Long poem by
Diana Viguri | Details |
hurts when u leave
The MINUTE you turn to get on that plane
my head and my heart want to go INSANE
PLEASE turn around and set my heart free
I NEED you I WANT you to stay here with ME
As I drive away I simply FALL APART
Want to scream please come back
You have just taken half of my HEART!
When you leave my days become darker & colder
How I cant wait for the day
to get this monkey OFF my shoulder
You just left but it feels like many years
The flood gate is open here comes the tears
Take me back to yesterday
The warm & HAPPY times
we had until you went away
Take me back to when your hand was w in my reach
take me back to our Romantic stroll on the Beach
take me back when our bodies were intertwind
to the "good mornng" greeting in YOUR beautiful blue eyes
I want to feel your body laying next to me I feel so safe
I want to go back to our special place
The place you and I only KNOW
THE wonderful place where DEEP feelings & intimacy GROW
The place where time stands still
We WILL make it my baby we
have the desire and the WILL
I want to kiss you so tenderly
A world without you in it
is NO PLACE I want to be
I love being together with you even the mundane things are FUN
You are my dreams & my wishes all wrapped into ONE
I imagine you right here with me
the one and only place you are MEANT to be
This is your home here in my HEART
but DISTANCE had been unkind and kept us APART
I am missing the other half that makes me life WHOLE
This aching and longing definatley takes its toll
But I will NEVER surrender to the power it has over me
My dream & my GOAL is US together for ETERNITY
I LOVE the way I feel your Smile
rest upon my face
And I can feel the WARMTH
and gentleness in your EVERY embrace
I Adore that sparkle
that dances in your eyes
YOUR that special SOMEONE that makes ME so HAPPY
just to be ALIVE!
I Love To hear your laughter
it’s MUSIC to my ears
And your voice still whispers to me
and WIPES away my tears
You are the protector of my heart the BEST I have ever seen
Your are the answer to all my hopes & my DREAMS
You are the inspiration in all I do
My life would be so empty without the union
of "ME & YOU"
You are my tomorrow
The love that gives me faith
You are my forever
And this will NEVER CHANGE
I feel so safe in your arms NOTHING or no one can hurt me now
You make me feel special & beautiful never questioning why or how
I could lay on your shoulder until the day turns into night
I BELIEVE in our future & I KNOW everything will be ALRIGHT
I Cherish your spirit
and how it sets me free
How your tender loving side
ALWAYS puts my soul at ease
If I had a time machine I would SURELY rewind
back to the place when you were ALL MINE
I would take 1 minute 1 hug or one kiss
NO ONE has ever made me feel REAL LOVE like this
A minute, an hour, day, week, a month, a year, a lifetime
Still not enough time with you
Is what you said to me
I agree my honey I am the lock & YOUR my KEY
My LOVE , you’re ALL I want
In you, I find joy and delight
You give me everything I need
I WILL NEVER give up on US without a fight
I think of you both night and day
I’m drawn to you in pure attraction
When you’re not here I ACHE for you
For your fulfilling satisfaction
I dreamed of love like this, and yet,
I never thought that I would capture
The deep, exciting thrills we have,
This intoxicating BLISS and RAPTURE
Your my lover and BEST FRIEND
WITH YOU my soul is filled WITH such JOY & content
My DEVOTION to you
will NEVER end
Theres a speacial place in my heart
that only YOUR love can FILL
Our "SOMEDAY" will come so for now this pain we must endure
Our happily ever after will become REALITY Baby
of this I am SURE
Copyright © Diana Viguri | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Isaiah Zerbst | Details |
'Twas a sound I thought alarming, most assuredly disarming;
Up I rose from peaceful slumber to discern what it might be.
While my candle flickered, wavered; whilst my heartbeat halted, quavered,
At my window I was favoured by it sounding, dreadfully-
In the darkness loudly pounding- drawing nearer, dreadfully
As if calling out to me.
