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During Spring Break 2019, We Are’t Going to Leave You without Louisiana Words Flavor!

Just because we are polishing our community and creating new content, doesn’t mean we are going to stop celebrating over 100 writers and nearly 1200 pieces of fabulous creative art! Follows us this Spring Break 2019 and discover our unique artists! We love them for contributing and love you for your support!






Louisiana Words Is Coming Back Like Never Before!

Louisiana Words guarantees more quality and consistency this year. We are here to make our community a place for the best of Louisiana talent. See you later this Spring 2019!

Louisiana Words Presents Allstar #6: Skyra Francesca Rideaux

Louisiana Words: March 17th - 23rd (finale)

The Spark Never Dies (James Leland Ludeau - Lafayette, LA)

i fell in love with you
burning hot like coals
beneath my skin l
ighting up my being
i laid on the altar
i was altered
i cared less about me
and more about you
for the first time in my life
i faced giving up
I faced sacrifice
i felt like the lamb sacrificial slaughtered
and if i fed you
it was ok
i only wanted you to be nourished
i gave of myself
but your love was a gunshot to my head
left me limp lifeless
changed
sacrificed
but my soul retreated
refused to be beaten
and this spirit in me grew
white heat
LIGHT
i forgive you for sacrificing me
i served a purpose
but now it pours out of my skin
like light like a candle
a lantern
i want to shine upon the dark path
and show you what transformation feels
like that you can come out of any situation
no matter how bad
no matter how dark
illuminated filled with Light
so bask in my glory
it's my new purpose
and if i sacrifice my light
it only grows
the spark never dies

The Circle Turns (Madison Elizabeth Holland - Lafayette, LA)

candles in half circle leaves underfoot incense burns and wafts above night sky looks downward, casts light of star and shadow of moon shed clothes lay crumpled in dark grass skin gleams and glows in light of candle and smoke of incense blessing sage drifts and billows around tapers music entwines with heart and soul and dancing feet bare body leaps and twirls and pushes through the darkness alive floral scarves float and twist and dance around the limbs running ever sunwise, ever gathering, ever drumming energy washes over sense and time and spirit air fire water earth together, grounded, connected, enmeshed feet pound through nature's floor and hands rise towards goddess skies heart opens to raised flowing energies words spit of devotion and peace and healing lips adulate the oneness of all inner flower unfolds to receive blessings of goddess all this is for good all this is for peace all this is for well-being As Above, So Below Blessed Mote We Be

There Is No End (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

I passed away. It was a journey through the light but my grandmother was waiting singing a poem much like a song: 
All souls unite  Into God’s light 
May the sun burn bright  May energy be my might 
There’s no need to fear the night  There’s no longer a need to fight ...
My grandmother grabbed me from the light. She was standing on a mist like dust. It was made of rock, sand, silver, gold...every particle and element you can imagine. 
I was very young when she passed away. I really didn’t remember here on Earth, but I knew who she was immediately feeling her aura. 
She spoke with a voice as soft as cotton, “I’ve been waiting. Now come and take a walk with me. It’ll be just a short time to us when everyone else gets here.”
“Is this heaven?” I was afraid to ask. I’d have to face my mortality and my immortality. 
My grandmother laughed, “No, angel, but we’re not far.”
“What is it?” I was hoping it was heaven.
“The waiting room.” She led me away from the light on top of the divine mist. She began sing…

Rhythms & Visions: Father and Son (Barry Sons - Berwick, LA)

Rhythms & Visions: The Courage to Be Unapologetically Black (Skyra Rideaux - Lafayette, LA)

Doing It Right (Harvey LeBeouf Jr. - Kaplan, LA)

I been living my life all wrong.
Looking at my past I see it’s time to make some changes.
All these years I been doing things wrong.
Baby when I think of you and me I can’t wait to see changes.
Changes that will bring us closer
Closer in miles and closer to your heart,
It’s time I start doing things right
After all these years I been doing myself wrong.
It’s time I start doing me right.
After all the days I’ve been gone,
I need to make time to do you right.
One night at a time, one day at a time,
One memory at a time, it’s time to do us right.

The Colored Coloratura (Sasha Massey - Lafayette, LA)

Isolated for my ability, then shoved away like a wind-up doll. Look up the movieTrick Baby. The dinner scene.That shut up and singtalk will not fly. “You should sing jazz.” That's one thing I like but it doesn't fill up my heart. “You should sing opera.” I do but where I live people only care about beer, zydeco &football. She shall not fetch and step it. “You should be famous.” Gee thanks, have you recommended my work to anyone? Shared/reposted my videos?  “You don’t look like a singer.” You mean I don't look wealthy or I'm not a skinny blonde with a tan that's way too dark and implants where I'm already blessed with sizeable peach? Gee thanks.
“Black people sing opera?” Why yes. There are many classical black voices that get passed over for being too dark, not a big enough name...and they become the many unheard that get carted out for the month of February. So who sing roles like Aida instead? Out comes the bronzer, afro wigs...shoe polish
Sit down with me over…

Shut Away (Sasha Massey - Lafayette, LA)

Reading the books that simply line shelves Imprisoned in your home, your body Observing the world, learning the futility of certain fights Being told what to do with money I barely make by people who are so rich it’s confusing and surreal Stepping away from corrupt figures seeking only to use you, then stifle your voice and push someone who’s more palatable just because they’re white Getting strong, defiant and purified Becoming a dancer in a jar A singer in a box

Run (James Leland Ludeau III - Lafayette, LA)

love you in a way that weighs me down at times takes me down a path not of self discovery but self loss lost sight of who i was i bled into you we become one and my soul suffered i don't wanna talk about it but i have to  just hold me while i cry my eyes out promised to protect me if i showed you my weakness but what i need protecting from most is you you're my poison breathing my last breath barefooted across my own grave and i've always had a fascination with destruction breaking down what does that say about me? if i closed my eyes, would you catch me now? can we recover from this? or do we die a beautiful death? is this the end? because i am the kinda guy who does greatly with ends i love beginning again so lift me up or tear me down but know in my head i wear the crown King of my own castle a warrior of love a soldier for respect you can fight with me or fight me you choose i can dance around like a ballerina or i can fight like a ninja i am what you conjure up be careful of your energy it calls to you what…

Requests (Rachel Perry - Lafayette, LA)

Why is each step such a laden
sluggish struggle?

Please let the road to destiny be pleasant.

Let vibrant thumps sound from the organ that lies within me.

Let lights within the trees twinkle at nighttime.

Let a moist thick air form film around my skin.

Let despair nor obligation ever hold me.

Let the king's throne crack
in tiny shards and pieces.
Let his crown dislodge and roll in a puddle.

Let the wolf be vegetarian despite his wolfish culture.
Let him partake of carrots with the rabbits.

Let my head never grow too crowded
and let sanity stay within sight.

Let all the highways slowly float away.

For I'm tired of all the motors
metal contraptions
with endless parts
axles
belts
and wires
and wheels
and pullies,
that keep carrying us further apart.

They just carry us further apart.

Let our journies meet once more.
Let me find you at the crossroads,
And there we will embrace as when we parted.

We Present Louisiana Words Allstar #5: Chase Fontenot (on Instagram)

Photography by Cameron Blake

We Present Louisiana Words Allstar #5: Chase Fontenot (on Facebook)

We Present Louisiana Words Allstar #5: Chase Fontenot (on Twitter)

Photography by Jesse Butler

We Present Louisiana Words Allstar #5: Chase Fontenot

Photography by Drake Faulk

He Likes Me For Me (Louis Toliver Jr. - Swartz, LA)

What boy doesn’t think he wants to be some girl’s Romeo? Why do we reference such a tragedy as devotion? It’s the 2lst century I see more and more How many boys want to be Juliets Will another man ever come to love us so? I do know there is someone, for everyone But I can’t help wondering Will he like me for me? Will he love my scars? To tell me their beautiful That someone, that someone Boy or girl, man or woman We’re all waiting for that someone The appearance of love  Much more glamorous than the struggle The scars make love more beautiful Will he like me for me? Not just say he understands me Then walk way feeling confused Will he like me for me? I think he already does He just hasn’t seen me yet Only those special someones can see you There’s nothing more romantic Than when you open up your struggle He does the same You stick together like glue That’s love through all its glory

Just Be (Harvey LeBeouf - Kaplan, LA)

Be peaceful in a way you’re at peace,
Be respectful in a way you get respected, Be honest to those who can’t, Be native to anything that makes you feel native, Be quiet especially if you want to be heard, Be resourceful before you need to, Be apologetic when you’re hurting the most, Be mad at no one, nothing, Just be happy you’re still breathing, loving and living. And always remember our friends and family who are not.

