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The night was lonely when my pills called for me. Stock piling them, not knowing if they’ll ever be used. I told myself I’d take them if life still didn’t get better. So down they went, at least a couple hundred. I didn’t die, but I caused a lot of pain for friends, family, and my lungs, man.
The ablulance took me to the emergency room in my town. There aren’t enough recourses to save a stupid suicidal teen, so they sent me hours away in a helicopter. The last thing I remember was going to sleep. When I woke up I had tubes in my throat and doctors and nurse telling me to cough so the pills would pump out of my body. How can you cough with a tube in your throat though?
A day later, I was sent to a mental hospital where things only plummeted even more. There were about twenty people there, but I only made friends with two. Eventually more came and I had new friends for a few days. They had therapy dogs to help us psychos feel a little better until you’d go to art and be criticized by staff and become more suicidal. yay!
I was put on antidepressants which made my bipolar disorder peak. They eventually made me lose 80 percent of my memory, so your girl stopped taking them.
Then I got better. Believe me, I too, was an “it never gets better” person. I still was for months after leaving that mental hospital because the experience was so bad, but if you focus on the negative, how can you get better. My old cringy poems from years ago are a great example of how I thought things would suck for ever.
Now, it’s been a bit over a year, and my perspective on life has changed. No longer am I a pessimistic angry teen who hates everyone. I found little things to hold on to so I hade a “purpose” until bigger things that gave me a bigger purpose came along. I wish any who has “it will never get better” ingrained in their head will find a way to make it bearable for them to keep pushing until they realize things do get better.
If I would’ve died, I would’ve lost so much that I didn’t even know I’d gain.
October is Dancing
she is a trap of joy for a mark
to those tunes tapping on line
stepping out in her black
before the white for a remark
for the dance shoes redefine
the effect of all the months lack
in the meantime at kitchen advancing
Old and young months were watchin' her
as she prance in peaceful steps on the dance floor
so cool and sizzling to hear up the need to confer
for fire to keep warm the weather and not burn for war
the joy and courage the months have in the year
which is the interest of their purpose counting days
to number moments and minutes of cheer
and the exposure and enrichment appraise
Serious music from funny act
labels young minds mischievous youths
how the hell's rain labels heaven's dews fire
and its own the curlers pure desire
that was a just lie tied up as a fact
to keep away from blowing hearts, truths
with which head for a new place sit upon
redesigned of little difference in old baker's apron
Knock knows knocks knotting knowledge
while whistles whisper whim whacking
villagers' vaults vulnerably via villains
bragging beyond boasting bossy bell
flooded flowers faith flying flaws
hiring hasty hatred healing headlines
retiring reunion's rights relieved repulse
sitting soothing stresses safe separately
Now the dance floor is a bouncing stillness
on a muting lousy sounds
jumping to dance but go off
whenever trials are seen as illness
death tricks set its hounds
that the hade may laugh
how we wish a new Odùduwà
but Yoruba is stumping on ìwà
Our shoes now become red
R.I.P to those bloods shed
The heroes efforts are seen
Remain forever in our green
The lights that can go dim
The lines and stanza in the hymn
May these effects be fruitful
Even though it's seen unlawful
Note: This poem is in memory of those that lost their lives in the peaceful protest of ENDSARS in Nigeria on 20th October, 2020. May their souls rest in peace
FOR YEARS I TRIED TO
FIND MYSELF IN WORK,
IN THINGS AND BOOZE
WHEN FACED WITH
WRENCHING
DESPERATION I DIDN’T
KNOW THAT I COULD
CHOOSE
I PUT DOWN BOOZE AT
TWENTY NINE AND
THOUGHT I HAD BEEN
SAVED
BUT THINGS WERE
STILL MY GOD AT
HEART THOUGH I
THOUGHT I HAD IT
MADE
MY LIFE AROUND ME
MUCH IMPROVED NOW
SOBER I HAD A CHANCE
BUT WITH MY HEART SO
DESPERATE FOR AN
ANSWER I NEVER
LEARNED TO DANCE
AT FORTY THREE I
PICKED UP BOOZE
AGAIN AND MY THINGS
COULD NOT SUSTAIN ME
BOOZE NO LONGER
NUMBED THE PAIN AND
THAT AWARENESS HAD
NOT FREED ME
FROM MYSELF I TRIED
TO GET AWAY FROM THE
SHAME AND GUILT
AND FOUND LITTLE
PURPOSE TO BE AT
ALL, TO SURVIVE, TO
HAVE THE WILL
I PUT DOWN BOOZE AT
FORTY SEVEN AND
THOUGHT I HAD BEEN
SAVED
BUT THINGS WERE
STILL MY GOD AT
HEART THOUGH I
THOUGHT I HADE IT
MADE
FOR YEARS TO COME
I’D LOSE IT ALL AND
WONDER WHAT WENT
WRONG
AND SING TO MYSELF
SO I COULD HEAR MY
SAD, LAMENTING SONG
O’ PITY ME I HAVE IT
ROUGH I USED TO HAVE
IT ALL
I USED TO BE
SOMEBODY ONCE LONG
BEFORE THE FALL
MY SONG TURNED INTO
POETRY WHICH I USED
TO ASK FOR HELP
AND WITHOUT THINKING
I HAD TO WRITE WHAT
IT WAS I REALLY FELT
A LONGING IN MY
HEART THAT I RECALL
WAS ALWAYS THERE
TO KNOW MYSELF AND
