I know it’s been FOREVER since I posted anything, I hope to have some great new content coming soon. Thanks to those of you who have been checking in! Make sure you guys check me out in twitter for the latest updates @talichaj thanks!!!
So I have started yet another project, I swear I have a million things that I’m doing, I should probably think of getting an assistant one of these days. Anyways, about the new project, I opened an online store selling handmade jewelry and eventually I will be selling personalized memory/keepsake and jewelry boxes that can have your favorite photos added! They are super cute and personal, making it the perfect gift for special occasions like weddings, anniversaries and holidays! I’m really excited about launching this project and I hope that you guys enjoy it also. Here are a just few pics of what you can find at For Memories Sake:
Hope you guy’s like the bracelets I have listed so far. I’m hoping to have some more created and uploaded by this weekend!
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Running will get you anywhere faster…except in life and in love..
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It’s never too late to try, there’s no expiration date on your dreams.
He says her name like its sacred, worships her like most worship their God.
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Dear circumstance, we started on the wrong foot, I say we call a truce…
Finally the new video of Les twins is up! And it include Chachi!!!
So I wanted to take a moment to share something with you guys other than poetry today. Gasp! I know! Its been a while since I’ve done anything other than poetry here that it feels weird, but I’ll get over it 
Today what I want to share with you all is my latest obsession/addiction, a dance duo named the Les Twins. Now before all my poetry readers get all restless and decide to move on to the next blog hear me out. Dance, in my opinion is definitely a form of poetry. Many choreographers actually put thought and emotions into their movements to tell us a story and to expel whatever it is they are feeling, which is exactly what we do with words. These guys, Larry and Laurent (or Lau for short) are really talented dancers who quite honestly blow my mind every time I watch their videos (which is often). Anyway, no more talking for me, time for you to watch a few of the reasons why I have a whole YouTube playlist dedicated to these fellas! Oh and did I mention they were french? Uh yeah, super cute accents, Enjoy!
This video is from World of Dance (WOD) 2010. It is one of my absolute favorites because not only is the dancing amazing but their animation and personalities are just so big and creative. It always makes me laugh, smile, stare in complete amazement every time I see it!
This video is from WOD 2012! The way they move is incredible, I just don’t get it. This is another one of my faves to watch because you can really see each of their dance styles clearly (or maybe I’ve just watched so many of their videos that its obvious to me now haha).
I want to put the whole dang playlist up here but then you guys would never get anything done with your day Plus it would take up too much space on my blog haha. But if you want to see more of the amazing Les Twins you can watch my Les Twins Playlist on YouTube!
Here’s a few of my fave moments from that last video
Do you guys have a favorite dancer or performance that I should check out? If so leave me a link or name in the comments! Thanks!
Another Haiku:
disconnect in this day and age requires too many plugs, shut down.
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He said the number one regret of the dying is that they don’t live their own life, they weren’t living authentically.
Our ability to dream and hope is the chain holding the key to our happiness
So many souls are kept bolted behind closed minds
Excuses taken to the grave for the “why not’s” and “how comes”
Do you really want to die with the regrets you lived for?
If you love anything in this world, be true to it
Music isn’t made by listeners
Art isn’t created by admirers
Dance isn’t made by an audience
They are all products of creators, people who let their love become more than a nightly intermission
Be the best thing that’s ever happened to yourself by allowing yourself the freedom of opportunity
Don’t let thoughts of discouragement jade you
Fear nothing other than what will happen if you don’t try
Take no as just an answer not a testament to your abilities
Only use negatives to prove your passion for the positives
Using can’t and never to remind yourself that you can’t give up
That you’ll never be the reason you weren’t the dream in the flesh
We all have promises to ourselves penned across the insides of our eyelids
Most of us just take them for granted
So used to them being there that we barely see them anymore
Don’t ignore your dreams, if you don’t fight for them who will?
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Infringed.
“Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery…”
Until you tune into the auditions of a highly watched dance competition to see the routine you’d spent hard earned sweat and hours on…and you aren’t the one dancing it.
Or that moment you hear your heart and soul on the tip of a tongue you’d not given permission to speak it, line after line of your talent under their name.
Originality is hard to come by these days.
Seems like everyone is playing copy cat and not even attempting to mask it.
There is no shame in admiration,
to find something unmistakably beautiful about something unmistakably beautiful is only human
But to lay claim to it, taking ownership for art you haven’t created is as absurd as me saying
Hey, you like that sun up there? Yeah, I don’t mean to brag but those rays, that was all me…
I’d prefer inspiration over imitation as flattery
Don’t get me wrong, no ones knocking themselves out to be like me but if they were I’d like to tell them to stop.
Take the best parts of what you love about someone else’s art and let it lead you to create your own
Use only the feeling of their words, of their movement and of their creativity.
