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3.4k · Aug 2014
Tupelo Aug 2014
White boy afraid of the mirror
White boy hates history class
White boy wears hood up, always
White boy afraid to go outside
White boy is all apologies
White boy prays for baltimore
White boy doesn't talk much
White boy thinks he has no right
White boy ashamed of who he is
White boy sorry for his skin
White boy can't explain what he is feeling
White boy can't sleep no more
My take on Black Girl White Boy by the wonderful Angel Nafis and Jon Sands
3.2k · Oct 2014
Dear Unrequited Lover
Tupelo Oct 2014
When we first met you were a firework,
Soaring through the night sky,
Hurling yourself into an explosion of color and light,
I watched from below in awe of your presence,

When we first met,
I had butterflies fluttering in my chest,
newly awoken and freed from their cocoons,
With a thirst to see all of what this new place had to offer,

When we first met,
I was a boy who had been growing up just a little too fast,
The parts of myself I thought I lost long ago
came stumbling out from their corners and onto center stage,
Making me feel younger than I have ever felt before,
Putting laughter back into my vocabulary,

When we first met,
You were a girl with a smile and so much to give,
Armed with a desire to wrap this world in your arms
and whisper that it would all be okay in the morning,

Dear unrequited lover..
I know this dance is a slow one,
My feet are clumsy and my arms are heavy sometimes,
But this song is one I can move too.
got me all love letters and no poetry.
2.5k · Jan 2015
"The Recipe" CHALLENGE
Tupelo Jan 2015
What makes you?
Write a poem on what makes up yourself or a person you are interested in. The "recipe" of this person can be structured however you want, be creative! Title the poem "Recipe" and use #recipechallenge when you are done! If you want your poem to be read message konr or The Creep that Loves You and we will be sure to read! Have fun and enjoy! :)
2.4k · May 2015
Tupelo May 2015
Slow and steady wins the race
so please be patient with my heart,
I'm back to notebooks filled up past
the brim with simple love poems
and an empty bed to preach them to,
She has done and filled me up,
Put light back in my smile and
remembered that blue is my favorite color.
So even with hearts beating fast
playing kickball inside my ribcage,
I will walk slow, remember that
slow and steady will win the race,
So hold my heart, and teach it patience
2.0k · Oct 2014
Tupelo Oct 2014
Sweat out the best of me,
them lessons are bruises on my collarbones,
I am starving, hungry for the answers
searching for the right reasons
and the wrong women to share my nights with,
synthetic synonyms and rosary beads around my neck
kiss your letters off into the wind,
these apologies are nothing but repetitive
2.0k · Aug 2014
Tupelo Aug 2014
My voice echoes with longing
Lost, searching for protection
I wear my raincoat most days
just incase the sky decides to open
and I am left below, out in the rain
searching for shelter in all the
wrong doorways
1.8k · Oct 2014
Tupelo Oct 2014
Things fall apart,
Flowers grow between the cracks,
The sea will hurl itself into a fit,
The inside of our bodies
will do the same.

To be brave enough
traversing this hurricane,
Is a paradise at sea
1.8k · Sep 2015
Tupelo Sep 2015
Back over seas
What a nightmare of a memory
Making mountains of men
What dust I have become
Such a parasite of a man
I've come to this land
Sold it my innocence
There is not enough person
Left in this body,
To make it back home
1.7k · Jan 2015
Tupelo Jan 2015
Parts of me have faltered,
My years numbered,
Waiting for a final breath,
To let my body trudge on,
This burden to carry,
Backpacked in my thoughts,
Praying I flatline first,
These chances I don't deserve
1.7k · Aug 2014
36 Chambers
Tupelo Aug 2014
Do you remember when we sat on your roof and listened to Wu-Tang?
The kush smoke filled my lungs but burned in the most wonderful way.
Put our conversations into the rolling paper so I can inhale that night over and over again, and get high on the memories.
1.7k · Oct 2014
Tupelo Oct 2014
Warmth passed between our bodies,
Your skin was soft and wet,
Let me breath out your name
bury it into your chest,
sweet sensation of touch,
oh how you ****** me,
gentle lover, silent sinner,
I have never craved the taste
of anyone as much as yours
1.5k · Dec 2014
The Times
Tupelo Dec 2014
Ashamed of my complexion,
Ashamed of all the words,
Ashamed to show my innards,
Ashamed of all the long nights
and the actions that took place,
Ashamed of the women I fed empty promises,
Ashamed of every goodbye,
Ashamed by the way it all played out,
Ashamed of the confidence I carried,
Ashamed of the crown I wore,
Ashamed of the mirror,
Who am I,
and what is left of me?
1.5k · Sep 2018
Tupelo Sep 2018
Locked and sealed
Where the dust chose to settle
The most hidden of feelings
Began to tremble as you stuck around
The lock on my chest warping
to the thought of you
My skeleton key
1.5k · Nov 2014
The Woman
Tupelo Nov 2014
When the woman you love is a poet,
It is hard to tell the difference,
between a poem and a conversation,
When the woman you love is a poet,
She will never speak her thoughts,
I have to decipher the lines,
When the woman you love is a poet,
It's hard not to be ensnared by the words,
And remember that the notes she sings,
Were not all for you
1.5k · Aug 2014
Tupelo Aug 2014
Morphine angel
carry me away
you are my sinful savior
1.4k · Oct 2015
Tupelo Oct 2015
She is in love with the stars
All the unknowns, the expanse of the sky,
Tells me about the everything and nothingness,
Most times I don't really understand
Too infatuated with her eyes, wide and gleaming,
Twin Orions,

