Long Tetris Poems
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Once upon then when he was young,
He thought he was the best of the lot,
Better than all of the other folks there,
That he’d achieve all that he wants,
He was the best driver on any four wheels,
He could Scrabble like a champion at home,
And draw a good picture of mountains and trees,
And out-Tetris the Tetris alone,
Until, one day, he ventured out of his home,
Far from the small town he was raised,
And met a sports driver cooler than cool,
Whose driving put him in the shade,
And a master of art, with a brush in their hand,
Painted mountains as free as a bird,
And a computer savvy teen professional player,
Who served him up like dessert,
Once upon then when he was young,
He mistakenly thought he was the best,
Until he met the actual talented folks,
And he realized he was just like the rest.
What's it like to get what makes you feel whole, not even whole jus gives you a reason to live? Gives you a season to look forward to. No expectations held at all. That door was closed at the beginning. No way I could find a person who has as much as me to give.
Simple communication token as pressure or prying that only starts confusion and anxiety. Presence meant as affection not knowing what to say or do to not trigger something I had nothing to do with, really makes me question sobriety.
Hiding emotions, forced to believe words over actions, pouring until I'm empty, and only receiving confirmation when given first. Battles fought, scares remembered, hell is found when the peace you seek demands obedience and silence to the point you want to burst.
I'm an example of a bad example. I'm nobody that you wanna be, cause the world is afraid of me. I never rely on my sanity, I threw it away and created the monster that has your attention today. I'm so hidden and you're never gonna see.
"Don't overthink so much!" "If there is a problem I will say something!" "Stop asking me so many questions!" "Every guy I have been with hit or yelled at me." "I'm not use to being treated so well." You are perfect the way you are. I will treat you as my Queen the way you deserve.
My mind is a cell. No one to talk to, no way to vent with constructive criticism. My thoughts run and the voices tell ghost stories they convince me are real. My personality is lacking. My attitude reflects my internal conflicts. It's either the best possible way or the world is gonna end and we are all gonna die. I can't find a middle, I can't find a way out of my self-built prison.
You don't know my story. No one knows my story. I'm in this life by myself full of worry. You think you know about me. people think they know about me. Everyone assumes. They ask no questions; they conduct no investigations. Going nowhere in a hurry.
What's it like to be wanted? To be chosen and showed. What's it like to not guess what you mean to others? I thought I knew at one time. I thought I found it this time. Found out I'm playing tetris with a losing code.
I used to fantasise about gangsters,
A bad guy who would change for me.
The movie industry told me, the music videos and news stories.
Men acting like children or women dancing like trash, those were my options.
A young Dancer, trying to experience culture that was growing and never stopping.
A young girl from a comfortable culture, new and made of many.
Running from her own but false ideals of authenticity and creativity, constantly played to me.
Processed my grief as a young one, listening to music that was meant to keep me poor.
Promised the artists abundance and left them soulless and sore.
I was in IIn LA in 2015, on skid row, overwhelmed with what to feel.
Standing with William, 17, an ex singer in the church I was giving with... Who had just finished a drug deal.
He told me he could sing, I dared him in my naivity.
He belted Amazing Grace at the top of his lungs, his sound vibrated through the city.
Walked along Hollywood boulevard the next week, stayed in Beverley Hills.
Did no one ing see this from my tour group?
No dots connecting? How are you sleeping still?
Clung onto appropriation as a way to honour what I always knew,
Though grew to disown and rebuke the influences that stuck with me while I grew.
False masculinity, femininity, the furthest from the healthy woman I wanted to be.
Expected to speak on and shake my appendages,
Overload my expenses and for fun, poison my mind.
Young white girls throwing gun hands and popping for thousands, creeps watching, satisfied.
Not advocating for anything, just other appropriators at the desk.
Ticking boxes, discussing talent, deciding who's less.
Sequins and pigtails, thigh slapping and Tik Toks...
I can no longer identify with mainstream competition dance tetris, which is facaded as Hip Hop.
The woman at the shelter with 7 kids
I felt blessed in my mess
My infant won’t remember this
Her kids were cute from 10 to 2
Pitter patter a stepping ladder
How she loved on them swooned
The shelter gave her a few carts
They made do with those few
Sleeping was a Tetris game of art
I remember how cold it was
We huddle and cuddle
Warming our children with love
Watching like a hawk at lights off
Such a place often not safe
From two legged predators that walk
I told myself never will I share the story
Forget you’re here dry your tears
But trial to triumph God gives glory
I wonder about that woman still
Did her kids remember it
The cots the situation the chill
Instead of keeping it a silver secret
Told my son what was done
Hoping he won’t ever repeat it need it
Thank you for the heavenly volunteers
Working there donating care
I remember after all these years happy tears
Tetris colors shine between the blocks of life
Building blocks of rainbows interlocking light
Odd shapes connect to speedy geometric streets
On candy corners where stop signs sit in red and white
Hang out where parades really matter to the kids
Turned inside out and backwards in these matters
Sounds of churned machinery fade fast away
People turn out with pop corn freshly popped
Melt away their problems by looking up
Melted butter and caramel taffy stop the traffic
Pins and needles are not needed for balloons today
Twisted in the sidewalk cracks is last years bubble gum
There is no time for that as children scream and whistle
Cotton clouds drift by, hung from above the playing fields
All dressed up in white and love
You better jump in a save me or toss me a life boat
For I’m at an unfortunate depth and I cannot swim
And unexpectedly you have me confused with the other him
Don’t play me, don’t play me, don’t play me
Why don’t you let me in
Or I’ll sleep beneath the trees
In the lovely pines of sin
I’d tell you not to worry but
For fear that you probably won't
I've got my suitcase
From the Phoenix Underground to the Bemidji streets
From the Blue Moon Saloon to the empty seats of Coda
I’m back and forth against this wind
Walking shaded in the face of the sun
Ten minutes and I’m all done
Your Purgatory lies beneath me
And I’m not catholic
So until warm weather beseech me
So I’m tiptoeing on icees
JP sings and he techno’s
I fail to empty bottles or simply let go
Media masses murder for the public’s interest
She insist that I wear a girdle
When I’m jig-sawing or playing Tetris
Rain falls
Shame calls
Looks like we’ll drag Marla
Up and down the malls
Your purgatory lies beneath me
And I’m not catholic
So I’m tiptoeing on icees
Until warm weather beseech me
Lately the future’s freaked me out
I’m indoors, she’s beneath the clouds
I figure there’s no escaping this
Awkward ending that we so often miss
Days seem to swim through time
Better than I tread the rivers
A nickel, a silver, a pint, a pitcher
And there goes my liver
You better jump in a save me or toss me a life boat
For I’m at an unfortunate depth and I cannot swim
And unexpectedly you have me confused with the other him
Don’t play me, don’t play me, don’t play me