When the window I unshuttered, as my heart so wildly fluttered
Sounded forth the sound, and nearer, sounded forth so dismally:
And I heard the tempest sighing, through the trees and chimneys crying,
As if left alone and dying by some God-forsaken sea-
Quite forsaken, quite abandoned by the inky, lifeless sea,
Just as black as black can be.
There I stood a moment longer as the wailing winds grew stronger.
'Tis, I thought, but silly fancies dreamed imaginatively;
For there's nothing coming, leaving, and the night can be deceiving;
Yes, the wind was only breathing on the ancient maple tree,
Which was rapping on the shutters in the night, incessantly-
This was all that it could be.
Then a furious arctic guster gathered might and main and muster
And with hands so cold and clammy put my candle out while he
Wrapped his chilling hands around me, in his frozen grip he bound me;
I, his presence all around me groaned and grumbled in the dark;
As I groped and griped and stumbled, groaned and grumbled in the dark-
While he laughed so wickedly.
To the window, pitter-patter, I rehasped it with a clatter
Then relit and watched my candle as it flamed assuredly,
While it lit the old surroundings; but then how my heart was pounding!
As I gazed at the astounding standing on my posted bed,
Perched above the feathered pillows where I rest my weary head,
Perched there unashamedly.
"Ah," said I, "this nameless flutter sounding, pounding on the shutter
It was only this dear fellow trying so determinedly
To gain entrance to my dwelling, all to bring this piece of spelling,
And there really is no telling who has sent him here to me
'Till I read the little letter fastened on below his knee,
That he bears so cheerfully.
I undid the purple ribbon tied about the charming pigeon,
Quite forgetful of his presence as I read absorbedly.
I spent little time deciding who had sent this piece of writing,
For it bore me happy tidings in a hand I knew so well;
In a cheerful, laughing manner, so it was not hard to tell
That it was from my Melody.
"My favourite ribbon, I've untied it from my hair and wrapped inside it
All the words I wish to say, but am too far to tell to thee."
From this point and on hereafter I omit her words of laughter,
Words that make my heart beat faster; words that stop it suddenly:
Words that make me melancholy; words that make me shout with glee-
Words sent by my Melody.
When I'd traced each perfect letter, I was thinking clearer, better;
I set out some feed and water for my friend, repentantly.
"Pigeon," said I, "rest beside me; walls and roof shall safely hide thee
From the tempest roaring blindly o'er the inky, lifeless sea."
And I squinted through the shadows where he perched there silently;
Resting, sleeping peacefully.
Drawing near, I kissed him gently, thinking all the while intently
That the very place I kissed him once was cradled tenderly
By the hand I wish was holding onto mine, and deftly molding
Into mine, and mine enfolding, that of her who wrote to me;
That of her so far away across the inky, lifeless sea-
That of dearest Melody.
Entered In Kelly Deschler's Contest, "The Raven"
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014
Long poem by
Johnny Williams | Details |
Words tell a story
But tears make those words supernova
I'm here to listen
I told ya
And Friday you took my ears and poured
Poured out every content and drop
And I know there's more
At 3clock you ddnt want to stop
Jermaine took Johns spot
And Unc took ours
Thought about the magical 3 hours we had
As we retreated to our respectable cars
It was like we picked up were we left off in August
If there was an audience they would applaud us
But its just us only
You've tried to confide in others
But you want me
And I'm here to tell you I care
Hope that makes you less lonely
Hugging you made me high
Made me joyous
Made me fly
Made me appreciate everything that's we've been through
There's good in you
And I see it
But you're anemic
If it happened in the past
That's where we'll keep it
We've made progress
You're still one of my favorites
Just being honest
Honest to you in everyday
And my old motto used to be
If I see a Santa Fe
It'll be a good day
And lately we've had some good ones
I'm on cabinet
And you're on buns
Chelie Chel would know
I'm still here to catch you emotionally and physically
Just in case in case you topple
Other than my mom
You're my next role model
I admire the mom you are to your babies
Still your babies
Even though it's been awhile since they've had a bottle
Ive heard so much about them
Will you let your daughter get a dog
Is your son touching the rim
If there's anyone that can withstand the deep depths of you
I'm the one that can swim
Swim with you
Even when the water gets grim
Our relationship is like a flower
We're just as the stem
Stem into something great
Cause you don't provoke me
You push me
Put in some hotcakes
And then go drop some cookies
When you started crying
There's was no time to be a rookie
I had to be a veteran and show up
Despite me being 19, 25
You've mentally pushed me to grip up
And I won't let up
I enjoy hearing all that you've been through
20 years in the game
You've prolly seem all types of food on the McDonald's menu
I'm drawn to you
There's something in you
John told me to tell you hi
Thankful for you and him
As he would say
me and your relationship is growing Into a beautiful flower
And we're only at the stem
Growing takes time
It took me understanding in depth
What exactly you were enduring
And I love to learn
Love your language
Love to listen
I think some of the days you had attitudes
Was the days you needed someone to listen
I was here the whole time
But it took time
For us to have our time
And we did
I hope to have more time soon
With this pace
Our stem flower will take no time to bloom
We both have to power
Have the peace
Have he porogative
To progress the stem grown flower
This beautiful plant
It is ours
And it's just at the stem
To show you someone you care
You don't have to be kin
You don't have to be buddy buddy
You have to be willing
Cause the Williams getting to work with is fulfilling
The Williams and The Lewis
Friday was proof we can make a killing
I look forward to growing this flower of a relationship
Hopefully one day it'll grow past the ceiling
I know how you're feeling
Feeling like we're growing the speed of your sons lanky limbs
But it's more like an extravagant flower
That's only reached the stem
Copyright © Johnny Williams | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Elisa Christensen | Details |
Yesterday brought not a storm,
But a suffocating stillness.
My throat grew dry.
My bones began to ache.
The silent but constant rhythm of my little world seized.
Then in exactly two more beats came my tears.
Torrents of heavy rain,
Glossing my cheeks,
Soaking my chest.
It was the first time I imagined life without you.
I pretended a plan. Wouldn’t be bad.
Freedom, quiet, peace.
Unchained from the waiting.
No more defending my honor
Against baseless suspicions.
No more loopy, infuriating roundabouts,
No more worrying about your teeth.
No more disrespect,
Where there should only be honor.
Peace. Quiet. Reflection.
Throw myself into my work.
I am a one-woman power force and this,
Just silly, fleeting, impossibly maddening love.
For the first time,
I felt our hearts unlock and
Begin to unwind from
The delicate, lacy Intertwine
We so carefully spun together.
Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe.
The air, thickened to soup, stifled me.
Every other creature on this Earth infuriated me.
And the tears! Oh the tears!
Where did they all originate?
How could there be so many?
And you. Silent. Cruel.
My mind could not wrap around this.
Not even for a second.
What about my favorite past times?
Watching you sleep and hearing you click and coo…
Running my ecstatic fingertips over your silkened,
Taking deep, heady, delightful sniffs,
Of your sunshine scent in.
Inviting you deep within my body
To release my every desire and longing,
Sending them clamoring loudly,
Back to their beginnings in angels’ gardens.
Where would I go to relax and take comfort?
For you are my home.
Where would I search out the excitement that is only you?
For you are my ultimate thrill.
How would I stand tall facing what I must?
For you are my tree, my bridge.
No. This simply will not do!
You! Persnickety lover of mine,
Stubborn, impossible, unreasonable,
Incorrigible, untamable you!
I must somehow not take another step.
I shall stop and sit on the path of my life.
I shall pout for weeks, months if I must,
Refusing to budge until you rejoin me.
For you are my life path.
You are my summer day.
You are my thunderstorm.
My double rainbow.
My quiet, blood-red sunset.
Now I know that such a ludicrous plan must never be realized.
For it is simply not truth.
It is nothing.
It is my undoing.
So you, fine lover,
Bring both feet back here please.
Replant them firmly, judiciously in our garden,
Where crazy, wild, unreasonable fruits
Grow jagged, ornery thorns,
But the birds hover high in the air
To catch the sweet, majestic swill of our lovemaking.
Where clouds part and separate,
Scooting far around our center,
Where stars show off,
Jitterbugging on a black velvet dance floor,
Where breezes skip hopscotch like child lunatics.
Where I go to taste the nectar,
Hear the laughter,
See the wonder,
Of all that life
Shall ever afford.
You and me.
Let no man part this sea.
For without you,
There is no more air to breathe,
No songs to sing,
No garden to grow,
No music by which to dance.
The magic is you.
Let it be then,
Copyright © Elisa Christensen | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Laura Loo | Details |
There was a time as a child when I knew I was different. I felt lost and enjoyed thing other girls may not have. I hated dresses, loved wearing ball caps and watched football at the age of five. I’m sure other little girls loved these things as well, but to me I felt alone. I needed to express myself in ways I couldn’t. Growing up was difficult, yet at the same time I enjoyed my way of thinking. I never knew how freeing it would be to admit I was a lesbian. Back then, it was frowned upon and I felt dirty at times. I remember having boyfriends and I just didn’t feel the connection I should have or could have. I did not feel normal, but as I grew older I realized there is no such thing as normal. I should be proud of who I am and not feel confined to a cell for who I love and why. I struggled with guilt because I was raised in the church. I needed liberation and as soon as I met her I knew she was the one. She turned my world upside down and from that moment on we became the best of soul mates and lovers. Twenty years had passed and my past crept up on me very quickly. I fell into addiction and suffered from bouts of depression. The days were long and the nights were spent weeping. I pushed everyone away including my lover. I did not know myself anymore. I had no idea who I was. My drinking had become out of control and I felt despair and hopeless. I wanted to give up all together. I sought medical council and tried medication. But is that what I actually needed? Or was it just my past catching up with me? Memories of abuse and ridicule from peers. Feeling like an outcast because I went alone to prom. Living in secret from my family for so long. Thankfully, my family gave me full support and loved me no matter who I fell in love with or why. My family never gave up on me and in the end I caused them more pain than I had faced when I was alive.
Why did I choose to end my life? What was so hard on earth that I could not muster up enough courage to live one more day? Was death the answer to my problems?
I had a deadly disease and in the end it killed me. I tried three times before I actually succeeded. I ran away from life and never looked back. Now I live free, but was the pain I inflicted on my loved ones worth it? I left my lover in such anguish that after six years without me, she still cries herself to sleep every night. She feels responsible and wishes she could’ve saved me one last time. I didn’t deserve all the struggles I faced, but she never deserved the pain I inflicted upon her.
I left my sister Laura. She was my best friend and I watched her grieve for me in ways I never thought she could. She is so strong now but deep down she suffers from deep remorse and pain. I caused that pain. She will never be the same again…because of me. She needed me in life, and I deserted her like a swift breeze in the night. She showed me such compassion, love and support during my final days and as I watched her read my farewell letter, I wept until my wings broke. She misses me dearly...
I am sorry. Please forgive me.
September 28, 2016
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Jason DeSantis | Details |
We had been under its grip for days. The truck swerved from lane to lane as it sped through the dark. She was screaming mess of anger and pain. Our shattered pieces had always fit together well.
We shared the same bed of broken glass. Neither remembered making that bed-
we were content to lay in it together. Another true love never realized, Bastardized by fear confusion and hurt.
Blood still ran from her nose. I was done. I had enough.
She wanted to keep going. I couldn’t take it anymore. I looked at her with tears dripping off her cheeks - blood streaming down her face. Dark tired circles framed her glassy hazel eyes. She stopped in the middle of the road -reached in her purse. I begged her not to as she pulled it out. She looked at me with her soft compassionate eyes- Pleading with me to join her. She laid out two I wouldn’t do it...not again. I passed my breaking point a day ago. She begged me to. I hated leaving her alone to it. I had always been with her-
every step by her side. I loved her.She was one of the best friends I ever had We used to plan to run away someday. Laying together in our secret spot in a field at night- we would get high into the early morning- Stare off into the stars. She would always ask me where I thought it ended? What it looked like? What infinity was? Was there more out there? We planned out every detail of our future A small place on the beach- simple bullshit jobs-
getting lost every night. Now there we were. Strung out, miserable, and stuck. She did one off the cigarette pack and pushed it toward me. I shook my head-
A car laid on its horn behind us. She got pissed off at me and did the other. I felt like shit addiction is a lonely place without company- I left her alone.
I could see in her face she felt abandoned. The driver from the car behind us sped past yelling something out the window. We started off again speeding recklessly down the road. We blew a stop sign and took a wild turn- She hadn’t bothered to touch the brakes. She turned to me yelling almost incoherently.
It was a rage I had never seen in her face. She started hitting me both hands off the wheel leaning over top of me swinging Punch after punch I sat there. I knew she was miserable, angry, and broken. I had no problem being a punching bag I always had been for everyone else and I didn’t even care about them.
The truck was still rolling on unattended. I grabbed her wrists- Begged her to calm down. The truck cut a sharp right we rolled off the pavement. I grabbed the wheel and pushed it hard toward the road The truck bounced out of the ditch onto the street.
She hit the brakes terrified I yelled at her, slapped her, I hated that I did- I hated doing anything hurtful to a friend. The last time we met up she looked tired. Life had beat us both down pretty good. She apologized for not keeping in touch – Told me she felt like an awful friend because of it. She told me that she thinks about me all the time and smiles- She knows one person is out there somewhere that really loves her.
Copyright © Jason DeSantis | Year Posted 2014
Long poem by
Robert Candler | Details |
It seems like just the other day
Our pup, Shadrack, did pass away;
And altho’ they never seemed like friends,
My old cat, Jorg, knew Shad had met
his untimely end.
He mourned his loss every day
And looked for Shadrack everywhere.
He’d mew and moan as if to say,
“We were friends. I do care.”
Then one night, an eerie howl
Awoke me from my sleep.
He’d found Shad’s toys and left no doubt
That his feelings did run deep.
So our tedious search began
To find another likely pup;
But while my poor wife still grieved,
Could another measure up?
We went to Second Chance and Free to Live.
She just could not make up her mind.
She loved them all; but, if she picked just one,
The rest would have to stay behind.
Then, quite by chance, there was a “pound pup”
Who’d been picked up from the streets.
He was a mutt, a “schnauza-pug”;
But he was awfully sweet.
He jumped up and kissed her frantically.
He seemed aware of his “iffy” situation.
He made the best of his opportunity.
Tears of joy told her elation.
“This is the one”, she smiled through tears,
As she held him... oh, so tight.
“I’m sure that Jorg will like him too.
Everything will be alright”.
And so it was, until one day
When old Jorg did pass away…
There was no hesitation on this sad occasion;
Come Saturday morning, we went straight
to the pound,
Open minded and hoping to be “saviors”,
Surely a nice cat was to be found.
“Sadly”, the lady said,” three kitties have only today.
There’s Andre and Panda and another one too”.
My wife smiled and said, “Jorg was your boy. You pick.
They’re both beautiful cats. It’s up to you”.
As I pondered this commitment
Another cat, a young one, caught my eye.
Like Jorg, he was a common gray tabby.
Fond memories were stirred. I almost cried.
On closer look, his name was Boris;
And, strangely, he was number three.
There was a small sign on his crate,
“I don’t like other cats and other cats don’t like me”.
But there was character in his eyes and he was cute.
He was rolling and purring and stretching.
He seemed to look deep into my heart
And did his best to be quite fetching.
But because he was just a common gray tabby,
And because of the little sign,
His chances were slim, his future quite dim
And one day is precious little time.
For a moment I was lost in his eyes
And I heard his desperate plea,
“I’m a swell cat and litter box trained.
Take me. Please, take me”.
“Well”, my wife urged, “is it Andre or Panda”?
“One of us will take the other kitty.”, two older ladies chimed.
“You can each have one ladies”, I said with a smile.
I want Boris and he wants to be mine”.
In just hours he was romping and rolling with Pepper,
Who had happily welcomed his new friend.
Boris was a perfect fit, an affirmation;
The Circle of Life never ends.
Much more Joy than Sadness in this Circle,
And there should never be regrets.
Honor their memories and all the love they share,
Never break the Circle, never be without a Pet.
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
Long poem by
Kelly Deschler | Details |
A few poems written by Chan Hurst, (Just That Archaic Poet)
I hope that we can find some comfort in them at this sad time.
"A Rational Explanation"
What must I do to see this through-
Unlock the world I never knew?
For all I've seen hath been untrue,
As all I've felt hath plagued me, too!
I am no more, past Deaths before
I've reached the end of Living War-
(to see through eyes both blind and closed)
A life to touch, but never know...
"Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep"
Every day, to God I pray
For answers to Life's enigmas
Patience lays in wait to stay-
To cleanse our Social Stigmas
We pass the time in our idle Dreams:
Like fallen stars in singing streams
"A Happy Ending"
Remorse and regret, I mustn't forget
Remind me that Life is a process of Learning
Indeed for I sorrow'd; 'twas always upset
As the Truth was met with painful discerning
But now my eyes are open-wide,
Grew to love what I once despised
I am no longer sick inside-
I just feel happy to be alive
"A Master's Approval"
No happier could I ever be,
(Or feel a joy's enormity!)
Than to know a Soul as Poe-
Would say he likes my poetry!
"The Poets I Hope to Meet in Heaven"
I pray that in my Eternity,
I'll meet Shelley, Poe and Emily
That we'll all sit down at a table round,
And at length discuss our Poetry!
And Longfellow, lest we forget
Lord Byron, Shakespeare, and beloved Keats!
If I prove their favorite Poet,
I could accomplish no greater feat!
For all my many silly musings,
This one I covet above the rest
For my Soul's toil- finally proving
That the Masters love me best!
"Heaven For A Poet" by Kelly Deschler
My own piece of heaven, a quiet little nook,
With only the finest parchment in a leather book,
A feather quill pen and an ocean of ink,
My thoughts would never stop to think,
Every single line I write would rhyme,
My poetry would be beautiful and sublime,
I'd be entertained daily, by Dr. Seuss,
And, put to bed nightly, by Mother Goose,
Lessons from Byron, Shelley, Coleridge and Poe,
Teaching me every single thing that they know.
My own piece of heaven, will have to wait,
Until one day, when I must meet my fate,
So, for now I will have to be content,
With my own words that may be heaven sent,
Inspiration from my idols is all I need,
Writing poetry in a notebook from Mead,
With this cheap, plastic Bic pen,
And a dream to be, just like them.
This poem was one of mine that Chan had faved, so I thought it would be appropriate to share this now and dedicate it to him.
I will always miss you, BP, my brother in poetry, but I sense that you are smiling down on us now.
I know that Chan idolized Edgar Allan Poe. I remember him telling me that someday,
he wanted to share a table in heaven with that "good ol' E.A. Poe".
So, Chan, if that is what you're doing now, I envy you, my friend!
And, you said that you would personally invite me to that little gathering, remember? :)
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014
Long poem by
Darren White | Details |
I'LL WAIT FOR YOU
You know? I've learned a few tricks! If I grab the left rim and pull backwards, and grab the right rim and push forward, I can do a pirouette, just like I could when I could still dance. Isn't that neat? So when you return, we can dance again. Or of course you could lift me in your arms and dance like that. I would like that very much. I wouldn't be heavy in your arms, just light as a feather, especially now I lost all muscle matter below waist. It makes a difference! I would love us dancing together. You holding me close. I would kiss you.
Today it is sunny, I sit here waiting for you.
You said you would be back, you only needed a day for yourself. You never said anything else, just that you needed a day. It is a long day love, but I am not giving up. I can see downhill in the distance and I will wait for you. The sun makes the grass and the road shimmer with an almost trance-like intensity.
Today it is sunny, I sit here waiting for you.
You know? I cannot blame you for being desperate. When we met I was a different person. And even though I cannot help being who I am, I do understand why you sometimes became so angry. When we met, I was that slim, effeminate dancer with the trailing mass of afro curls and the wide smile and the inviting eyes. The whirling chunk of energy that never rested, The incredible, never ending flow of words. I know you fell in love with that former me, not with the cripple.
