tia-christin-mitchell - Hello Poetry

I want to erase the figment of my imagination that I’ve allowed you to becomeYou are so opportunistic having used every moment we ever had as a time of spawningYou left traces of yourself that would grow beyond what my mind could containand with your absencethose pieces of you have enlargedThey’ve progressed into long thick arms having my thoughts in choke holds that the top wrestlers have yet to discoverThanks for showing me who you really areYour name is Monsterand I want to remove your electromagnetic tentacles from the nerves of my brainsever your suction cups coat them in a batter flavored with lemon pepper seasoningand deep fry them turn your manipulative tactics into a fine cuisine for the hungered palettes of innocent bystanders that will chew you upswallow youand digest you as the waste of time this aspect of youhas been to meToo bad I’m not bulimicAfter the binge of these false memories I’d gladly shove my finger down my throat and ***** you into filthy toilet bowlsflushing you ‘til you reach your destinationwelcomed by a sea of sewageWhen it comes to the likes of youamnesia has never been so desired.

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Feb 26, 2010

Feb 26, 2010 at 9:56 PM UTC

tia-christin-mitchell

NUCLEAR REFORMATION

I want to erase the figment of my imagination that I’ve allowed you to becomeYou are so opportunistic having used every moment we ever had as a time of spawningYou left traces of yourself that would grow beyond what my mind could containand with your absencethose pieces of you have enlargedThey’ve progressed into long thick arms having my thoughts in choke holds that the top wrestlers have yet to discoverThanks for showing me who you really areYour name is Monsterand I want to remove your electromagnetic tentacles from the nerves of my brainsever your suction cups coat them in a batter flavored with lemon pepper seasoningand deep fry them turn your manipulative tactics into a fine cuisine for the hungered palettes of innocent bystanders that will chew you upswallow youand digest you as the waste of time this aspect of youhas been to meToo bad I’m not bulimicAfter the binge of these false memories I’d gladly shove my finger down my throat and ***** you into filthy toilet bowlsflushing you ‘til you reach your destinationwelcomed by a sea of sewageWhen it comes to the likes of youamnesia has never been so desired.

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Thanks for the roof the clothes and food The water and heat such a treat Big comfy bed feels so at home but when you’re at work I feel so alone.

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Feb 12, 2010

Feb 12, 2010 at 6:54 AM UTC

tia-christin-mitchell

MISSING YOU

Thanks for the roof the clothes and food The water and heat such a treat Big comfy bed feels so at home but when you’re at work I feel so alone.

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I want to be super me Shave off my eyebrows as an act of demolition leave no roots to grow let sweat beads know this is a law of prohibition against the curse I want to be the last one on earth and yet the first to birth a warrior generation all colors all sizes all shapes and variations of a people whose DNA serves as an abbreviation of perfect Simply I want to love without working I want to kiss the thickly oiled pus inhabitating pimpled t-zones of anglo saxon adolescent girls and tell them they’re beautiful just after they’ve reached out and grabbed one of my locs only to ask me if my natural hair is artificial I want to eat lunch with the friendless 14 year old boy caged in elementary special ed class Immediately following him walking me arms pinned in front of the boys during recess asking them how should he **** my *** I want to tell him of a Savior That can mold him greater than his absentee father or molesting godmother that has affected his behavior I want to wrap my arms of comfort around the shoulders of every insecure woman that was confident enough to tell me men would only see me as *** but never as beautiful I want to reach my go-go-super me hand in and choke the life out of the wormy wretched murderous spirit that eats their lives I want to starve its lies leaving it to die by granting the grace of a new name befriend them with but a call and response game- Me: “those who look to HIM are radiant!” Them: “their faces are never covered with shame!” I want to sound the finger snap hand clap heard round the world while giving a standing ovation to all of the open mic night writers that hid their jagged daggers in a cloak of being truthful saying my words and antics scored high for the stage But for the page this thing I should think twice about calling poetry would never ever be suitable I want to carry the little white boy on my hip while singing The rendition of “You Are My Sunshine” that I sing to my kids just after he hurls ****** in my direction in a vile attempt to reduce me from perfection I’ll teach him that the coned sheet his father keeps neat and breaks out for story time at night is but a cry for help that the most important thing he could ever do with his life is to recognize others as his brothers and sisters and to love them even as he would love himself I’ll tell him communication isn’t erasable and before he speaks he should remember to care I’ll give him a lollipop then fly through the galaxy to land on a planet where I’ll purchase every CD created featuring John Mayer I’ll speak and smile at every cop That’s harassed brown people I’ll drop an offering in the basket of preachers that think I can’t deliver the Word because as a woman in ministry I’m not equal If mine eyes can see my shell’s end I’ll make love to my husband in a way his second wife would never be able to transcend even if earlier it was his day off but instead of living it with me he chose to leave me alone with our kids If loving without working is tough as a glass jar of vlasic dill pickles I want to pop the lid As soon as offenses are committed my earnest desire is to be super me I want simply to easily FORGIVE.

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Feb 12, 2010

Feb 12, 2010 at 6:52 AM UTC

tia-christin-mitchell

up, UP AND AWAAAAY!

I want to be super me Shave off my eyebrows as an act of demolition leave no roots to grow let sweat beads know this is a law of prohibition against the curse I want to be the last one on earth and yet the first to birth a warrior generation all colors all sizes all shapes and variations of a people whose DNA serves as an abbreviation of perfect Simply I want to love without working I want to kiss the thickly oiled pus inhabitating pimpled t-zones of anglo saxon adolescent girls and tell them they’re beautiful just after they’ve reached out and grabbed one of my locs only to ask me if my natural hair is artificial I want to eat lunch with the friendless 14 year old boy caged in elementary special ed class Immediately following him walking me arms pinned in front of the boys during recess asking them how should he **** my *** I want to tell him of a Savior That can mold him greater than his absentee father or molesting godmother that has affected his behavior I want to wrap my arms of comfort around the shoulders of every insecure woman that was confident enough to tell me men would only see me as *** but never as beautiful I want to reach my go-go-super me hand in and choke the life out of the wormy wretched murderous spirit that eats their lives I want to starve its lies leaving it to die by granting the grace of a new name befriend them with but a call and response game- Me: “those who look to HIM are radiant!” Them: “their faces are never covered with shame!” I want to sound the finger snap hand clap heard round the world while giving a standing ovation to all of the open mic night writers that hid their jagged daggers in a cloak of being truthful saying my words and antics scored high for the stage But for the page this thing I should think twice about calling poetry would never ever be suitable I want to carry the little white boy on my hip while singing The rendition of “You Are My Sunshine” that I sing to my kids just after he hurls ****** in my direction in a vile attempt to reduce me from perfection I’ll teach him that the coned sheet his father keeps neat and breaks out for story time at night is but a cry for help that the most important thing he could ever do with his life is to recognize others as his brothers and sisters and to love them even as he would love himself I’ll tell him communication isn’t erasable and before he speaks he should remember to care I’ll give him a lollipop then fly through the galaxy to land on a planet where I’ll purchase every CD created featuring John Mayer I’ll speak and smile at every cop That’s harassed brown people I’ll drop an offering in the basket of preachers that think I can’t deliver the Word because as a woman in ministry I’m not equal If mine eyes can see my shell’s end I’ll make love to my husband in a way his second wife would never be able to transcend even if earlier it was his day off but instead of living it with me he chose to leave me alone with our kids If loving without working is tough as a glass jar of vlasic dill pickles I want to pop the lid As soon as offenses are committed my earnest desire is to be super me I want simply to easily FORGIVE.

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i remember the slow down the instant of undesirability to creativity didn't dare want him coming near me i'd hide praying for his rush to subside though i never looked to become Sarah and deliver him to my handmaiden rather that he'd remain backed up but in my bed all the same now i seek him out it's like my hormones have changed and i call to him requesting his blessing hoping even now that he would come minister to me i woo him with my scent dancing tantalizingly awaiting the moment he'll grip me at my hips be wind gently overpowering and blow in to probe and to penetrate to KNOW to relate with more than my core my totality and he'll never experience these waters running dry no only them running.

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Feb 10, 2010

Feb 10, 2010 at 9:57 AM UTC

tia-christin-mitchell

HUNGRY

i remember the slow down the instant of undesirability to creativity didn't dare want him coming near me i'd hide praying for his rush to subside though i never looked to become Sarah and deliver him to my handmaiden rather that he'd remain backed up but in my bed all the same now i seek him out it's like my hormones have changed and i call to him requesting his blessing hoping even now that he would come minister to me i woo him with my scent dancing tantalizingly awaiting the moment he'll grip me at my hips be wind gently overpowering and blow in to probe and to penetrate to KNOW to relate with more than my core my totality and he'll never experience these waters running dry no only them running.

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Do you know what it's like to feel the limits of time against your heart to rest in a fallible place seeing clearly the last grain of sand fall declaring the moment the end of hope to carry out a mission a vision from decisions you refused to make steps you refused to take 'i love you's' you failed to say or even whisper have your eyes ever looked in a mirror and seen such a glare D I S A P P O I N T M E N T from missing an appointment filled with blossoming orange and fuschia gladiolas and even some in full bloom with nectar at their center too saccharine even for a bee's tongue i wanted to taste you. and instead of using my index finger to scoop up your essence i let fear paralyze the progression and it's much deeper than even kryptonite to superman i mean it's more like Christopher Reeve still yet aging not able to go backward only to face what lies ahead Now i'm sleeping left dreaming of all the NOW infinite IMpossibilities my eyes looking out while traveling over the deep sea of self apologies for never trying to even hold your hand Oh how i wish i could flip this hourglass back to when i was 10... and fearless of rejection.

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Feb 10, 2010

Feb 10, 2010 at 9:54 AM UTC

tia-christin-mitchell

PILLAR OF SALT

Do you know what it's like to feel the limits of time against your heart to rest in a fallible place seeing clearly the last grain of sand fall declaring the moment the end of hope to carry out a mission a vision from decisions you refused to make steps you refused to take 'i love you's' you failed to say or even whisper have your eyes ever looked in a mirror and seen such a glare D I S A P P O I N T M E N T from missing an appointment filled with blossoming orange and fuschia gladiolas and even some in full bloom with nectar at their center too saccharine even for a bee's tongue i wanted to taste you. and instead of using my index finger to scoop up your essence i let fear paralyze the progression and it's much deeper than even kryptonite to superman i mean it's more like Christopher Reeve still yet aging not able to go backward only to face what lies ahead Now i'm sleeping left dreaming of all the NOW infinite IMpossibilities my eyes looking out while traveling over the deep sea of self apologies for never trying to even hold your hand Oh how i wish i could flip this hourglass back to when i was 10... and fearless of rejection.

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Miss me hug me kiss me touch me make my center your surrounding space Don't tease me please me never leave me you can't king me it ain't a game i wear you better like fitted sweater you just my size don't change a thing no waters wetter no April better forget umbrella come play in my rain queen reigns u knight with me just right A.M. no letter penned Dear Jane u like it we love it can't get enough of it no messin no guessin absolutely no testin u wake "Hey wifey, our hearts not icey feels so good to be unashamed..." no guilt no filth no watchin' milfs i'm yo star you got changed mind frame What a blessin God is present form of worship He don't turn His face our bed be wild and undefiled **** and pure like white lace no need to fear our God is here we dance this dance so u n a s h a m e d no need to fear our God is here we dance this dance so u n a s h a m e d . . . let's do it again.

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Feb 10, 2010

Feb 10, 2010 at 9:43 AM UTC

tia-christin-mitchell

MARRIED ***

Miss me hug me kiss me touch me make my center your surrounding space Don't tease me please me never leave me you can't king me it ain't a game i wear you better like fitted sweater you just my size don't change a thing no waters wetter no April better forget umbrella come play in my rain queen reigns u knight with me just right A.M. no letter penned Dear Jane u like it we love it can't get enough of it no messin no guessin absolutely no testin u wake "Hey wifey, our hearts not icey feels so good to be unashamed..." no guilt no filth no watchin' milfs i'm yo star you got changed mind frame What a blessin God is present form of worship He don't turn His face our bed be wild and undefiled **** and pure like white lace no need to fear our God is here we dance this dance so u n a s h a m e d no need to fear our God is here we dance this dance so u n a s h a m e d . . . let's do it again.

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Void No earth no space no form no shape but sound Words cracking the darkness of emptiness’s marshes leaving foamed streaks of white lashes blazing eternity And those streaks were the evidence of supreme thought evaporating like the water that came to be at the sound The sound that occurs when one speaks I was present then at the disappearance of nothingness I was in the afterthought of the brown the green the blue the light If you listened intently you could hear me fastly approaching following the sight of gray fins magenta feathers tan tails swarthy scales salmon snouts ivory tusks The air felt the dirt rumbling I was coming at the speed of the hooves of a thousand bucks and with the loosened clay from the earth that was displaced Abba formed a great face a body of perfection I was there I was seed enveloped in water nets of life free styling a red dance that would cause the day’s synchronized swimmers to cease Nothing like a case of the green eyed monster to take away the memory to breathe My head was pointed ahead Body wagging Jiggling Shaking Convulsing Smelling the musk of the incubator that would grow me And during the eons of patience the rise and fall of great nations a period of tribulation as those who preceded me are innumerable there finally came a suited portal And only her sound of agreement to remain committed find nourishment from only his ***** enabled my form Though I was already adorned with equipment to live with to move and with the authority of Abba to speak a sound that changes atmospheric existence She was needed to birth me nurse me nurture me Love me enough to give me back to the One that knew me before Before Before is void It is no earth no space no form no shape but sound Words cracking the darkness of emptiness’s marshes leaving foamed streaks of white lashes blazing eternity And those streaks were the evidence of supreme thought evaporating like the water that came to be at the sound The sound that occurs when one speaks I am from the sound Let There Be ME.

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Feb 9, 2010

Feb 9, 2010 at 9:46 PM UTC

tia-christin-mitchell

1 SOUND Drive

Void No earth no space no form no shape but sound Words cracking the darkness of emptiness’s marshes leaving foamed streaks of white lashes blazing eternity And those streaks were the evidence of supreme thought evaporating like the water that came to be at the sound The sound that occurs when one speaks I was present then at the disappearance of nothingness I was in the afterthought of the brown the green the blue the light If you listened intently you could hear me fastly approaching following the sight of gray fins magenta feathers tan tails swarthy scales salmon snouts ivory tusks The air felt the dirt rumbling I was coming at the speed of the hooves of a thousand bucks and with the loosened clay from the earth that was displaced Abba formed a great face a body of perfection I was there I was seed enveloped in water nets of life free styling a red dance that would cause the day’s synchronized swimmers to cease Nothing like a case of the green eyed monster to take away the memory to breathe My head was pointed ahead Body wagging Jiggling Shaking Convulsing Smelling the musk of the incubator that would grow me And during the eons of patience the rise and fall of great nations a period of tribulation as those who preceded me are innumerable there finally came a suited portal And only her sound of agreement to remain committed find nourishment from only his ***** enabled my form Though I was already adorned with equipment to live with to move and with the authority of Abba to speak a sound that changes atmospheric existence She was needed to birth me nurse me nurture me Love me enough to give me back to the One that knew me before Before Before is void It is no earth no space no form no shape but sound Words cracking the darkness of emptiness’s marshes leaving foamed streaks of white lashes blazing eternity And those streaks were the evidence of supreme thought evaporating like the water that came to be at the sound The sound that occurs when one speaks I am from the sound Let There Be ME.

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Too revolutionary for this square planet Mind's body too curvaceous to fit within this world's average fabric Man cannot live on bread alone so I added wisdom and knowledge to my dinner got fat in vocab to make the element of eloquent expression effortless and clearer Guard Your Ears! I use my tongue as a weapon to spit rhapsodic rapid rhythms You call it poetry I call it AK-47! The National Guard can't quiet me down just when they think they've surrounded me I morph into sound Not Clark Kent but I change in a booth on 1 Samuel 16:16 become a lyrical musician spitting smooth harp things that King David could not believe I write to be righteous write just to expose the wrong rid men of evil spirits as if all their names were Saul spit melodic strings in stanzas and bars and lull them to calm with my psalms Thunder slower than the light so I let my voice rumble while I speak the truth Phat in delivery but humility helps me float above stupidity this creative remedy way more healing than chicken soup! Uncle always said I had green hair and wasn't nothin' wrong with it Ain't nothin' in this world I'd rather be than eccentric stylistic funkadelic complex yet simplistic exquisite efficient effervescent arT-Tastic aRT-DICUlous ART-RAGEOUS FREE & UNLIMITED!

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Feb 9, 2010

Feb 9, 2010 at 8:51 PM UTC

tia-christin-mitchell

FREE/ UNLIMITED

Too revolutionary for this square planet Mind's body too curvaceous to fit within this world's average fabric Man cannot live on bread alone so I added wisdom and knowledge to my dinner got fat in vocab to make the element of eloquent expression effortless and clearer Guard Your Ears! I use my tongue as a weapon to spit rhapsodic rapid rhythms You call it poetry I call it AK-47! The National Guard can't quiet me down just when they think they've surrounded me I morph into sound Not Clark Kent but I change in a booth on 1 Samuel 16:16 become a lyrical musician spitting smooth harp things that King David could not believe I write to be righteous write just to expose the wrong rid men of evil spirits as if all their names were Saul spit melodic strings in stanzas and bars and lull them to calm with my psalms Thunder slower than the light so I let my voice rumble while I speak the truth Phat in delivery but humility helps me float above stupidity this creative remedy way more healing than chicken soup! Uncle always said I had green hair and wasn't nothin' wrong with it Ain't nothin' in this world I'd rather be than eccentric stylistic funkadelic complex yet simplistic exquisite efficient effervescent arT-Tastic aRT-DICUlous ART-RAGEOUS FREE & UNLIMITED!

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