"mins" poems
every other month,
i fly.
when my mind fills with worries and unease,
my lungs expand with fear not air,
my heart speeds,
and with a single backpack
i take a bus to the airport.
long ride listening to my comfort songs
is just a beginning to my little getaway.
(i already feel calm writing about this moment)
quick 30 mins wait at the gate, then
i fly.
my reality you can wait for me at the airport
right where i left you,
because you deserve a break too.
see you in 5 days.
i'll meet you back at the airport.
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
Amadou awakened with a start, it was Omar one of the guardians(security guards) of Yaldagou (the largest Hospital in the capital of Burkina Faso) knocking on the window of his taxi, Amadou had just settled down for the night after a long day in the heat and fumes that was Ouagadougou it was just after midnight on Sunday, he struggled to wake up rubbing the sleep from his eyes as Omar explained in Mori(local language), that there were two white people in need of his special service.
After a quick explanation that someone had died in a private clinic nearby and the body needed to be transported to the morgue at Yaldagou, he snapped out of his sleepiness and thought for a moment how much he could charge the rich white people, it was two days after Eid and as a strict Muslim he had been celebrating the holidays and now he had been offered an opportunity to supplement his taxi income, someone had to do it and it was an unsavory job and anyway on the few occasions he had done it, it had been lucrative, it might as well be him!
Amadou thought to himself, if you had the misfortune to die in the day time there was a private service but in the night dignity went out the window and it was up to people like Amadou and a select bunch of taxi drivers with seats that could be configured to accommodate the corpses of the recently deceased to perform this service, so taxi 87 driven by Amadou would take this lady who had died from kidney and other ***** failures, after struggling for some days she eventually lost her battle and slipped into unconsciousness and finally died.
Amadou finally settled on 10000 CFA(local currency) a fair price, after all the so-called professionals would charge 30000 CFA three times more and it was around Eid "Allah Akbar".
A quick "Thank you" to Omar for helping them and the two white people left with him for the short journey to the clinic, after the usual discussions the body was released and transported to the morgue to join the other recently deceased waiting for burial in the morning,
Amadou, rearranged the seating in his taxi after parking up in his favourite place under the trees of Yaldago it was just after one thirty, a good ninety mins work he thought to himself, yawned, and settled down to sleep a few more hours before dawn prayers.
This was Africa and "someone had to do it" was his last thought.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 7:26 PM UTC
I grew up in a religious home,
they implemented this dream
that one day ill be come a priest
And it was the only way to make them happy.
I lived this silly dream up until the end of 5th grade when i realized,
There is no god.
Fore how can a man of such holy stature commit all these heinous crimes against his own "children".
I was 10 years old when i realized i had enough, that my voice needed to be heard.
They dont talk about little boys getting molested, almost intentionally looking away as if it never happens.
Us boys are taught a long list of rules from a young age to never cry, never show fear, never back down, just a whole lot of nevers.
But I was never taught to deal with a grown man inside me.
Believe me it hurt, it hurt more than any pain i have felt to this day.
What made it worse was the one inside me, my father.
At first it started off innocent enough, he was drunk and didnt know what he was doing.
But it soon progressed into a side business he ran under the table
"20 dollars, 20 mins"
At 8 years old, brandy became my best friend. She was the only thing that numbed my pain, although forced down my throat so I wont fight back, I learned to enjoy the burn.
A year later i went to my first party.
Months of getting beat down and broke all was ment for this day.
23 guys; one boy.
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 5:52 AM UTC
watching as my mother is dragged up the stairs
by her arms and hair
I get pushed down them for my efforts to try and stop him,
she is shouting screams into the wall -
they go into the bathroom ,
on the other side of the locked door, my blood runs cold.
next to me my siblings and aunt cry.
only screams and whimpers escape under the crack in the door
words of : “please stop”
“help”
“no - you are hurting me”
he said “ i just wanna talk to you” . then my memory stops until the police are inside the house
Question them both. My mother in the kitchen -
he is .. i don’t remember , it doesn’t matter....
i sit on the stairs that he painted white not that long ago , where my friends and i had stuck mirrors on each step , making the stairs look like they are floating.. kinda... i do not feel.
