#sowhat
Don't talk to me about your love,
I've never seen a drop of it.
Don't talk to me about the climb,
I'll never reach the top of it.
Don't talk to me about the flowers
You've been prattling on for ****** hours!
Don't talk to me as if I don't know
That "rain will make the flowers grow".
Don't talk to me about your dance
I don't even have a dress.
Don't talk to me about your friends
I beg of you, give it a rest!
Don't talk to me about the sky
Mine has only ever been gray.
And if you try to talk about "healing"
I'll MAKE you go away!
This whole world that you create,
It's gorgeous, I must say it's great:
A beautiful cake on a pretty plate.
Welp, guess that means I'm second-rate!
Your poems are all meant to titillate
You titter and twitter and domesticate
These themes that even optimists could hate
I'll never be able to felicitate
You enough for the work that you narrate.
My morbid tones you must negate,
And to fix my soul: eviscerate!
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 12:30 AM UTC
I've never been a perfect girl
Had perfect friends
Functioned with a perfect mind
Or flirt with perfect boys
I'm rather broken you'd say
Don't add up to much most days
Add up to nothing at all most nights
So what
So what if i'm not who I was supposed to be
Cause I'm me
And it doesn't add up
But i'm no good with numbers anyways
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC
Every day I see this guy pass by my door,
he never steps off the path.
His hair speaks of his woe.
His steel eyes arrange the sky into a box,
the blue is not enough to keep him idle,
he requires the chains of logic.
It keeps him grounded when he could be flying.
“Why should I fly,” he says,
“It’s much too cold for me anyway.”
“Wear a jacket” I might declare.
He would reply, “I don’t wish to sweat through
my sensible clothes.”
(Only twenty dollars on sale.)
He is much too sensible to be any fun,
but fun is not all there is.
“There is science” he would suggest
If we ever were to talk,
I know he would be an excellent conversationalist
His dusty shoes tell of his wariness,
His jacket of his adventures.
(He keeps dust on his clothes to speak for his cleverness.)
“Conversation is for the simple-minded,” he would say.
“I prefer books,” would be my reply.
He would have nothing to say then,
(He doesn’t like conversation anyway.)
but he’d be too logical to let me know
Of his human blunder and illogical flash.
So he spoke to me of his action figure collection.
(“Most extensive, I’m sure”)
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
So what if I'm different
Maybe I like girls and boys
Yeah, I'm Bi, is that a crime?
So what if I'm strange
"Kid shows" bring me joy
In the end, it's just pixels on a screen
So what if I'm annoying
I'm just being myself
It's better than being someone you're not
So what if I'm awkward
People just don't understand me
I don't understand them either, so your point is?
So what if I'm ugly
It doesn't matter
My looks don't define me, neither should yours
So what if I'm still a child
I have feelings too you know
I can understand some things adults will never know
These are the questions I will always ask
Because the diversity of the human race is great!
It doesn't matter who you are under the mask
Human is whatever, black or straight
If anyone has a problem with it,
Are you gonna run crying, back to your cot?
Or will you give them a smile and say;
"So what?"
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
You're pretty for a dark-skinned chick
You'd be prettier if you were a light-skinned *****
Weezy F baby, said it himself
"beautiful black woman, but i bet she look better red"
He will never know the thoughts that went through the black woman's head
I don't want to be dark-skinned
I don't want to be light-skinned
I don't want to be brown skinned
I wanna be the RIGHT skin,
that white skin,
that PRIVILEGED skin
Now i don't mean that to be racist
it's not that i'm screaming BLACK POWER.
I just want to place,
even if it means being last in the entire human race.
did i mention i'm NOT screaming BLACK POWER?
I just don't want to see my brothers and sisters life span's equivalent to that of an hour.
an hour glass, sitting on the table
waiting for it's time to budge
Like an innocent young girl in a classroom last month
waiting to be drug
You say you'd rather be anything than a dark skinned chick,
Well ,here is a autobiography of an angry,
melanin filled,
*****
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 3:10 AM UTC
. window long and flat
only just so wide sunlights
coffin sunlight dies
but one sky for both
moon and sun amongst the stars
the war's little fun
come on you lovely
shun baby rising cloud clown
do your fire, blind me
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 9:56 PM UTC
You're adorable as hell and my halo is tilting down at your sight,
Has me wondering if this could be our night, and no, I'm not scared 'cause I know you'll hold me tight.
Reassure me, whisper, tell me I'll be alright.
So I've let go, I'm yours to have under the pale glow of this December moon tonight.
Cause maybe we won't be us forever, so let's spend every moment in the dark together.
But honestly we could go anywhere just as long as you are holding my hand. I write this poem for you after reading what Peter and Wendy went through.
I realized I don't want you to grow up if it means losing you,
I probably couldn't go a day,
without messing up your hair or yelling out how much you mean to me into the air.
And we both know this is love, cause your the only one I'm always thinking of.
So let's find our way in this sad college town today.
Cause maybe we won't be us forever, so let's spend every moment in the dark together.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
Here I am again, at the point of no return
I never do seem to learn
.....man oh man do my eyes burn
Another day watching the sunrise
But to me it's no surprise
How fast the hours pass through the night
& I'm just fine with that, no reason to put up a fight
I'm sure others don't think it's right
& it's just a big mistake
That I choose to stay awake
But that's a risk I'm willing to take
So for goodness sake
Give me a ******* break
Not the same you & me
My eyes look beyond what yours see
My soul is peaceful & free
Unlike you, I know how to JUST BE...
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC