What it takes for a poem to trend I fail to understand When you expect the least It trends and trends When I am serious and deep The poem flops like a fish on the deck May be I "No Poet" category poet!
It's like moving in slow motion While the city lights Br in the fast lane Cutting me off Cutting me off And then They burn my eyes While they cut me off As I rocked to the top Higher it rose up But I never stop I'll never stop It's all I know And all I've got Long live the hard flop So I'll roll with the punches And see what I've got Way to go Small fry You're in the big leagues now.
Welcome to the unfiltered real world. You may have been big man on campus, but around here you're small.
We fight with all we have, We lose the things that we never had. Life is one submission after another, We aim for one, but achieve the other. We are all here standing, Ready to take our number, Completely unaware the we are all going under. The will to fight is nothing but illusion, The want to continue is born of confusion. We all stand strong, Yet in the end we fold. We all talk a big talk, But only our words are bold. We can give up now, And be forever content. Or we can continue, And be further broken and bent.
Are we broken, or are we beaten? Or are we really never the champion to begin with?
Do you write it on a paper With black ink That doesnt bleed Slip it into your pocket as you walk away from me Do you shout it from the highest rooftops that touch the clouds or the balconies that stand before you towering those frightening hights With a voice so fragile it Can break like stained glass And a roar so loud It's heard in every crevice of the land Do you type it out With taps of your nimble fingers Urgent like the constant need to tell Press send, shut the door, and throw away the key How do you tell With a whisper just before you get whisked to sleep Gentle and soft like the tip of a feather But passionate like the brush of an artist How do you tell Do you write poems that elude to the words The feelings that burn and beg for release The skips that my heart does everytime I see you Do you write songs With a treble so high the birds can sing But a bass so low you feel it thumping with your pulse Lyrics that trap themselves in your mind so you'd never forget How do you tell Do I Trace it out on your side When we lie together at night While the crickets are chirping And Mars so bright and red glowing like a lantern in the night How do you tell In days where I get these constant reminders like shocks to the arm Or months where I think of the worse and it yanks me by my feet at night What about years when everything is bliss and your there to protect me I can't hold it in But I can't let it out its like an Ulcer on my side It burns and itches when I am with you I want to pick at it and will it away I want to douse it in water To scratch till it bleeds out Spread aloe vera and nurture it to health Please write the book with happy endings to make your heart swoon Write that book that I leave on my night stand dresser because I read it so much Write the songs that get stuck in my head and I listen to on repeat Paint the canvas that we will hang on our bedroom wall with every color on the spectrum Paint that canvas to remind me there is never a dull moment with you Choose a chord with melodies as sweet as peaches and humming bird hum I need to know How to tell you I'm in love with you
Can’t get my head round the email “Help me get it right” “It’s why you do what you do” “What you do best” “This will wipe out the opposition” After much soul searching he took the role A fugitive who lives with an urban family An honest story that comments on our times Or an expensive risk? It’s a case in point I could tell you stories you couldn’t print.
A deal was made Much needed publicity This one can’t miss A sure fire winner Lavishly budgeted? Almost everything was shot at the ranch.... I Remember the poster in the foyer “The Goal of the assassin” “Two ****** hours” Initially the subject of media ridicule An eyesore trashed traded or hauled away Luckily fast forgotten It died a humiliating death
Tiny feet taking a walk Small and steady steps Careful not to trip down Still not sure of which foot goes where Sometimes right, sometimes wrong Busy strolling around Little baby in momma's big flip flops