And Love,

and love,

do you know how I yearn for you

late night candles I burn for you

praying you'll find your way home

a place you've never known

but once you arrive you'll see
that it's right here with me

and that you've never quite been home before

shari renee

Who Knew

Who knew we’d have foes
simply because of the way we wear our clothes
Kinky fros
Wide nose
But the very blood within us flows
The same
In vain
(in vein)
Because the skin that covers it isn’t the same

Who knew that melanin could cause such disdain
In this day and age
Eliciting rage
Disgust
Is that really enough
To separate us

The human race,
Who knew,
Only has room for one?
(Won)
A race
To be first place
Only to stand above another
Are we not people?
Did we not all come from a mother?
A sister, a brother?
But no,
Couldn’t be
 

They say

 You’re not the right color.

 

Shari Renee



Unfinished Poem #2: Completely Uninspired

a quip forever lingered on his lips

and that's what I loved about him

ability to match wits,

talk shit and quietly

sit,

no awkward pauses

...

Bus Boys And Poets Open Mic Feat. Rudy Francisco 5/27/14

Last night I finally made my way back to Bus Boys and Poets (14th and V) to take in a night of open mic poetry. It was the first time I'd been back in months and immediately I remembered why I love this place so much. The feeling of being in such a close vicinity of such creatively talented people is overwhelmingly inspiring. My favorite is when the most unassuming looking people saunter onto the stage and kill it. Rudy Francisco was the featured poet of the night and he covered a range of topics far removed from the emo 'I love you/ I hate you' poetry that we so often see at these type of events. He is definitely worth googling/ scouring Youtube. Please try to ignore my giggling throughout the videos. I couldn't help myself. If you ever find yourself stumbling into Bus Boys and don't want to partake in an alcoholic beverage. Try the 'Big Daddy' with vanilla milk. It's amazing. I had two and was wired for the remainder of the night.

( SIDE NOTE: The last post isn't quite a poem.. more so a drunk man rambling, but entertaining nonetheless lol. "Follow Your Dreams!" )



The Flirtation with Vulnerability

The flirtation with vulnerability

the wanton need to

delve deeper into self

and feel something...

starts with a conscious decision to allow oneself to go there

knowing that the outcome of such action

could prove

beneficial or detrimental

but also embracing that the lingering space in between

is filled with the beauty of adrenaline and hope

terror and anticipation,

falling or flying?

into the deep abyss or a field of daisies

defenses disabled,
you're out there

possibilities unknown
but the desire to find out
overcomes the fear

knowing that there's no other way to get to this place

than to jump

 

 

Take Me Away

take me away

to where palm trees

provide shade,

where sun rays radiate

a Midas' touch on my skin

reflection on my outer

of my glow from within,

wanderlust stricken

with no other cure

I feel like I'm stuck in this cocoon

of a room

drowning in familiarity

I need to break free soon.

feeling my last gasp of

 tedious monotony

ho hum hurrahs,

commonplace consistencies

will never be enough

to cure

this bore

that has taken over me,

I need to feel liberated

experience things I've never seen.

to strive to survive

outside of the box of desolate despondency,

these average expectations I will never see

because they will never be

me.

 

 

shari renee

 



Merry Go Round

same sights

same sounds

same fights

different rounds

merry go

merry

no

merry go round

shari renee

timing

life's greatest gift

and curse 

we're always chasing

time

never in control of when it's right..

This Love Isn't Convenient

This love isn't convenient.

I'm not going to love you because it's my birthday

when there's a holiday around the corner

or because you're pulling away.

This love is not selfish

manipulative

or immature.

I'm not going to fill you with false hope when I know that this door is too heavy to hold open any longer.

And I'm not going to love you to prove anything to anyone.

This love is not for show.

This love is consistent
patient
and unwavering.

And will be here through good times and bad.

I'll love you through the random texts and calls from my ex

because I know that if I wanted to be there

I wouldn't be here.

With you.

This love does not wane in the presence of my past.

This love is not opportunistic or shallow.

This love is honest.

Passionate.

Tried and

True.

This love is Me.

This love

.. Is Love.

And it's all for you.

shari renee

Ectotherm

the light at the other end of the tunnel is blinding

so much easier to go back the way I came

walking toward the unknown

vision impaired

but it feels so natural,

so right

how can I look away

from such a beautiful light

how can I stray

luring me in with her warmth

a chill on my back

I glance over my shoulder

so many layers to be shed

should I forge ahead

and still,

ectotherm.

3/2/14

shari renee

"Thoughts on an Airplane Napkin"

So fucking noisy

The chatty 20-something's surrounding on this plane

Chatter on and on about their happy go lucky lives

Phil can't wait to surprise his girlfriend in Atlanta

And Kat just got promoted at her job...