I try to explain to her my love affair with words
The everything and nothingness they hold
Recently her skies have been flooding my pages,
All the blacks and blues that hang high above
Staining my notebooks cover to cover
This study of celestial bodies
1.4k · Oct 2014
Tupelo Oct 2014
We always reached for the mountains
All the roses were the color blue
The ocean tasted of honey
We were invincible
Never afraid of the monsters
that lurked just behind the corner
1.4k · Feb 2015
Tupelo Feb 2015
It's been awhile now,
Since I have sang my sins,
Even after a thousand broken hymns,
I still reside on my knees,
Praying to an unfamiliar face,
Studying the sound of your scripture,
I followed the rules and everything,
But still I reside on my knees,
Hoping that one day my thoughts will clear,
And your name will shine from my tongue
1.4k · Dec 2014
Tupelo Dec 2014
My father loves his whiskey,
He tells me it reminds him of his home,
Nights in Dublin and Irish winters,
He danced with my mother under the moon,
Across the rivers and between the cracks,
Father do you drink to remember?
She still loves you all the same,
Oceans divided and still she remembers the barley,
All of the bar fights, and the serenades that sprouted,
Father do not be afraid,
For she still holds your heart
1.4k · Dec 2015
Than and Now
Tupelo Dec 2015
After the towers fell,
My father went off to war,
12 months later he brought back the battlefield
We didn’t talk about it much as it just hung there,
Afraid of the left over land mines, we would tiptoe
around the room, through the kitchen, back to bed.
My mother is a bottle,
Empty now but the glass corpse still outlines her frame,
4 years sober, going on 5 after her brother click-clacked his way out of our lives,
I tattooed the day he passed on my arm,
1. to remember him and 2. to know that today is better than what my life once was,
I read somewhere that conversations are like knife fights,
Ive chosen my words carefully like dull blades,
So if I am ever to strike a nerve it won’t leave anyone bleeding,
I am afraid of blood.
I hate the smell,
the taste, the color of the stains it leaves,
The consistency,
I am afraid of bleeding,
I am too vulnerable in this world to hurt anymore,
Every breath closer to the minute i’ll break,
I am afraid to break and i worry about how many pieces I will leave in my wake
and if anyone will be there to pick them up and glue me back together,
Today I am happier than most days in these past years,
She has taught me patience,
All I worry about now is losing her warmth
a slam I've been working with
1.3k · Aug 2014
Tupelo Aug 2014
**** me now before I fall
fire on upon my gut
bury the shells into my skin
I do not wish to be injured
but I cannot bare to loose you
1.3k · Nov 2015
Tupelo Nov 2015
You were an architect to my fears
Knew the walls that would cave in on me
the corners I sought shelter in
Built cathedrals out of my vices
Monuments for my shortcomings
Raised cities, lined the streets with my body
Named the neighborhoods after the parts of me
I wished to forget
All the good in me is timber inside a burning building
Making ashes of the man I once took pride in being,
You hold all the blueprints,
Know my alleyways and sewers,
The backstreets and corners that make my chest,
I have no more steel to make this foundation stable again.
So far away from here you've gone. Maryland was difficult.
1.3k · Jul 2014
Tupelo Jul 2014
I kept all your secrets in a jar,
put them on the shelf next to our memories,
locked them in the room filled with your smile,
left the house that we called home,
and threw away the key.
1.2k · Dec 2014
Tupelo Dec 2014
I've grown tired of love poems,
They are all dried up ink,
Forgotten valentines,
Stale ideas to think,
Upon receiving your letter,
I remembered the weather,
Care package bouquets,
and I hope you get betters,
1.2k · Jul 2014
Trumpets and Saxophones
Tupelo Jul 2014
when I die
bury me in a cemetery in New Orleans
let the marching bands serenade this holy soil with beautiful trumpets and saxophones
let the sound flow into the earth so in the afterlife
I will have something to dance to,
Kiss those who weep
for they are in need of human and sometimes we forget that,
Offer yourself up to the sun
bask in that hot heat till sweat grazes your temple
stay there till the day is done and watch the moon sweep across the sky,
all the stars dance in the same rhythm.
1.2k · Feb 2015
Tupelo Feb 2015
She smiled like a fist fight,
Lips curled into an apology,
Sipping on that darkened bottle,
Wishing for the winter,
Fishing for the rain
and spitting away the sun,
Planting all the daffodils
with the sharpest of knives,
She is an island,
Lost at sea,
unaware of the times,
Smiling like a fist fight,
and a garden of knives
1.2k · Sep 2015
Tupelo Sep 2015
Conversations of the islands,
Paper lantern illuminating,
All the glories that you are,
I wasn’t even in the mood,
Just needed to be close to you again,
Watching the rain on your glass,
And the laughter in your eyes
Could watch you forever
1.2k · Aug 2014
This love ain't easy
Tupelo Aug 2014
This love ain’t easy
This love has scrapes on it’s knees
This love forgets the words sometimes
This love ain’t easy
This love trips on it’s shoe laces
This love has sweaty palms
This love ain’t easy
But it’s all the love I got
1.2k · Feb 2015
Tupelo Feb 2015
I write about love,
I write about my mother,
I write about the early years,
The flowers and the valentines,
I write about your smile,
Pretend it is something heaven sent,
That your skin held all my secrets,
and that we asked for nothing in return,
I write if nothing to be honest,
For my pen holds every truth I know,
Remember this when you choose to forget,
For I do not know how
So many I's and not enough You's
1.2k · Apr 2015
Tupelo Apr 2015
Baltimore is bleeding,
Boys in blue blind to faces,
War being raged over races,
Can't tell what this place is,
Blocks where I spent my sundays,
******* with police and gunplay,
Hood up to conceal my color,
Complexion passed down to me from mother,
Hard to find peace when the avenues erupting
Nothing seems to matter when you're fighting for something,
So please pray for this forest of concrete and lamp light,
Scared for the events that are coming after midnight
Really sad to see this place in so much agony. Places where I've spent so much time in going through the extremes of these protests. Pray for Baltimore and the rest of Maryland. We need all the prayers here.
1.2k · Mar 2015
Tupelo Mar 2015
To say
your name
and hear
your voice
call back
Rest easy
1.2k · Mar 2015
Tupelo Mar 2015
All those who fought with silence,
Used their words instead of violence,
Tattooed scriptures upon their thighs
Battled the lows with ballpoint highs,
Burn away the fracture pieces,
Iron on the tainted creases,
This purging was our way of survival,
Poet's own parables a secondhand bible,
This was love, this was hate, this was rage,
This was anything we could confess in midnight haze,
Dream out loud all you silent eyed fiends,
For this was nothing but the fuel of the machine
1.2k · Sep 2014
Tupelo Sep 2014
Your spine curves like a saxophone,
I intend to play our symphonies
on the pearls that decorate your skin,
That trumpet in your throat sings
loud and full of life,
Please share it with me tonight,
The metronome across your chest
is a warm reminder of who I have
been looking for,
We do not even notice the broken
strings we share in our necks,
looked past tongue tied apologies
in the midmorning outros,
lay with me here tonight,
as if we were a chorus,
in just the right tune
1.1k · May 2016
Tupelo May 2016
The clouds grew heavy
Their bellies swollen with rain water
They stared at me as I glared back,
My gaze split the sky like a knife
It poured for days.
   *  I was a mess,
     I was soaked,
     I was a sponge.*

