She says she loves me
She says she wants to share all of her
She says she wants me
She says she wants to spend the rest of her life with me
She says she needs me
"I'm the greatest guy in the world"
She calls me baby
Ironically I share this name with someone else for she has said all of this to somebody today
And I am 2000 miles away from what she says is love for me.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 3:35 AM UTC
gun shots feel the ears
Of my young sisters
Who have been conditioned to interpret
Those shots as a mating call.
Head aches cured with the medicine bottle
But with side affects
not by the entered purpose
But hey at least working
As are you til your 75
Ironic that's most black men die
Don't take that from this
Forget it
Your an activists
Self proclaimed to be with it
I get it I get it
the cool black cop
But pulled me over cause my side mirror
was missing you gotta be kiddin
Your gold badge shines as if the LMPD
Was in L.E.D.
pretend you didn't say
"Get on your knees"
did I offend you officer?
Oops seems as if you dropped
this back of white by me
I started to sneeze
Must be allergic to this ****
that he was blaming on me
Do 15 year maximum security
hot as hell
got out
bought bird and a cell
Slowly crept up on officer Odel
A flash was the last thing he saw
Though i never thought I'd do it
Somebody's little sister heard my
Mating call.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
It's currently 4am,
the time when words like
night and morning
are mistaken...
for it is both, yet
neither.
tired moths fly
rythmatically
into the bug zapper.
souls escaping their bodies,
stale light
absorbing their souls.
their bodies fall
painting meaningless
obscenities in the smoke left behind.
corpses covered by dirt...
the grass weeps for thee.
bodies hallow
lifeless...
empty
I am empty...
void of social
dependence,
but full of understanding.
understanding
my pulse is still rapid.
if only I were tired
what an overlooked
luxury?
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
Every morning I rise
6 am, almost like my body
Was in tune with the sun
No words said, just blinks and slow Movements
As I log the smell of my breath
In and out of memory
Soggy blunts, cheerios, and cigarette Smoke
Ironically these things seem
Fresh
To me
I Adjust to the beams
Light brakes
shadows casted by the blinds
A shattered portrait of my face
Reflects off my palmed screen
Followed by a bird in flight
This is the first time
I'm reminded of you.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC