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 Jul 2015 sabella
Nat Lipstadt
This is a poem that I didn't plan on writing,
didn't want to write,
but ******
you can't control
psychic blasts from
out of nowhere,
triggers without
warnings
~~~
Six hours ago,
received a message,
  (see below)
another one,
from a fellow poet here

dear god,
it knocks me
six feet deeper
than the six foot grave
that I was already
sunk down in

Lest you think,
this poem is about me,

here's hoping you don't read it,

(since its likely to be
long ,
now, so out of fashion,
most have hopefully skipped ready away)

cause it *is
about me,
courage and
how
I came to write my own
Declaration of Independence

savings lives,
a life all along
part time happenstance habit,
sometimes called
giving a ****,
gets me in to trouble
especially,
when I'm the one in trouble,
cause any normal person,
thinks foremost first,
who the **** is
gonna save me?


my nine lives
long ago used up,
but was hoping
nobody important noticed,
could squeeze a few more
resurrection revival miracles,
from a body that is nearer to
seven decades
than the mere two,
of most of you

so out of work, told,
you dude, don't cut it anymore
worrisome noise, expected, now realized,
was sleep depriving,
cause
I got
mouths to feed

tea and sympathy,
please don't feed me,
cause what I learned
from a life of
giving encouragement,
is the final story,
the way its gotta end,
is at the place
where your sign name to,
the one, the only,
dotted lined destiny that can be called
successfully concluded,
by drawing down,
one mo' time,
your very
own
residuals for believing,
even when your driving
on fumes,
you manage on

which is how I came to write
these ten words, a summary of my future
Declaration of Independence

The hardest thing to do,
being strong,
for everyone else


no matter the state of your state,
lifetime habits don't die,
just go underground for awhile,
spent my independent soul's currency
taking care of others,
getting little in return
only the greatest
Un,
the Un expected,
high of the
reciprocal of kindness

bumps and grinds,
had my fair share,
always bounce back,
coming out better, stronger and better,
but they've put new obstacles in the course,
which makes it that much harder

so wrestling with this contra-diction:
that to be independent,
is the sum of dependency of others
on the works of your hands

when a message arrives
a penetrating light
that strips your gloomy inward lookings,
outward,
the re-direction, a gift of a reminder,
Perspective

once you offer to be depended on,
you can be never go back,
you gone and purchased (and sold)
a one-way ticket,
with no expiration,
the only
kind
for sale

so I refill my metrocard,
one more time,
but the machine doesn't accept
anybody's else's words of encouragement,
then you pocket dig a little deeper,
deeper than the six
you already in,
and pull out,
amidst the
lint and schmutz,
your last dime,
laughing all the time

for you know better than most,
to be independent
is to swear allegiance
to those who
depend on you,
writing down a poem
of sacred honor,
and herein nominated, seconded
and signed,
as your very own
Declaration of Independence

cause kids,
I read the original Declaration
from 1776,
which concludes:

"We mutually pledge to each other our Lives,
our Fortunes and our
sacred Honor"


NML
~~~~~
July 4th, 2015
"Your words of I want you to live,
They began a slow change in my life, today
Ibam in full fruition of that. I am alive, living, working, getting better, taking what was given to me, conquest of my demons. Yes, I have arrived, humbly but with much confidence. Your influence had a great deal to do with my personal and poetical growth as a person. I have matured because you gave a ****, because you knew deep down I could beat everything life had thrown at me.

Know this,
Put it in your mind,
Relish it and be proud;

YOU CHANGED MY LIFE
AND I AM ETERNALLY GRATEFUL."

July 4th, 2015
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

the first such similar message
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1140915/21-hours-ago/

April 4th, 2015

21 hours ago
received the message below,
from a fellow poet, here,
now somewhat, more disappeared,
resting in the shady quietude of
Elliot's servers

a mere 21 hours ago,
a thunderbolt telegram
of virtual dots and dashes,
well received

21 hours ago -

"there's a reason
I got to know you,
even though that might
sound silly.
In a way,
you saved me
two summers ago..."

this message,
teaches me to remember
the power of words
supercharged,
be careful what you
write,
you just might save a
soul...

could not feign
the pain
unintentionally recovered
while looking for
clues to myself,
this purported savior

