My poem: Lifeless

Hey folks, it must be Monday again because it’s me, Sway. I’m back with another blog post. So I’ve talked the talk about my love for poetry and I’ve claimed that this blog was going to talk about everything having to do with poetry then I think it’s high time I share some of my own poetry to start out the week. So this is one that I’ve written recently that I was extremely proud of after the final result. It’s called “Lifeless.” It goes as follows:

“Those eyes have seen a thousand lives
Her eyes like warm pools of honey but darkened by fear
The bees come hummin’
Her ears have been beaten down by lies
Lies grown men try to deny
She listens to them call her out her name
Blood boiling
While her heart is consumed with unmitigated rage
But she stays
She stays to be beaten
Laughed at and smacked
Defeat clouds her puppy dog eyes
All she does is sit there on that tattered sofa, absent of life
Tracing the scars on her encumbered wrist
Where the blood once ran
Now healed but of course still there
No one seems to care that she feels trapped
Inside her own mind
As the night turns gray
She slumbers but there is no peace
As time passes her by
She hopes that Time will take her away”

For me, this poem was a work of pure inspiration. I honestly don’t know what inspired me but the best thing about writing this poem was I literally wrote this on the fly while I was at work in between me actually working. I jot lines down on paper then stuff the paper back into my pocket and keep working and then I would think of more words, take the piece of paper out and write some more. This poem was definitely a labor of love but honestly all of my poems are. I’m all about building human connection and letting my writing be relatable. The phrase “Those eyes have seen a thousand lives” kept playing inside of my head, and all I could think about was how that would be a great start to a poem. That’s how it is with me sometimes. I’ll have just phrases buzzing around in my head ready to come out so I write them down. Sometimes I can write a whole poem right then but sometimes I also have writer’s block so I come back to the phrase later and try to build a poem around it. That’s basically my writing process, I guess. Although, I really don’t have a formal writing process. Although, I am getting better at writing everyday now, but to really write something that I’m proud of takes effort. Anywho, for all of my poetry critics and poetry lovers what are your thoughts on my poem “Lifeless.” If you want to check out more poetry visit my allpoetry account at Until next time! 👋

The hardest part about writing is….

Hey again! It’s Monday and it’s me, Sway. So this week I wanted to discuss the hardest part about writing, at least for me anyway. The hardest part about writing is….*drum roll* actually writing! I know what you’re thinking. As a writer, writing must come naturally, right? I must love to write, right? Don’t get me wrong. I believe writing is my God given gift and I DO love writing, but actually sectioning time out of my day to write is a task in itself. So I was really excited when me and my boyfriend went to Books-A-Million and I found this book entitled One Poem A Day. It’s basically a poetry book that gives you poetry writing prompts and you can write in the book. Some of the prompts are silly and fun and some also make you think. Some of the writing prompts I’ve had so far was about creating a poem about something that makes me feel uncomfortable so I made a poem about large crowds. Then my next prompt was about writing a rhyming poem about the ocean using the words provided. This book is a treasure to me. It’s giving me a challenge and it’s allowing me to set some time out of my day because writing everyday is one of the most important things you can do as a writer. It’s also hard for me because it takes a lot of self-discipline to sit down and write, and when you do find time to carve writing into your schedule don’t think you have to construct something profound and well written out. You can jot down thoughts or pieces of something that might later form into something greater. Like for me I may scribble down phrases that I think might form into a good poem and I might come back to that thought later. All in all, if you’re looking for some time to yourself to write find a quiet place. Go outside and enjoy nature. No better time than spring/summer when the birds are chirping and the flowers are blooming and don’t think you have to write at least a thousand words a day. Be reasonable with yourself. Do what you can. Until next time, folks! 👋

Tupac: The hip hop poet

Welcome to another episode of Monday Musings with me, Sway the poet. Last week was my first blog for Poetry with Sway, and I am excited to be back to talk more with you guys about one thing that I am passionate about. Poetry! And as I promised I’m back this Monday. So today on the agenda I want to combine two of the things I’m most passionate about and that’s music and poetry…hip hop to be exact. When you ask people young and old who are hip hop fans who is the greatest rapper of all time undoubtedly Tupac ranks at the top of the list. He’s considered the G.O.A.T (greatest of all time). Why you may ask? Well, I would think it’s for many reasons. When I compare Tupac to his contemporary Biggie Smalls I always give the edge to Pac because in his own way he was such an influential poet in the hip hop community. Tupac had a way of making you feel something with his lyrics. His more heartfelt songs like Dear Mama, Brenda’s Got a Baby, and Keep Ya Head Up were some of the most poetic songs in my opinion to come out of hip hop. Pac spoke to the disenfranchised black community. The following are lyrics to his song Brenda’s Got a Baby: “I hear Brenda’s got a baby But, Brenda’s barely got a brain / A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her name (That’s not our problem, that’s up to Brenda’s family) / Well let me show ya how it affects the whole community”…in this song Pac describes the life of a young woman who got pregnant at a young age by her cousin, started selling drugs and then had to succumb to prostitution while her family turned their back on her. If you ever listened to this song or watched the music video it’s melancholy and makes you contemplate. He brought awareness to life in the hood. Tupac in his own right was the hip hop poet of his generation.

Intro and my first ever poetry book in the works!

Hey to all of my readers out there! This is my first of what I hope to be many blogs. Since this is my first blog I would like to introduce myself. My name is Consuela, but the name I choose to write with is Sway (my pen name if you will). This is my nickname. People have been shortening my name to Sway or Swayla most of my life anyway. Hopefully in the future I can make money off of that name lol. I started this blog because I love to write poetry. For a long time I hadn’t written anything, but I recently started back. I want to do something with poetry and I want to continue to grow with my poetry. My boyfriend had a hand in encouraging me to do what I’m passionate about. So right now I’m working on self-publishing my poetry book. The title of it is going to be Finding Strength Amidst the Scars. This title is fitting because a lot of my poetry centers around emotional and sometimes even physical trauma (abuse) but I also have poems about finding your inner strength and embracing who you are. I’ve always looked at my poetry as a way of helping and healing hurt souls. I think it can be accomplished. The written word is a powerful tool. So Poetry with Sway will be a weekly blog every Monday where I’ll update you guys on stuff happening with my book and other poetry related news. Until next week 👋