Long Rejections Poems
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Dimness showers over the whole time
It's time... to leave
It's time... to believe
I am gone...I am left behind
only to find
your shadows...shaded beneath
you are gone....destined to die
I was there once upon a time,
lying in despair...looking up at the beautiful sky
only to say my last goodbye
to your
shadows...
it shows your sickening reflections
it shows
your tear-jerking rejections
dimness shows in your face
I can't keep pace...I can't find a place...
to rest...I'm trying my best
to forget your
shadows...reflections
I lay in darkness
drenched in tears that only reflect your reflections...
your sorrow beckons
I chase after
your shadows...your reflections...
I said my last goodbye
Can you accept it?
Or would you do me a favor,
and find another place to
recollect yourself?
Rescue us
From the dangerous
Sea of blasphemy
Free me for an eternity
We’re in the same bus
From start to finish
Hush now, don’t fuss
I am far from selfish
It’s dangerous, your anguish
It’s dangerous, you languish
It’s dangerous, you don’t care
It’s dangerous, it’s not at all fair
It’s dangerous, you don’t care
About us…about us…about us
Anymore, anymore…shadows between us
Oceans between us
Rivers between us
Reflections of rejections
Never cured our infections
It’s dangerous to let go
It’s dangerous to hold it all in
Unscrew us
From this dangerous
Black hole in space
Embrace me just in case
We’re in the same bus
From start to finish
Hush now, don’t fuss
I am far from selfish
It’s dangerous, your anguish
It’s dangerous, you languish
It’s dangerous, you don’t care
It’s dangerous, it’s not at all fair
It’s dangerous, you don’t care
About us…about us…about us
Anymore, anymore…shadows between us
Oceans between us
Rivers between us
Reflections of rejections
Never cured our infections
It’s dangerous to let go
It’s dangerous to hold it all in
It’s dangerous
To win this race of disgrace
It’s dangerous
To begin our endings without a trace
We’re in the same bus
From start to finish
Hush now, don’t fuss
I am far from selfish
It’s dangerous, your anguish
It’s dangerous, you languish
It’s dangerous, you don’t care
It’s dangerous, it’s not at all fair
It’s dangerous, you don’t care
About us…about us…about us
Anymore, anymore…shadows between us
Oceans between us
Rivers between us
Reflections of rejections
Never cured our infections
It’s dangerous to let go
It’s dangerous to hold it all in
End me to begin you
Mend me from my rue
I tend to go crazy sometimes
I’m as useless as rusty dimes
Deny the lies
Remember the cries that I utter
I fear this...I fear that
Someone will eavesdrop
And deny those implicit lies
They don't see it
They won't believe it
I can't hide my confessions
My bones are no longer fit to fight
If you only knew what kind of rejections
I face every day
Now this world has turned away
Deny these filthy lies
Don't creep in on them
No one told me you were leaving
Stricken by words
Crippled by your powerless passions
You will never know
I have been tripped with your outbursts
Don't bother...leave me in the dust
You must
Return with all the hope you have left
Yet there's a feeling of betrayal
Your face is awfully pale
Disguise as a defender
Don't be embraced by vultures
Run as you can...
Toil and misery is waiting beneath your bed with lacking, misleading eyes
Greed is rushing through me...your innocent...you could defend yourself
I am angry and torn by discernment
Deny the lies
It's almost like a crooked radio repeating a verse that's dragging
Do you realize it is a reaction
That separated
The truth and twisted it into violence
Acid is crawling side to side
Get ready to collide
I am wrapped in dripping lies
Deny this...I told you so
Enraptured deadness
Sweeps upon a destroyed village
We can explore it
It would be unreal
We don't have to pay a deal
I hear your cries
But I can't help but remind you
Deny the lies
Though life's a trampled street
Deny the lies
Diary written within the mind of experiences
Instances with boundaries
The fears within
The Black Man being the Center Man
Spotlight and focus
Acceptances and rejections
Battling the world as if in the military
Times of tears
Being the Black Man meant
Is the world ready to handle to connect
Introspective
Knowing the Black Man will always be a Black Man
Prepared in all circumstances and situations
Compromise but will never surrender
The Black Man Principle
Complexity and Official
Black Man feelings
Unassured and lack confident
A world that doesn’t understand, but label the Blackman’s role
Assertive when needing to be
Black and Brown color trait
Racism high society
The Diary
Black Man
Survival
Commitment and Responsibility
Black Men are taking their place.
It's what I do best,
doing whatever it is,
alone.
Not having to worry about
interfering with other people.
No one needs to go out of their
way for me.
Yet I seem to have people
ask, "why?".
I ask, "why not?"
Some ask me why do I not
offer others,
invite them to what I do.
The sad truth is,
I do.
I am cancelled on,
blatantly ignored,
given every excuse
imaginable.
Then I end up doing what
I planned to do,
alone.
Why must I create heartache
when none is needed?
Why must I get hopes up
of people wanting to spend
time with me?
Why should I ask people
when all I get is a "No....."?"
Why spend one more second
thinking about the countless
number of rejections I receive?
Maybe this is why I prefer
my solo act.
Strange sedition moves in silence,
cloaked in artificial green,
a painted smile that hides the sting.
Some ask with twisted curiosity,
“Where are you from?”
Others slip away, eyes averted,
finding excuses to keep distance,
though your face is harmless, open.
There are those who pull back deliberately,
carving out space, quickening their steps
a quiet theater of unspoken pride.
It steals the innocence of childhood,
brings endless loss,
miscarriages of justice,
countless favors granted to others,
spiteful glances, open put-downs,
strange stares that twist what nature made.
The sun that warmed my skin
taught me to shine in my own light.
I do not envy you in your cold.
The spite comes in waves,
unprovoked jeers and insults,
at work, on the bus,
in crowded malls,
inside elevators,
in sideways looks and hesitant rejections.
even in church, the brief pause,
the subtle exclusion on sacred ground.
We see it clearly, watching in silence.
Sometimes it’s too obvious
the quiet favoritism, the “us first,”
you last, or simply erased.
The way they say “minority” or “others,”
as if the words could shrink a person,
make us less human.
I am African, not minority, not other.
We recognize these sorting games.
In civility we often let it pass,
holding onto deeper knowing.
This body is only a temporary shell,
already fading.
We are not inferior.
We are not a threat.
We are beautiful.
We observe.
We laugh at the smallness of these minds.
And when the true maker of colors
finally snaps the chains of twisted justice,
then you will understand:
we are all just travelers here.
I OPENED A DOOR
IN THE UNIVERSE ,
TO WHAT IS KNOWN AS ,
CHOICES OF LAND.
UNLIMITED CHOICES ,
THAT I COULD SIMPLY DEMAND.
A SPACE , WITHIN TIME ,
IS CONSIDERED A LAND.
POINTS OF INTEREST ,
WERE IN THE PALM OF MY HAND.
FOREVER GROWING ,
UNIVERSE OF TIME.
ENDLESS THOUGHTS ,
KEEP CROSSING MY MIND.
SO MANY SPACES ,
I REALIZE HOW BLIND
I REALLY AM ,
SEARCHING FOR SPACE
OR LAND , IN TIME.
UNKOWING AND KNOWING
TWO DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS.
IN BETWEEN ARE ENDLESS
REFLECTIONS.
WANTED , DESIRED EVEN REJECTIONS
THERE'S ARE PATHS TO BE TAKEN
THAT LEAD TO PROJECTIONS.
WHAT WE HAVE SEEN ,
WAS ONCE A PROJECTION
IN THIS LAND OF TIME
IT'S MEARLY REFLECTION.
INVERSE AND EXVERSE ,
DON'T BE MISLEAD
BOTH EXIST INSIDE OF OUR HEAD.
TIME IS SPACE,
MEASURED AND DISTANCED ,
STANDING STILL WITHOUT RESISTANCE.
SO HERE I STAND ,
WITH AN OPEN MIND ,
A PERMANANT FIXTURE ,
IN THE LAND OF TIME.
LIFE IS TIME ,
A MEAR PROJECTION ,
HOW WE ARE SEEN ,
IS SEEN AS REFLECTION.
