"lynchburg" poems
I can make anybody pretty
I can make you believe any lie
I can make you pick a fight
With somebody twice your size
I been known to cause a few break ups
I been known to cause a few births
I can make you new friends
Or get you fired from Work
And since the day I left Milwaukee
Lynchburg and Bordeaux France
Been making the bars lots of big money
And helping white people dance
I got you in trouble in high school
But college, now that was a ball
You had some of the best times
You'll never remember with me
Alcohol
Alcohol
I got blamed at your wedding reception
For your best man's embarrassing speech
And also for those
Naked pictures of you at the beach
I've influenced kings and world leaders
I helped Hemmingway write like he did
And I'll bet you a drink or two that I can make you
Put that lampshade on your head
'Cause since the day I left Milwaukee
Lynchburg and Bordeaux France
Been making a fool out of folks just like you
And helping white people dance
I'm medicine and I am poison
I can help you up or make you fall
You had some of the best times
You'll never remember with me
Alcohol
Alcohol
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 3:41 AM UTC
I was born in Lynchburg, Virginia
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My family had lived in Virginia for about 10 years before I was born
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We moved exactly 1 month later
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I was extremely rambunctious due to my own father's genes
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When I was 3 years old I had gotten this old antique piano
out of our new house's closet and began to play O' Christmas tree
with out any help
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I was enrolled in ballet classes at about 4 years old
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I had then gone to school for the first time at 6 years old
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Nobody liked me in kindergarten. In fact I brought in a sign language book and all the teachers laughed at me. (I just thought it would be something cool to bring)
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In 2007, my father had been diagnosed with a liver disease and the doctors had told him that they couldn't do anything about it. He was going to die
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But, he went to a different doctor and they told him he would survive
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He just wouldn't be able to do a lot of things like go to work or family vacations
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In 6th grade I realized that I wanted to be an actress and get more in to singing.
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I also wanted to be a singer. And a dancer. And an interior designer. And a youtuber. And a poet. And a musician.
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So I decided to try out for show choir. Where I belong.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
I’m sorry you fell for me in July
I’m sorry you kissed me in August
I’m sorry I broke your heart in September
I remember we first met in a parking lot in Lynchburg
and your skin burned a warm caramel in the sun
we went to the forest and walked on the trails
and I think you almost bent me over on a little wooden bridge
but instead I pulled you between my legs and kissed you
and your perfect gleaming teeth
we ran the trails
me in my beat up purple vans
and my beat up black and blue heart
and you with your pristine tye dye shirt
and the hard abs underneath
cross lateralled over bone
and because of you my favorite flower is now a
bright and vivid sunflower
we broke into an abandoned house
and laid in the dark on the cool floor
and I took pictures of you as you played earl sweatshirt
like hey maybe one day we could live in a place like this
and just...
be
but that was all before I crushed you
with the weight of my heavy heart
and left you in a pool of blood on the floor
of that abandoned house
and seemingly never looked back
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
Valentines Day of 93, a star was birthed to the world
extremely gifted from the womb with big things to unfurl
A broke product growing up on the streets of Lynchburg
Red Top to be exact with a message to the world waiting to be heard
At the age of 9, he found his passion by scanning thru old notebooks
that his mom kept private with her thoughts of cold world that’s been shook
The process began by summarizing what he read thru the English text
slowly got good with it but the question remained, what’s next?
Senior year of high school, the unthinkable would take place
one individual would turn heads from his diary of hidden hate
felt from those around him & from those who did him wrong
expressing how he was breaking down inside & didn’t know how to be strong
A nervous wreck before getting on stage to confess his inner feelings
but finished it like a concert to hear the applause raising up to the ceiling
But that was years ago & sometimes I question if I’m really star worthy
like I should keep my poems to myself cause this world doesn’t deserve me
but it makes me think of the things that I’d like to achieve
or the other people who need my guidance to believe
How could I be the star in my mind if the spotlight which is mine that I’m scared to possess
then to hear those who admire me tell me that I’m the best
Yea a star was born on that cold Sunday evening but seeing that star shine scares me
yet the feeling of overcoming the odds still manages to compel me
☆ Poetic Venom ☆
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC