Poetry your words flow with rhyme
it slowly passes time
Sometimes your meanings are as deep as the sea
other times it’s all about what I can see
You hide your presence in words
Making your intentions blurred
You tend to please everyone in different ways
For me, you bring out every trouble I hid for days
Poetry complex to me
Yet so simple are thee
You have saved me countless times before
I live another day as each stanza grow
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
So, you’re from Africa?”
“Yes, I am.”
“When did you come to the United States?”
“In 2007.”
“Cool, so did you see any lions?”
“Yes. At the Zoo.”
“Did you have running water?”
“Yes. So much so that I was forced to take a shower every night.”
“Did you have electricity?”
“Yes, I almost got electrocuted once.”
“Did you go to School?”
“Wish I didn't. Every weekday at 8 I was there.”
“Then, do you speak African?”
“…. No. As talented as I'm not good enough to speak an entire continent worth of languages. I mean do you speak North American?”
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
Little jimmy was curious and nosy
His cheeks were fat and rosy
He always had to find out why
One way or another or he would cry
This made his mother angry
If it was YOUR things he broke you would agree
It was a hot summer day and little jimmy was lounging on the floor
His brother watched the dog, the dog watched jimmy and jimmy stared at the door
Through the door his mother came grunting in
When his mother grunted, there was always things she would bring
She told his brother to get the rest of the bags from the car
On his last trip, he brought in a box black as tar
What could this little box be? Could it move? where would it go?
Jimmy just had to know
His mother told Jimmy that the radio was not a toy
If Jimmy touched it he would be a bad boy
Jimmy wanted so desperately to know what made the radio talk
He failed many times till he learned to walk
Now he could go as he please
He could track down the radio with ease.
He found the lradio on the counter in the kitchen
Using his stool he climbed up to listen
He thought there must be little people singing in there
He needed a way to get them out here
He opened the top but still they would no show
Irritated and impatient he started to grow
He had to force them out
to get what he sought
But fate always has a twist
With just a flick of the wrist
A loud bang filled the house
He knew what he did deserved no applause
His brother ran in fearing what harm he brought to himself
All he saw was the radio removed from the shelf
Disappointed and sad jimmy sang his own song
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 1:41 PM UTC
The love that we sought
Was a curse destined to end
With nothing but hate
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 1:56 AM UTC
I was a lost boy,
Who wished upon a star for his prince
You woke me up from my lifeless slumber,
You make me wish for tomorrow,
You turned me into a real boy
You helped me find my heart,
You made me long for more
You brought back my voice
I left my world for you,
You became my world
You were my knight in shiny armor
You unfroze my heart
You tore off my mask
And broke my disguise
You give me strength
And brought me back from the depths of hades
You had my love... But she had yours.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
I'm your sunshine
Its my duty to wake you from your void
To warm your heart in its icy prison
I bring you new beginnings, a hopeful future
I'm your moon
I'm bound to you by a force greater then us
I'm your light when all you see is darkness
I keep you company when no one is there.
I'm there even when you only see rainbows and sunshine and not me.
I'll always be your moonlight...
As long as you dream of the future by my light
I can live with my dark side.
I shine bright on the outside but my I'm burned out inside
My heart just gaseous, my words unfilled
I don't have a sun, I don't dream by moonlight
I Shed tears that just evaporate
My void grows bigger by the day
My heart burns hotter by the night
My light dims by the hour,
Each day you drift away, each night you dream by another light,
You drift away
And with you goes my purpose,
Unneeded and taken for granted
I go through the motions
Awaiting the end
When my heart burns out
When my life freezes in the darkness
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC
Compared to a lot of things around me.
I come from a different world, a world within their world.
A third world.
I come from struggles
From contentment
Wonky neighbors, communities, and families.
I’m a result of conflicts.
Of trivial desires and strong feelings.
Of a moment.
I originate from peaceful sights on Golden Beach
From bustling streets with peculiar smells
Sweltering summers and rain invested winters
I originate from Red, White and Blue.
From the lone star.
I am the effect of hard work.
Of a fighter
A single mother.
The repercussion of strict rules.
Respect branded in me
Obedience molds my body.
I am an original stereotype, insanely mindful.
I strive to forge new roads.
I am conventionally unconventional
I walk the unpaved jungle lighting my own way.
No matter where I go
There’s one thing I’ll always for sure know
I come from a different world.
A world within their world, a third world.
I will always have arms to return.
A culture that is my own.
A sense of self that is me.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
I am a dreamer and a wonderer
I wonder about the future, always coming but never reaching
I hear nothing as I sit silently waiting
The future growing nearer and nearer
I see my dreams in my hands, but always escaping
I want to know what I am to be, and to do
For I am a dreamer and a wonderer
I pretend to know, to feel, to see it
I feel lost, don’t know who I am, like a nameless ship
I touch the world, people, myself yet
I worry, will I be remembered, be loved
I cry for the future, wondering what’s to come
For I am a dreamer and a wonderer
I try to rush, to grow up faster than time permits
I understand the wait,
Time is masterless
I say only time will tell, still
I dream of the future grasping for it
for I am a dreamer and a wonderer
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
When people say that life is full of surprises I thought I knew what they meant
Like instead of getting that new bike you get a scooter whose handle is bent
Or instead of marrying your high school crush you spend the rest of your days with you best friend.
Yeah he figured they meant just simple things like that.
But life is full of surprises
Ones that turns over your life
That changes
Everything
Life changes as fast as the tides
Something you struggle just to stay afloat instead of enjoying the ride
For years he struggled to stay afloat.
His mother once told him she will try her best to support whatever he handed his heart.
He was way ahead in planning for the future. He would have a wife whose presence would always put a smile on his face despite his day. He would have four kids just as his mother and father.
If he had done Lady Luck enough favors one of those sets would be twins. Two boys two girls, the perfect family for him.
But life is full of surprises
Ones that blind and *******
That changes
Everything
His small world was colored red. His favorite color, one he knew how to handle it. His love, whomever she was would come to him in the brightest of red, a crimson goddess at dusk.
His world was bathed in red and he loved it.
But life is full of surprises
Tumbling and shifting tides
That changes
Everything
His eyes that only saw a familiar red now also saw an impeding menacing blue.
A blue whose existence only brought calamity
Whose existence he shunned and tried to bury; yet the more he tried the wilder it got.
It crept from his left eye up to his left brain even down to his left toes.
His world no longer painted only in his beloved red. Now he saw two sides to the world. His little world now had unexplored areas.
He thought they just meant simple things
But his life was no longer simple
He was taught that we should live with red
The red of the only son of God that was spilled.
But his red was tainted.
Confused and scared he prayed
Night after night
Hoping for his world to be purified
Weeks after weeks he prayed
Asking to rid himself of the impure blue
Months after months
He cried for a solution, a sign for who he should be
Years after years, his tears joined leagues with the Nile.
His blue was a sin he could not rid himself of.
His blue was a sin that made him the father's son
A sin that drew them together.
Again he prayed for a sign that he would still be accepted. With his blue and all.
Life is full of surprises
Ones that turns your world over
One that unknowingly
Reveal who you are.
Surprises you can’t hide nor run from
Yes we are to live with red that he spilled for us, but we can also live with the blue that dripped down his mournful face.
The blue that was shed for him to come back when he drifted away.
His decision justified by the sign
The sign that has given him the courage to open his heart to the blue.
To his blue world.
He lives in a world bathed in red and blue, one world two sides
A world he has yet to share.
Whose secrets he has yet to uncover.
A world that doesn't give his heart a chance to rest.
He knows life is full of surprises
Ones that make you rethink how well you know yourself
Ones that bring storms
But after every storm there's a rainbow.
He learned to love whatever his tie dyed world throws at him.
His dreams still the same
Only difference are the characters who will be cast.
So he asked his mother once more
“Would truly love Whatever I give my heart to?”
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 8:19 PM UTC
I am an Ink pen
In the guidance of someone skilled I can create amazing things
Solve difficult problems, even make the future.
My hard work, blood sweat and tears roll on the paper
Whatever I do will leave a mark.
I strive to make bold lines and make it easy writing for the hands that push me in the right directions.
I am an Ink pen that can erase.
My mistakes will leave a mark, but I won’t let them take up anymore room on my page.
I leave marks that could stand the tests of time, but with just a thought make them unknown
I am an Ink pen
I write to be read and heard not to please.
I will write a piece that’ll last through time etched in this small piece of paper I am given.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 2:36 PM UTC