The plane bounces along 

Engine roars outside my window

Sun beams in my eyes

But no sound louder than the thoughts clouding my mind

I hate feeling anxious. 

Only certain people have this affect on me

Or should I say person

The plane makes its bouncy descent down the runway 

We're up next

And next for me is reuniting with you

The same you who still has the ability to make me feel

after all this time,

... against my will.

Because my will isn't free with you

It's been nine months since I've touched your skin

And as I sit here writing this 

I can't help but wonder will it feel the same?

What will I say, 

What will you say?

Our conversations have been few and far between as of late

I'm to blame.

It seemed easier to run from you then to be sucked back into your web 

But here I am.

On this plane.

Waiting.

Walking a thin line,

knowing there's a chance I can get tangled up again 

Waiting.

to travel clear across the country

In search of a break from the reality that's overwhelmed me 

Because that's all it'll be

Distraction...

Or will it?

A taste of a fantasy 

long shot down 

a coma

But it's still breathing..

Lift off.

too much pressure

too much pressure

I don't want to be in love

too strong a feeling

would bring (on) too much healing

and I like the way I was...

much rather be alone

that way no one can ever leave me

although you've showed me time and time again..

I prefer that no one ever need me.



composed Mar 2013

Shari Renee

I have to be honest

I'm losing the desire

to be the glue

that holds on to you

what about me

and all of my needs

in a relationship

where it feels the only one trying is me

but hasn't it always been this way

you one foot out the door

me,
doing whatever it takes to make you stay

working up a sweat

putting on a show

you are the star

the headlining act

treating you like caesar

all to receive what in the end

half ass efforts

skeptical ass friends

and a mind that never stops running

trying to convince a heart that's lost its cunning

 

@Jackson_Carrera

Graffitti DC, Liv nightclub.

 every fourth wednesday of the month.

The poets were amazing.. energy was crazy.

I can see myself becoming a regular here.

like quicksand,

the more you fight something that brings you down

the deeper you will be sucked in

be still,

struggling to stay afloat in a mass that can only bring you down

will

...

The moment that you declare that you no longer care

even though you know, deep down, that you still do

but you've reached the breaking point where all the caring in the world couldn't make you stay,

The very second when the tears have dried

because you've cried the same ones

time after time,

The minute it hits that the whole thing is a lie

and those truths that he told were half- hearted,

Realization, and suddenly enough is enough.

We've all experienced the wanting... thinking we were through with someone only to find ourselves right back in their arms. But once you've 'danced that dance' enough times.. wiped enough tears out of your eyes, it hits you.

And the one time you get up to walk away, you know that it will be your last.

Strength.

I wish I would've met you first

before all the hurt,

the betrayal,

the lies,

before you built a wall

20 feet high,

before the distrust took over your mind

and left your heart with an abandonment sign,

before your respect for women declined

and the words bitch and whore were reassigned

causing a decline

in thine,

self

-worth

a lashing out to those most invested

loyalties tested

faith rested

real

rejected

.

composed 2011

©sharirenee 2011

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If I could rip out a page

in the diary of you,

to take it all back

that's what I'd do,

erase all the lies

all the tears that I've cried

I would,

just so we

could start anew

If I could mask all the scars

emotional and mental,

cross out all the bad

so that your story would flow,

and it would be ok

to miss you,

to entertain these thoughts that

haunt my mind,

what would I find,

but empty pages....

composed 2010

©sharirenee 2011

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Sometimes I wonder
memories of you go asunder
what if we could change that one little thing
would good thoughts manifest
when they mention your name?

instead all that remains is the bad times that we led
tossing back ridicule,
holding it over my head
laughter turned to silence
silence to tears
and then the tears dried up
we've danced this dance before

I pulled myself away from you
because my feet were getting sore

and now I sit and ponder
to myself aloud
of the days we did the friendship thing
remember
how it used to be

you, and me

combining our names like the 'Brangelinas'
because when you saw one, you saw two

me and you

now we're through
another distant memory tucked away
which has already begun to fade
presence staid

on to a new day.

©ShariRenee 2011

All rights reserved

I thought I knew better

than to get caught up

stood up

told I wasn't good enough

until the day where I was truly fed up

tired of trying to win your trust

tired of the burden of trying to create "us"

tired of the constant merry go round

ups and downs

I was so lost in you

Planted the seeds of your wants

and as it grew

so did the shade that you threw

my way,

because you knew I would take it

no nuture

no

future

just an on going path where the light at the end was more of a flicker



composed
©sharirenee 2011
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