You said you needed only one day. I am sitting here, on top of the hill, waiting for you.
Today it is raining. I am holding an umbrella, and my body is under a sheet of plastic. Yes, I take good care of myself.
The distance is covered in a pessimistic, melancholic blanket of grey, taking off the sharp edges of despair, and also cutting off the still lingering good memories that used to dance softly in the sunlight in the back of my mind.
You said you needed only one day. I am sitting here, on top of the hill, waiting for you.
I understand how you need your freedom. You must believe one thing love, I never intended for us to end up like this. I wanted you to feel happy with me, forever. Like the happy you felt in the beginning before the accident. I never intended for you to become my caretaker. Or anyone for that matter. I do not wish that on anyone. Do you know how desperate I am sometimes? I never wanted this life. When I close my eyes I am still dancing. I am.
I will wait for you. Every week I am coming back to this hill and look over the valley. I am bringing my sandwiches, and I talk to you in the air. I sometimes lift my head and scream. I miss you so much. If only you'd have said something. If only you'd have said you'd walk off and would not return. It would have made such a difference. Because now I lost more than half of me. There is only 25% left of me, and that is not enough to live.
And that is why I will always desperately wait for you, because if I do not believe you will come back.....
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Alex Duffy | Details |
Hip-hop died when beats became more important than lyrics
These days it’s just a beat and cheesy hook
95% of rappers sound the same; I don’t want to hear it
Studied the greats so I won’t become a slave in Nas’s rhyme book
Rappers talking about guns they’re too small to lift
Bragging about diamonds and the size of their chain
Yet some fans have the nerve to say Eminem and Nas should call it quits
At least they write to bring change
Half these new kids probably need Immortal technique, Lupe fiasco and Kendrick Lamar to dumb it down
In the mainstream all they hear is sex, drugs and lyrics that make no sense
All the good hip-hop is underground
In the mainstream its guys rapping about what they don’t represent
We need someone like Tupac who did song writing to believe
Wasn’t scared to stand up to anyone fighting his beliefs
N.W.A had a genuine reason for not liking the police
A few old school west coast rappers tried getting Bloods and Crips reuniting for peace
We don’t get a thing from rappers today
They don’t understand the importance of KRS one, Public Enemy, Rakim, Big Pun or Jam Master Jay
Dear god you can have Gucci Mane, Lil Wayne, and soulja boy if you bring Tupac back to life
Sick of some hip-hop fans still bringing up the fact Eminem’s white
I remember when Nas destroyed Jay-Z with ether
But these days every song on an album is a feature
It’s getting worse, it’s too poppy and auto tune sadly came
I’d rather listen to LL cool J, Ice Cube, Kurupt, Big daddy Kane
Pitbull gets played on the radio every 5 minutes
All his songs are cheesy and sound the same
Jadakiss hasn’t got the respect he deserve since he arrived in it
Biggie said the sky’s the limit but first we need the ground to change
Crooked I is the king of the west
Joe budden is the most under-rated he gets everything off his chest
He’d rather inspire people than make radio hits that bring a bigger cheque
She has no talent, so to sell records Nicki Minaj has to strip to her g-string and a vest
14 years in and still credible yet fabulous hasn’t got the respect he deserves
Lyrically above most and kills every verse
Yet Iggy Azelia is everywhere despite the fact she ahs ghost-writers
The last thing hip-hop needs is another Flo rida
I’ve always been an outcast maybe that’s why I listen to Big Boi and Andre
Since he got with Kim, we just haven’t had good music from Kanye
At least Eminem came in and said I’ll be like me not like you
How can any west-coast rapper not have respect for Ice-T & Ice Cube
Too many new rappers claim to be the greatest when they’re not even close to the best
They can’t compare to Nas, Eminem, Tupac, Biggie, Big L, Big Pun or Dmx
I could have named a lot more but I’d be here all day so apologies to anyone I missed off
I’m sick of this new rap music. I miss hip-hop
Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2015