#driven
the gushing fountain
from the depths-
of a hidden ocean.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 10:10 AM UTC
If you could have it all, everything your heart desires would you try? Just a sip, they said, your dreams will come to life. What happens when the drink runs dry? Your aspirations shrivel, you confidence wilts.
So, will you take a sip?
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 2:27 PM UTC
Recklessly I cruise a plateaued plane
One I call memory lane
Which in hindsight was kind of insane
I'm not sure what I was looking to gain
There's not much other than pain in the ones I retain
I know this, it's beyond first hand eyewitness obvious,
Even prior to being forced to meticulously explain
Becoming increasingly familiar with that ruthless domain
Thankfully some truly cherished living snapshots remain
However, most have broken free from their neglected, rusty chain
And I'm left cursing the bane of my existence,
While, in plain sight, the flashbacks that cause my eyes to drain
Swerve in and out of my lane
Joy ridin' my misery or being metaphysically driven to the torture of the mind and soul,
Instigated by a fraction of a fractured brain
That to this day isn't clear on what's it's actually sayin'
Can not seem to refrain from immersing myself in self inflicted pain
Forgotten or slain?
What's it matter if the outcome will be the same;
Me, laying motionless in front of a raging train,
Leaving only a crime scene stain
One that'll go as unnoticed as it did when it flowed through a main artery vein
'Till any and all evidence of my unspectacular,
Super localized reign
Washes away in the rain
And I become nothing more than a name
©2024
May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 12:25 PM UTC
(Chorus)
Driven
By a fear that's not my own
Hidden
It's not my fault my heart is stone
Given
More than I can handle alone
I give in...
...knowin'
I'll never know if I've ever been forgiven
(record scratch to Queen sample)
Carry on, carry on
Nothing really matters...
...to meeeee
(speed/tone pitched down and fade out)
©2023
Dec 19, 2023
Dec 19, 2023 at 4:45 PM UTC
to learn to
enjoy the unknown
rather than to
fear it
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 7:47 PM UTC
I started dreaming then I couldn't stop. I was awakened to the cruel plot. Sounding crazy coined as a crackpot. Tried to hold it in but I could not.
Spill the beans watch the heads roll. Dump all the bodies into a big hole. Storm the hill and burn the structure. Ravish these power driven mother *******
Steak a claim upon my last will.
Take all the money to the landfill.
I will not be your walking puppet.
I break your rules because I love it
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 8:11 AM UTC
I am of the past,
the present, and the future;
reminiscent reflections of incomplete potential.
Never satisfied with the present,
I seek a brighter image.
A confident black woman fulfilled.
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 1:44 AM UTC
Just in case
What if Eve, as an easy lable for YMRCA, were
the first wombed man with wit to make her will known,
vocally?
What if she could sing, and smile, wink and
blink and look away,
coy, from the crib.
She steals, so'ld say the tales, her daddy's heart, but not so fast
this is, say 120 KYA, as current model mortals mark time
since most recent common mom... walked balanced, upright...
I bet she could dance and sing... but
some reason or another, now
no offspring of any mom alive when YMRCA walked, walks now.
Not upright, ya sher... maybe eve was the only wombed man.
What if, any of that, but this is a strue as we may know...
all construed facts point to life being
struely
not as simple as a boom... though there are ways to end it,
as we say we well know,
we've seen the cancers... mental deranging during mind wandering,
we have heard the stories,
Hydes who remained,
but only Post-mortal Marvel has myths where Hyde is the happy side.
Silly, I would love to have friends.
But no stupid people, none un willing to use a word of the day
to escape a bout of ignorant rage
-- Brubeck, Sonny... yeah like the Sundance Kid's prison flick,
-- but Sonny was a first gen Jesus Freak,
with one of those, at will, eididic memory's.
He also owned the first digital watch I ever saw. I thought he was rich.
In a rage, Sonny once screamed in my hearing,
GOD WHY MUST THERE BE OTHER PEOPLE?
as orderly types were taking him, strapped to gurney,
to Camarillo State Hospital,
a truly beautiful place for solitary rememberence
of everything
you ever said or did. Like, the window of your soul
become the big screen, with no body projected there...
all around me everyone is not there...
then I see, I guess, this is a way that prayer was remembered as
Sonny slowly rose to re
ify a present with other people in it, but masked.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 9:41 PM UTC
I want to understand human purpose ;
The doubtless impaired devotions that deviate from
‘The Human Idea’
There’s something ‘recovered’ that persists in each life
yet
in each life
it is usually
quashed habitually
These purposes are mused from off of the makings of our lives
and
when applied
can become true
unearthed work
a driven propulsion
a **** You’ or offering to the ‘Creator Idea’
a truth of an individual view
or
at least
some sort of an approximation.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 10:37 PM UTC
Your hunger grows
a flame fanned
by desire
An instable voice
in your head
No sleep ,restless
Never present
running to stay a few
steps ahead
The more you see,you know
the praise is cheap
it doesn't translate
But now you've begun
they're watching
Prove it ! Prove it!
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 6:41 AM UTC
While you stuff my throat with your words,
I still have you wrapped around my pinky.
For you are rendered under the power of my lips,
The slight touch of my tongue on your neck,
The will of every man held between my legs.
You shake,
You grab at me,
You moan my name and yet,
You think you have your power.
As I lay with you,
Your soul slips into perdition,
Your eyes beg for mercy,
My fingers trace down your abdomen and leave marks behind.
My pet tiger,
You have earned your stripes and in my keep, you stay.
You buckle under the pressure of my whimpers and whispers,
The scrunch of my face while you hold my body beneath yours,
Our foreheads pressed together in pleasure.
My love,
You cannot leave me.
For I have your own will used against you.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 5:19 PM UTC
being driven off a cliff isn’t too bad
other than the cold breeze
and that song that ended too soon
the butterflies even eventually fade
but man, let me tell you about the view
clouds danced with the horizon
the setting sun peaked through
Bob Ross would’ve envied my last adieu
sea gulls hovering
waves crashed over dunes
ocean mist floating freely
my head was stuck on stupid ****
bills unpaid
plants unwatered
I wondered what you’d assume
You'd search for something rational
Maybe a faulty barricade
or a curve that I hit too soon
positive I had been a little reckless
in fact those are partially true
I don’t know how to tell you
the real answer was you
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
man and woman are one
when wooing alchemy is done
when what is man is
wanted so bad by woman
and what is woman
is wanted so bad by man
touch and tease
tantalise and squeeze
till joined in genital congregation
speaking tongues of lustful sensation
become feverishly driven
in procreational oblivion
till peaks are reached
till urges are beached
but fluids are blended
and the seed is sown
deep inside
where it may be grown
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 8:55 PM UTC
Purpose,
satisfying, glorious purpose
swells my heart
until it's
**brimming,
bursting,**
and begging to
overf
\l
\o
\w
onto a page.
...
What
do I do?
Where
do I start?
How
do I direct this
bundle of
raw motivation?
How
do I mold it,
shape it
into a helpful,
useful format,
and
point it in
the direction
I
want?
How do I
use
it?
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 7:14 PM UTC
She was just a girl whose eyes were constantly filled with the darkness that ate holes in her soul.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 7:08 PM UTC
It chips away at me
Makes me hungry
Hungry to be successful
Hungry to be the best I can be
Hungry to be the center of attention
A hunger I can never satisfy
A hunger that eats away everything
It starves me when I'm content
It has burrowed deep inside me
I can't rid this being that consumes me
I can't drown it
I can't feed it
I can't see it
Because it's taken over every part that makes me me
There's no lonelier feeling
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
If I told you about everything,
all the truth kept locked inside
If I made you a promise that
forbade me to lie
I'd tell you how ****** up I am,
of the thoughts I keep at bay
I'd show you all the scars I've made,
then I'd run away
If I couldn't hide myself behind
my broken shades
There would be no point in living,
my life driven by my shame
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
When a woman explores the deeper meaning of who she is, she is unstoppable.
When she decides to dry her eyes, apply those red lipstick on her lips and become irrisistable.
Her mind is made up, because she was tired of being fed up.
That woman is fierce, driven and is prepared to shatter glass ceilings because she has now found the meaning.
Skipping empty pages hiding her stories...she now fill them with words she was once so afraid to speak, love made her weak.
Look at her now, shattering glass ceilings and she wears her pain well,
She was overwhelmed but she overcame. Without fame she turned heads. I see that woman in me, once possessed by feelings.
She is the daughter of the father who weds her mother...shattering glass ceilings.
S.B
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC
I am the message, I inspire
set souls on fire.
A vestige of hope in days of darkness
I speak words of revolution
I can be the solution if you act now
so don't detract from the words I am saying
and the message given
which is driven home with concrete verbs and feeling
sealing the change for the future
I teach I nuture souls with love and not disdain
I heal the pain of the poor
but i shame the guilty with words fired like justice driven arrows
to make them atone for their sins
but I let them change themselves within
and their ways
I am the message
think feel me
absorb my words.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 6:51 AM UTC
Stand up
Fall down
Hit the pavement hard
Conscience empty
Shattered feelings
Black stained and scarred
Bar gripped
Malevolence gone
Trip wire sad
Crossed line
Gender home
Mental anquish mad
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC