My first published book = I Was Planted in the Wind

I was only human when I was born. Only human. I’ve grown to discover this. Sadly though, when I was young, when I was not bound by choices and obligations, when I slept on the beds and ate the food in which I knew not any origin, when I was young, I thought I was invincible. I thought that the trees and the swing set was life. I thought mom would be mommy forever and daddy likewise. I thought that GOD was just some part of the air lingering in the clouds up there with the sun, moon and stars. Closer to a fabrication made by grown ups. Jesus a mere story, love a mere hope. Never did I think that dying was real or that people cried for more reasons than getting a spanking by their mommies. These things did not occur…when I was invincible.
Now everyone has a cell phone and an email account. When I was invincible I had toys. Things I could make fly in my hands and talk with my voice, scream with my impression of pain... pain I had not the slightest impression of. But I would make them scream because I was screaming inside this world of illusions and routines. Years could only begin to show the complexity of it all. I have yet still to understand. To understand why and to ask questions were a blur. One vision was encouraging the other yet both were dimmed in the shadows of confusion. Something was holding me… while something was trying to let me fall. To be born into sin is indescribable. To be born into Jesus is beyond measure.--Excerpt from Book I Was Planted in the Wind-- By: Nicole L Hibbert

Lion

You walk like a LION
Your head held high on battlegrounds of untamed beasts that would feast on your mane if that be all they could eat when their body rejects water
Taming the ground by your claws striking the earth more sharply than a scorpion’s venom in veins
You walk like a wild king with centuries beneath broad shoulders
And retreats by means of glowing green eyes in darkness
And in the light
A cry of bold roaring chasing fear through the jungle like a wildfire
And your hair like a timeless replica of the moon’s fullness and the sun’s shine
Furiously trying to escape the irony of gentleness that entraps your thoughts
But when you walk
Your bones like bamboo shooting arrows back at the steps taken before
Leaving tracks that read like a stampede
Glaring with your eyes split in two with a golden reed
Rolling them turning them away with the a cry louder than monsoons
With weeping that quakes souls with the strength of emotional tsunami
Carelessly ripping through my heart like a hurricane coming inland
From a sea of tears
You walk like a LION
Proud of tearing into pheromones sent to nowhere from the confusion
That comes with not knowing our own bodies
Taking what feels right
I can’t call you good
But I think I love you
And the way you walk

I want to tell you that I love you
But I won’t mean it
After all what is love?
I thought at once
When I was twelve
Love was screaming when Joey was on the phone
Love was burying my head in a pillow when I was all alone and thinking
Wondering what happily ever after really was
Where did Cinderella and her prince actually go?

Then love was silent and sparing
It was bath soaps and purses for Christmas instead of sweet smelling
Toys
If love was toys then love was dolls and I didn’t know what love would mean by that
It was the rude comments by men
I mean boys
That made me feel worthless
And If I could not be accepted love was me neglected
Bound to live life unperfected
Then love wasn’t me
No Love wasn’t me at all

It came with the rain of unexpected pain
Sang from books of Christian songs
And who was I to decree
What I thought love should be?

Love was
Oily ankles that would spin and spin
And limp arms that would guide my body’s direction through dark and void paths
Of the music that was playing
Love left me out there all alone with nothing to look forward to but
Song
And melody
Things I loved to feel and breathe
But could not feel them hold me

Love
What is love after all?
I want to tell you that I love you but I don’t know if I’ll mean it
You see while I take the time to notice you
You don’t even remember me
While I take the time
To compare your smile
To everything good I remember in my life
You don’t even realize
That I’m screaming at you in my eyes !!!

and

You look at someone else

So there’s no reason to tell you that I love you
There’s no reason to contemplate what love was or is
Or what I thought it could be
Or how I can tell you … and really mean it
Because it has already consumed me in a way that everything I knew before you doesn’t matter
Because I love you more than how bad you hurt me
Because you mean more to me than to two day phone call rule
Or the length of interest I’m allowed to show you
I just love you
Is that okIs that against the rules?

HEy Wats up everybody i'm starting this blog to display my poetry and keep you all updated on SWAU events so if your ever bored you can take a looksee..luv ya!

here is my first poem for ya

its called

Just a Taste

Give me a taste of that
Pour me a cup of that life that sweet life
Let me utter its prestige
Ponder it taste it like honeydew on a summer day
Give me the sun
Give me the rain
I want to taste the bitter and the sweet
Give me a taste of that
Pour me a cup of that life
Let me forget how moments passed so suddenly
Let me remember how they first came to me
Let my experiences roll down my cheek like a tear of joy
Quenching the gift of being so unique
So free
So me
Give me a taste of that life
Cut me a slice
Fill my mouth with sugary crystals of satisfaction
No regrets!
No mistakes!
Nothing that was so extreme
Nothing so out of the ordinary
You know
Because just as the wind blows through the unknown trees
I follow it chase it with my bare feet
Crawl after it on my knees
Hunt it down using the time consisted in the rest of my life…I want that life
That life
Even after it leaves!
Give me a taste of that life I want that good stuff
That life
I want to cradle it in my arms like a newborn child
Only so I could release it into the sky
Like a falcon returned to the wild
I want to close it behind the glass displayed in my purest of dreams
I want to make it so much better than it seemed to be

Because we all know that life has its own rules
You know the ones we all play by
And somehow still lose
Because we all know that life plots its own points of destruction
And if w don’t follow the road it really has no function
So that when we hit the crossroads and we look up at the signwe can chose left right or sideways
But the truth is we’re still left behind
Because if we don’t taste life now
If we don’t drink our cups
All that’s poured will flood over and drown us all up
I just want my taste before I leave this place
I just want my taste
I don’t want it to go to waste