The cops stick around for less than 20 mins , arrest my step-dad.
As they take him away , i run upstairs watch from the window. It is a grey london day , they duck his head into the car and drive.
i do not feel.
the downstairs bathroom with stone + aqua tiles , collage of posters , family photos , newspaper clippings, postcards and play pamphlets become’s my hole in the wall for the next few hours. i cry. it is rain, matching the growing darkness outside.
i feel bad for letting the police take him away without saying anything.
i do not feel.
the shouting arguments
heard whilst i try to fall asleep , night
after night had been hiding the extent of unhappiness
of sadness expressed as anger in them both. At the time i could only smell fear
on their breath.
The next time there would be a yellow green bruise on her face and
screams at 4am.
11 year old me
has few memories of home.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
Take my hand and free fall,
You look at me as if no one else exists at all..
And suddenly everything that seemed so heavy back then,
Doesn't weigh anything,
I've let go..
Lets solve crosswords and play board games
Thats what Sundays are for aren't they?
I look at you as if you are the missing piece..
From this puzzle of a sky above me
And all I have to give,
Is just a song that rhymes a little bit
And quite a meaningful hug
That goes on longer than a couple mins'
Would you take care of me?
And share with me,
Your hopes and your dreams..
I wanna write songs and drink coffee with you
Take it as easy as I can
I know my love often gets out of hand
But I'd like to get out the shower and model for you,
Tell you every evening how I am,
I know some days I'm quite sad
But I am easy to cheer up you see..
And if How I met your mother came on
Would you lie here with me for days on repeat? :')
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
soliloquies of silence
interrupted by fresh dewed tips -
and subtle variations of tingling sensations
where do i start..
pressure before the storm.....
illustrious clouds break open heavenly showers of golden light rainbow water droplets
and i’m coated in the elixir of a thousand sunset,sunrise,noon time clouds
painted by the colors that these mischievous droplets of water have been ,
it is dreamscapes luxuries that escape in mid afternoon ,
mid night time
at invitations glance
and slight brush stroke of hand leads to quiet moan from lips escape the mind pleasantly tied up in a pearl like haze
invisible fingers wonder yonder and invisible lips bite at soft spots
yet
the experiment continues for the transference of energy cascaded gathered up in
chakra centers with bounce between head and root three times then down to earth then up to crown the energy returns electric.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC
Tomorrow...Life as I know it will change forever.
I will no longer wake up to my cat beside me.
My mom will never wake me up at 5 AM with vacuuming again.
My family won't randomly jump on my bed to say good morning.
My mom will never run down the stairs to tell me something incredibly stupid that she knows I'd laugh at because I'm easily amused.
No more random "let's go to willy's" wake up calls. No more let's hang out today from my best friends. Skype will be the only time I actually see their faces for months.
No more driving to see friends just because I need a hug or a friendly smile.
My grandparents are no longer just 45 mins away.
No more berkeley bowl, random morning runs, or swimming adventures.
No more NFL street with my little brother.
No more loudly playing music and dancing like a maniac...because no one really understands that side of me except friends and family.
No more LA Ink with my mom...or laughing at boondocks at midnight.
When I cry...it'll finally be alone...instead of me isolating myself.
I'm realizing more than ever that I'll miss my chaotic life. The things that use to **** me off seem silly...I'm over the annoyances.
I love all of you dearly...and will miss you.
Its time to close my bedroom door for the final time...and accept that I'll only be a visitor when I return.
New life to come...new obstacles to tackle...
Finally time to accept that the only constant in life is change...and of course the people that help me do so :)
Once again...love you all.
The college student,
Rissa
Dec 31, 2011
Dec 31, 2011 at 12:03 PM UTC
No Clicking Of Heels
I don't cry anymore
Because I know
Anything that lasts
Must go slow.
We burned it out
With passion hot.
I touched you softly
And found your spot.
Not the one
Between your legs
Or your neck
Or pulling hair while you begged.
Far deeper than that
Did we go.
To a place unknown
In our soul.
A place that scared
The living hell
To a point
We did bid farewell.
We burned it out
Before we began
To see each other
From end to end.
From heart to heart
From head to toe
From places beneath
That none will know.
To places far more vast
Than we can see within ourselves.
Places never written about
On tall bookshelves.
Places beyond
space and time
Where angels dance
Where all things rhyme
And gel within
To grow us far
From egos to souls
On other sides of stars.
Where did we meet?
In halls of school?
And where's that baby
We wanted, with coo?
And I think of this
From time to time.
Wondering how
To end this rhyme
This hell to heaven
All wrapped in one
The memories of pain
And so much fun.
Where we are together
Making love and peace
As gypsies do
Living in ease.
But all my logic
And all you feels
Can't bring us back home
By click of heels.
The storm is too great
In your mind from then.
Yet I'll dream of you
Until my end.
4 mins flat,
This took to write.
And it's done with love
Not worry or fright.
You're within me
And you just flow out
So it all much be true
I have no doubt
That you miss me too,
Now and then
And have great wonder
Why did we end
Or could we begin again.
My feels; your logic;
My logic; your feels.
But no fine answer;
And no clicking of heels.
I've tried.
Haha
Love,
Smarty Pants [aka NitWit;) :*]
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
Now when I call it the Village
well thats what
my mom calls it
but really its urban space
so today I walked around it
the first road
I came to has speed bumps
according to signs they are twined with towns in France
it called Hob Moat
and a moat it has
known to me as the woods
spent many happy hour riding up and down those hills
but the way it got built up
it's not a village
walk through the woods you get shops
which have change over time
there are two churches
one new bit like a carbuncle
a blot on the landscape built in the 60s
man they where so on drugs
what was in there heads
the other old
I got baptised there so did my brother
went to sunday school
they gave out stamps each time you attended
but within 20 mins you can walk
into countryside
but now I find that is changing to
MAN
why do we **** every thing up?
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
I come down from this ***** high finally,
This ****** lifestyle that I've been living,
This life is a **** hole, barely making ends meet, crazy people ******* like dialog in a tv sitcom. Oh its soo ****** Just like the girl laying ***** soaked in my bed right now. Life is beautifully painted with sin and good intentions. In the morning I wont even address her by name, fact is I dont know it, shes a victim in my ego boost trap like the girl 45 mins before her was... Strange I dont get caught by now, guess my luck will stay till karma hits me, karma being the stripper I stole the money from out of sluttly skirt, I didnt need the money but the rush I was getting from *** just isnt doing it for me anymore. I need a new high...
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
You Facebook messaged me today.
**** it’s been a month or two!
I remember at Velvet I tried
to be like Lennon to your friend Roxy!
“dance?” I said, raising my arms; eye contact; smile.
She smiled and said, “Oh no that’s ok…”
“Ok, I’m not John Lennon haha…”
Twenty mins go by. I lit a jack.
You and I geeked about Murakami.
I was three Natty bo’s deep. I glanced up; rain fell
Your friend Sara pushed up her huge [ellipses] umbrella.
You mentioned your boyfriend is a Deejay at Flash.
You Facebook messaged me today.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
Tonight I'm like you
Lesbian sweater.
Beanie.reading informative non fiction articles and holding my cigarette that certain way.
Man baby I miss you.
I want to make lesbian jokes.
And freeze with you.
I would give anything for five more
Mins.
And one more laugh.
This puffs for you.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
(beep) pshh (fading out)
I think they tryna come into my interface...
does misery still love company?
cause they wanna to stay at my civil place..
where a voice don't match a face
cause we don't make uneducated assumptions
we barely follow a lead
even if it leads to something
creative control,
don't matter if your 5 years old
the eyes create the picture
the heart develops the mold
any persons story can be told
but lets let the individual tell it
if they speak of overnight success
applauded them, no reason to become jealous
long live the king
the one who had a dream
the one who stood for integrity
the one who guided a team
the words Hero and Idol to me don't mean, what they use to mean
but I'm bitter cause most Heroes I knew never actually believed
little children are the future lets let them all achieve
internal pain of the weak, falling from heart broken disease
my thoughts becoming appeased
as I travel this lyrical world spreading my metaphoric peace
picking up the falling souls and reviving em piece by piece
ya don't need to listen but understand I have a message
one that could lift your shoulders higher and give your lack of support some leverage
I'm basic maybe below average but can carry the world and its baggage
god didn't hand me the throne
he sent me out to prove I deserve to have it
empty minds that go unnamed
with broken emotions with no one to blame
inner strength is the motive
A lion heart
guess that's why I'm so hard for society to try and tame.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC
darkness can come over us at any time, when we least expect it
turns our day into night, my darkness hides monsters, they are faceless
and yet each one,has my face, a face of mistakes
each bloodsoaked line, tells its own story
a grain of sand in a lifetime, of blood guts, and glory
a page in a book, a look into someones life
a good read, or a reason to hide, float away on the tide
i watch people, not people like me, there arnt any
just regular mr and mrs smith
i watch them shop, chat, buy, sell, argue,
i watch them watch me, i wonder do we all just watch each other
do sisters watch brothers, sons and daughters,
fathers and mothers, we all watch the clock, tick tock
time running out, death getting closer,life going out
people rush to get somewhere, rush to get back
sit for 5 mins and think about rushing, for this and that
not taking time to chat, laugh, or nap
no time to rest, just headless chickins
searching for slim pickings, life has to offer
sheep that bleet, waiting to be meat, on some fat ******** table
stuffing it in, relaying some useless fable
to guests that have requests, to be entertained
wine and dine, pass the time, like fat swines
feeding and breeding, living to eat, to consume
we are nothing, nothing that matters anyway
we just eat, bulshit, die, and fade away
we are here for a short stay, in this coffin life
living in stone tombs, for a price
noyone cares, noyone is nice, we are all rats and mice
kids and a wife
a sharp knife, to cut my own throat
bleed me dry, make me cry
leave this life, its not nice,
daytime fading, darkness waiting, life escaping
i dont care, nothing left here for me anymore
i am sick of being life,s *****
cant do it , feel sick, cant look in the mirror, to face myself
i am a blank expression,
eyes cloud over, time has run out, i am free, dont cry for me
i am finally where i need to be,
alone, in the ground, not a sound,
cold, old, no more storys to be told
just darknesss
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 6:05 AM UTC
*I look down at the floor thinking harder of you I loved you for one night.
You left me with something to carry as if its just a child living
growing stronger then me Doctor in a white coat condemns me to
death as I remember the needle that broke my skin should've worn
a ****** like a tampered medicine bottle I feel contaminated
thought it was just a cold that sent shivers
my body rocks as her shadow grows near talking about its okay
.Its Not. trying to figure out how long did
five mins of pleasure leave me to live as I remember sitting
in a waiting room scared to touch handles people with stories on their faces
I didn't see myself walking out of here with a positive test
I ball my future life span up No need to
study my body as you think twice cause you have no clue
that my body This body was blessed until I crashed it
down in a chair as I read my results a week ago so
imagine latex cause it'll be just the thing to prevent
you from the effects of the ******** pain that this disease sends through your
body as it will take its toll on mine cause I'm denying I'm dying so the only
medicine i'll give myself will be a vitamin cause denial can make you strong again*
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 8:15 PM UTC
6th month
June2013:
Broke in with a crazy light
that came from the sun
June...
Melted my brain
and the last of my personality
as i started my regular routine of biking
around the city
summer! was coming
oh i was excited
oh...it started raining
to much
the river started raising
and reached the bridges
all the houses that we at the end of the hill
got flooded
My city was in a worry state
it rained for two days straight
then the sun came out
and looked like nothing ever happened in my city
i saw my friend janessa
and we sat in a childs park in a green field
and we talked about the plans we had for the summer
we laughed
and spend 20 mins eating goldfish crackers
or her trying to feed me one...
i walked home from the train
one day
with a smile on my face
through my favorite field
and i thought to myself
"oh i cant wait too see what this summer holds for me"
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 10:26 PM UTC
Here i am again at this point where my head is filled no one to speak too just a pad & pen to vent too... some things seem crazy but its only the thought of loving you.. love songs and bad thoughts confuse my head so why keep loving you.. let me break it down to inform you that true love comes from 2.. its a 50 50 blend between two hearts that makes 1.. Its a lil thing called communication that keeps you strong, its loyalty and respect that keeps you warm.. a sweet delightful taste of time & attention no one said that lust was wrong..... true love and lust are to different laws lust is easy to break without any cause.. you get it and lose it but love is hard to fall its like a phone with no mins its hard to recall you'll fall that fast and start to ask what happen yall...
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
Music blares in my ears.
Maybe it’ll drown out the sound of the ticking clock. In those moments of silence between songs, I hear it louder than ever. Tick Tock, Tick Tock.
Once in a while an inspirational song comes on; telling me that I could be standing in the Hall of Fame and for a moment, I believe that I can get through this. The ticking loses its volume a bit.
Other times, it’s a song with a catchy beat and I throw my hands up and dance. I dance to the beat of the clock. Tick Tock, Tick Tock.
Sometimes, it a song with lyrics I wish I could say in reality. I notice feeling regretful makes the clock tick louder. And last but not least comes the rap song. I forget everything as I try to keep up with the song. I always feel a sense of satisfaction when I manage to get the words right. In my own way, for those 4 mins 32 seconds, I beat the clock. Tick Tock, Tick Tock.
Oh! And I almost forget that awkward song in your playlist that you always have to explain. For me it’s a random French song. It always makes me reminisce and wish I could turn back the clock. I lose myself in my memories and before I know it, the song ends. The clock waits for no one. Tick Tock, Tick Tock.
I never realised I had so many emotions in my playlist. I turn of the music and attempt to continue with my work. I check my watch for the time and the incessant ticking haunts me again. My watch straps feel like shackles, even though my watch is digital.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
Loving should be effortless
in a way that you need not to impress
to change or to bless
I feel like this when I'm with them,
I say what I say, in an instant
what comes into my mins, I say
or what has been buried deep
waiting for the right catharsis
of all
and it's effortless
I don't mind about my words
I don't filter my thoughts
They read me as the book I was printed
no less, always more
With them, no plans are needed
only the presence of each
peculiar perspective
that each of us contain
I don't feel that with you,
and even I do
I feel like it was
congregated,
never natural
now why is that?
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
i found my old Cd's today,created back in 6 and 7 grade,when iPod was not in my destiny
and i was using a tiny battered mp3 player and that box computer which froze every 20 mins,
all of them filled with numerous Taylor swift songs,oh how,
they bring back all those ruby studded memories,
of me and my mom dancing in the room late at nights, how i made you posters of Tswift when you couldn't find any,
i was young then,still am,
but then i wasn't aware of the countless hardships and heartbreaks,and liars and cheaters,
oh how sometimes i desperately want to be that naive little girl again,oh how then i wouldn't have to worry about college and its expenses,how the guy i like doesn't know i exist,
how we no longer talk anymore,and how we no longer love Taylor Swift's songs anymore.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 6:28 AM UTC
I drove from I-95 over to I-90/94
Yes you can say I put the metal to the floor
Drove all day and into the night
Guess I was going to fast now smokey is in sight
He stopped me and laid on me one hefty fine
He said slow down and be safe wow! he was kind
Went back to the driver seat to color in my log
Rolling down the highway pretending to be a big dog
Have a hot hot load and no time to spare
Running my face on the CB acting like i have something to share
All ready 3200 miles into this trip
Just hoping and praying that I just don't quit
Oh lord the chicken coop is open and pulling me around back
Lucky me Mr. DOT man letting me know I have a missing stack
Shut down of course till the repair guy fixes my truck
Have to call the company now just to pass a buck
Down too many hours wore out and beat
What can go wrong? have a broken air-ride seat
No border patrol or radio stations here in Montana
Have only one Cd why on earth did it have to be Santana?
Jamming to the only tunes, my truck doing all bit of 68
Driving illeagle to get there and cant remember the last time I ate
I'm in desparate need of real hot shower but I'm almost at the receiver
Stopping in to get some fuel, Just my luck got bit by a golden retriever
This has been a trip from hell no doubt about that
What else can go wrong? what that sound to notice I have a flat
I'll limp the rest of the way have 10 mins. to get check in
After I get unloaded and the tired fixed I"ll do it all over again.
Nov 17, 2009
Nov 17, 2009 at 8:48 AM UTC