demetri-kirkland
American
I am a kewl military brat from everywhere. I am a follower of Christ, I'd really rather be close to him. I really dig singing, songwriting, poetry, writing, and many other things in the arts, and I really admire other people gifted in those areas, i'm still learning lots about music and my purpose in it. I'm in my senior year at the great Bethune-Cookman University in Daytona Beach, FL. I'm a music education major, i've marched with the P.R.I.D.E. of B-CU for 2 years, and played 1st and 2nd Clarinet in the University's top Symphonic Ensemble for 3 years. I like to laugh and be carefree. I also like corny and cheesy jokes. I'm generally off-beat, quirky, kinda odd, I call it peculiar. Music is my passion and I can't see me without it. I aspire to be a songwriter, composer, producer, writer, poet, teacher, artist, and businessman.
This morning
I fell awake
To my stomach running
Scared
With shoes made of worry
Again
So I reached down my throat
To scrape every shoe
Off of my tender insides
When I felt one
I snatched it out
Confidently
Seeing that it wasn't a shoe
But advice
To my feet.
Jan 24, 2011
Jan 24, 2011 at 2:05 PM UTC
The world can see them
We’re all peeping toms
We get off on their P.D.A.
How he cups her in his palms
He kisses her nervous lips
And she wails with each touch
She loves how he touches her
She swoons to his firm clutch
They’re on full display
A real live *** tape
They put on a show for us perverts
He’s all over her curvy shape
Watch him grab her golden thigh
Listen to her soulful shouts
The quiver in her tone says she likes it
The people like it even more, no doubt
They’ve made themselves infamous
Cause we like to hear her moan
The man and his girl are devoted
A musician and his saxophone
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 9:56 PM UTC
I'm waiting on my number
the lucky thirteen,
that's when i'll hit it big
and be gone from this scene.
I've got lots of talent
and it won't be much longer,
till 13 O'Clock strikes
then i'll be much stronger.
So far it hasn't come yet
the opportunity does get near,
and it always get's so close
but it never actually gets here.
Thats okay though
my moment's around the corner,
it'll be any day now
it's getting warmer and warmer.
I could make my move now
but that wouldn't be smart,
I gotta wait for that thirteen
the perfect time for me to start.
Good luck to everyone
making risky moves now,
I'm waiting for the jackpot
Don't know when or how.
So 13 O' Clock
success is where I need to be,
you've never been out before
but time to come around...for me.
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 9:51 PM UTC
Attracted to the light like a moth
you looked just like the real thing,
my redeemer in the radiant flesh
i came out of the darkness like a goth.
After having been under your light for a while
the light doesn't illuminate like it did,
and it doesn't look that attractive anymore
my fashion trend slowly going out of style.
I spend more energy looking for the light now
the thing that attracted me to you
the thing that made you special in the beginning
is looking plain annoying and trite now.
You could have just been an artificial light
a stumbling block of a lesson
a reason to wear shades in the future
simply blinded by something bright.
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 9:49 PM UTC
BOOM!
The beat ripples down my spine
And shakes my knees till they tingle like raw nerves
That’s when I realize that the music is mine
So every accolade I get I deserve
I mastermind the young Frankenstien
But over the speakers it has a life of its own
It punishes every soul it can find
It even trances me into a zone
It commits ****** so I’m charged with the crime
1st degree for killing everything out right now
That’s the only proper rating in my mind
Since 1st place is the only thing I’ll allow
Hopefully when I’m ready I’ll get the sign
To tame my monster of a sound
Until then keep grooving till your energy winds
And your heart drums its last pound
BOOM!
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 9:48 PM UTC
Sinking my mouth and my happiness into this grapefruit reminds me of when I didn’t like them so much, with their jarring, acquired taste.
So misunderstood was I, since I now let his underrated juices drip down my 22 year-old cheeks.
I wonder how many walk past him for his more accessible brother, and other flavors so well-known.
I wonder what kind of role he plays in the thoughts of his colleagues.
A strange citrus with complex flavors they care not to taste.
I bet they find him arrogant, and too serious to break their inner circle.
They probably think his foreign blood would taint their personalities.
They don’t talk to him, I bet.
Schizophrenic gestures and paint-flavored greetings sum the daily conversations.
Maybe they assume that the least of their efforts might strike them fancy; make them seem nice and that I would think of them as wonderful and beautiful people.
Me and these flavors would never understand why you stand across the room and analyze me.
Me and these flavors would never understand why you wouldn’t want to indulge yourself in what you don’t understand, since you’re a scholar and all.
I would never get your issue.
I keep taking bites of this grapefruit; curious to know if your Christianity means more than your gender.
I imagine the scenario of you getting to know these flavors, and experiencing me with bliss and approval on your sleeve.
I imagine having a friend, that I don’t have to worry about scaring with all that I bring to the table, and all I choose to keep off of it.
I imagine you abandoning your opinions and assumptions and apprehensions about me, letting them seep down the importance of your uniform, and getting to know the God that you swear lives in all of us citrus fruit.
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 9:45 PM UTC
I can see the truth in the horizon
And it doesn’t look very happy
I know it cause it reeks of doom
And charges to attack me
My virginity is jeopardized
I’ve been a lie all these years
If I was smarter than yesterday
I could’ve avoided these fears
Spring cleaning has suddenly come
And it woke up my nightmares
Everyone feels the disappointed
Now it’s time for my share
It’s the fist of Goliath
The sharp sting of a backhand
The anticipation hurt like the verdict
I've had *** with a man
Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 7:01 PM UTC
It’s the lie of passive anger
The belief in blissful loss,
False desires of imperfection
They all really want the gloss.
Give the apology after the ******
The political game is intact,
It always hurts when you’re lied to
Even worse watching the act.
Who puts a baby in the trash
To forget about their troubles,
Who really trusts the husband
Who has a body double.
As crazy as Tom Cruise
Dynamic like white paint,
It’s a fact till it's false
True motives behind the saint.
Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 6:59 PM UTC
It doesn’t take glasses to see
It’s not the best season to be a man,
The most exhilarating heartbreak
To be your only fan.
Jack Daniels doesn’t lie
It so lonely at the top,
Suicide calling from the bottom
Just waiting for my drop.
No one cares if I’m smart
They only care if I’m useful,
Time even breaks that belief
When I’m no longer youthful.
Today I should make a pledge
I wont write for the fame,
Too bad yesterday kept the promise
But tomorrow doesn’t do the same.
Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 6:58 PM UTC
The anger felt so good
i wasn’t sure
until yesterday told me
he was the cure.
A me unlike me
the stuff of nightmares
backed into a corner
not a single care.
An interesting failure
to lose my cool
the most homemade sin
to act a complete fool.
Calm and collected
till reality threw a surprise
i knew about my alter
but I didn’t know his size
Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 6:57 PM UTC