Respect is not something easily earned, so if you want it you have to work for it
Working does not equal copy and paste
You shouldn’t spend all your dignity on infringement, you’re only cheating yourself that way…
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regret is merely a gun
it’s there for you to hold on to
you can feel the weight of it pressing into you
the coldness of it seeping into your pores.
the bullets inside it are what pierce though,
sadness, doubt and panic are what tear holes into lives leaving gaps so wide its hard to imagine what its supposed to look like.
the hands that load the bullets into the gun are what fire though,
they don’t let the trigger resist as their finger pulls back
Palms warm and itching
The mind that commands the hands to load the bullets into the gun is what kills though, It premeditates demise
The mind is what holds the control
Don’t psych yourself out by allowing regret to be a weapon
Let life happen, good or bad or stuck within the gray in between, let it be
Take each moment you wish you could change and turn it into a life lesson not a life sentence
Breath deep and let go.
Remember that there are hundreds of moments that make up who we are
One bad, sad or terrifying one does not make up our entire being
Regret is merely a gun, do yourself a favor by never loading it in the first place.
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So I have finally got the chance to participate in the amazing Kellie Elmore’s FWF writing prompt again! YAY! So excited. This week she posted a picture and requested we just write what comes to us from it. Hope you guys enjoy what I came up with, I feel so rusty even though I’ve been doing the 30/30 @.@ Speaking of, this poem is not really #15 it’s number 20 but b/c I haven’t put up the rest I just decided to…eh nevermind, that explanation was about to become way too detailed…I will post the remainder of the 30/30 poems leading up to today as soon as I can
The Road Not Taken
We’ve all got a million roads to choose from some days
Where one bends smoothly into the next, the other juts off in a seemingly disgruntled manner,
Demanding the soles of your feet to play truth or dare in its dirt,
Do you dare to tell the truth?
To choose one given over another?
This life we put so much into can be fickle
It can present us with what we think we need just to pull it out from beneath our toes
Coaching us to pull ourselves back up again and keep it moving,
Because in the end isn’t that what life is about; Moving?
Keeping up with friends, family, love, change…
These are all roads we are meant to travel.
When one appears blocked we often bypass it, assuming the blockage is meant to keep us out
Don’t be fooled, those are the roads you want to travel, the ones you need
They don’t come as easy as the others, require a bit of work
Come with all types of cause for doubt by the lack of foot traffic
That’s because they are waiting for you, they are yours and yours alone
Until you come to them they wait, hidden beneath the stars
Hugged tightly by the underbrush, they lay still,
Far from the proverbial forks in the road.
Do not seek them out, they will be found when it’s time to be discovered,
Don’t you love that moment of clarity that just appears as if out of nowhere
When you least expected it but exactly when you need it most?
That will be those roads, they will come to you.
Until then, take the roads you have uncovered and memorize each bump along the way
Learn every curve, dip and dead end they have
Make the most of them all, because no road no matter how short, or seemingly a pointless detour, is put in your path for no reason at all, they all have purpose.
When you need guidance just look to the sky, hold out hope that the sun will
Smile it’s rays to point you in the right direction,
Even if its not there, hold out hope that you can handle whatever path you decide, because you can.
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Inspiration is everywhere, it is in her eyes, and in his touch.
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Rings wrapped around fingers shouldn’t be the only symbol of love shared.
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He holds her like letting go will be the death of him. She suffocates.
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So the following haiku’s that I wrote for today are in no way, shape, form or fashion supposed to be good. I am merely taking out a bit of anger at my printer that has decided to be completely worthless.
I never hated a brand so much before this day
canon should probably rebrand to something more fitting like can not!
If I wanted to pay for crap I’d go somewhere that only offers bathrooms to paying customers…
Dear piece of crap…uh, I mean printer, enoy the ride to the dump.
Okay, that’s it, I’m done. Those were kind of lame but I’m to angry to come up with something more clever or even poetic. Womp. Who wants to buy me a new printer?
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So because I procrastinated so much for day 10 all I have to offer is something short. But at least I’ll give you two! Haiku time!
On love in the wake of break ups and let go’s
does it make me weak /knowing we will never work/to still want to try?
On war of every kind
Fair fights don’t exist, heavy hand hits hardest, only leaves room for loss
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So today I bring you a Haiku for the National Poetry Writing Months 30 poems in 30 days. Hope you enjoy!
Your promises are I.O.U.’s and bad checks, we both know you won’t pay.
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So for day 8 I decided to try a different style of poetry. So I randomly chose the Cinquain poetry style which is in this format:
Line1: One word
Line2: Two words
Line 3: Three words
Line 4: Four words
Line 5: One word
And then using a random word generator got my first word which is wrist. It was def interesting trying a new style, I will try to play around with writing in this style a little later in the month. Hope you enjoy and Happy Easter!
