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Though these words are all true
I never knew how much they meant
They’re the makings of my diary
Which is compiling with my every whim
And I know the future seems grim
When the sun descends the light goes dim
Don’t you fret the moon will lend itself as a night light
But on some nights the sun will refuse to stay out of sight
The moonlight is eclipsed and I seal my lips
And the moon drips over the blackened star
Two crypts in an endless galactic battle
Opposites attract desperately trying to complete what the other might lack
Like the light of day and the black of night
You see you must contrast if you hope to create a masterpiece
Or at the very least a memory that will last
Life’s a struggle to surpass the work of the last great man
So my tongue rattles in its cage
My eyes gage the force
My blood courses
And my mind divorces the eyes that I use to see
Because they can’t quite see how the world is
But only as the world should be
Again I flee into the mind that I find comfort
In charring with the riggers of battle lines
Drawn out in some fine print
Making the eyes bend and squint
I’m in less than mint condition
This is less than efficient
I’ve barely christened the issues that are on the line
And I paint some pictures withe the fixtures that dangle from my beautiful mind
So I might bind your thoughts
You may even find some truth or maybe some excuse to go on
Maybe to find a new way to look at dusk and dawn
So maybe drag the old rusty beach chair onto the lawn
See with new eyes what you already saw
If you can’t find strength to walk
Just muster up some strength just crawl
If you should happen to fall get up and stand tall
And if your thoughts should turn to death
Don’t count your breaths take a rest
Just remember the times the air was stolen from your lungs
Our lives begun so small and the world so huge
But now our bones are fused and the isn’t as it use to be
You must realize that the earth is massive but your world is small
None of us can expect to understand it all
Again I find myself on the brink catastrophe
These words might mean a lot to you
But let me reassure you they mean much more to me
Quietly I lay, fighting the urge to snatch the life right out of your blackened heart.
I try to resist the wanting desire to end your disgusting, parasitical excuse of a soul,
But I need to make an example of you to show the world my beautiful, deadly art.
It’s time for you to feel the lonely darkness of a six foot deep hole.
You played the jester to my comic tragedy, and now the show is over.
You tried to make me feel frightened and scared,
You are nothing but an unlucky three leaved clover.
You showed the world all my faults, and I stood there cold and bare.
I stood there as you exploited my every error.
I fell to my knees as you humiliated me, demeaning me in front of my peers,
Not knowing of my inner horror, the bottled up anguish and terror.
But by the time I am finished, you shall see the monster you unleashed vividly clear.
You choose your words loosely, insulting all that I am.
You thought your tongue sharp and tried to use it to cut me down.
You thought you could use me as a stepping stone for your feet to stand
To display the comical relieve which you thought I was, while you wore the crown.
I will dethrone this jester of ridiculous rule, taking the happiness he thought he had.
Devouring the insults and using them to cure the wounds of your lashing tongue.
I lay, growing stronger with every tasteless comment that he would laughably add.
Taking you to the pits of hell, watching the orange flames lick your body will be my fun.
It’s time for you to be torn apart by the one you thought was defeated.
I survived your vicious onslaught of degrading puns and ridicule that you tried to slay me with.
You just fired me up for the coming battle that will be the end of you, making sure your statements are not repeated.
I am the legend that everyone will remember, and you are the nothing but a forgettable myth.
It’s time for the silent to make their voice heard, for the self-imposed deaf to widen their ears and hear,
It’s time for the pretenders of blindness to muster up the courage to see, for this will be a sight.
The legend has awakened; it’s time for you to quiver in fear.
You are not ready for this horrific wrath that will redeem my entire plight.
Do you know what it means to be in love? Where this burning sensation is felt throughout the heart. Where you can rewrite it in the dictionary, only to prove nobody has loved you like I do. Since love was crafted by Cupids arrow but too bodacious to be written in hieroglyphics. And call me eccentric but I love a love like this.
Where the meadows are dancing a melodic rhythmic dance. Where pictures proclaim what the mouth can’t. And every time you try and describe it, consciously leaving you a mess.
It also, reminds me of sunflowers singing, where trees sway so effortlessly, where the breeze tells you a honeycomb story. Or maybe it’s more like roses blooming, where the petals don’t fall off. Or maybe it’s this aura of mahogany, maybe even clarity.
Where your love brings healing, not melancholy symphonies. Where the love is apparent not obnoxiously screaming. Where you dance in the rain but hold each other as y’all stay and maybe i’m being another romantic but that’s okay. Can I continue..?
I hope I can muster up enough courage to sing. Proclaim. To even scribble it on a billboard..THAT THIS GIRL IS MINE EVERYDAY!! My favorite story to tell, my favorite kiss to receive, my favorite hand to hold when I’m feeling like nothing. And when I’m scared you hug me. Then I realize it’s a dream, so I wake up and I feel lonely. I’m sorry your right, back to the story.
Do you know what love feels like? Where the stars tickled you silly. Where those sleepless nights aren’t for someone’s glory. Where it feels electrifying but tantalizing. And ooouu don’t get me started on how mystifying love feels like. How it heals those broken wounds! How it lifts you up on high! How it caresses your skin because it’s a story between you and I! And maybe I’m being loquacious, or maybe I’m being a fool! But I can’t help feeling giddy about being in love with you.
Some people will feel resentment towards this term. Some people might chastise me for even speaking on the term. I might’ve even get shunned but who cares a girl loves love. So I sit here daydreaming about the idea love; Hoping, wishing it would love me back since I’m nothing but A Hopeless Romantic.
-For Melissa
She asked me how long does it take to heal
In what time allotment, exactly, will it take
For forgetfulness to become a reoccurrence
A blessing for the haunted
Memories that can be bleached off
White sundresses put on in order to frolic
On beaches with waves washing away
Each grain of him
How long did it take for you to get over him?
Days? Weeks? A month or two?
Hope shining like a naïve flashlight during the eclipse of hardest times
Beaming on me, waiting for an answer
How could I tell her, honestly,
That it took me years
To overlook the smallest details of his smile
How he only has one dimple on the right side of his face
The way his hands felt, every line and crevice of his fate
Thought to fit mine perfectly?
How could I tell her, truthfully
That no matter how many times I washed my sheets
I would catch the scent of him at 3:45 am, sometimes
Or hear his faint tapping on my window
When it’s really just, my imagination
That she’ll spend months waiting for him to text her
Call her, email her, think of her
When really he’s lying in bed with another women but she refuses
To believe that it’s over
Or how my heart still aches, just a little
When I hear he asked about me
Or that he can no longer say my name out loud to our mutual friends
Could I muster up the courage to explain to her
That it took me 2 years, 3 months, and 16 days to realize
The ugliness of being pathetic
It was time to rise up and take the lead
Time to forget all romantic casualties
It’s only yesterday that I found myself straining to remember
His faults, forgetting the man and only remembering the hero
How could I break her heart for the second time by telling her
The truth?
She stood there patiently waiting for me
To pull a metaphor out of a hat, something poetic
Comforting, beautiful, reassuring
I see myself in her
Wanting people to lie to us to see the Zen in ourselves
It’s like we’re all in the same play with the same roles but different names
It takes time for each actor to fulfill the destiny
Others emphasize while others downplay
Moments in time
A moment in time
That cannot be erased
A memory etched
That won't be replaced
That night I won't forget
And will treasure it forever
To be in your presence
Is a gift I will part with never
I dreamed of this day
For oh so many years
And thought for sure
I would be reduced to tears
And have no words in me
To muster up the strength to say
I would be a puddle
And would have all words locked away
But when I got up to you
And you looked to me with those eyes
I felt so comforted and safe
And in that moment I began to realize
That I could speak to you
And get out what I felt inside
It came out so clear and calmly
And I didn't feel the need to hide
In the back of the crowd
Or remain silent while you there
I simply felt so blessed
And like you were the answer to a prayer
That I might have the chance
Just one chance so divine and real
To tell you all the things you have done for me
And the way you have made me feel
And then I got a picture
Which was all I ever hoped for
I couldn't believe it at all
It was everything I wanted and so much more
You took the opportunity
To talk to all of us and let us tell you our story
You then took time to walk with us
And made this night so full of glory
We never thought you would walk
With us down the street
This was so much more amazing
What a way to meet
The one who has inspired us for so long
And given us way more than we could explain
We have loved you for so long
And that love will always remain
Because you showed so much generosity
And beauty and touched us to the core
You gave us such a wonderful memory
That we truly could not ask for more
In this life ever
Beacuse we got the chance to meet you
But you took it beyond the call
You gave us more than we ever bargained for
And we are so grateful for it all
If we could replay the moment over
We would rewind it again and again
Its one of those moments we will cherish
Until our lifetime's end
Pray, I know, I feel it, I sense it
The intuition which is mightier than my wit
Tweets it to my mind
And I just trust it
As it holds the same power
As a walking stick would, to a blind,
Pray, i just know that about me
And about all the others you do ponder!
See, you do care solely to see that which you choose
The bright smile which makes us all lovelier than a rose
The glamour which bids us all to fly high on ecstatic clouds
And of course, the cause for which we do sound our bells loud!
And I just know, that, behind your gentle facet
You do let unfold, about us, a doomed ballet!
Why, does it even matter
If we are lovers or mere philosophers?
Does it be a cause of bother
As to bring up a tsunami in your flowing river?
Pray, know that the world is made of difference of all sorts
Know that to judge others is a virus easily caught
Know that you can be immune to such an infection
All it requires is to be able to muster up, in you, an introspection!
See the world as it is, a revolving mess upon its own confusion
See yourself as a particle of dust, made of mysterious concoction
See your being as being devoid of meaning
For the life you live is a lie,
Meant someday to be treated as would be an abortion!
Upon it, souls tread, carrying dutifully their own burden
Even if they know that their existence remains as that of the fly
Fickle and uncertainly driven
So much that easily and without warning
They do become, faced with Death, downfallen!
Why, in such a world, tell me, brother or sister
Tell me,
Is it worth wasting your time lost in hatred
Or lost in creating a judgemental corner
Where you do spit out your rancour
Causing you to feel, about yourself, illbred?
Tell me,
Pray, is it not better
To smile, so totally intoxicated
By the birth of stars in your own essence,
To love, so totally moved
By the warmth you feel
When you do share this essence
And to hold each and everyone
In a bond as strong as steel?
4th Dec 2017
For Contest Judgmental People And Haters
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
The sun rises yet again,
And with it another battle to begin.
The dark star lit skies has not treated me well,
Torturing my mind with memories of times I fell.
The morning rays chase away the stories of discouragement,
Leaving only new demons without empathy or sentiment.
These burdens tax my body and weigh heavy on my mind.
Iron clamps of despair keep me in it's bind.
The war rages between loud cries of giving up and the rebel whisper of never.
The trenches leave me beaten and scared, hoping and praying it gets better.
Spilling my heart and soul through this pen,
Hoping my fractured world to finally mend.
The blows knock the air out of lungs, stopping the clocks mid-chime.
Emotions streaming down my face as I collapse for the last time.
Is this where I give up roll over and die?
Has the fuel for my fight finally run dry?
I muster up my last shred of strength an let out a loud cry,
The desperation fills my corpse as my soul reaches for the sky.
I scream at the struggles I can't physically attack,
The growls finally leave my vocal cords torn and taxed.
I retreat to my inner sanctuary to a place where the demons cannot reach.
I listen to courage, faith, hope and all they preach.
They pick me up, dusting me off begging me to try once more.
Return to my reality of bone and blood I am different then before.
These demons clever lies finally become evident fallacies,
Made up evils of horrid fantasies.
As my hands tremble, knees buckle and my arms feel short of strength, I stand,
I pile up my burdens on my back and set my footing on solid land.
To think this path would be easy was insane,
I now know what it is to know pain.
But through my struggle knowledge I gain.
How to manage the pain and work through the strain.
So I will work those arms, stretch out these legs and open those naive eyes and finally live,
Stand tall without apologies, and without any complaint to give.