BE WITH HIM VOID OF
ANY FEAR
AND THROUGH HIS
GRACE I FOUND MY
VOICE-OH SECRETS I
WOULD TELL
THROUGH WRITING
POETRY I FOUND THAT
I WAS BECOMING WELL
THE WORDS UNLOCKED A
PLACE INSIDE I
ALWAYS FEARED TO GO
BUT NOW WITH EACH
EXPRESSION I FEEL MY
SPIRIT GROW
THERE ARE LESSONS I
STILL NEED TO LEARN
AND LESSONS I WILL
TEACH
AS I LISTEN TO THE
STILLNESS OF GOD I
AM WELL WITHIN HIS
REACH
I PUT DOWN ALL THE
THINGS THAT CONTINUE
TO GET IN MY WAY
AT FIFTY GOD RESTS
IN MY HEART I KNOW I
HAVE BEEN SAVED
I HAD TO LEARN THAT
LIFE IS NOT THOUGHTS
BUT THE ESSENCE OF
WHAT IS FELT
THE ANSWER CAME TO
ME SUDDENLY THAT
NIGHT I FINALLY
KNELT.
8-10-14
I can select scant options
available among figurative
menu of life (mine) case in
point, this ordinary day (July
10th, 2019) typifies small
number routine prospects
regarding how I will while
away hours, cuz restrictions -
circumscribed, linkedin,
predicated by sought hade
curried parameters incorporating
genetic propensities inscribing
mental, physical, and spiritual
potential random talents bestowed
upon yours truly in tandem
with environmental factors
during childhood (upbringing,
middle class household income,
homogeneous Caucasian
neighborhood...), plus outcomes
wrought by countless decisions
(unfortunately usually, lapsed
deadline determinant and/or
nonpositive avoidance behavior -
identified as passive aggression
by mother dearest, she passed
away 14+ years), since...tender
boyhood age, when volition
allowed, enabled, and provided
restrained freedom (limited by
parental approval until arbitrary
18th birthday), thus this moment
essentially represents rapid
flowing confluence regarding
cumulative outcomes, whereby
nexus (Lexus) of one outcome
determined possibilities for next
situation till present, which
narrow bounds straitjacketed
alternatives to utilize liberty
productively, i.e. cultivating
strengths finding this garden
variety baby boomer (crying
the blues) frittering time courtesy
non beneficial trivial pursuits,
which tellingly (no surprise)
did not bring happiness to this
life, where loose analogy being
imprisoned since essentially
majority (default) actions not
serve best interests (mine),
though recently conscious
proactive effort to hone writing
bred thru existence as bookworm.
I conclude non jarringly tipping
figurative hat to Fiona Apple,
The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than
the Driver of the Screw and
Whipping Cords Will Serve You
More Than Ropes Will Ever Do.
To my future badass wife
You might be reading this now or you are acting all "I hate long writings" so you just scroll pass this piece
You might be sitting next to you parents now or you are busy taking advantage of the weather for two to warm a man's bed
You might be enjoying your relationship right now or crushing on a fine man or you Just became and ex or 'u nor evin blive in lov egain'
Listen
You're going to get married to me, a fine and simple African man who doesn't believe in the putting on of makeups or the wearing of perfumes to look beautiful or smell good
I Know you have already been beautifully beautified by his beautiful hands and you smells good
I'm not going to marry you as a maid but a helpmate so I'm not going to relax on the couch and call you from the kitchen just to help me increase the volume of the TV set
'but ar lek me beleh n me favorite food na dry res'
To my future badass wife
I'm that crazy poet who will insert words into your heart and brightens it path as you walk pass my path in the middle of the night
Like a thief in the night
I will sneak into your pant or strip off your lingerie
and enjoy you fight to catch your breath of life
My rod wouldn't kill you for what doesn't kill you makes your strong
So I see you giving me head like Floyd Mayweather you will be my undefeated champ
'Ar go pull na doe u n gee u new names'
'ar go call u baby, sweetheart n any oda name way go sweet u heart'
'but if u take advantage n decide for cheat ar swear we two go pat'
Ar go b d bush debul way u go d see na u wet dreams
D same debul way u han go d shower ihn hade with blessings
Way go d hit u spot n enjoy way u go d tok in strange languages
To my future badass wife
Me na country man n ar lek Boku pikin so fortified you 'wasebone' b4 dis fet ya begin
© BlaqPoet
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[Sponsor : Crystol Woods
Placed 5th in Contest]
I C E : Ode to Self
few Hearts can fancy dress their
nakedness in icicle Presence
fewer minds will slip into cemetery’s dusk
soul appears, no hectic heady harkening
glancing what is needed or already seeded
I n s I g h t checks wisdom, no cerebral chancing
silence answers chaos, no questions
faith penetratingly poetic deep
silver edged sheath transmuting bleeps
action cannot dreamscape when carriaged
C o u R a g e is coloured cloak comely
mission determines doubtless devic discipline
human evolution her equanimous earthy core
smoothly dictates exalted memory raw
as fear appears, a whispering whimpering head
she chooses Laurel-Hardy jovial jokes instead
body-mind will momentarily magically move
illusive graped grace to forth face, zero haste
she grooves all goals with hidden ace
defining own pinky pace, trusting Trinity true
gives mental and psychic lucidity a hue
E equals E n d u R a n c e, persevering stormy hardships severe ever near, trials for miles
trancing transforms grovelling groundless guile
otherworldly veneer belies frothy fortitude
rhombus robust rectitude, steady steely solitude
Sun, opposite pole Lover adoringly advises
she embraces its Fire over chastising eyes
melting hade Himalayan I C E to glide
embalmed, charmed warmed waters calmed
Your love is Near
From the lyrics on the duet of loneliness
I hade seen the spark in your eyes and your smile
It is not what the past is saying to you,
It is not what the present is displaying to you,
Not even what the future is predicting to you
I know you and I have seen the sparkling love in you,
I know how lovable you are and what you deserve
You are crowned to be lover;
Now stand for love, because your love is near
Now fall in love again, because love is loving you
Your love is in the roots of a perfumed linen of your soul
Your love is planted in the intersections of your sentiment and emotion
It is not what desperation is saying to you
Not even when financial struggles suffocate your hope
I know you as you are, breathing trough this lines,
I can feel your passion to help, care and sustain,
You had been prepared for this moment of follies
You are free to love, to be in love,
because your lover is near
I feel like declaring on the top of the mountain of chemistry,
That Your enzyme is ready to melt your lover down as butter,
Your lover will not imagine what is happing, while pulling in
The chemistry is translating the tension to attention
Increasing drops to the carnal sieve of your lovable spirit
It is not about tones and shapes as advertised around;
It mostly about the candle of your brilliances is screening
You are ready again for the game of passion and love living
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing
much like the heartbeat of a dream
He watched as she climbed to the top,
and when she stopped to look around, he found himself spell-bound -
She never knew that he was there---
He leaned far back against the rail,
watching as she searched the grounds
From here the city churches pierced the mist
and one could hear the hallowed sound
of mourning doves repeating vows, from shadows all around
As dusk closed in, and crowds had thinned, the two of them were left alone
The lonely light of summer air stirred her hair, now black as night.
A watchman came to lock the gate, he motioned them to follow him
He closed it, and now smiling, crossed the square
And then, by fate, ... they were a pair, alone to share the night
While holding hands they left as one
The sun was gone, the night was young
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing
much like the heartbeat of a dream
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5/31/18
Contest: One/Nine/Sixteen
Sponsor: Viv Wigley
Requirements:
Line 1: The spiral staircase hade her high heels sing
Line 9: From here the city churches pierced the mist
Line: 16: He closed it, and now smiling, crossed the square
The Beggar
Willy they called him
William was his name
Everyone thought
It was Mexico from where he came
HE roamed on the streets
On the streets of London
Walked with dignity
A Smile on his face
HE never asked for money
Yet he was poor
For he had no family
Except a group of four
He was rich, once
A day when he laughed
A day when he cared
He day when he stared
HE was not aware
Of whet he hade become
He just moved on
As life was what he had become
It was a usual pint
He had enough mint
Never did he go more
Neither bit less
He often walked around the church
Just couldn’t pass through the doors
There was enough taken
Couldn’t dare to give more
He just asked
Always asked for one thing
Walked across with the group of four
Thought he ever had a family
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You can find Distance in my book of poems "labyrinth
on---http://www.amazon.com/Labyrinth-Mustafah-Mun/dp/1409285251/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1252381235&sr=1-1
Long ago a friendship was born of a ocean and brownie eyes. Ocean eyes started to have feelings for brownie eyes...but brownie hade it for olive eyes. Brownie eyes could talk about olive eyes for hour something who made ocean eyes jealous, jealous at a point of he wanted olive eyes to dissepear but he thought this wasn't enough.
He learn that olive eyes have allergies for neats and gives him a chocolate tart with neats in ..what ocean eyes didn't know is that olive could die if he ate to much ....and olive eyes did ate to much and died.
He run to brownie eyes in a rainy day and told her the truth shocked she said with tears in her eyes. " I won't report you to the police because you were my friends,but never come back to me again.." . Ocean eyes agreat and regrets of being jealous of olive eyes because something that he didn't know is that brownie eyes had started to have feelings for him..
But you may ask" What happened with the two eyes now"
...Well they both grow up separately with a sad feeling in there heart and never meet again