sharde-fultz - Hello Poetry

I love language I love slang I love ebonics and southern twang I dont "talk white" Theres no "proper english" I talk how I talk. I speak as I wish. I'm a grammar qween But dont come for my trouble ain't got no time to be studdin the limits of your bubble Because you've made a box Of your ethnocentrism the color in my words Finds narrow minds in a schism So open your eyes See past your upward tilted nose And open your ears to the beauty of prose That sounds unfamiliar Or feels contradictory Or has been beaten and stigmatized due to bias and history Let's grow beyond that Beyond misinformation To cultural relativism. To correlation. I'll code switch if I want Code blend if I choose I reserve all the rights to the language I use. You'll find me moving with pride, so culturally infused, my head held high while I drop "aint's" and "you's a whooole fool"s I dont "talk white" Theres no "proper english" I talk how I talk. I speak as I wish.

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Jun 17, 2020

Jun 17, 2020 at 9:26 PM UTC

Ur So Articulate.

I love language I love slang I love ebonics and southern twang I dont "talk white" Theres no "proper english" I talk how I talk. I speak as I wish. I'm a grammar qween But dont come for my trouble ain't got no time to be studdin the limits of your bubble Because you've made a box Of your ethnocentrism the color in my words Finds narrow minds in a schism So open your eyes See past your upward tilted nose And open your ears to the beauty of prose That sounds unfamiliar Or feels contradictory Or has been beaten and stigmatized due to bias and history Let's grow beyond that Beyond misinformation To cultural relativism. To correlation. I'll code switch if I want Code blend if I choose I reserve all the rights to the language I use. You'll find me moving with pride, so culturally infused, my head held high while I drop "aint's" and "you's a whooole fool"s I dont "talk white" Theres no "proper english" I talk how I talk. I speak as I wish.

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I love poetry I love reading poetry And the more I read the more I see the same themes The same thoughts The same feels... And for a brief moment of weakness I feel like a fraud Is it for naught If we're all saying the same things? Using the same bowl of words and rearranging them with different cadence and meter? Then almost immediately I see the beauty. I see the human experience. And how we're all the same. Acting and reacting within the scope of only so many emotions My poem doesnt have to be the first to say it I write it as a humble entry to this shared thought. My signature in agreement. Added proof that all these meticulously organized words have been offered earnestly and painted beautifully for all our sakes

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May 8, 2020

May 8, 2020 at 3:52 AM UTC

Ditto

I love poetry I love reading poetry And the more I read the more I see the same themes The same thoughts The same feels... And for a brief moment of weakness I feel like a fraud Is it for naught If we're all saying the same things? Using the same bowl of words and rearranging them with different cadence and meter? Then almost immediately I see the beauty. I see the human experience. And how we're all the same. Acting and reacting within the scope of only so many emotions My poem doesnt have to be the first to say it I write it as a humble entry to this shared thought. My signature in agreement. Added proof that all these meticulously organized words have been offered earnestly and painted beautifully for all our sakes

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I might dare to paint love one day. Or draw it. I haven't played around with paint much. But when I imagine it put to paper its painted so perhaps that's the better medium? Something about the brush strokes perhaps? Those little tiny lines but all having their own existence. Their own job in being part of the final picture. love is usually shrouded in reds and pinks and whites. But that's not what I see. When I close my eyes and try to imagine those feelings taking shape Putting on clothes to present itself to the world I see dark blue hues and sort of a glitter all over a black background and the glitter isnt regular glitter but the glitter of the stars late at night out in the country when they blanket the sky. And theres purplish colors ranging from the deepest purple to tiny streaks of the lightest pinks, and greys and whites and golds and earthy greens. Every color that's rich and deep. and theres this constant, ethereal movement. Like a dream. Slow like the clouds floating lazily across the sky on an easy day. And theres a small white gradient around the edges to sort of make it glow... I'm beginning to think love looks like a far away planet? Ominous and beautiful And it's corny, but I feel like we're our own little world.

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May 8, 2020

May 8, 2020 at 3:06 AM UTC

Can You Draw Love?

I might dare to paint love one day. Or draw it. I haven't played around with paint much. But when I imagine it put to paper its painted so perhaps that's the better medium? Something about the brush strokes perhaps? Those little tiny lines but all having their own existence. Their own job in being part of the final picture. love is usually shrouded in reds and pinks and whites. But that's not what I see. When I close my eyes and try to imagine those feelings taking shape Putting on clothes to present itself to the world I see dark blue hues and sort of a glitter all over a black background and the glitter isnt regular glitter but the glitter of the stars late at night out in the country when they blanket the sky. And theres purplish colors ranging from the deepest purple to tiny streaks of the lightest pinks, and greys and whites and golds and earthy greens. Every color that's rich and deep. and theres this constant, ethereal movement. Like a dream. Slow like the clouds floating lazily across the sky on an easy day. And theres a small white gradient around the edges to sort of make it glow... I'm beginning to think love looks like a far away planet? Ominous and beautiful And it's corny, but I feel like we're our own little world.

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Please. Could u find it in your heart To give me back all those vulnerable moments? Because I feel so stupid now I feel stupid for going against every fiber of my being and exposing myself For daring to say those things that come from a place so deep in my heart that it terrifies me. Knowing that when they rise to the surface When they escape the warmth of my chest and meet the warmth of the sun they become real They become present And tangible And I need you to give them back because I regret it now Because I dared to trust and you did exactly what I expected Because I spent my life building walls and was so well protected But I leapt I dared to love fully and relentlessly And I was all in so I put it in ink. I put it in air I put it in touch I cemented it in time and space. And I regret it. I don't regret the relentless love but I regret letting it see the surface I regret letting you see all those lisa Frank feelings. So colorful and magical and childlike And I'm embarrassed. Cause in the end you didnt deserve it But now it's yours And for the rest of your life you have the privilege of those memories that were birthed from a trust you betrayed You'll get to look back and see how much I loved you How hard I loved you And I'll always see how it was too much I'll always be mad that I went all in Yet it wasn't enough for you to go all in for me Staggering inequity Now how will I dare to trust again? How will I not temper the reckless abandon that makes it so exciting? Love Is easy, But taking that love. Those words. Those memories and giving it matter Depth Sound Touch Color That's a gift. It's the purest art. So please just give them back so I can protect it better next time. I think Next time I'll just keep love in my heart.

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May 8, 2020

May 8, 2020 at 2:48 AM UTC

Gift Receipt

Please. Could u find it in your heart To give me back all those vulnerable moments? Because I feel so stupid now I feel stupid for going against every fiber of my being and exposing myself For daring to say those things that come from a place so deep in my heart that it terrifies me. Knowing that when they rise to the surface When they escape the warmth of my chest and meet the warmth of the sun they become real They become present And tangible And I need you to give them back because I regret it now Because I dared to trust and you did exactly what I expected Because I spent my life building walls and was so well protected But I leapt I dared to love fully and relentlessly And I was all in so I put it in ink. I put it in air I put it in touch I cemented it in time and space. And I regret it. I don't regret the relentless love but I regret letting it see the surface I regret letting you see all those lisa Frank feelings. So colorful and magical and childlike And I'm embarrassed. Cause in the end you didnt deserve it But now it's yours And for the rest of your life you have the privilege of those memories that were birthed from a trust you betrayed You'll get to look back and see how much I loved you How hard I loved you And I'll always see how it was too much I'll always be mad that I went all in Yet it wasn't enough for you to go all in for me Staggering inequity Now how will I dare to trust again? How will I not temper the reckless abandon that makes it so exciting? Love Is easy, But taking that love. Those words. Those memories and giving it matter Depth Sound Touch Color That's a gift. It's the purest art. So please just give them back so I can protect it better next time. I think Next time I'll just keep love in my heart.

