"develope" poems
There is nothing
worse
than smoking a stoge alone
knowing the white paper wrapped
around leaves is a Hearse.
Dying slowly with a friend
feels almost alright
but when the smoke
billows out at night
a locomotive with no incentive
you get pensive
and wish that cancer would develope
dropping you in an early grave.
The stench of burning bodies
isn't a story
with a life lived next to a crematory
the sizzle of the cigarette
akin to the sound of
bacon cooking in the morning.
No warning signs
from a petered out mind
cracked spine causing
an acid flash back
fluorescent butterflies
peek over the guitar strings
stinging like beautiful bees
while the trees take deep breaths
singing
"Breathe child...breathe"
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 4:52 AM UTC
Our beginning , like new life
was pure.
So far away are the days that like the horizon seemed filled with eternal promises to face
side by side.
First as friends,
then as frolicking fools
too blind to see the roads sharp fork
that would divide like a deep chasm.
Still, we rushed forward
on passions temporary fuel
hitting the first bump,
soon to be trapped in a cycle
of blissful agony,
like new life growing only to wilt
in the unceasing cold to come.
But, as a dead flower leaves a seed,
So did we leave scars,
that tells a tale to carry each of us
with the other as we move on.
Perhaps,
A lesson learned or a wound
to be examined on colder days,
that like the markers along
a journey
guides us going forward.
So as dents display the wisdom our once
fresh bodies did develope on our trip,
We learned to seek out bumps to avoid
and though we drive different roads
In opposite seasons,
peace floods me as
the passing road markers
down memory lane become
like the grave stone on that forking road
where I layed each wilted petal
of the flower on the dash
to rest along the road on that autumn trip.
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC
lungs
Consisting of elastic sacs with branching passages into which air is drawn so that oxygen can pass into the blood and carbon dioxide be removed
You planted flowers in mine and my body has not adjusted to breathe the different air.
I have forever felt at one with nature and hold the desire to assimilate myself in to it
But Today my body is not ready
My body will not accepted that as nature I will be stepped on
My body is A lot stronger then my heart is
I want my chest to be molded to hold all of which you want to give me
I want to say my carbon dioxide receptors will develope
like I can turn by body into something it is not
for you
but truthfully i know better
My body is resistant.
My muscles fight for me when i am on longer doing it on my own
When i don't understand that this is a battle to the death
I wanted to give you something and didn't even contemplate that you could to **** it
I don't think it was intentional
But you have uprooted all of my nourishment and put it in my lungs
and although it is beautiful I cannot digest from my lungs
My life as this is not yet over
I have drawn from my skin all of what it had and more
I have picked at my bones i have tried to push them closer together
I have tried to make my body pretty and artfull
upon finding out that beautiful starts with self acceptance
I worked on believing that i am beautiful
I was coming to peace with loving myself
I had become a garden of my own
flourishing off of what i had around me
When you arrived you began to dig up the roots I was using to cope
swinging your shovel around like you didn't know the importance of what you were doing
WHile you were teaching me that your acceptance of me was more important than that of my own
The mind of which i follow told me that this was okay.
My body called ******** not ready to be stepped on
You had felt me with the rest of your body
And planting the flowers in my lungs was so you could feel me under your feet
Your feet are not the ones i want to be underneath
When my body is ready i will go into the ground
And the bereaved and the grave diggers and distraught will walk across me and my body will become that of another nature
For the first time my body will feel completely solid.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
Chemically embalanced to self-indulge,
Others call it binge eating notice the bulge.
Scream out frustration as you accuse,
The one whos face weighs with hungry abuse,
Conquered and established self-control is released only to be neglected,
Serotonin satisfies the emotions as long as the monster is fed.
Heavy eyes and painful knees,
Subliminal magnets pull the subconscious to utter regretful pleas,
Pale skin summons questions of existence,
Unnoticed goes the sluggish caged organs that develope sickness.
Taken was blood to recieve a placebo,
Carrying my commented load,
As temptations surface listen as I say no.
If love is blind then why are you so bitter,
I melted my mass like butter,
Hoping the pain was worth the endeavors,
For you to feel better.
Now a bag of bones hooked to a drip,
Malnourished and weak I took a bad trip,
Hovering at my bedside,
I whispered, "pull the plug just let me die..."
As you watch my motionless and bedshaped body weep,
Did you not realize your viscious words cut deep.
Aug 21, 2010
Aug 21, 2010 at 9:02 PM UTC
I tend to have a deep endearment and emotional intrest in coldhearted people, i see good in them, and i want to develope a relationship with them, i fall inlove with what i know they can be, i want to be there for them and see what there about, i have this huge thing for ******** type people, but sometimes when you play with fire, theres a great possibility you will get burned.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
I hold on to my cigarette for that last drag,
Right before I almost flick it
The last breath of calming air,
The last moment to not worry.
I salute the sky with my cup
To taste the last drop of bourbon
Because sleeping sober seems daunting.
I watch the pines bend, hearing them creak,
With the scent of old oak split for the fire,
I'm nervous and confident and shy
And outgoing and hateful and happy,
And I love kissing and cooking,
I've been to almost every state,
Taking in gorgeous terrain,
I write for "you" for "her" for "me",
For "them" and about nothing,
I sing from my heart and develope
True lies from what's inside me,
I want my friends and family to
Die first so that I know no one will
Will miss me because dying is bad enough,
But knowing they're hurting more is worse.
I look up at the stars at night when
I can see them, and I wonder
"Where am I going?"
And every time, I swear to God,
A shooting star flies.
You'd think something so fast would
Make a sound, but its silence only
Preserves it's glory.
I always heard that they were rare,
I've seen so many, I've lost count,
And honestly, I think that's a tragedy
Because I should awe and wonder at such
Faithless beauty.
I don't think that I am different,
I think I am myself,
But I also counter argue
With the fact that if everyone were themself
We'd all be the same.
Individual sheep in a herd.
These are mindless ramblings,
Of a worried and loving person,
But also the fears of a mildly depressed human.
I go back home to clear my head
And appreciate that I am welcome.
It's an odd thought, but I realize
That is one hundred times better than
Some people have it.
I'm concerned but greatful,
I'm awash with misery,
I'm excited and resilient,
And happy, and dismayed.
It's hard when you know who you are,
But not how to Be.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 4:35 AM UTC
Suffering sadness,
Trapped in your own dillusional sense of a fictional reality,
Created by a minipulative enabler,
Every bump,
Scratch,
Pain,
Hive,
Belly ache,
Sore throat,
Something more then what is.
False accusations turn into a desperate desire to develope a deeply fatal disease.
Harmful self punches and bites,
Create bruises on your body.
Lies.
Everyone a false ****** up mistake.
Not a **** up, but severely ****** up.
Dismissing the only one who saw through the ******** and still loved you.
The only one who helped you.
The only one who tried to make you see.
Not a friend.
But to you, just an immature drama queen.
Why fight for a back stabber?
A liar?
Someone who has never been there for me when I needed you most.
Inconsiderate.
The opposite of love is indifference,
To hate is to feel emotion.
No hatred.
Pity.
I pity you.
You will be forever alone.
No one will stand by you as I stood by you.
All will see through the ********
Once they see,
No one will stay.
You have no one.
I feel sorry for you.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
who designated
the negative and
abstract term of
the
*****
to represent
the race of
our beautiful
multi-tribal
Black People
the *****
represents
something that is dead
and insignificant but
Black People
are full of life
love and happiness
what gives
other people
the moral authority
justification or
the moral right
to define
Black Folks or
to tell us
what to think
Black Women
must stop purchasing
crazy hair products'
weaves extensions
for their hair and
creams and gels
to lighten up
their skin
to look
more European
with sraight hair
so we must define
our own beauty
within us
because we
always possessed it
stop buying
unecessary
Black hair products
from Asian shops and
making them rich
from our hard earn cash
no other racial groups
would come into our
Black communities
to support or
buy goods and services
from Black own businesses
we must take care of
our own
first and formost
Black Women
must develope
a more
natural look
in harmony
with God
and display
our healthy
curly kninky
shiny natural dynamic and
beautiful black hair
we must consolidate
our financial resources and
build Black own businesses
and products
to take care of our own needs
God made us
in His
own image
our Black Women
have always been
the beautiful queens
of the River Nile and
only we
can determine
all of that
furthermore
no other race
on this planet
shall define us
let me
tell you something
about them Negros
logically and scientifically
if we go back
far enough
from here
to Timbuktu
the Chinese
come from China
an Irishman comes
from Ireland
Frenchmen come
from France
an Englishman
comes from England
Germans comes
from Germany
so on and so forth
but
where in the hell
did the *****
come from
logically
he comes from
Negroland
however
this is
just a plain old fashion
cotton-picking lie
bigotry ignorence
prejudice and stupidity
at work here
Black People
are the
original people of
this earth and created
from the black soil of
Mother Africa
we are
stolen people
taken from
Mother Africa
against our
free will
Black People
did not volunteer
to come to America
but we have
every right
to live or die
in the pursuit of happiness
just like any other group
that successfuly made it
in America
and we help
to build America
and turned it
into a superpower
rich nation
yet
for the
love of money
greed and power
capitalism
thus created
a monster
called racism
towards
people of color
Black People
are the
original People
evolved from
Mother Africa
thus
we are made from
the image God
rejoice upon it
born with black skin
is not a curse but
a blessing
from God up above
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
My memories look faded, like old instant develope polaroid film in a photo album. Today, pictures are almost all digital, and more vibrant, than real time. I wonder; how will the future memories of today's young children look? Is their vision of the future as cloudy my own?
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 2:23 AM UTC
so I can't get what I want.
And what I want is to be enough.
To be good enough to my parents to not make them comment about suicide.
To be good enough to my friends to actually develope a close bond with them.
To be good enough as a person to help others and make them happy.
To be good enough academically to have a good future.
To be enough as a person to not have to always prove myself
To not always have to fight
To not have people take advantage of me
To not have people treat me like crap
To not have people talk about me behind my back
To not have people mock me and make fun of me
To not have people reject me based on my gender
To not have people judge me base on my image
To not have to fight back
To not have to defend myself all the time.
I just want to be good enough.
*but the world is not a wish granting factory
So I can't get what I want.*
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
Fresh at birth
So smooth and small
Fingers with such little girth
Even as you learn to crawl
So smooth and small
No longer
Even as you learn to crawl
Your hands become stronger
No longer
As you move through life
Your hands become stronger
Pulling you through strife
As you move through life
Your hands develope
Pulling you through strife
Innocence past corrupt
Your hands develope
Touching the life of others
Innocence past corrupt
But gentle as lovers
Touching the life of others
Finding a spouce
But gentle as lovers
Love unable to douse
Finding a spouce
New hands coming to Earth
Love unable to douse
Fresh at birth
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
*your nightmares and daydreams
used to be
photographs
Baby,
But now.... like the very soul of your heartbreaking
You remember the day , you didn't know what to say,
the only thing you could do is just run away
And hide for days
I know that you've always had that though in your head Like why ,did it have to be this way?
The burning and empty passion,
those words filled with lies,
round and free to twirl
I know you hate inside
Please don't you cry tonight
Over lost love
Develope pain
Open your eyes
And paint again
And think of me as your loyal friend to secure your dreams and hopes here you want hurt again
Just hold on to my hand's*
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
There are days when it seems the world feels smaller,
Maybe, I'm being overly self-conscious.
Probably.
Today, I have to pack my ****
I'm moving back home,
I'm not ready to be alone.
Yet, here I sit.
At the same spot I wrote "All children make mistakes"
This will either be a "part two" maybe just another "Untitled"
I'm throwing back two shots of whisky
And putting the empty bottle in my pocket.
I know I'm a good poet,
I know at some point I've written something someone could relate to.
Maybe even saved a life.
I'll never know,
I don't think I want to.
Growing up I always wanted to be like the people who saved me,
Develope some ability to stop someone from...
Well, let's face it. I'm scared of the word.
It's like it has the ability to turn from letters into a rope slipping up my leg,
A snake in the grass
And tie itself around my neck and lead me like cattle.
I'm strong
I'm strong
I'm...
I'm just a ****** up kid
in a twenty year old's body.
Ive realized that the pressure that comes with saving a life is overwhelming,
Too much for little 'ole me.
"I'm not like the rest."
I am.
I know I am.
My depression is bad.
Real bad.
I'm scared it'll rip you away like a scab,
You'll tear the scar tissue and be freed
While I'm left with a hole, bleeding.
My now ex-roommates
keep asking me if I'm okay.
Nah, I'm not.
I'm so lost.
Happy with things, honestly.
It all kinda worked out.
I'm just lost.
And I wanted to talk to you about it on our walk.
But, you wanted to be with your friends.
It's okay though. I'll just pack my **** in a bit and when you ask if I'm okay,
I'll pretend I didn't write this.
Not to spite you,
But because I'll have pushed it into the box of negativity that everyone calls a heart.
Well, metaphorically.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
the tangible body is never truly free
after all, this is why the mind exists
as it allows the figments to develope, where would they fly?
i often wondered what bird would sit on its own wings
to keep themselves from escaping their caged heads
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
Any animal in
the forest that
suddenly decides
to develope and
grows a horn
just because of me,
will definitely finds
out that it's
horn will eventually
be used as a cup
to drink wine.
I am like
the praying mantis
that dances
before it kills.
Calm and calculative,
focused and thoughtful,
tactful and mindful,
meditative and intuitive.
But can also
be dangerous for
the praying mantis kills.
The dance steps
and movements
are hypnotic and
mesmerizing.
A little mistake
can drastically cause
you your joy
and happiness,
even your life
and be the
little storm that
turns into a
big deal that
can mess up
your life.
It's like the
***** and the
excrete of the
mythical animal
set as a bait
to catch it's prey.
But what does
it all mean.
Don't mess up
what is so
important to you
just because you
are a little
unsure of who
you are.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 5:18 AM UTC
Through time and space there are a million minds that mirror my own. We share idea, though somewhat distorted between us and many times we have never met or heard the original idea. There is something in the convergence of our existence that causes great ideas to develope sperately but similiarly. This is to be expected we live on the same planet, share similiar forms, feel similiar emotions and have acces to similiar information and technology.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC
Even though only a couple of days passed
I still worry where you were seen last
For some reason I start to develope
All these illusions that get me enveloped
She’s probably busy
She’s probably ill
I hope it’s one of those
I hope not to wait here still
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 11:13 AM UTC