#blocks
Pay attention to what lengths one will go to
And still find themselves incapable of making it through
No push or pull through, both options taken off the table on a path of glue
Acknowledge the mental blocks that are constantly fought 1v2
Never told, so never knew
Sold a bad bag of repackaged goods labeled NEW
But these missing brighter days have an expiration on the carton too
As well as an enforcement of a curfew
That's never been required to pursue,
Yet they still do
While most never notice the touch of darkness lurking in their happy places too
©2024
May 7, 2024
May 7, 2024 at 3:15 PM UTC
Bones of ebony ivory drunk ate sing
Shaping the plates numbered nailed
Narrows nine hanging sneakers.
A fading necklace
Tying her laces.
Know yourself to the wells of valleys,
She sang, her voice was swelling
Understand yourself like the
Valleys leading wisely
To the eternal tides.
Cliffed-edge hanging dresses blowing
A flag below her waist over wheels
Of her brave weathered suitcase.
Crystal wing bends portraits of
Dinner plates in place.
Lush hair lady ebony-pale ivory sang Through the valleys dressed like
Her portraits of dining plates
Which weathered storms
She would have chased.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 10:29 PM UTC
hellbent point of peace
eaten by jointed bells
sand balance spat upon
sawn palace grand hands
swimming riches switch accounts
amounts to ditch of winnings
a similar muck shared between
seams stuck to stick her head
to seek her simple dream
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
#*Sometimes I don’t do
What I like doing most
Held up
Stuck
Oh!! the mind blocks
The blocks
Which could have been building blocks
But instead, they lay there as the roadblocks
Traffic and Jams
No, it’s not the sweet jam
That you savour on a toasted bread
Instead it’s roasting your head
Everything comes to one big
Halt
The
Mind blocks*#
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 4:41 PM UTC
Breathing empty air just to pass time
Sometimes scribble on the wall I am stuck behind
I am ready to break through thick bricks
They are a mess of emotions mixed
Prefer to sit idly as they fall one by one
They are stacking up and there's nowhere to run
Each piece of my heart tumbles down
A multitude of building blocks scattered all around
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 7:58 AM UTC
If letters on a keyboard are building blocks,
I want to build the most beautiful masterpiece.
Fitting different letters together into words,
And words into sentences.
I want these sentences to deliver thoughts that will make people's lives better.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
My story.
Where do I begin? Normally people would say at the beginning, but what if the story has no beginning or the beginning has been forgotten. What if every lie is the beginning and truth is the ending, would that complicate life? Or would it be understandable. Confusion is humans main language. Before we speak we confused whether we should or not. Before we say our words our minds are confused whether it's right or wrong. This confusion is accepted if not said, but when uttered is a disgrace. But a disgrace to who actually? Is it a disgrace to those who assume you understand or to yourself for being naturally confused. Anyway that is not the story. My story is dumber and simpler then that. It's the typical boy meets girl, girl meets boy. Okay, its not that simple cause it now sounds stupid. Let me spice it up, maybe you will be able to identify too much spice. He was or should I say is a normal yet complex rubix cube. I could read him till I thought I was smart enough to scrabble him up and set him back again. Yet he has one flaw, a flaw that made him smell like garbage. This flaw was, that he lived flings, loved flings, is flings. His cube had a missing part. The red part. It was all black. Even when questioned his master mind was quick to come up with lies. How we met is forgotten yet lied about. We told the world that we met at school, but what if we didn't. We told them we liked each other. Yet we couldn't drink water without telling one another. The beginning was forgotten. My biggest flaw that he could see is that, I lived love, I love love and I was built on pieces of a buttered heart. Yet I remained with him. He would shoot fireworks of heartaches yet I would smile and pretend I'm not choking on the smoke. He would slice my buttered heart yet I would smile and say you would be a great butcher.. He never understood me and I always let that slide. I was a continuous joke and he the comedian. What was left of me at the end was truth. That no matter what, I am willing to go through it all till I find my Valentine. The world called me crazy. I was confused, am I crazy for believing or crazy because I am strong. I'm made with love. Something unbreakable. No one can take that away. Even He, couldn't
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
i can’t find them
i can’t find anything
i’ve lost them all
in piles
of clothes
or pens
or paints.
i just saw them
why can’t i
just *******
grab them.
people say organization is important
and to them it makes sense.
i tell them that i know.
i do.
i know.
but if my brain is a mess
as it has been forever,
will i lose myself if i organize it?
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 2:04 AM UTC
In 499 B.C. those stone blocks
Are used to build seats in theaters.
It wasn't light as feather nor covered with leather.
Just pure stone blocks.
What about you?
Do you feel anything?
Are you those stone blocks?
Is your heart made of those blocks from Athens?
You noticing how I feel, is it going to happen?
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
It's 11:32
I'm still waiting here for you
Made my way down city blocks
Ignoring people, kicking rocks
But you've reached the deadline
It's 11:59
And I'm still waiting.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 12:48 AM UTC
*I am a man of little blocks
The world it tears me down
And when I'm broken on the floor
He picks me up
And gives me the support to build around*
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC
Oh, at times I don't really care about whether I live or die,
I've been through so much already it would make one cry.
If anyone would ever come to know the details of my life
the long and recent past are full of misery and much strife.
Sure, I've been through, like most others, the highs and lows
that everybody is familiar with and all one's life just shows,
but there are certain aspects that have been very dark or gray
which may never come to be known or see the light of day.
It may seem that by saying this I'm after your sympathy or praise
but spare a moment to think what issues our memories can raise.
And in particular all those things that now do bind us to the past
from which we try to free ourselves of and our present day is cast.
Don't they make you wish that they could've been done differently
and if given the chance to change some of them that are apparently
now causing you to stall in certain areas of your life that you know
not allowing you to move forward or into your full potential grow?
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
The spaces between the silence
The absence of your presence
There you stand, too tall
In the crowd of my defiance
Keeping it real our heads held high
Extracting the blue longing essence
We build the walls staying in dark
Blocks of reality cemented with distance
We shed each other like second skin
In the act of withdrawing assurance
Now the idol dominoes fall in synchrony
In the wind of emotions with eloquence
The doors forever closed and windows jammed
Locked out of endless comforting luminance
While the journey lasts a clock ticks ahead
Lingers the fumes of evocation fragrance
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 12:40 AM UTC
Tripping over infinitesimal hurdles of past and present.
Silenced by the noxious screech of bioluminescence.
Etcetera, etcetera, the dull pound never ends.
The heart within my mind, it seems, is fated to pretend.
Insatiable and greedy, yet, comforting to some.
Arrival of this brooding thought, devours me to none.
What is this?
What am I?
Opinions?
Why can't I?
Apart from mortal boundaries is how i truly fantasize.
Your life to live?
Abide the script.
The past will never provide you with..
A place to hide
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
On this block it's so happy and cheerful
But just drive down the other side
And you'll realize what life is truly about
For those unlucky and misfortuned
I hate seeing all of it
It's just not something i can handle looking at
Why does it always have to be this way?
I see flaws in the human system
It's getting better
But only gradually
Not fast enough
I call impossibility to near perfection bluff
I like to enter the door loud and rough
We're here to siege this base
Of darkness and despair.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
A muffled walk, soft foot-falls
Pain like distant rain
Electro tests: Yes/No…
I’m insane.
A---slug---gg-ishh -----temmmm-----po
Or.. hypersonicspeed
How do I define and clear all these weeds?
Focus FOCUS!
A twisted pile of metal, cloth, food and trash
Paper, paper everywhere
And not a spot to think—
What does it mean?
(Tear them down
Tear them down.)
They say: ‘Why can’t you be happy?
Why pick apart everything?’
I want to tredge through these mines
I want to clear the Dead Waste
I want all blocks removed one by one.
I want someone to call me Sane.
I want to feel and love
I want to open my heart to you.
But
How can anyone come through
Unless the boulders are removed?
Tear them down
Tear them down.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC
Me: What can
what can i do
Too many people wishing you were dead,
(Do all that you can when you can do)
What can i do now
I hit rock bottom from the sky,
Cuz they go all crazy when i shine
Am so lucky that i didnt break my head
Am strong enough for the life ahead,
Never want them back
They stabb yah back,
Backbite yah back, orchestrate ya sorrows
Today and tommorrow
Like it alot when you go wrong
But we been friends for so **** long
My failure is the source of there laughter
But when together they be acting luster
Guess now ill run even faster,
Run even Faster pray even harder
********
Tryn harder to hurt me further, like my deadbeat father,
Nolonger givn a **** bout what i feel
But still im stronger like steel,
See i aint even wrong them,
I wonder why they do what they do
What can
what can i do
Too many people wishing you were dead,
(Do all that you can when you can do)
What can i do now
Turn my other cheek no
I rise above them all now
(Do all that you can when you can do)
Remember them days back when i didnt mind my back,
My backpack full o packed coke we be runnin them blocks cuz we blacks never relaying on luck i pick mosta them and the likes cut them some slack in my shack cuz they lackd,
We made a whole new home
They swore to never place greed before a ****** reciding them creeds like eminem,
before what we did in em streets to pull through,
my crew my life we cruise
We win we lose we floz
We never ceased to love
Is it too late...but it dawned on me it wasnt real
What can
what can i do
Too many people wishing you were dead,
(Do all that you can when you can do)
What can i do now
Turn my other cheek no
I rise above them all now
(Do all that you can when you can do)
We split tha ways cuz i wanted legit, no more fakin it ,a **** with a conscience look for a license protect the streets i raided cuz they raised me
Never place greed before a ****** is the creed we wrote you broke no longer broke you rich now but still robe the streets the many throats you slit for cults it occurred i hadto leave
I did the time for yall as you balled cuz i loved you all and you know how i loved Ael as her head you popped with them bullets
The same bullets i taught you to shoot
Give you the other cheek you sick,you know,
i had no other chic but Ael you weak freaks
Stick to them halls cuz im comin fo yer,
ill break my vows for her
Sending…
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
The great New York metropolitan
stretching its vibrancy
trafficking its wears.
Car horns combating in contemptuous arguments
habituated eardrums unwittingly pulsating
Great buildings upward; towering behemoths in grandiose splendor
This great asphalt jungle sprawling its electricity for blocks,
for miles
The jazz of the city continues the chanting; the sounds of bass and the blowing of the **** sax, the horn, the piano
and the drums drumming on its rhythmical beat
Beating hearts feeling the vibrancy; the shock waves of nuances echoing the great hustle
Multitude of voices singing praise to the different tongues;
vibrant in diverse rejoicing, the poetry of men and women
Metropolitans claiming the world condensing into small
blocks and listening to its RHAPSODY.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC