"heavyweight" poems
I was starving in
Pennsylvania.
One night, I had
enough.
Done with it all.
The poverty and
sickness.
The drunken mad
nights
and dog-fight days.
Brutality for breakfast.
Served sunny side up
runny yolks with
butterflies trapped in
the yellow sunshine.
Spiders built webs in
my soul.
I stood on the torn-up
couch in my living room and
yelled at the walls.
Listen, you devil.
You want me, you better be
ready for a fight.
I paced the floor like a
washed-up heavyweight champ,
eyeing the ceiling like a
drunken sparrow in a cat's mouth.
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 11:59 AM UTC
The epitome of greatness, a mark in history
Of discipline remarkable, a stellar victory
Defeating the unbeaten, knock and break the mould
International heavyweight of Olympic Gold
Strike in quick succession, opponents retreat
Delivery duration, a knockout of defeat
Tactical ability, step into the range
Catalyst created, set for further change
Of the highest calibre, man who beat the man
Delivery on target, a humble champion
Of opponents outclassed, discontinued bout
Dominant performance, within and without
With athletic excellence, distance travelled far
Gym of daily training, cardio and spar
Professional perspective, stood to set the pace
Dedication, boldness, motivate, embrace
Influencing globally, rank of the elite
Rapid combinations, uppercuts repeat
Powerful formation, readiness of stance
Daily preparation, practice over chance
An honourable service, magnificence abound
Celebrating victory, crowding to surround
Continuing the greatness, strength and stamina
The world is truly grateful, Anthony Joshua
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
forever & ever in our minds
Champion........................................................
Aventuring in danger....................................
Strong as a lion................................................
Scramble and going On...................................
Inhumanly Patient ...........................................
Unforgettable person.........................................
Searching for a happy life.................................
∞
Climbing all the steps............................................
Livin' as fast as he can...........................................
Animating everything aroud him.........................
Youngest to win the heavyweight championship
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
I had an underwater swordfight
with a giant squid.
The only way to win
was by severing the head.
He had eyes the size of skies;
a heavyweight leviathan
with perfect purple skin
spanning 1000 mile limbs.
There was blood in the water;
it was all that you could see.
The monster that was slain
had been slain by only me.
There was blood in the water;
it was all that you could see.
There was blood in the water,
but it wasn't from me.
Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 12:50 AM UTC
buy me on the black market like the instability I am.
watch me hurtle through negative space backwards,
the planet-wide catastrophe of a sun-sized storm in me.
Call me Carbon-14.
it’s the latest piece of my galaxy-sized identity, another chemical
small enough to wage nuclear war.
you’re witnessing my radioactive decay,
the deterioration of everything I used to be into
everything I might be,
a kind of reaction that happens when one of my ‘downs’
becomes an ‘up,’
no aces up my sleeves or full houses of face cards in spades,
but I’ve got straight sevens,
protons neutrons electrons, carbon to nitrogen.
beta decay, the mass production of passive procrastination;
second in command, sidekick sidetracking heroes.
Call me Nitrogen standard 14.
watch me decay into the air that you breathe,
seventh most common gas in the Milky Way galaxy,
keeping things fresh and stainless like my steel armor,
try and make me combust but I’m fireproof, bulletproof,
balanced and on my toes in a defensive position,
fists raised for the fight that you’re going to put up.
my axis is more stable than yours. step into the rings of saturn,
ring the bells to start the rounds, champion takes home the stars,
wraps orion’s belt around their waist and buckles it tight with nuclear waste.
everyone loves an underdog story, but only when they know,
positively, that the underdog will win.
with you and me, it’s a 50/50 on who exactly has the upper hand
and who exactly is going to win, but I’ll make bets with the elements around me,
the carbon that I used to be hashing out 20’s and oxygen
claiming she’s not one for gambling.
baby, you’re in my lungs, you’re in my corner of the ring.
she’ll slip in a 50 like my chances, and I’ll pretend that I don’t notice.
phosphorus is too fiery to root for me,
he’s more of a heavyweight believer than me.
Call me contagious
when my knuckles bloom across your jaw and knock away
all of your sensibility, stability, bruises like moons
as the mirror shatters every reflection of who I used to be.
Call me Carbon-14, but know that I am radioactive,
actively changing, reigning champion of breaking perceptions,
and you’re just the impression of the death that I’m carbon-dating.
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC
the candy cane sign
is gray with frost
its spiraled dance
stopped years before
the old man died
he, the emperor of hair,
meant to get it repaired
like all good intentions
and the clipped hair
that got swept away
day by day,
hour by hour,
minute by
m o m e n t o u s
m o n o t o n o u s
minute
the cutting,
the sweeping
punctuated by
the clang of the register
the hardy laugh at a racial joke
the passing of a borrowed smoke
and the buzzing silences
in between
when I would watch and wonder
what spell he was under
in his royal white regalia
chopping and chatting away
(at eyeless and earless heads I thought)
until I would sit in his chair
and escape the gulag of my life
with his ponderous questions
about
feather light skies
heavyweight jabbing
the “old lady gabbing”
the engine
in my “shrimp nip” car
and how very far
I would go
when I rose from his
leather and chrome throne
and once again be on my own
with hair a bit shorter
and life a bit neater
for a minuscule dot in time
I would not even remember
when I thought of his implacable place
in the cold past
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 7:50 PM UTC
I've spent too many hours trying tower my accomplishments
I stole this art, replaced my heart with everything that's opposite
reverse the hearse, this inner peace is quite a compliant
my yin and yang are but centerpieces upon a ledge
if they fall off, these elements will simply crush a head
solar optimist, a bi-polar writer with floppy-disk
decoded so you can't comprehend
no counter weight for this heavyweight of a mentalist
as I pick up the pen you can see that a flame was lit
since this is my movie, let's keep it groovy and toss the script
I can't wait to show the world what the **** monumental is!
this flow is brilliant to extravagant
I guess what I'm feeling is happiness?
no resilience happening?
Still, don't know who my pappy is
happy pieces of laughy taffy
enough motion from the potion
will have a girl callin me pappy quick
I stay railing like locomotives
the motive is, I'm to motived and focus with all this poetry
unleash my inner locust, then leap on to new pageantry
I'm well adapted like strangers blending into scenes
I gave her the wood in return we nurtured a tree
its double sided girl this **** isn't ever free
If you don't like the price
there's the door you can leave
but look
I know I don't have a car
but soon I will buy a Toyota
pick you up so you can sleepover
I have a super cobra that shots like a super soaker
whenever you're doing yoga
Hulu view for the two,
Youtube view interlude
Netflix an Chill for the mood
Tv on dimmest setting
an inner room lit like the moon
smoking **** watching views
give me snack like I'm scooby do
I just want to lay with you
I picked you out of the many few
from the ocean of this social media stew
girl, what would you like me to do?
November 22, 2016 / Tuesday 1:37 PM
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
I see the world
In the weights I lift over my head.
I see my tears.
Heavy.
I
S
E
E
M
Y
F
A
I
L
U
R
E
S
Heavy.
I fight back, but
Regret's trying to crush me soft.
I lift it higher.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
Standing in this sphere
I seek communion with the Stars
Heat and dust for hidden answers
I wonder wonder where they are?
Bursting into gates I dawn my robe like a heavyweight
Wandering thru the distance I am guided by the Wake
skim the outer rim clouds dissolve revolve or scatter
but I'm focus on the mission I'm surfing streams of gray matter
burn to shine walk the line define gravity : the Force
untethered in this universe My vision on the course
I fast devoid of sun or moon
comet of the galaxy I'm bound to Windu
I am Master of the unseen epoch
I foreshadow the battle whether it
yet be not true
You know like Yoda, I do
I'm staring/speaking into the nebular
what will birth from this mother nurse?
As I transverse like silver surf
Don't act like I can't create Heaven on Earth
I'm meditating on the cellular
my midichlorian ***** is buzzing like a church!
No alms needed I'm lighter when lit unified with this (galactic ****
light sight like solo omni verse
Re
Y
Me
So far not tea grow VOTE
The dark side outta Ben is Bern it's my turn speaking truth into these chicken boot tweens in Twitterverse
PLUCK A FEATHER
And make an ill quill
Letter!
A retweet beat writer
Faux Father but a real goal setter
Hope ya feel better
OR
A
Curse
I DON'T NEED A LIGHT BEAM!
Less is more like an invisible burst
I could cuttlefish but I'd rather soar
With everyting I've learned!
I am more than hate is worth
No matter measure of endeavor
light speed hyper space ever nearer to the source
I
Inhale Trees Exhale breeze Interstellar
Squeezed
Me out
A Feat at first
Then
knees bows spout nose and cranium
If i didnt know better id say my bones marrow vibranium
One bout won!
The night win some but they just lost one!
If i couldn't make words then i guess I'd just hum! I was born with this voice and this voice has sung
I was born with this force and with this force I run into
Entwined and unleashed all is bound to the Force
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 3:36 PM UTC
Something real in my vision
This lifes a head on collision
Subtext and sybolism
Society, and religion
Begging me to beg forgiveness
I never listen
To anything but my heart
And the art on my wall
Hung a bit odd
If one's standing out in the hall
Not ready to evolve
And enter the fog
Gods get lost in this dark
This amusement park with chairs that spark
Where the lights always die
In your eyes
And you stay locked under your skin
Paying for every sin
By being broken
And bent
From head on collisions
Colliding head on with the song in my soul though my flow I let you know I'm an honest man but don't **** me off I'll still **** you up like you're wet and soft like Lara croft but it's not for naught I'm lost but always found mainstream yet underground I'm a heavyweight lyrical boxer I contend pound for pound each round
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
Ballet Dancer
Broken expensive ballet shoes which have been abused by her heavyweight strides. Swollen bones in her toes isn’t what she thought of. She’s always wanted to be a ballerina.
Bruised knees she feels the pain every time she walks and feels it more when dancing.
Tied up hair into a perfect small bun sits on top of her head with modern pins. Princess looking tutu balances nicely around her waist.
Ghost white face, dark eyes appearance is key swan beauty while gliding on the stage lake.
She’s on a high.
Fluttering like birds ready to take flight. Fluttering arms like wings greeting the crowds.
Enchanting music scares the lights to become brighter. Glittered outfits see-through tights what fits nicely. Ready to set the stage.
The romance between female and male dancers has to be strong and they have to synchronise with eachother. The male dancers take control over the female's body as she moves delicately around him.
En-pointe while stretching her fragile legs, wobbly limbs and weak touches while massaging her sore feet. Signs of giving up can never come to mind. This is her passion.
She’s sacrificing everything.
Painful satin ribbons tightening her blood circulation there’s no escaping a ballerina’s life.
Naked toes touch the floor before sliding them into her new shoes.
While dancing she feels free alone in her mind nothing can go wrong.
She's light like a feather, petite bodied shape she's perfect.
Rosie looking cheeks she's nervous. She's mirrored every arched pirouette so it has to be the best.
From a hard pirouette into a plié, she knows that's the most important part of the performance.
She can't fail.
Can she?
Her strong poses, while he lifts her leg in a perfectly straight line, pointed toes has to show off her feet. The attitude between her and her partner is occupying the crowd.
Every ballet dancer cries out to be the best that's why they compete with each other. Achieving success is what every dancer feed off.
She's risking her health for this moment, she's damaging every inch of the body in ways she couldn't of imagined.
Every morning she tells herself she was born for this.
Tired eyes, early mornings with late night yawns.
Difficult choreograph's to learn.
But she's flying towards her dreams.
She's an artist at heart
A performer by night
It's worth being a ballet dancer.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 6:31 AM UTC
I'm a lightweight and a cheap date.
I've got reassurance in my corner
and I'm willing to stand my ground.
I will not hit the mat.
Even if I fall, I'll probably fall but I will not stay down.
Right hook and I'm on par.
Wounded. But standing.
Round three.
My bout with confidence -- a true heavyweight.
The only thing that will collapse
is a little tent labeled insecurity,
it's a piss-yellow tent they typically set up near the entrance
staffed with two guards built like bulldozers,
who have the longevity of snow -- and fall just as easily
because they know the truth,
because they only speak in lies,
because the only security they offer is the lack thereof,
because they know that I have used words with more purpose
than they harness in any of their possessions.
Jab. Gut. Eye.
Broken.
Vessel.
Skin.
Dizzy.
And I'm fourteen thousand feet above -- and you look radiant awesome,
from up here you look stellar and harmonious.
From up here any omnipresence would be content with its creation.
From up here everything shimmers.
Stars. Blurred. Focus. Pulled.
It's when we get down -- face to face --
on the surface -- in the details --
this is where we find discomfort
embodied in the discontent of being knocked out
by truth.
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 10:09 PM UTC
Some poems are like classic cars
They're old, bestsellers and great
Very famous and heavyweight,
Their legendary tales told at the bars.
Some poems are like Lamborghini
Fast, loud and stir up different emotions
They are magical and perform like Houdini
Taking us beyond our wildest imaginations.
Some poems are like a Ferrari
Fast, loud, costly and mindblowing
Some went through fine tuning
Ready for the adventurous desert safari.
Some poems are a Mercedes SLK
Fast,affordable,famous,people's favorite
Upon sight, people just stand around and talk
Every time we see them we celebrate.
Some poems are simple and great
Some are so good and impossible to rate.
Some will keep you woke
Brilliant and so off the hook!
Some poems are so romantic
Appealing to one's fantasy
Some are just so demonic
Embellished with total heresy.
Some poems are like a Rollsroyce
They intrigue us
Classic, historic, famous
They embody royalty, very luxurious.
Some poems are like a Bugatti Veyron
very costly, fast, collectible
Loved by kings and Barons
Making our speed appetites insatiable.
Some poems are Mustangs
Muscles, deep, street savvy
Gruesome like hunger pangs
They are powerful and heavy.
Some poems are like Teslas
Clean, smart, rich people's favorite
Costing the average people accessive dollars
They are smoothly written and moderate.
Some poems are like a Koenigsegg
Fast, rare, collectible and very costly
They instantly sweep you off your one leg
leaving you like '' seriously! ''
Some poems will make you go WOW!
And some will make you bow
Making you feel inferior to the poet
Especially the ones written by a laureate.
Some poems are mundane
containing things to drive you insane
Some poems are just cool
but contains useful cools
Some poems have powerful impacts
they contain deep knowledge and facts
Some poems are very good
Some will nourish you like food.
Some poem will bore you
Some poems will entertain you
Some poems will enrich you
And reach you wherever you are.
Some poems will set your mind on fire
And leave lasting impacts like screeching tires
Some poems are just incredible
Revealing things that are relatable.
Some poems are wonderful
And some are prayerful
Some are a little bit radical
And some are somehow political.
Some poems are just ordinary
Yet they're devotion to start early
And motivation to use during the day
Something to take you all the way.
Some poets are so creative
their poems are just amazing.
Some are outright provocative
Yet their works are just fascinating.
©️ #IvanBrookspoetry✍️
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 10:02 PM UTC
'Twas March of 1958
A babe arrived, a heavyweight
As babies go he was first-rate
Really worth the nine months wait
A child so fair, so good, so bonnie
Our fourth born child, we named him Ronnie
Oer the years we watched him grow
A loving child, we loved him so
So strong, so sweet, unlike any other
A loving son, a loyal brother
he's grown from such a special lad
to a quite extraordinary dad.
It's been apparent from the start
he has an extra roomy heart
Full of giving, always sharing
towards others he is more than caring
So raise your glasses
and give some cheers
to celebrate his forty years.
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 9:06 PM UTC
So What IGNITES The SPARK ...
That FUELS Creative Art ... ???
Sometimes It's Simply Chat ...
That Brings Creations Back ... !!!
To The Mind of a Man ...
Who Has ... Creative Plans ...
A Spark That Breeds And YES INDEED ...
Sows Young Seeds In ... Creative Dreams ...
DREAMS of LIVE Shows Where Creations ... GLOW ...
And Constantly FLOW In Rhyme Or Prose ...
A Thing of ... BEAUTY ...
Once It Hits MATURITY ... !!!!!
Radio Shows ... Interviews On TV ...
I Try To LIGHT SPARKS Wherever I Be ... !!!
Because Creative Hearts Are The Ones Who BLEED ...
When It Comes To Poetry That's RARELY EVER ........,,. "Seen" ...
Cos' ...
Who Wants To Hear The ANGST ...
of An ... ANGRY Man ... ?!?
Who Lives YES ... Through His Pen ...
When He's Writing His Poems ... !!!
But What About SPARKS That LIGHT The Path ...
of Relationship PAIN That BREAKS Young Hearts ... ?!?
And What About THOSE That FUEL The Prose ...
That FLOWS And FLOWS When LOVE's FULL BLOWN ... !!!
Children On Show Who've Been LOVINGLY Grown ...
In A HAPPY HOME Where Parents ROAM ................................
... TOGETHER ... NOT Alone ... !!!!!
So .....
What Was THAT SPARK ... ?
A Glance In A Park ...
Where Hearts SKIP A Beat ...
Cos' of ... What They SEE ... !?!
A VISION of A CUTEY Who EXUDES BEAUTY ... !!!!!
Who Makes You Feel Like ... " She's THE ONE ! " ...
To BEAT Your Drum ...
And FUEL The STUFF That LEADS To LOVE ...
A BEAUTIFUL Spark That IGNITES Hearts ...
To SHARE The Light That Resides ... INSIDE ... !!!!!
But What About SPARKS Bred From The DARK ... ?!?
THOSE That MARK ... UNSEEMLY Cards .... !!!
Cards That CHEAT And Make Hearts BLEED ... !!!
Could It Be PRIDE Or What's INSIDE ...
The INNER MIND of Those Inclined To Live To FIGHT ... ?!?
I Guess MY SPARK Is Words That Start ...
To Make Me THINK About THESE Things ...
It's A FORCE That YES ... Runs DEEP IN ME ... !!!
The Will To EXPRESS Through .... " POETRY " ....
About The Things They ... SPARK IN ME ... !!!
A Wish To SPEAK FREE About The Things I SEE ...
My Sparks Been OUT For A Lil' While Now ... !!!
But NOW It's FOUND ... These Words RESOUND ...
Like HEAVYWEIGHT Sounds In Clubs That POUND ... !!!!!!!!
So As THIS Ends I RETURN To THE START ... !!!
With ONE More Question ...
What is it WITHIN YOU That Lights Your ... ?
....... " SPARK " .......
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 8:34 PM UTC
To do magic I’ve to believe in magic
Even knowing that’s not real
This Inconsistency deceive is tragic
Is it real? Is it surreal? But
The mask blurs my vision
Since I get up until I lay down to sleep
I can’t find the appeal
It’s an incision that will never heal
And, oh yes, it is deep and
It’s hard to keep but harder to tell
So, I live breath by breath
In an almost constant, state of restless
The air I breed makes a dance of death
Great and honest for my eyes to see
Since I get up until I lay down to sleep
I want, and I can, but I won’t?
Freedom costs,
The weight weights,
A man gasps
And I? I just breed
With an heavyweight core
To whom I want to play a trick
To untangle myself from this burden
Cause if I wasn’t I
Maybe he wouldn’t write
Or maybe he wouldn’t be alive
If I wasn’t I
I wouldn’t be me
It’s actually funny how the universe works
The randomness or not
The most minuscule single variation
Could affect everything or nothing
Could mean the difference between life and death
Between me, he, or you.
Magic could even exist!
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
From the boy weighing up his
evening with her...
"When I'm with you
I'm the heavyweight champion
of weightless
...When I'm not
I'm just dead weight."
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC
Listen to the beat of my
soul's drum as I am on
my knees, held down by
the fears and anxieties
that run ever so rampant
With wings clipped, my eyes
take in the bleak horizon.
My heart is a heavyweight.
My spirit is in shards, so
what remains?
I feel the wind's fingers lift
caress my skin and my
chin, and with a single kiss,
hope now begins to sprout
from my chest to my palms
The fire burns though I'm bruised,
I can stand on my two
cut feet. I am scared, but
if I let it conquer me, my
wings will rot and crumble
I won't be able to touch, hold
and reach the true 'me'
The highest and greatest me
who sits there, looking
waiting by God's side
Help me to be that phoenix,
the one who falls into the
ashes of the demons that haunt me
and rises again new, proud, free,
a blazing storm of acceptance and
wisdom
I may cry,
I will die,
but with Your breath,
I will rise
I will rise
I will rise
I am a testament to a Conqueror's belief
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
the music plays
my mouth sealed
not my mind
an endless hamster wheel
envious they say
my freedom appealing
enticing
seductive
the endless lonely night terrors
and pin-dropping
silent morning hours,
overlooked
freedom at a price
touch long forgotten
brief reprieve
singular
tears in private
always
no soothers about
and eventually
a heavyweight
eight-hundred pound
should lifts
the world it seems,
concrete
but, remember
freedom
darkened room
touch yourself
quake
breathe, wonder
a monster
you question
anger sets in
veil lifts
they sense it
not easy
never was
sniff elsewhere
bitter *****
they slam
but why?
use me
then what
a pearl at
the neck
she'll not know
suspect, initially
rare
i know
so that
then i'll smile?
i'll spread
myself
opening my
soul
punctuation ***********
remind me
the prize
more empty nights
more freedom
expectations
none
safety net
eggshell soul
barbed-wire heart
internal bleed
oozing cut
dripping trail
razor-blade smile,
nod of the head
yes, freedom
it's wonderful
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
My questionee is the first born of Europe,
Mr. England the royal son of Europe
Who chewed and still chews
Fortunes from the colonies
With the mighty of hyena mandibles
When its canine teeth penetrate
Rotten pork in the helm of day’s starvation.
My questions come to you England and your brothers;
The European immigrants who left their home
To usurp land in the African territory of Australia,
Then with all imperial mighty you decimated
The human race of Africans, which you called a dog’s name;
The fitlhy, uncouth, loatish, oafish, and worthless aboriginals,
Which you deemed humanity so useless that deserve not to own any country
As God was so idiosyncratic to give such heavyweight buffoons
Like the African natives of Australia such a fertile land,
Why did you **** my brothers in Australia?
And you replace them with your sons and daughters,
To shamelessly occupy land which is not their ancestral home?
You ravenous Europeans who will heal you from the bug of colonial syndrome?
Before you answer, wisdom of time commands European settlers to quit Australia,
To bring to an end ignominious civilization of colonialism.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC
I think I'm startin' to get that feelin' again
That sinkin' sensation followed by intense anticipation of the end I feel I'm facin'
The hell my life is based in
Then I meet up with my fear of drownin'
Thoughts not safe havin' come crashin' in
Will I ever learn or is this far beyond teachin' a lesson
Up against my dark passenger, the undisputed, heavyweight champion
And the challenger, in the blue corner noticably panickin'
Just some guy with a crazy look in his eye but no business challengin' his demon
My Hyde side stays undefeated while I've never recorded a win
Bringin' my mental discipline into question
Knowin' my armor's thin
Knowin' I've already taken one to many to the chin
It's constant whisperin' drowns out everythin'
Top tier manipulation allowin' the interjection of it's own spin
On this tailspin my doomed zeppelin always finds itself in
I feel like I should mention, it's not one, it's Legion
Not a friend, it laid claim and became kingpin
I could only watch like I was fifth in a five deep bullpen
No consent given, not even a conversation
Rushed past me like I was a doorman at a Motor Inn
And I stood there silent, broken, incapable of motion
Often thoughts and feelings are left unspoken
Paralyzed with fear, just standin' here like a dollar store mannikin
Behind a display of 151 and Heineken
Made it easy for it to find it's way up under my skin
I hardly even knew what was happenin'
Now I don't know where it ends and I begin
Not sure there's any separation
©2023
Dec 28, 2023
Dec 28, 2023 at 6:31 PM UTC
Tuesday night
Wednesday night
Thursday, Friday, Saturday night
Wet pillow case
After pillow case
Tears streaming down my face
Like the river
Always flowing uncontrollably
Never wanting to show emotion
Always being the strong one
Always there to lend an ear
Always there to lend a shoulder
Always there to give a hu
Always there to provide a laugh
Always there for you
Whenever...
