Biography of kenya black
Poetry and words are and will always be my way out...not one word is nothing not one word is boring...all of my works are from my state of mind, or creativity, and of the heart. i will never write when not inspired and will never just write to fill words in a small space...i always write something that is meaningful even when no one understands them, if only one, then I have done my job. Then my dream of becoming a writer of books and poems comes closer into view...welcome everyone and i appreciate any time you give to read and comment on my works. gives me encouragement and critisism so maybe one day ill be a great writer^_^ laterz
kenya black's Works:
Oce Writers Workshop: 'Blood, Sweat, and Tears'
~ The Fourth Chance ~ A Summer Day
Pecies of Eight 'The Maiden Inside of Me, ' pg.19.
~ Spanish River High school Literary Magazine
kenya black Poems
*being A Mother*
When the dark shadows over the moon swayed me With the wind ripping through my hair willfully The moon shined bright lighting throughout the whole sky And I tredged my feet slowly to his house
Your innnocent Spring overwelcomes you Hands held high
The Illusion Of Life
The things you see They can make you bare the questions of curiosity They can swallow the purpose of fantasy And overtake your consciousness of thoughts
*the Guardian In My Fiery Heart*
I did not know he existed With his fair hair And fine skin
In the eyes of your heart There is passion With the light kisses of roses, You tame me
*all I See*
All I see is him, and her Vivid, so vivid And keen moments, keen and hasty... I wish I never saw them
+a Thousand Tears Of Blue+
During that lonely sunny day Where the skies fall down unto my tears They both meet up with my saddened heart Never will I fall into the dark that keeps hold of me
/the Letter Before My Soul Is Reborn/
Before: Dear me, Have you stopped lying?
I am lost Back into the woods of past lives I am down within the oceanic crust I am lost
! My Soul Protected!
There he is. His pitch black eyes Leading me into my doom A forsaken black hole of love
The First Kiss
I saw you I was so conscious I thought everything revolved around you I liked you
Mask Of Desire
Love is Pain Confusion Skipping Beats of footsteps
Can I Even Say Goodbye...
That night You held me That day I was only yours
Here Am I...?
Here am I... Waiting for the man who will never be Come... Heart wanting him to love me
The world that I see through my eyes
Is a unreal veiw that feels like a dream
In the raging night of a full moon
The reminesence of memories flow through me
They are like transparent walls of treasure
Of some I would like to find again, and some
I would like to forget
How nostalgic it is to see through her eyes
They are crimson violet with ash grey