Wrist
holds pulse
plays devil’s advocate
when heart and hand
disagree
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So I guess those of you who were keeping up with me and checking in on my blog noticed I had a few weeks where there wasn’t too much going on over here. That’s because I moved to an old new city (I lived there before) and started a new job so I was a bit preoccupied. I am still not going to be able to post as much as I’d like for a little while because I am still getting settled and adjusting but you will see 23 more posts this month since I am doing the National Poetry Writing Month challenge of writing a poem a day for the 30 days of April. I just wanted to give you all an update and say thanks for keeping up with me, I will be working really hard to bring some great new content to you.
For those who have been following me for the past year you know I have finished my poetry book (yay!). The reason I am holding off on it for a few more months is because I am going to attempt to get it picked up by a publisher (key word is attempt). If that doesn’t happen then I will be doing a lot of fundraising and publishing a high quality book myself, either way 2012 is the year!
Well, that’s it for now, more poems coming soon! I will pick back up with participating in Kellie Elmore’s FWF prompts and new music Monday will be reduced to one Monday a month instead of each week. So have a great rest of the weekend and Happy Easter!
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A love poem of sorts
I’d written you off before we’d even met
Figured you’d be just like the rest and I had no patience for falling for another one of your kind
You were always kept at a distance, I’d let you stand on the sidelines but no closer than that for both our sake.
It was accidental,
Letting you in I mean.
You were just so persistent, always presenting yourself before me.
Friends would talk you up to me,
They had palms worth of praises for you on the ready
So I figured I’d give you a chance.
I didn’t know I’d fall for you the way I did.
It was unexpected and surprising in the best and worst ways.
We rushed into it if you ask me,
But it was exhilarating.
You opened doors I’d never knew were available
Showed me the world in a way I hadn’t known existed
And you encouraged me to put my creative talents out into the world,
Always asking me to share the best of what I have to offer.
I became addicted to you,
I spent so much of my time dedicated to us that
Friends started to take notice of what we had,
Telling me that I needed to give you a little space
So if you don’t see me around as much
don’t take it personally,
I still love you, I just need to take a little break from us
I know it’ll be hard,
especially with all my twitter followers tweeting about you,
but dearest YouTube, I’ll be back soon.
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Secret Keeper
If this bar could talk…
Oh the secrets it could share!
The celebrations of promotions & engagements,
The mourning of lost lives and loss of healed hearts.
It could identify the greatest fears of those who thought they were only confiding in the bottom of the top shelf, coke mixed glass.
Ingrained in its sticky surface you can see the hopes of the anxious, read the stories of hundreds like Braille in its dents and divots.
Heck, you can smell the courageous and the desperate wafting like a misty fog if you know what to look for…&
Let’s face it, we all know what to look for.
This bar is a dear Jack Daniels diary entry for many, no lock, no key, no hidden beneath the mattress safety, just a soul sweating a ring into its pages.
It can only gossip about your stories with the bar stools, who’ve physically felt the weight of your pains and your joys,
It adds the stool’s impression of you like footnotes, turns the page and waits for the next dam of heartbroken to break like underestimated levies do.
Turns the page and waits for the next newly ringed finger to slosh joy over the edges of a shot glass, champagne toast, margarita on the rocks with the girls.
Turns the page and waits for the man with a wife and newborn sitting at home looking for the paycheck he can’t show up with, providing for family suddenly swapped out with providing proof to the government of impoverished enough to qualify for insufficient aid to support them all.
This bar could tell you about the women that make rent just from sitting pretty, passing glances at the vulnerable men whose morals have been bent by hormones, loneliness and circumstance.
Watches the men as they slug back the last of their beer and slink off into dark corners that hold the moans of strange women that aren’t their wives, whose real names they’ll never know.
It has witnessed transactions that could land a lifetime in a jail cell, has seen the truth of the lie told to the slightly suspecting on the other end of the line, this bar could convict us all I bet of one thing or another.
But this bar, and countless others like it, they wouldn’t spill our secrets the way we do, they will let us leave behind the residue of our best and worst moments, accepting a syrupy surface from our liquor infused confessions as a trade-off. Not even if they could talk would they tell.
See, the key to becoming a secret keeper is in the keeping. That’s the purpose of the bar, it keeps some of us sane, keeps some of us necessarily numb and keeps us all company when we need to talk to an old friend.
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So for day five I decided to challenge myself a little. I made a 26 word poem, each word started with a letter in the alphabet, from a to z. X and z of course were extremely difficult due to the limited use of every day words that begin with them. But all that matters is that I finished it! Not my best work but a fun challenge at least!
Undead emotions
Always being careful,
Digging each feeling’s grave,
Hurling insides jaded,
Knotted like meanings never openly presented.
Questions rearrange, sounding transmuted.
Unearth vacancies within &
xanax your zombies…
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A few haiku’s for you for day 4 of 30/30.
A word doc metaphor of sorts
bullet points my life/number list my sun cycles/always save changes
A question for the watchers
were you strung along/ever told they wanted more/then watched them take less?
My David Choi album inspired haiku
My missing piece will be underneath your love, forever and ever
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Mostly, expectations only lead to disappointment.
At times you will find yourself so let down you would think you’d hit rock bottom.
Everything you tried so hard to work at feels like a waste because you get sucked into thoughts like ‘what’s the point?’ or ‘why’d I even bother?’
We allow ourselves to become swept up in the thoughts of how things ought to be,
So set on planning and then executing said plan that we fail to take the experience for what it is…experience.
We are all prone to making mistakes, some more often than others, some more publicly than most,
Either way it all comes down to how we handle those moments.
Will we be able to look beyond what we always assumed would be?
If not, then no one other than ourselves is to blame for failed expectations because the only thing we should ever expect is to never give up, give in, or give less than what we each deserve…
That’s just a thought.
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This is for day two of the 30/30 challenge. I know I’m a few days late posting it but I wanted to show that I was participating, day 3 and 4 will be posted soon too! I originally wrote this for an image that I’d found online but I accidentally deleted it and can’t find it anywhere so…uh yeah, whoops. Enjoy!
Beauty
The contrast between the tangible and intangible in this world is sometimes vast and daunting,
always willing to remind us that there are some things that are naturally perfect, beautiful and breathtaking while we struggle to capture a tiny slither of it.
We build, cut, smooth, mesh together material the world has given to us, trying to create our own wonders.
Constructing the most zealous buildings, devising new paths to take other than the ones provided.
The crossover between natural beauty and what is man made is sometimes so obvious it’s startling,
And sometimes what we create brings nothing short of awing.
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Happy National Poetry Writing Month! Hope you enjoy my 1st of 30 poems to come, I promise they will get progressively better and then somewhere in the middle they will progressively get worse that’s just how it goes for me…
I forgot how to be a poet today
left my permanent marker at home
so the world, or at least one bathroom stall
is missing my words of wisdom-wisdom being lessons learned the hard way
My notebook remained tucked neatly in its place
unopened, waiting for the breath of ink to exhale life into it,
the microphone stands alone on stage
deprived of my shaky voiced courage
Somewhere in Georgia a young woman
didn’t get to hear her story written by my experience
because I couldn’t figure it out in time,
Dear stranger, my apologies.
Some times I don’t see the worth in my work
Those days, when I begin to doubt myself
Are the days I forget that being a poet
sometimes leaves you struggling to define what being a poet
really is…
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Ello peeps, just wanted to let you guys know that I will try to post new content in the near future but I am preparing for a move so I have not had the time to write much. I don’t want to leave you guys hanging though so I figured I could give you some other awesome people to check out while I get my life together!
Foodies check out Diana’s blog The Chic Life she always has tasty creations posted and since she’s a zumba instructor they are not only tasty treats but healthy as well! Plus she blogs about other cool stuff like fashion, fitness, life and her adorable corgi Bailey!
Follow her on twitter @thechiclife
For a breath of fresh air check out Arielle’s blog Read Between The Lines. She has some videos of her AMAZING poetry, and some silly ones to And don’t forget to check out her pictures!
Follow her on Twitter @Floetess
For an awesome poet and person be sure to check out the one and only Gangsta Care Bear! Her blog Poetry ‘n’ Notions is new and already filling up with interesting poems and cool pictures and I can’t wait for more to come!
Follow her on Twitter @gangstacarebear
If you ever need some awesome writing prompts or just want to read some poetry with amazing imagery and a steady flow check out one of my favorite bloggers Kellie Elmore at her blog Magic in the Backyard!
Follow her on Twitter @kellie_elmore
Like reading short stories? Well then check out Fictitious Madness by Daria Akasha. She also has some great poetry posted so make sure you give her a visit!
Follow her on Twitter @dariaakasha
Want poetry, videos, pictures with haikus, articles and music all in one place? Well besides here you can get all of that at Concrete Generation‘s site. You’ll find content from tons of talented artists ranging from world ranked poets to lil ole me!
Follow CG’s Maze @cpmaze
Well I think that’s it for now, if you know of an awesome blog to add to the list be sure to add it in the comments below! Thanks so much to all the new subscribers, and of course to all of you who have been following my Waywordbound random blogginess from the beginning! I promise to bring you all some great content as soon as things get settled. Enjoy the wonderful artists and bloggers, make sure you tell em I sent you!
