Why is your poetry naked You couldn’t wear some words on them What I’m thinking is not in my head What you heard from me are unknown to me well, Take me as i am I’m flawed Bake me as i am I’m thawed The blue is sky Everyone lied The truth as been wandering No one accepted it Keeps me wondering Why lying is so sweet You called me a caveman Because i grunt while walking You couldn’t hear me well Then you called me a walking poet I was a lil’ bit weird Cos no one to cover my naked weapons Who’s gonna wear the bullet Everyone left unaware
tangents as i peel my tangerine stranded when you leave the scene running up the walls, painting the town green artificial natural, warped reality plethora of predators creep on me sneak a peek, steal my peace perception the weapon of my enemy your glance is cold and it stings my words are paper to a fire to escape i needed to lose everything
silence is your greatest weapon nobody can gauge, the inner rage that is willing to bubble up any second compliance is your greatest weapon feelings are saved, integrity betrayed clean yourself up like an inspection
Ten because nine isn't enough Violence because we never learned how to love Searched for forgiveness, now we search for blood Couldn't reach an understanding so we're reaching for the gun Shoot it ten times because nine isn't enough
Drink Flask See the drink flask there on the desk A boring blue in colour Slightly scratched and dinted Well used by the owner Made to look normal Like it was just a flask To carry coffee or juice Drink it while you eat Your dinner in work Or sandwiches out hiking The things of a normal world All illusion soon to change For this contains no drink Not in the normal sense It contains a virus from a lab If the lid is removed Other things done And released free We are all in trouble
A way of expression, A method of destruction, A powerful shield, A mighty weapon, A piece of art, An escapism...
No matter what you call it, Poetry is beautiful. Keep at it, young poet- I believe in you.
Leaving this in the notes because I have nowhere else to put it. My mother has been slowly blocking every social connection I have from my phone, so the only way I have of sharing my experiences as of now is through this website. I don't know what I'll do if this is taken from me.
Side note- my parents are very transphobic, so that's why I've had everything blocked. Once I came out as trans, my mother took matters into her own hands to try and stop me from being trans (or something..) I hope that, given the current circumstances, you can be patient with my lack of posting. Thank you for reading; it means a lot to me.
I'm no less than a lion-hearted soul Who lives by high heroic skills, Courageously fights off jackals, And rescues victims with flawless charisma
But I ain't less than a dignified warrior The most Blessed Teacher, an exemplary Has taught me About a weapon Which has been the answer to infinite sorrows dreamy desires and unthinkable perils I've used it to cheer up saddened souls And to relieve the unrelieved
It is my light It is the weapon to divert from hapless ends it is the key to unlock the gates of Mercy It is otherwise known as Dua
Their song Tells of ages great and long Warriors found and forged Along the beaten path Souls deeply bound Great foes emerged Faced with mighty wrath
Drinks all shared Stories of deeds dared Battles to the very brinks Of what sanity each knows Upon steeds of white they rode Bringing but death and remaining humanity No matter how ill the journey may indeed bode
Not every battle Was fought riding in the saddle With sharpest sword or strongest ax Nor concealed dagger or fearsome fist But in walls of roaring metal With sharpest words and strongest facts Concealed stagger and fearsome twist Leaving wounds to bleed Perhaps more than a visible **** Fuel to deed great or foul Perhaps to lash and scowl To yearn and to feel To learn and to heal