but from now on and within,
when I see a message
time stamped
**21 hours ago**
I'll be
better ready
for the
explosions of myself
 Jul 2015 sabella
Ranger
*** i cant i want to be with you and your all sleeping and **** i want you Danny i want you i want to be with you, i want to be close to you so close to you, i want to lick your lips and softly kiss you and hold you and hug you, and nuzzle into you, i want to love you, i want to love you in all the ways that are possible, i need you, i need you so much, you have made me fall in love with you just by being you, i love you and i cant believe it took me 3 years and several bad relationships to see that, but im glad you kissed me im so glad you kissed me Daniel, you made my life so much better the past year has been better then the past 4 and i cant ever thank you enough, because you saved me, and even tho we'v been threw hell and back, were still together and were strong, and i dont ever want to loose that, i dont want to be that stupid couple that promises that they'll be together forever and end up breaking up, i Want to be with you i need to be with you, you make up such a big part of who i am, Yes i have my stupid little i want to die moments but thats just cause... i have issues ... and **** but so does everybody else and i cant ever express to you how much you mean to me, i really cant, i love you so much oh my gosh i love you and i cant wait to be with you, im waiting im waiting for that day when you'll here i swear i will like cling to you to the point you'll get so annoyed by me, you wont want to be around but you know what i dont care, i love you and its the one thing that iv been waiting for my hole life, yes granted im only 17 but you know what thats to many years, i finally found my soul mate, the one i want to be with and i swear to you ill be the most loyal wife you'll ever have i love you, i love you i love you i love you i cant ever tell you enought how much i love you, im sorry for going on and on and on but sometimes i just have to tell you how i feel regardless of how much it is and yea, and i do recall that one time when you told me how you love it when i love went or how ever you said it but *** i love you so much, your my forever and my for always i promise <3 till death do us part, but not even death will keep me from you <3 just.. delay us alittle, im not letting go i wont let go i cant let go your just so much of me that if i were to ever let go, there wouldnt be anything left of me... BUT im not so that **** can go to hell... but i think imma stop writing and i really wish you were awake to read this and maybe you are idk but... i love you... <3 my Daniel Bishop Allan <3 i love you, Forever And For Always <3
--
~•Foxy-Girl•~
I lost her a long time ago but I found this. This is my last gift to you. I hope this helps you remember the beauty of the world. And with a hope and a prayer that you can find a love like ours. Fighting to be together. Who loves you like a treasure and makes you smile even when there is nothing to smile about. This is my gift. A wanting you to find a love like this.
Good bye my long lost love. You will always have a place in my heart
 Jul 2015 sabella
Poetry by MAN
SLAM
 Jul 2015 sabella
Poetry by MAN
I wrote this for a slam to explain who I am
Hello it's poetry by M.A.N..Yes I am a pseudonym
Mystery I provoke to make the theater choke
Words play every stroke feel emotions can you cope?
I'm here to make it clear rhyme in poetry you shouldn't fear
Twisted is the mirror many levels are the tier
Competition is vital keeps us questing for a title
Who will be my rival in this poetry Survival?
Hit you with love..Vibrate rooms like a club
Ba doom Ba doom voice bass hit you like a Sub...
Woofer...Heart is full not hallow
LIKE ME! If there was a button would you follow?
Messenger M.A.N twist my tongue for this slam
Aw **** gawd **** he thinks he's a rapper M.A.N  
Simple..direct witness this vocabulary wreck
All due respect..don't want to be correct
Commercial break watch me pop with my snapple
Acquired many skills hope my talent is ample
Kung fu poet choose any style I will flow it
Talent is the seed..I nurture and grow it
MAN of bone creating a melodic tone
Feel comfort inside like your coming home
Shaman Buddha this hybrid will school you
Magnetic seduction runs right through you
I vow to play my part in this world of art
Watch me butterfly to a new start
Blow my nose with prose
Just words without flow
Stand up on stage put on a good show
Hope y'all enjoyed poetry by MAN
Speak not in 1st or 2nd but the 3rd I am
Run blogs on tumblr..Facebook can't stand
"Throw your mind's in the air" Top rope body SLAM!!
M.A.N 4-11-15 Yeah I wrote this for a slam I performed this piece in Visalia, Cali on 4-11-15 it didn't score well judges seemed a bit confused by it..I did fumble a bit eh I'm still working on my slam skills...
 Jul 2015 sabella
Poetry by MAN
I Do
 Jul 2015 sabella
Poetry by MAN
Ooh Lu ma I want to kiss your lips
Number one top on my bucket list
For me there is only you
I've felt the false I want the true
Life isn't easy in fact it's cruel
We navigate through obstacles it's what we do
Not a perfect story or favorite song
To understand what's right we have to know what's wrong
Emotions weak? Hell no their strong!
A love that leaves one better when it is gone
Look..Let me show you what you cannot see
With words I can paint reality
Example..I am one unfinished book
Chapters of the many risks I took
Gangsta of love I played the crook
Now the sum of ingredients watch me cook
Enough about me back to you
I want to hold your hand all life through
Wish for me like I wish for you
For my one true..I say I do...
M.A.N 10-3-14 I wrote this awhile back..feeling a bit corny today..hmm why not put it out..Ooh Lu ma I hope you find it delicious full of love which makes it nutritious..∞ ƸӜƷ
 Jul 2015 sabella
Poetry by MAN
Sing
 Jul 2015 sabella
Poetry by MAN
Sing a song fast or slow
Melody completes the flow
Strum guitar put on a show
Hit all notes high and low
***!!! You are dream
Voice of an Angel with a Devil's scream
***** mind you so clean
Oh so nice yet so mean
Tell me how you want this Dope?
Twisted how I slip the *****
Potent addictive most can't cope
Write you lyrics you can smoke
I am now a giving MAN
Hold my ego in my hand
Slips from grasp just like sand
Release me from the master plan
So I drift on my own
Carving out a heart from stone
Magic every day has grown
Flesh feels married to the bone
Adventure unravels mystery
Encounter different parts of me
Through eyes of wise begin to see
Means to elevate humanity
Truth on Earth we all are one..
Chilling on the block till Kingdom come
Radiate our talent like rays of Sun
We Sing a song far from done...
M.A.N 6-17-15 This was originally a freestyle flow..I did an edit and here it is..
 Mar 2015 sabella
stéphane noir
to my darling who feels she's not:
our separation is mere illusion.
truly, your pain strikes me as i write this;
your sensations of abandonment,
and the decisiveness they have caused,
bleed from my skin into the fibers of my clothes.
i am no longer clean.
i do not feel pure.

to my severed arm and shortened tendons:
destruction is merely another side of life.
out of disappearance comes all things-
without space, there would be nothing to contain us,
nothing to allow and enfold our beings' spirits,
and they would sputter and cease like my love's flame.
i am no longer yours.
i do not feel full.

to the farthest star that my eyes can see:
your light reaches me- i glimpse you!
in the perceived emptiness between us
there is no distance to be found;
around us exists the infinite potential for
further connection and deeper growth in closeness.
i am no longer alone.
i do not feel sorrow.
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