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I want to believe I haven't lost it That THING That thing that makes me feel like im really doing something Lile these aren't just words thrown together Or intended to rhyme Or too deliberately "deep" But that thing that once you're done You're proud. But not too proud. It stands alone Yet you always feel it's just a little unfinished. But you dare not touch it. I want to believe I still have that thing that's real That I haven't let time and hardship harden a gift that was born in me once upon a time when I thought the world was a different place A time that has begun to feel like someone else owned those thoughts Lived the feelings that bore those inspirations When those words came from the what ifs And hubris I want to believe that thing is still there And still precious. And while today it knows what life has carved me into That it too was being carved And can place these words together In such a way that I know it's true And its mine

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Mar 22, 2020

Mar 22, 2020 at 10:04 AM UTC

-untitled atm-

I want to believe I haven't lost it That THING That thing that makes me feel like im really doing something Lile these aren't just words thrown together Or intended to rhyme Or too deliberately "deep" But that thing that once you're done You're proud. But not too proud. It stands alone Yet you always feel it's just a little unfinished. But you dare not touch it. I want to believe I still have that thing that's real That I haven't let time and hardship harden a gift that was born in me once upon a time when I thought the world was a different place A time that has begun to feel like someone else owned those thoughts Lived the feelings that bore those inspirations When those words came from the what ifs And hubris I want to believe that thing is still there And still precious. And while today it knows what life has carved me into That it too was being carved And can place these words together In such a way that I know it's true And its mine

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Romantic Love has always been ironically, over romanticized for me. It just appeared to be too much Too irrational Too cartoonishly blissful This could be from a life of witnessing too much romantic hurt Too much of the flip side of what romantic love could do. The harm. The loss of trust All the broken pieces So I never felt it was something worth seeking It was cute It was good for movies But now I guess I get it Love songs have a bit of a deeper meaning now And I get the bliss.

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Sep 25, 2019

Sep 25, 2019 at 12:15 AM UTC

Bliss

Romantic Love has always been ironically, over romanticized for me. It just appeared to be too much Too irrational Too cartoonishly blissful This could be from a life of witnessing too much romantic hurt Too much of the flip side of what romantic love could do. The harm. The loss of trust All the broken pieces So I never felt it was something worth seeking It was cute It was good for movies But now I guess I get it Love songs have a bit of a deeper meaning now And I get the bliss.

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This is my brain on drugs This is my brain in love The high is so good To feel understood To feel so secure by your touch When I wake up and thank Jesus for another day I feel guilty, as I wrestle to keep thoughts of you at bay. Tho I always win You're my whiskey, my gin And I reach for you after I pray.

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Aug 27, 2019

Aug 27, 2019 at 10:54 PM UTC

It's Chemicals

This is my brain on drugs This is my brain in love The high is so good To feel understood To feel so secure by your touch When I wake up and thank Jesus for another day I feel guilty, as I wrestle to keep thoughts of you at bay. Tho I always win You're my whiskey, my gin And I reach for you after I pray.

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singing** You just called me, "Beautiful." Now you've got to be mine foreverrr.... (2x) --repeats in background for duration of poem-- You just called me-- I hate that it's so easy. Now you've gotta be mine foreh--I hate that its so easy to please me when you say things that makes me think that you see me as who I want to be and the way you say it, it -it touches me I'm naive - - I want to believe - - - -You just called me... I want to trust you I want to believe your intentions are true and its not me in a fantasy but its you just - - - being you you just called me beautiful All you did was call me, "beautiful." but your words spoke to my soul cause I know you know things about me that I don't like to show and I think you've dug something up in me that was unknown and odd and free and foreign - - - now you've gotta be mine foreh-- and willing. and unencumbered - - - - - - You see? Now you've gotta be mine cause I'm too fragile - - I'm too exposed you can't break into my heart and unlock all these doors that've been guardin who knows? - - no, this is a two person job - - you shoulda watched how you talked. - - and now you're mine. you gotta be mine. you gotta be mine. you gotta be mine. repeats till fades out

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Jul 30, 2019

Jul 30, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC

You Gotta Be Mine

singing** You just called me, "Beautiful." Now you've got to be mine foreverrr.... (2x) --repeats in background for duration of poem-- You just called me-- I hate that it's so easy. Now you've gotta be mine foreh--I hate that its so easy to please me when you say things that makes me think that you see me as who I want to be and the way you say it, it -it touches me I'm naive - - I want to believe - - - -You just called me... I want to trust you I want to believe your intentions are true and its not me in a fantasy but its you just - - - being you you just called me beautiful All you did was call me, "beautiful." but your words spoke to my soul cause I know you know things about me that I don't like to show and I think you've dug something up in me that was unknown and odd and free and foreign - - - now you've gotta be mine foreh-- and willing. and unencumbered - - - - - - You see? Now you've gotta be mine cause I'm too fragile - - I'm too exposed you can't break into my heart and unlock all these doors that've been guardin who knows? - - no, this is a two person job - - you shoulda watched how you talked. - - and now you're mine. you gotta be mine. you gotta be mine. you gotta be mine. repeats till fades out

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Kept sittin my notebook by my bed like I was about to write Thought it would motivate me All it did was make me feel guilty every night Sittin there mockin me Making me feel like less than myself Like I lost all my artistry I didnt start cause I didnt believe in me, honestly. Like if Im gonna write it has to be special It has to say something Be visceral Prolific Live beyond my life expectancy Be better than my last piece of poetry. So I didnt. And it sat there.

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Feb 2, 2019

Feb 2, 2019 at 2:06 AM UTC

Untitled atm

Kept sittin my notebook by my bed like I was about to write Thought it would motivate me All it did was make me feel guilty every night Sittin there mockin me Making me feel like less than myself Like I lost all my artistry I didnt start cause I didnt believe in me, honestly. Like if Im gonna write it has to be special It has to say something Be visceral Prolific Live beyond my life expectancy Be better than my last piece of poetry. So I didnt. And it sat there.

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Quiet crickets. Quiet light of moon Quiet cars along the road --Go'n be home soon Quiet AC on too late Quiet humming charger in the outlet Quiet bathroom 'cross the hall, water dripping from the faucet Quiet floors while set'ling in You're too old for all that whinin' Quiet creatures awake before the sun The signals when it's shinin' Quiet indistinguishable shadow still yet so foreboding Oh, you're just a pile of clothes that I never got to folding Quiet drafty window singing with such vigor and such soul Catch a chill from that night air Might catch a runny nose Quiet thoughts-that handsome stranger, worries, deadlines, dreams, 'n stuff Quiet bedtime playlist streaming Clearly you were'nt good enough Quiet poem bursting from me my Admonition of defeat quiet quiet. too much quiet- quiet, would you let me sleep? 2:46am 8.30.18

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Aug 31, 2018

Aug 31, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC

Quiet

Quiet crickets. Quiet light of moon Quiet cars along the road --Go'n be home soon Quiet AC on too late Quiet humming charger in the outlet Quiet bathroom 'cross the hall, water dripping from the faucet Quiet floors while set'ling in You're too old for all that whinin' Quiet creatures awake before the sun The signals when it's shinin' Quiet indistinguishable shadow still yet so foreboding Oh, you're just a pile of clothes that I never got to folding Quiet drafty window singing with such vigor and such soul Catch a chill from that night air Might catch a runny nose Quiet thoughts-that handsome stranger, worries, deadlines, dreams, 'n stuff Quiet bedtime playlist streaming Clearly you were'nt good enough Quiet poem bursting from me my Admonition of defeat quiet quiet. too much quiet- quiet, would you let me sleep? 2:46am 8.30.18

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