I tried to ring out all the excess,
All it did was leave me drowning in a puddle
of the parts of myself I no longer needed,
My air tanks ran dry
My body felt heavy
I was sinking for years.
It was hard for me to watch the ones I loved
lowered 6 feet beneath the soil,
It was even harder to look in the mirror
and see a breathing corpse stare back,
My insides were withered like the winter,
All I craved was the heat,
The south was a distant memory,
Fluttered away so many years ago
on a night with the full of the moon and the big of the sky
The sweet song of the willow in the most humble of tunes,
Oh how I have grown now.
Look how these bones have changed.
1.1k · Dec 2014
Tupelo Dec 2014
My eyes wide,
Drooling like a fiend,
over the very thing,
I vowed to forget,
Infatuated with the rush,
And the high I've been chasing,
In between dreams and reality,
Lies all my sinful pleasures,
These voices scratch at my skull,
Their words insistent,
Protect me from my faults,
And the corruption they bring
1.1k · Aug 2014
Tupelo Aug 2014
Stop before crossing the street,
look both ways for landmines,
my father on the battlefield
where this killing is justified,
from resident streets in ferguson
to gaza strip homicides,
My palms clasped tight in prayer,
from humanity's suicide
1.1k · Dec 2014
Tupelo Dec 2014
Dressed in black,
I came to witness,
Every tear that fell,
All the bouquets they sent,
Photographs of old memories,
The twilight in the room,
Carefully chosen conversations,
The heading on the tombstone,
I am sorry for your loss,
I'm sorry it was me.
1.1k · Feb 2015
Tupelo Feb 2015
Come along you silent poets,
Tell the tales of your faithful fallings,
All the demons you have battled,
Every rainstorm that left you to drown,
Share with us those hidden pleasures,
Whatever lends your lips to curl into a smile,
And the medicine for all the aches
1.1k · Dec 2014
Tupelo Dec 2014
Across the leather,
Backseat confessional,
Secrets fly through the glass,
At 30 miles per hour,
This church is a refuge
In a sea of faces,
Traversing the asphalt
As only a person can,
With the everyday pride
that their trade can bring,
Perfectly timed swerves
out of the way of
yet another pedestrian,
Or the sound of the muffled radio,
and the bottom of the 9th,
As we finally roll to a quiet stop,
I jelly my way out of the seat,
Handing the crumbled
*** of bills and loose change,
Sauntering on home yet another night,
deleted. Sorry for the repost.
1.1k · Nov 2014
Tupelo Nov 2014
Lady luck be kind,
Smile upon my actions,
When I confess this love,
May my hand be full,
and this risk worth taking
1.1k · Jan 2015
Tupelo Jan 2015
Alongside your silhouette,
My heart treads carefully,
Avoiding the land mines,
Pulled pin hand grenades,
And sharpshooters.
Bullets casted in the memories,
Ready to set my bones ablaze
1.1k · Apr 2017
Fuck me
Tupelo Apr 2017
I’ll hold you like a memory
Hometowns between sheets
Make midnight forever
Like winter is always
Make love like jazz
Play trumpets with dreams
You sleep like 2am will never pass
1.1k · Nov 2014
A Poet's Sin
Tupelo Nov 2014
Paper, Pencils, and Pens
tools of my murders,
A nice ball point is my preference,
Bloodbaths in notebooks,
Body outlines in black ink,
Homicidal verses roll off the tongue,
Cuff my wrists,
I can't bare to witness anymore,
all the tombstones at the end of these sentences,
Grave digging across the pages,
Nobody said poetry was pretty.
1.0k · Sep 2016
Tupelo Sep 2016
I ran my hands across my ribcage
Like there were strings between my bones.
That if my fingers plucked the right ones
The music would flow up to my throat
So that with every exhale, a chorus would
Escape from the peaks of my lips.
And that just maybe the song that played
Would make its way to another heart
Still willing to listen to the rain.
1.0k · Jul 2014
sleep (10w)
Tupelo Jul 2014
forever night

