Hear Me Roar

By VPAin

I have revamped this book, from the title to the selections, to mirror
my metamorphosis from woman-girl to wise one. I have opted out of the
telling, personal intro. Take this gift, this piece of me, my accounts of
change, of pleasure and pain. Get to know me through my lyrics. Hate
or love the tenacious creature I have become. Who knows what our future
holds?

For Now, I am Poet . . .

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Nov 29, 2012
• ISBN: 9781481702843

VPAin

VPain is a lover of all arts and a writer of literature, from Indianapolis, IN. She strives to cross genres for unlimited self-expression. A single mother of three, she is a part-time editor for a local newspaper. She enjoys cooking, wine tasting, reading, and learning. Performing at occasional open mic events, Vpain attempts to represent the dreamer in her writing. Search for VPain or [e-mail] online for upcoming projects.

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© 2012 VPain. All Rights Reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

Published by AuthorHouse 09/06/2012

ISBN: 978-1-4259-0540-8 (sc)

Contents

Intro

Musings

Rhapsody

In my own words

Eyes closed, hoping for a rhyme

Now what?

Crazy Bitch I

Crazy Bitch II

First Love  (Love’s Journey)

We

Untitled 3 (after the love)

A wish on fire

Untitled 1

My Love

Nightmares

Frustration

At last, the end

Landlord

Desire

A dream escapes

in the dark

Crazy

Truth hurts

Empty

Should we be?

Natural disaster

Pussy Power Poem

push

Vibin

Our First Kiss

King Of Truth

Yeah, I know

Mariposa

Come with Me

Daydreams

Favorite Star

Fruit of my Womb

Forbidden Fruit

Destined for Greatness

Miracle

One Year

Acknowledgements

Letter to the reader

Intro

I have revamped this book, from the title to the selections, to mirror my metamorphosis from woman-girl to wise one. I have opted out of the telling, personal intro. Take this gift, this piece of me, my accounts of change, of pleasure and pain. Get to know me through my lyrics. Hate or love the tenacious creature I have become. Who knows what our future holds?

For Now, I am Poet…

Musings

Rhapsody

Harps like lights in the darkest corner of my heart

Play for the voices of angels singing their love

At the base of my mind, a symphony

My feet waltzing to a glorious song heard only by me

Light-headed, I stumble & trip over my feet

This concert’s time marked by my heart’s beat

Light hearted, an intoxicated smile crosses my face

Song of my soul repeats at a faster pace

With each chord, a grudging knot in my back loosens

And each voice dances over bars of their own choosing

My soul leaves my body, free as a bird

It’s cage moving to some song that can’t be heard

On Earth or in space, but still a lovely tune

My soul moves on headed for the moon

No time to look back and why should I?

My heart’s music has provided a natural high

And now unwound- my resting limbs

My thoughts all swirling, all Earthly light dims

In my day dream state- with the bit of sense I make

The song plays on for my achy soul’s sake

In my own words

And still I wonder,

Is poetry the words?

I have decided no

It is the single window

Into the crowded warehouse

of dreams.

It holds an impressive inventory

Hoarding thoughts, words, nightmares and fantasies

Recycled and new all jumbled together

Unfiltered these parcels have reached The artists

The sole beneficiaries of these dreams

What do they mean?

It is a sub-pseudo-micro-mega sea of a culture

A model of Atlantis at worst

A wonder, a curse

Trickling slowly first through a stream

Jagged rocks of pain to guide once

Mellow thoughts to a place where they can grow

As the stream pulls more and more from every aspect

It has become a river, it has become a sea

A flow that is too strong for fear and

Too fast for criticism

Only Earth to feed such beauty

To thirsty minds across a vast planet

What does it all mean?

It has long been an open secret a crusted and dry

Thirsty wound festering in the rays

Of a deceptive sun

Once warming, now the beams distribute

The light by which my candle sleeps

And the heat by which my love dries

The pain by which my wounds develop

The single killer of all I love

Yet it continues on,