Wild Heart (Madison Elizabeth Holland - Lafayette, LA

I yearn for the wild
Because being in its midst is exhilarating
Deep within the woods
Where you could be lost forever
And in the dark and bark
Behind each trunk there is an elf
A lurking black hearted witch
Full of seduction and black magick
Toadstools bloom in startling colors
The swirling gloom holds mysterious danger
Possible permanent isolation
Separation from the moral, the tame
In the depths of the woods
The heart roams wild, free
Like a wolf uncaged
With unquantified, unrestrained beauty
The woods seem to extract the feral
And encourage the shedding of emotions
Until you are naked and raw
Uncovered before the gods
And your soul is whole
Once more

Rhythms & Visions: American Dreaming (Chase Fontenot/Model - Lafayette, LA)

Photography byC. Blake Photography.

Rhythms & Visions: Dream Variations (Sasha Massey - Lafayette, LA)

Waited (Cj Avory - Lafayette, LA)

I..... Waited, waited, & waited Until the silhouette of my patience Was left lingering on the window panes..... Sitting in emotions of defeat But this seat...... Was my only attachment to you..... A connection between your soul and my heart Yet, we departed ways In the middle of our days Where the sun would try to hold on to that last lingering cloud Before the moon would break through the shadows..... Neither could fathom the reason why They kept seeing my face day after day..... I Waited..... On you to break the silence Of this dark disposition Wondering where the moments of wondering where you are Were nothing, but wonders pondering on what to think next Yet, nothing was left to think of But you made your decision And I couldn't believe I sat waiting on you to appear Then disappear then re-appear like ain't shit happened That chair should have crumbled beneath me To let me know our foundation wasn't even sturdy enough For me to lay my emotions on..... Waited U…

Lafayette (Chase Fontenot - Lafayette, LA)

What's become of our generation? The same faces we see in the halls of high school, we recognize on the bathroom floor of the bar. It's true, that at times it seems, we all tear from the seams. So from that point we pick a poison and bathe in it. Having a good time isn't a crime; but let me remind you that our minds are bred to believe we have to drown ourselves in wine. Sad to say, most of us believe our lives started at 18. But because of the paths we chose, I'm broken hearted that the next group of 18s will ride along the same road. Our legacy hangs low Languid, lawless, lethargic Is it for the bitter or the better Or for worse? We can't curse the bottle Only bottle the curse

Rhythms & Visions: Ah Quel Diner (Sasha Massey - Lafayette, LA)

All Louisiana Words Platforns Honors LGBTQIA Writers

Consolation (Rachel Perry - Lafayette, LA)

Consolation is a rocking motion.
You hold someone and sway them
     back and forth
     back and forth
Until they remember being a baby
And the comfort of rocking (being rocked)
In someone's arms.

What if no one consoled them
as a helpless crying child?

What if no chest served as a pillow?

What happens then
When they're asked to call upon
These long ago memories
Of comfort and consolation?

Consolation becomes an unreasonable request.
A demand to fetch water
from a dry, dry well.

My Heart (Harvey LeBeouf - Kaplan, LA)

When i say i love you i will always love you.
When i say your mine you will always be mine.
My love is not a thought or a mood.
is not something you can see or buy.
Get closer though i'll bet you can feel it in my touch.
We may not always be together.
But you will always be in my heart.
i may take a while to say i love you.
But at least you know it’s real when i do.
You may think my heart is full,
You might even think i love too many.
They say your heart is as big as your fist.
Look at my hands you know i have room for plenty

THIS IS TRULY A MOMENT TO REMEMBER

Weighted Down Blues (Rachel Perry - Lafayette, LA)

Who's that face outside my window, Thought that you was dead and gone. Why's your face outside my window, I thought that you was dead and gone. Yeah I thought I'd left you back there, but I Feel you hangin' on.

Seen so many folks slide under, Seen 'em slip on further away. Watched too many folks slide under Yes I watched them all slip away. By the time I saw them slippin', they done Too far in to save.
Well my steps sometimes grow heavy, Pavement crumbles 'neath my feet. Yes my steps grow oh so heavy, Pavement crumbles 'neath my feet. Its the weight of all them people I still Carry on with me.

30 Years in Love (Louis Toliver Jr. - Swartz, LA)

In 3 years, we discovered love was a roller coaster  But can time be the glue that binds us?  Our relationship clicked on the tracks upward
In 6 years, we built a life on our love We figured out our rhythm in 3-line stanzas Hands up in the air, we soared into the dark
In 9 years, we lost each other in ourselves Problems spiraled that could have been solved Riding a future that couldn’t hold us together
In 12 years, we found each other in solutions Though times were tough, but we were smooth The good times we never took for granted
In 15 years, we fought the sadness The waves of self-doubt and fiction But happiness is the ride that we caught
In 18 years, we faced a storm of confusion Rejection, acceptance, heartache, and joy We fought hard, tough, fast, and eager
In 21 years, sickness tried to creep up We were more prepared to sneak down So, no worries, our love makes sense
In 24 years, we almost came off the tracks But we were each other’s handle bars Jerk to the left, jerk to the right, we held tight
In 27 …

Rhythms & Visions: When Oysters Die (Barry Sons - Berwick, LA)

Rhythms & Visions: There is Balm in Gilead (Sasha Massey - Lafayette, LA)

We Are Very Excited to Have Allstar #4 - Rachel Perry All Week!

Rachel is the artist & designer who created the original logo for Louisiana Words! She is also a phenomenal writer! She will be re-creating a new logo this Winter 2019! Please, let's show support Louisiana Words Family!

Love Me (Harvey LeBeouf - Kaplan, LA)

Lie to me when you have too. 
I'll act like I don't care 
Hurt me when your hurting 
I'll never feel the pain, 
Be my friend when you need me. 
I'll always be there
Treat me like the man you want 
I'll be the man you need 
Be sweet to me even if it hurts, 
I'll be sweet always, 
Act like you care when you don't, 
I'll care about you for an eternity 
Love me for a night,
I'll love you for the rest of our days. -

Becoming the Lies (Chase Fontenot - Lafayette, LA)

I hypnotized and mesmerized the raging tides. With soft spoken statements while staring into their gazing eyes I never knew I would crash and burn so quickly Like a 747 kamikaze flying into the 7/11 11 meters from your house At 11:11 p.m. on Sept. 11 My miniscule statements of falsehood bled into their veins And left no remains of the pain’s mistakes and where from which they came Their dirty fingers pointed in my direction for I'm the one to blame Those statements bled from their hearts, onto the ground at my feet They stand around me, faces covered in hate, delusional in state These statements gather around me, puncturing my life with a rusty knife While I strife to fight them back, they dig into my arms and legs Like a parasite without sight and reason of wrong and right Just one more bite, one more lonely night, one more emotional fight It takes eyes to realize the ties that bind problems when they quickly arise My statements ruined a generation, transformation complete, I ha…

How We Get By (Sasha Massey - Lafayette, LA)

Boiling
Always boiling something, to keep the house humid
Vegetables and roots to keep up vitamins and minerals
Garlic oil to fight infection and ginger tea to heal the gut
Hearing my grandmother’s words about dressing warm
“Sleeping whole”
Socks, pajamas, pants, t shirt, nightgown, jacket, scarf, hat, extra blankets
Don’t let the cold get in your bones
Fill up the freezer and don’t leave the door open

After the Fun (Rachel Perry - Lafayette, LA)

Here I sit poutishly typing words into a computer.
Still in dancing shoes and a flowing skirt, and still drunk from too many cheap beers and cheap wine all cultivating a headache which will surely last into the morning.
Wondering why I get here so often, To the head pounding, anguished, emotional stage of intoxication.
Wondering why I cry over the comments of strangers, Why I play those words on my internal audiotape, Why I allow them to trample through my head And steadily ruin my mood.
Wondering if the fun itself merits such a downfall.
And wondering if one can ever reach the high times and just walk down slowly.