GREETINGS EVERYBODY!!! MY NAME IS FABIOLA SULLY AND I'M AM AN INSPIRED WRITER. I HAVE JUST FINISHED MY POETRY BOOK TITLED, "FINDING THE WAY HOME." HERE I HAVE SAMPLES OF MY WORKS CURRENTLY IN MY BOOK. I AM SELLING COPIES OF MY BOOK. AND FEEL FREE TO EMAIL ME WITH YOUR COMMENTS AT fabiolas1@aol.com, or mysticpoet729@gmail.com. you can also find older copies of my book on amazon.com and http://powells.com(under sully, fabiola. HOPE YOU ENJOY. PEACE
THE ROAD
THE SCATTERED GLAS PIECES,
THE USED OLD NEEDLES
AROUND TO HURT ME.
THE PAPERS AND GARBAGE,
THE CRACKS AND MOLD
MAKING IT LESS ATTRACTIVE
ALL COVERED WITH THINK SMOKE,
AND TOXIC WASTES EVERYWHERE.
SENDING SHIVERS DOWN MY SPINE.
SMELLING THE STANCH AND THE VOMIT
AS I WALKED DOEN THE ROAD.
MY WATERY EYES
THE LIGHTNESS OF MY HEAD,
MAKING IT HARD FOR ME TO STAND STRAIGHT.
SOME POINT I THOUGHT,
WHY I AM WALKING THIS PATH?
BUT I FEEL I WILL ACCOMPLISH SOMETHING
ONCE I REACH THE END.
BEAUTY
CAN YOU TELL A LOT ABOUT A PERSON,
BY JUST THEIR BEAUTY?
CAN YOU TELL WHAT THEY LIKE?
OR HOW THEY THINK?
CAN YOU TELL WHAT LIFE IS TO THEM?
BY THEIR SPARKLING EYES,
AND FLAWLESS SKIN?
DO YOU KNOW IF THEY LIKE MIDNIGHT WALKS?
DO YOU KNOW IF THEY LIKE SPORTS?
OR EVEN LIKES IT ROUGH WHEN MAKING LOVE.
BUT MOST OF ALL,
DO YOU KNOW THEY REALLY ARE,
AND WILL LOVE YOU BACK,
BECAUSE IT CAN BE A DISTRACTION.
TO WHAT REALLY LIES AHEAD
SO BEWARE AND KEEP GUARD,
BEFORE IT SUCKS YOU IN.
THE MIRROR
I REMEMBER WHEN YOU USE TO LOOK AT ME.
WITH PRIDE IN YOUR EYES.
YOU WERE PROUD OF YOUR FULL-FIGURED HIPS,
YOUR BREASTS, AND YOUR FACE.
YOU LOVED YOURSELF SO MUCH
AND DIDN'T CARE WHAT OTHERS THOUGHT
BUT LATELY YOU HAVE CHANGED.
AND I HAVE LOST RESPECT FOR YOU.
YOU CHANGED YOUR HAIR COLOR.
YOU CHANGED YOUR ATTITUDE
YOU NEVER EVEN SMILE
ALL YOU DO IS CRY WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME.
YOU WANT TO BE SOMEBODY ELSE.
SOMEONE YOU THINK IS WORTHY
WELL, I THINK YOU ARE PUNK.
I THINK YOU LOST SIGHT OF YOURSELF AND YOUR DREAMS.
YOU THINK YOU ARE HOT STUFF.
BUT YOU'RE ONLY DESTORYING YOURSELF.
I KNOW THE TRUTH.
I KNOW WHO YOU REALLY ARE.
I'LL WAKE YOU UP WHEN YOU REALLY SEE ME!
BAG LADY
I WATCHED THIS LADY HOP ON THE BUS.
WHO LOOKED ABOUT MY AGE.
WITH TWO BAGS ON EACH HAND.
STRUGGLING TO GET ON BOARD,
AND TAKING HER MONEY OUT,
TRYING TO FIND SOME WHERE TO SIT.
AS SHE BUMPED INTO PEOPLE.
EVERYBODY WAS STARING AT HER.
LIKE SHE WAS A SIDESHOW.
GIVING HER DIRTY LOOKS.
AND LAUGHING AS SHE PASSED BY.
NO ONE DID SEEM TO HELP HER.
EVEN WITH STRUGGLE WRITTEN ON HER FACE.
WHEN HER STOP CAME,
SHE HURDLED HER WAY TO THE FRONT OF THE BUS
AS SHE GOT OF,
SHE STOOD IN FRONT OF A BOUTIQUE
STARING AT HER REFLECTION ON THE GLASS WINDOW
I WATCHED HER AS SHE WALKED AWAY.
LEAVING HER BAGS ON THE CURB.
NOT EVEN TURNING BACK
I KNOW SHE DIDN'T SEE ME
BUT I CLAPPED FOR HER AS SHE WALKED AWAY.
FOR I USE TO BE HER.
BY YOUR SIDE
I BELIEVE FAITH BROUGHT US HERE,
IN EACH OTHER ARMS.
AND FAITH ALREADY HAD A NOTION
THAT WE WERE DIFFERENT
I FEEL THE RESTRAINTS AND THE BUMPS,
THE MOODINESS, THE GRIPES
AND THE TENSION I HAVE SENSE,
THROUGH THIS ROAD OF LOVE.
I FEEL OUR LOVE IS A RIVER
NOT EXPECTING THE HIDES TIDES
OR WHEN THE WEATHER WILL CHANGE
OR WHEN THE WATER CALMS DOWN.
WE PUSH EACH OTHER AWAY,
BUT STILL FEEL NEEDED BY THE OTHER.
FEELING COLDNESS IN OUR BODIES,
BUT WILLING TO FEEL THE HEAT WITH A TOUCH.
BOTH OF US FEELING DRAINED,
THINKING WHERE WE GO FROM HERE.
BUT I LOOK THROUGH YOUR WATERY EYES
AND KISS YOUR FOREHEAD
AS YOU WRAP YOUR ARMS AROUND ME.
I KNOW IT WAS WORTH THE EFFORT.
THAT I'LL BE FOREVER
BY YOUR SIDE
WHO AM I
I'M THE ONE YOU TEASE
CAUSE I'M DIFFERENT.
I'M THE ONE YOU BOTHER
CAUSE I'M JUST THERE
I'M THE MAT YOU STEP ON
I'M THE ROCK YOU KICK AROUND
AND YOU THINK YOU CAN CONTROL ME
LIKE I'M THE CLAY AND YOU'RE THE SCULPTOR
LIKE I'M THE ROBOT AND YOU PRESS MY BUTTONS
BUT YOU CAN'T CONTROL ME.
I MAY BE NOTHING AS YOU SAY.
BUT YOUR WORDDS DON'T MEAN JACK TO ME.
I AM SOMEBODY.
SOONER OR LATER YOU'LL SEE ME ON THE STREET.
WITH MY HEAD UP HIGH
WHILE YOU'RE EATING MY DUST.
AND I'LL BE WONDERING,
WHO'S LAUGHING NOW!
My Way
FOR THE TIMES I'VE BEEN CALLED CRAZY
FOR THE TIMES I'VE BEEN HURT.
FOR THE TIMES I'VE HAD DIRT KICKED IN MY FACE.
FOR THE TIMES I'VE BEEN TREATED SECOND CLASS.
I LOOKBACK ON MY PAST CONQUESTS.
I HAVE SOME REGRETS;I HAVE CRIED A FEW TEARS.
I EVEN LAID MY HEART ON THE LINE.
I FOUGHT BATTLES I WASN'T READY FOR.
AND EXPERIENCE ROADBLOCKS AND FORKS IN MY LIFE.
BUT I WAS NEVER ASHAMED.
STILL I HAVE BEEN VIEWED AS,
THE LAMB THAT STRAYED AWAY FROM THE PACK.
WHOM WOLVES COULD HAVE EATEN
BUT STILL MANAGED TO FINF MY WAY HOME.
I'VE BEEN THROUGH HELL AND BACK.
BUT STILL HAVE A SMILE ON MY FACE.
I NEVER HELD ANYONE'S HAND.
EVEN IF I HAVE IN NEED OF ONE.
AND THROUGH THIS ORDEAL.
I HAVE THE SCARPES AND CUTS TO SHOW IT.
HOWEVER, IT DOESN'T BOTHER ME.
CAUSE I DID IT MY WAY
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