And from those ashes I blew
Into a man formed like you
Flowing through his fingertips
The light of this world
And from his rib and by his side a helpmate
She will begin her journey
With him
Guided footsteps, never seen
By eye's of those who fail to
Believe!
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 7:23 PM UTC
You choose the path but lose your map
Forget to do the math, subtracting everything from you
Becomes your aftermath
You bathe in a bath filled with wrath
Brazing, burning desires all soaked into in your calves
Leaves your skin scorned from drying off with sandpaper
Bouts of depression, anxiety you fight everyday
Just to get up out of bed, feels like a tomb being lifted away
Mind, is tormented, wires disconnect
Finding who you are in a world of rejection
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 7:21 PM UTC
If you know me, then you know what I like
No dipping of the finger
For a quick taste or bite
I am with the frills and the lace
Many consider it to be in good taste
You may not like the pinks and pastel colors as much as me
Or the brightness of yellow sun dresses on a warm summer day
That's where we are different
And that's okay too
I am a fluttering butterfly and you
A proud cockatoo
That's why I do me and you do you!
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 12:10 PM UTC
They call me wimpy because I don't like fight
My muscles not as tone as a wrestlers body
Cute in the face, but not considered a hottie
Well, Iam a wimp
Ask those still here
Because I prefer schedules over random parties
Or is it I have order in my life that
You fail to make time for
Chaos and drama are not in my plans, humbleness keeps me real
Let the coolness of my calm persona, be a breeze for you and your drama
Happiness lives within me
I glide as though walking on clouds
Proud to be the wimp that I am!
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 12:07 PM UTC
I wonder why my poetry is different
I wonder why I cry at some verses and laugh on the inside at others
I wonder why it hurts me when I see others get beat
I wonder why my tears are clear and not colored
I wonder why Iam afraid of my sons to grow up
I wonder why my heart flutters, everytime one of them walks thru the door
I wonder why I can never truly say "goodbye" when leaving
I wonder why there is no loyalty in law
Is it because, I write from my pain and grieve my ancestors demise
Is it because my thoughts run so fast, that not even the paper can hold them
Is it because I know that raising a hand takes more strength than two arms to hug
Is it because my pain has no color or melanin
Is it because images of their future is unforseen at times
Could it be that you are happy to see them or just happy they are still alive
Is it because "goodbye" symbolizes ending and we still have so much to do
Is it because loyalty requires justice to be seen and heard
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 12:02 PM UTC
Deeper than the oceans sea caves
Heart-strings unattached, bleeding love into the words I speak
Giving more than just my thoughts
But passionate kisses of sweet memories blowing in the wind
Catch them whenever you see me again
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 10:49 AM UTC
I really despise those signs that read Stop
Stop what? Stop living, stop breathing, stop get off my neck
Everything has to stop
Crying, laughing, running away from something, cars on the street
Everything has to stop
Stop shooting my brothers
Stop murdering our sons
Stop putting us in a box
Stop calling us out of our name
Stop reporting us
Stop thinking you're right because you have a gun
Stop pretending to be like us
Stop, stop, stop
Now you put your hands up!
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 10:44 AM UTC
A life lost to senseless cause
Or is it effect, that you forgot
To put yourself in check
Before you brush your teeth
Lay your clothes out for the next day
Did you check in with yourself?
Self check? Sanity check? Mental health check? On my grind check? Good choices check?
Which box did you forget to put
That x that marks the spot
That people pleasing attitude
You are not
That try me today look on your face
Or that I don't need this trouble
With a side of total disgrace
Check on you before you do anything
Am I always right? Do I really have to fight?
Why am I angry at my boss? What keeps me awake during the night?
My dreams, my fears, reminders of what's to come
Moving forward means I have to
Maintain
My sanity, my focus, my thoughts and my hands
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 10:41 AM UTC
I am an old can, expired way past my open date
Fresh is not a word I would use to describe me or my pain
Maybe blunt or numbing or agonizing
Could be a part of my new recipe for life, for living
You see, this old can, has been in the same shelf for last few months and today out of all the **** days out of a year
She decides to open me up
I'm sour, ugly rotten inside til my core my juices; they clump when she began to pour me out
No doubt, I was ready six months ago or maybe even 2019
But now, she can't even enjoy my the sweetness of my whole, golden, buttery flavored goodness
Tosses me like nobody's business,
And yells, "we out of corn"
**** I was happier in the back, with
The spam
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 5:20 AM UTC
Iam energy, Iam time wrapped up in a bowl of fruit
Sweetness is the taste of my lips, my eyes using my collosal mind to grip
Where I slip into a downward spiral, deeper than the underwater caves, darker sleepless nights turn into long
Crying days
Puffy, sweaty, Im just like a blow fish, ready to pop! I need my strength, to rise back to the top
To breathe again, gasping for air, I choke, cough a little(tiny air bubbles pop)
Nothing changes, but the time
I go back in for another dive
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 5:15 AM UTC