unique baking

I've come here to tell you a secret of her.

The secret of all secrets

A recipe untold, a recipe thats mature

It starts with a dash of food coloring and give it a stir

Maybe some black, nothing too bright.

I've come here to tell you a secret of her.

A handful of piercing's and hair color then stir

A cup of sarcasm and 2 cups of attitude

A recipe untold, a recipe thats mature

2 cups of writing , 3 cups of music, mix and stir

Now add 1 cup of reading 

I've come here to tell you a secret of her

2 cups of love and the mixtures starting to blur

1 cup of family and friends

A recipe untold, a recipe thats mature

Add a dash of hot sauce and the mixture is mature

A little bit of spice is all you need.

I've come here to tell you a secret of her

A recipe untold, a recipe thats mature.

Chocolate Rain

Standing in the dark,
Illuminate by the twilight.
Yellow little diamonds,
Sparkle far above my reach.
My head raised towards the sky,
A wet droplet playfully lands upon my cheek.
I wipe the wet droplet with my finger,
I raise it to my lips,
Chocolate rain.
White chocolate,
Milk chocolate,
and even a hit of dark.
I fully indulge myself in this sweet experience.
Opening my mouth as wide as it will go,
I let my pallet enjoy a dancing of exotic flavors.
The rich, smooth chocolate
Slips slowly dow my throat,
Jolting each taste bud,
As if to tantalize them on their way down.
This is unlike any chocolate anyone could possibly fathom.
This is heavens chocolate,
Sent down to show me its sympathy.
Apologizing with every delicious drop.
Apologizing for dealing me a hard hand in life.
And for these heavenly minutes of paradise,
I accept.
I'm waiting to wake from this bubbly dream,
To be pinched back into the nightmare.
But it never comes.
So, I jump into the flowing grass,
Allowing it to wrap its warm arms around me,
I lift my head up once more,
And fully lose myself,
In this sweet blessing of heavens gold.

Readers response - I Give You Back by Joy Harjo

I not only enjoyed the  meaning behind this poem, but also  the style in which the author wrote. Through this poem the author is talking to fear as if it is just a person sitting next to her. That is one thing I took a lot of inspiration from in my own writing, talking to objects and feelings. The author goes on to talk to her fear as if it is an ex boyfriend. She tells her fear that it is not her shadow any longer and that she no longer will let it hold her back, her fear is not in her blood any more. This poem is this women's way of saying goodbye to fear, and her allowing herself to grow up past all her fears. It is pretty peaceful for the most part until you reach one stanza. In the second stanza the author talks about a brutality that happened to her family and her people, and tells fear that she doesn't care about that anymore because she will not let it control her. This piece of writing really helped me towards my own story that I am writing. I used her technique of talking to my own feelings as if it was a person I was talking to. Towards the end of her poem it seems as if she is almost yelling. She repeats herself for a couple of lines then uses the same first couple of words and different endings. Her entire poem builds up to the end where she really seems angry. But, then the last line is her almost forgiving her fear and feeling sympathy for it. I definitely would/will be using her style of writing in my writing for my book because it really gets a message across.

Philosophy of Love

I dreamt of love every night. dreamt of my true loves warm embrace and soft delicate kiss. i had never experienced love for myself. I was basically taught my whole life not to feel any emotion at all. It was part of the job. The consequence of being a princess. The tall black book casing with red velvet lining held what I knew of true love and deep emotions. Each book pulsing and bleeding with utter happiness. Bloody hell I want to be free to feel love. I had never even experienced love from my mother. My whole family was brain washed. But not me. I am a living breathing person. I could smell love through the chocolate chip cookies my grandmother makes, warm and fresh out of the oven. I could feel love while laying in the swaying green grass in my private back yard with the sun wrapping its hot arms around every inch of me. Love flowed through my veins and corrupted my every thought. I just wanted to feel someone else's love for me as well.