forever awake

nightmare sheets

left me to break
1.0k · Mar 2017
Tupelo Mar 2017
I really just want
To bury myself
In the warmth
of your body,
And hold you
Like my most
holy of desires.
1.0k · Aug 2014
Tupelo Aug 2014
Pour one out for me,
I got lost in translation,
Old english is nothing new,
We have our own words now,
Dreamt in the four a.m confrontations,
morose in morning glory sun,
destined to bloom another day
1.0k · Jan 2015
Tupelo Jan 2015
The Lines drawn,
Your heart claimed Eden,
I dare not intrude,
Fears of the serpents held,
But Forbidden fruit
never looked sweeter
1.0k · Aug 2015
Eventually (10w)
Tupelo Aug 2015
Everything I've written
Belongs to my love
I've never met
one day I hope you read them all
1.0k · Apr 2015
Tupelo Apr 2015
I do not think much of the desert,
How mountains shift and shake every night,
The way the dunes roll mighty,
How they whisper away with the winds,
I do not think much of the desert,
I've read stories of a forgotten oasis,
Nestled somewhere in the shifting sands,
Like an ocean, only smaller,
I am shrinking too,
Here there is a desert,
One too big for my arms to hold,
Because here I grow smaller every night,
And my bones shift and shake with every breath
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