Victorious I will be when the final page is read,
For my feet will not stumble again on this path that I tread.
Form:
I see you
The way i've always seen you
Smiling, styling, steady watching
Goosebumps running down my arms
Knowing what this could be
That smile of yours never losing effect
Always hitting in all the right spots
Let's not even talk about the way you strut
Confident strong sexy black man that you are
It makes me think of indecent things
Of my hands running and never returning
After touching some things
Watching U from afar happens
To be my favorite way to pass time
I must muster up some balls
and bounce because here in this
state I will always be invisable
to you
and that's not what I want
or need
I want you in myspace
Entertaining me
U betta show sum respect
Cause i'm the host of this shing dig
Please me and vice versa
I can give you what you need
Your girl has no idea
What i'm capable of
In fact she doesn't need to see
This could be just between U and me
I'm ready to fall into a wave of your
White sheets
What better reason do U need?
I feel if you want to steal my limelight
then you had best learn to rhyme tight,
and double up your rhyme with each line
like mine so that I might feel the fright,
decline and beeline from your sight.
Live your life in the shadows
far away from the meadows
and only move slightly so
your world doesnt crumble.
Just sit in your bubble and wallow
and mumble afraid to rumble
this phenom for the trouble.
You've the chance of a bumble bee
that's been detached from its stinger and wings,
whinging in pain towards the fat lady that sings.
Nearing the finish line in less than a minutes time,
sliding from the peak and unable to climb,
beaten down in shock by my sublime
and superbly well crafted rhyme.
You can repeatedly attempt to try to call my bluff
but you cannot sit in my seat or out do my stuff
because I'll treat you rough and smack the puff
out of your cheeks thus causing you to fluff
words you seek, weak without enough.
I'm the Trim Reaper, I creep,
I'll push you down until you creek,
and become to weak,
to move or even speak,
I'll allow your slow retreat,
as the tears begin to leak,
I'll beat out the next beat
as I beat and defeat on repeat.
Kings fumble their crown
in a blink of the eye,
and fall down earth bound
from way up in the sky,
because they cannot thrive,
not while I am alive,
best to give up then hide
and silence crying eyes.
Musk it you must as the dusk hides the dust,
because you can't muster up or adjust
and prove that you've got enough groove
to remove me when you're busted with no thrust
to remove me or leave me stationed to rust.
Trust me I'll turn your talent crusty abruptly
then move heaven and hell above me.
My desire will not tire as the fire transpires up high,
all eyes on me to see the majestic Phoenix rise.
A presence out of this world like the Phoenix lights,
this sentence wields the last words seen in this write.
Morning
The doctor called the next man in
And offered him a chair
Observing him in silence
As he wrestled with despair.
A minute passed before they spoke
And when he raised his head
With tearful eyes he whispered that
He wished that he was dead.
"Those tides wave back and beckon me
When I walk along the sand.
I gave up life at sea and now
I’m all at sea on land.
I used to be a real man
And was never mocked before.
I hide each day inside my shell.
With no 'porpoise' anymore.
Rules of logic don’t exist
In the world I live in now.
I really want to help myself
But sadly don’t know how.
I planned to study back at school
But admit I didn’t go.
Schools of whales and schools of fish
Are the only schools I know."
The doctor was the best in town
And knew her patient well.
She agreed to medication
And support throughout his hell.
She also gazed towards the stars
To muster up some hope
And helped him try to help himself
In ways that he might cope.
Noon
The man returned to clinic
Sounding cheerful as he said:
“Thank you I'm much better
You have helped me clear my head!
Your input worked! I’m feeling well!
I'm off to sea tonight!”
The doctor sat back in her chair
As things did not feel right..
Night
He watched the lobsters from the sea
Dance on the croquet green
Then came around in hospital
From what felt like a dream.
Later That Night
Half-awake and half asleep
With the doctor near his side
He learnt he’d tried to end it all
And very nearly died.
"A nurse agreed to follow you
And then pulled you from the sea.
He was acting on instructions
From a plan set down by me.
Your cheeriness was rooted
In your plans to take your life;
I sensed this during clinic
As your doctor - and ex-wife."