My life is a string of periods drawn out in a line __ A garland of punctuated pearls only worthy divers can find. . . . Haters treated it like a dump of dashes -- Hurled their "quotations" Shoved me into (parentheses) And struck at me with oblique slashes / Then “lovingly” draped it all on my frail torso Like Miss Universe sashes But as a bold series of commas, I learned to hum between rhythm and rhyme With a necklace of exclamation points around the throat of my heart and mind! ♥ A dangling pair of ellipsis earrings... Playful as a wind chime A wristband of semicolons; Clutching my watch’s face As my face watches time Haters tried so hard to dictate my life’s story But those words are Allah’s composition throughout eternity I embrace His decree And I name the punctuations mine!
Punctuation may break Rhythm of writing For a writer of poetry Unavoidable under Some circumstances To convey correct meaning Meanings change drastically When l say: A woman, without her, man is nothing or A woman, without her man, is nothing Punctuation sometimes Does matter If not in letter But in spirit!
stay here (on the Sofa) feel the Beat (and never go)
be my boy (everlasting) at the end (talk around) secrets of love
Context: This is a poem i wrote for a lofi album I'm working on. Each line is a song title and the album name will be Sofa Beats (like beats to listen to while doing nothing) Let me know what you think!