They Grow JayLous of this Haitian Swagga.

(Alright, this is the poem that I am promising you all right now. This is the poem I'm hoping you all read and praying that you like enough to help me find a scholarship contest that I can enroll in before my senior year in high school (2010). I'm truly hoping that my poetry, after all my general hard work in school, you know keeping up the grades and all, will help me a great deal in getting into a good school. I've been published twice already in the past and I'm looking to do that again at le… Continue

Hey, it's your girl Eljay... now I've been working real real hard since fifth grade on this whole poetry thing, only because it's become my life. Poetry is truly a passion for me because it's helped me in sooo many ways. It has helped me in times when no one would or when no one could. Poetry is life. Scratch that, Poetry is >>{my} life<<. Uh hum. (Not meaning to say that poetry is mine only but you know... Lol.) Anywayz, I'm trying to push it with my poetry. I'm trying to see if it… Continue

My dearest Moon, why must you continue to hide
In the darkness from the one who begs to be your bride,
Yet when she comes to find you, concealed among brightly
Shining stars that pull on her attention tightly
To distract her from your beauty, you can’t but caress her
Nor can you deny yourself the chance to bless her
With a radiant light you know she can not resist
As she reminisces on the times she swears you kissed
Her precious lips before an audience of goddesses and gods
Who could only fat… Continue

This little clump of red tissue with in my chest
Beats and beats under hard conditions but never rests.
I wonder why little heart, you keep on going despite it all
All of the pain and hurt you sustain. It seems as if there is a wall
That protects you. If I did not know better I would assume
That you are protected in a fortified tomb
Aside from the cage of bones that tried
Insufficiently to shield it on every side.
I wonder how it is that you continue to beat
While being beaten into a fine she… Continue

ELEMENTS
He is like the elements,

The simple good in hectic events.

The simple things in life I hold dear,

What is pure and above all sincere.

He is like the gentle rain seeping through my clothes,

He's like the placid wind whispering as it blows.

Modest as the gallantly colored skies,

He's a mystery understood only by the spiritually wise.

He is an element, the base of all that lives,

More to me, the base of why my heart gives.

He's like the warm sun rays that shine upon my body,

So… Continue