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I Won’t Be Ignored!

Oh this day started last night when I told my GM I would be late today. I knew the signs.Migraine aura started earlier in the day. Watching me, getting to know my moves. Learning me. I thought she’d hang for just a bit then be gone. I told her we would never work and I … Continue reading

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  • I may dig a little deeper. Dissect & analyze situations, observe & research every angle. I may be an empathetic empath, writer, a poet who tends to understand too much and takes too little. I may smile. Laugh a great deal, spreading my arms to embrace this space we share. You may be drawn by my aura, sketching time portraits, boxing me into a frame. You may picture me, trapping me behind tempered glass, tagging me poetic nymph, naked with fluttering wings afloat symphonic winds. An illusion of allusion. You do not know my hammer. Cast iron heavy, swing strike lethal, glass shattering menagerie release of words & deeds and indeed will be shocked when the locks come unhinged. I binge sometimes. Having dined, gorged on lies & misconceptions until I vomit your perceptions back at your feet so you can walk freely in the reality of me.-Iya Isoke (pobody's nerfect)
  • And so what am I to do now? Where am I to place a love interrupted? A heart disrupted? Where my love? am I to set aside what’s inherently inside? Life for you has it’s answer – definitively divine. As for mine? I am an ellipsis time elapsed and collapsed in suspended animated panels of a graphic novel idea of love trapped within the frigidity of an ice cubed existence – frozen in time. Where my love does nurture go to die? Iya Isoke © 5/28/11
  • my spirit once grounded now flies and flickers about scattered in blind circles, I am an unwritten play without benefit of storyboard, script or plot, each day the cage door opens and I am pushed by winded wings; homeless, I am creativities nomad.
  • I have tried looking at the world through rose-colored glasses, but the thorns of reality continue to pierce my eyes; and so I blink back the bloody tears and write what I see. - Iya Isoke

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Just between us...💞#tonedeaf I write things too. #sokeysez  iyaisoke.com I made it through the week. I will tell you that I did not look this good on not one day of it😂. This was taken at lunch today. My first day headache free since Monday. (I filtered out the migraine😂) I was hot, irritable, migrained up and worn out all weeeeeek loooong. (Plus no sleep) I'm posting this "selfie" because I am capable of looking like sorta something😅 when I try. But Chyyyyle  not one day on this past week tho...not nary a one! But I made it! Tell mama I love her! #stressedout #blessedout #abouttabeout Adult life. Love it.🤓💫 They say I'm out of this world. Little do they know💫✨🌔🌍 Snap out of it!💋😁 I was all for joining Alicia Keys in the no make up challenge...then I saw my dry pink lips and ran straight for the MAC counter...😂y'all got that, I like make up, it's fun. But I don't fear my bare face either. Bottom line is I like me with or without paint. Moderation my friends, will always be the key. Freedom. Unbraided. This was taken from my blog insights. The colors indicate where in the world my blog is being read. Red is where my words land more often. This is a reminder to myself. Continue to do what you love. Everything else is background noise. Snapped! 😂 Random

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