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  Dec 2014 Frances
DaSH the Hopeful
Words fill the spaces you dont.
Black ink on a white page prove opposites attract
             And I fear we're too similar
   The familiarity causes too much comfort

Paranoia is a fine art

         But my confidence dries the inkwell in which you sit
      And now you're choking on my fumes
  Drowning in the silence of my non ambition
        I know you'll die,
   *But words will fill the spaces you don't.
  Oct 2014 Frances
DaSH the Hopeful
Generation Information:
Running 'round, drugs in cases
Even if ya hate ya placement
Time moves faster with some patience
Seniles claim *conspiracy;

Wonder what kinda bombs we makin'
FOURTEEN MILLION DIVORCED PARENTS
Raising kids who feel forsaken
Walking round with Glocks, hoping they don't get blammed next,
No Christmas anymore;
Santa Claus is hooked on *Xanax

And once you get outta Hell
Get framed and put in jail
Its hard to crawl from the bottom back up to the place you fell
We say we work in retail
But shoes ain't what we sell,
So please cover your ears
Don't listen to what we tell.
Children taught to be pitiless
**** anybody with viciousness
Shot too high
Expecting adults
And that's where the militias went
Murdered by a lonely kid who got no Love
Trained to pull a weapon if push comes to shove
Look up in the sky
They made Ravens outta doves
*Sinned so much, afraid to ask forgiveness from above
This is my Generation
  Oct 2014 Frances
jeffrey robin
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sure

If you say so

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                                     why not ?

//                              

What's the big deal ?

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I used to go to acting school

Tried to learn to play the part of a human being

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I wanted to play the part of a beautiful
Black goddess

Roaming naked in the holy mountains

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I wanted to show her in the sweat of sacred labor

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Her beautiful skin

The utter conviction of her brutal purity

Her fearless embrace of both life and death

••

I got me a job as a short order cook in Harlem

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I used to love to watch the people walkin in the rain

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Really

There is too much death here

Too much pain

••

I was standing on the Brooklyn bridge at midnight

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I thought

IT WOULDN'T REALLY BE THAT HARD TO CHANGE

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Sure

If you say so



                                                          ­ Why not ?            

/ /
                                            
What's the big deal
  Oct 2014 Frances
DaSH the Hopeful
Falling in an open coffin
Toppling from my close minded concepts
I just
Digest this life as its fed to me
Yet I think I know the recipe
A stone cold unknown couldn't mess with me
And I have to admit
I'm the **** incessantly
Just to have confidence in my contextual references
Like I'm the man with the plan
Map's in the palm of my hand
Down to the print
Shrouded in wit
In which you cannot stand
Reason I spit when I talk when I'm ****** and I missed two decades of a life
not lived as a man
Understand a fall from grace that isn't so calm and paced but all over the place
Im over my weight in nickels and dimes trying to learn self worth in a selfish time
Rolling around hoping to get so high
I levitate out of my coffin and into the sky
  Oct 2014 Frances
Douglas Scheurn
Let me show you what a poet can do.
I'll write us a door so we can walk through.

See the words of pain,

Words so vain,
But never plain.
Words reverberate into your brain.
Words of a man so insane
Ink flows through his veins.

After we die,

Our voices will forever speak.

The willows so high,

Watch us sleep.

Forever stargazing,

We see through the soil.

Heart ever blazing,


Death, victory over turmoil.


Carpe Diem
Life, Is the first chapter in the empty tome.
  Sep 2014 Frances
DaSH the Hopeful
Another tear falls in Tennessee
For a promise broken

       A moment's notice brings forth the painful revelation laying on your soul
    When you've lost all control thats when you're forced to get a grip
  We've been through it
     And you know I hold you in high regards
        I even tried to say "hi" to God for you
Still I'm unreligious but I pray to see you smile
     All the miles and trips and times I became distant from far away
  I know where my heart will stay
Where it started
A piece broken from a bigger vessel
   I could only dream to achieve
But still we both bleed the same

We've both seen the pain love can cause
We've both needed a pause


But couldn't remotely get a moment so we adapt and change
Channel all these strange emotions into our next step forward
       And though when I call, you try to claim you're standing still, I still hear you move back a few
       I wanna run back to you,
Fix your back for you and help you stand up
         All while trying to man up
  *This life I've created with the love of my life will find love in his life and become intertwined

       But before he does
I want him to know the amazing woman his grandmother is
       With or without a man
And the unconditional love her heart holds within
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