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Graff1980 May 2018
I am coming,
the quick trickster
slick heart enchanter
dark dancer.

I’m coming,
heart burning
as ashes paint
these concrete streets,
as people multiply
and walked with me.

Sidewalks peppered
with plastic flesh
that is packed with
everything that leaks
and seeks
its own death;

A house of rubble,
a home of dust,
but I am
a traveling man
in tattered garbs
trying to connect you
to those who are
just distorted reflections
wearing similar scars.
Graff1980 May 2018
They blasted us,
made more landfills from
the dust that was once
our skin,
toasted a succession
of successful thefts
as they took
what was left
of our hope
and innocence.
Graff1980 May 2018
We crumble
into the rubble,
collapse into the past.
We cringe when
the fire comes,
but never run
fast enough.
Graff1980 May 2018
They are so loud,
soft figures that crowd
crying out loud,
and sometimes
sobbing softly.

I can see them.
I can almost feel them.
Edging me away
with their powerful
feelings.

Sorrow splits my being.

A sign pleads
for something to eat.

A woman blames
herself
for the pain
inflicted
by someone else.

A child scratches
deep stiches
into her heart
and her arm.

A friend feels
like a failure.

An old lady
sits waiting
for people
who won’t
come to see her.

A mother still cries
at nights
after someone shot her
teenage daughter.

They intrude
exuding all of their pain,
and push me back
into my square room
were I am safely
sequestered away
from the shame of
failing to save
everyone.
Graff1980 May 2018
Its heavy breathing,
heart stopping,
as a heavy man
crushes you
beneath the sheets.

You scream,
but he silences you
with threats.

Then shame
becomes the name
of you silence.

Years unsteady,
eyes unraised,
walking afraid;

Whistles
send shivers,
nerves
on an edge so deep
that sometimes
fatigue
is not enough
to bring you to sleep.

This is not my story,
but I am trying to see,
hoping to understand
so, I can be
a better man,
a helping hand
for those in need.

But when I speak to loudly
sometimes
you cannot breathe
because of the anxiety.

Then this poetry
of attempted empathy
becomes my shame.
Graff1980 May 2018
Everyone knows
we are a bunch of
blustering bluffing
posturing buffoons
who cower callously
ignoring our own
broken humanity
Graff1980 May 2018
Why do we allow
these shallow
stubborn *******
to acquire annual annuities
on slick sick
investments;

Like oil refinement
or weapons,
such detriments
to our social health
and our environment.

Will we be able
to restrain
this barbaric disposition
that manufactures
guns and
environmental disasters
with our false bravado?
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