love. From lust to hate, this book covers the many emotions we all feel while looking for love.
Gypsy
Gypsy is my tale of struggles with life, love, lesbianism, money, sex, drugs, homelessness, and rape, among many other issues.I am a poet originally from the East Coast, now living in Los Angeles. I've been writing since I was about 8. I am a hispanic lesbian who grew up for the most part in the south east, and made my own way. I come from a dark world, but still I try to push my way to the light.My poetry is honest, political, socially conscious, and doesn't start with "Roses are Red".I'm very new to the spoken word/audio thing, so be patient with me on the tracks above!I'm constantly learning and growing, and in desperate need of stimulation, so if you like my work, or just want to discuss the meaning of life, drop me a line! I'm always down with meeting new people!
Here are some samples of my writing:The Truth About Me
I like dark places
where it's nice and quiet
I like to be alone, with enough silence
to fill a room
so that I can jump in and swim around
in my thouhgts for awhile.
I like smokey bars
and the buzz
of coffee shops.
I love conflict
but hate torment
I'm tired alot
but begging for the excitement
of life
I love my wife
and kids
I don't like the average person
but each of my friends is the best in someway
I would love to play the piano
though when I get into my zone
and write,
that's how it flows. To the beat
of my soul, or whatever music I might be listening to
at that moment.
I pretend to play guitar,
and manage to get by enough to entertain those around me
but I have anxiety and stress over not being
or having
or doing
enough
with myself
and those around me
I get paranoid
I love to play
in the rain, or at the beach
as long as there's water there
to calm me when I panic
I like to stretch
and sometimes have to remind myself to breath
I'm in deeper than deep
and sometimes realize that I need to
someone to help me realize other's aren't there yet
I look at the world from the outside
secretly dying to find a way into
what seems to be that of a room with no doors.
People amaze me,
I like to watch.
But when I get to share what I know
I eat it up.
The light, on me, shines bright.
Even though most of my life seems to
be held down
under a black cloud.
Happiness comes around
just enough to tease
depression the feeling
that most puts me at ease
My mind races and screams
But most of my life is lived there
On the inside.
In the dark
like that of a bar.
But if you want to find me,
I'm never far
and always waiting,
for the next part of the scene
called life.Help feed this starving artist!