THERE ARE HOLES IN TIMES ,
EXTRACTING REFLECTION ,
REDIRECTING ,
UNWORLDLY DIRECTIONS.
GOING FORWARE ,
MEANS LEAVING BEHIND.
RECORDED SCENES ,
IN THE LAND OF TIME...
MEMORIES ... IMAGINATIONS...
ARE THE FOUNDATIONS ,
OF THE LANDS OF TIME.
Michael E.Harris
04052025
I will sculpt the life of my dreams with tireless hands and a heart of flame,
regardless of the falls that lie in my path or the rejections that close doors,
even if time is sometimes against me, the wind of luck can change,
and my work, a river of unrelenting efforts, will shape destiny with patience.
Hard work is in my hands, and my steps are as constant as a river,
sometimes luck plays its role, running against my pace,
but no matter how many times I have to change the crumbling path,
in one way or another, I will reach my goal, a lighthouse in the distance.
I may not be the brightest among stars, but that doesn't mean I won't win,
what I lack in brilliance, I make up for with the fire deep in my soul,
and even if night falls late over my tired steps, I will rise,
I will run on paths that twist or break, but the dream remains, the goal is one.
I have been ignored, I have been doubted, left behind in many races,
but I never stopped showing up, even in silence or hidden places,
every "no" has strengthened me, every fall has sculpted my soul like a statue,
I don't need to be perfect, I just need to stay whole, to keep the essence alive.
Let the world move at its own pace, let the noise pass me by,
I walk with vision in my heart and storms born under my dark sky,
so laugh, doubt, walk away, I'm not here to earn your belief,
I'm here to write my own story, line by line, beyond pain and shadows.
Because one thing is certain, whether the days are harsh or clear as morning,
I will create the life of my dreams, with every step, with every unbroken breath.
Sometimes I feel like a castaway;
My sails and rudder in disarray-
A derelict floating past Cathay-
Then marooned on a shoal.
Other times I feel like a stowaway,
Secreted in some musty hideaway,
Watching the world change day by day
From a filthy porthole.
Sometimes I feel like a runaway.
All my pride’s been sanded away;
Hustling for food and somewhere to stay-
Some dark and dank bolt hole.
Other times I feel like I’ve gone astray,
That the best of me’s eroding away.
Dissipating misty yesterday
What’s left of my soul.
(Chorus)
I’d probably feel this way all the time,
If I didn’t come home with you.
Mornings would start with no sunshine,
If I didn’t wake up with you.
All the world’s imperfections,
Objections, and rejections,
Would drown me in dejection
If you weren’t the Copilot of my crew.
There've been time I've felt like I've gone astray.
Each tomorrow's still another day.
I still have time to change my way
To once more feel whole.
I don't have to be a runaway,
A castaway or a stowaway.
With your help I can find my way
And re-find my soul.
Soul Search Soul as my story is told the bone of my bone, my singing lullaby song in the dress of my flesh made this possible A story, the beginning the end, this caused the soul that once lived in adventure stayed in my mind my head, through pain, through love, through faith and also rejections, even through my fears praying that my soul will not live in tears. Give ear to my words o, Lord, consider my mediation, my king, my God unto thee, O Lord, do I lift up my soul, O my Lord, I trust in thee
Let me not be ashamed, let not my enemies triumph over me-yes! Let none that wait on thee be ashamed. Let them be ashamed that transgress without a cause. Shew me thy ways, O, Lord Teach me thy path Lead me in thy truth and teach me. For thy are the God of my salvation on thee do I wait all the day. Remember O Lord thy tender mercies and thy loving kindnesses for they have been ever of old. Remember not the sins of my youth nor my transgressions according to thy mercy remember thou me for goodness sake O Lord. My Soul depends on this. My soul prays for this. My soul always needs a friend. My soul watches my flesh grow old and wonders how long will we know the end when the bodies last breathe begins or the last dance be done in the mysteries of sacred time and sacred space where nothing is lost in the dance of the sacred waltz of eternal light joy peace life everlasting, preparations in the end be complete. No more the heart be troubled, neither will it be afraid!