Wherever...
Doesn't matter to me
I'll be there
......
Sweep the floor
Wash the clothes
Wash the dishes
Clean your room
Fix your bed
Get the mail
Cook dinner
Play nice
Always do your best
Try harder
Succeed
Make me proud
Give me something to look back on and be proud
Do better than the others
Don't let me down
.......
Come prepared
Do your bellringer
Complete pages 1- 5
Read chapters 2 and 3
Complete this for homework
Study for your test
This project is worth...
This project is due...
This project is due...
This project is worth...
Follow this rubric...
Presentation guidelines are....
......
Tuck your shirt in
Where's your I.D...?
Wrong color jacket
Take off the shoes
Wrong shirt
Walk on the right
Major referral
I need to see...
Report to my office
Three day suspension
......
For you to go back and tell
We can't be cool anymore
You fake and I don't do fake
Yeahh girl haha
I can't stand that girl
That's why you my girl
Ion mess with her kind
She nerve-racking
......
Aye girl, what that is on yo arm
Boys like smooth skin
With them scales on your arms
Nice shoes... Stop laughing at that girl
I like yo hair... Hahaha
Don't bump into me girl
What's yo problem?
what that is in her head
That girl stank bruhh
There you go dee
Don't play wit me bruhh
.....
You a mistake
Why you in my face
I hate you
Get a life
You make me sick
Go crawl in a hole
Why you here
What you want
Go choke on yo blood and die
I wish you would just fall off the face of the earth
Go to hell
F*** you bruhh
.....
Family
Friends
School
Home
Siblings
Emotional
Physical
Mentally...
I can only take so much
The weight of the world
Tons upon tons
Upon my tiny shoulders
Knees buckling
Underneath it all
I can hold on a little while longer
But what's the point
Is there even a point
Why bother
.......
Boxing ring
In the blue...
The heavyweight champion, LIFE
In the red,
Me
Boom, boom, bam, bam
One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six...
Nine... Ten
TOTAL KNOCKOUT!!!
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
~ For Mike~
an abundance of:
illogical reasons,
of hate,
of emboldened badness beyond inexplicable,
and nor is it
episodic, not periodic, but abundantly continuous,
so
no need for a fan, one of those upright six foot tall,
MF’er tornado sounding fans, for the hate free flies every where,
damning the consequences, full speed ahead, spreading
medieval plague style, and as we two talk of this world,
on this world,
electronically a thousand miles apart,
we, worn and wearied, being ****** and awaiting the
spill doors to unleash officially tidal waves of
dammed up, still held back raging, hate
that is just edging over the top,
a nauseating goop (apologies to what’s her name),
I awake at 4:something
*(to complete six hours later
whatever this is, this lamentation, of woe and sackcloth,
ashes on my tongue,
commenced the eve before,
but genetically ancient and familiar
in all
my cells),*
to complete this heavy evensong,
commenced and begun seven hours earlier when one soul
states to another a simple,
*“forgive me, my heart is heavyweight heavy tonight,
the world’s disheartened burdens beyond bearable,”*
the quiet calm of a sleeping house pervades my soul,
and a lament is transmogrified into a
psalm of hope;
for having shared the pain,
when one asks the other for forgiveness,
for exposing the other to this sadness infectious,
then,
understanding and comprehension
overcome me,
realizing that hatred has failed
when two bleed into each other,
that
shared distress is
distress defeated,
by a large and grandeur
purer expression of connection
across state lines,
tween two souls
unlikely to meet,
ever,
and yet this cellular combination
is so powerful, so
a w e s o m e,
it is
indefatigable,
(incapable of being defeated)
and we are each others
Shepherd and lamb,
in a time of woe,
one more time,
but soon the dawn will come
to welcome us with
the embrace of a newborn,
uncontaminated,
and to finish this now psalm,
now, and forever
newly perfected.
Apr 1, 2024
Apr 1, 2024 at 5:25 AM UTC