"seb" poems
Dear Seb,
My infatuation with you did not impress.
Dear Josh,
We were 5000 feet above sea level, with a fear of heights.
Desperation fuelled the climb.
Dear Dave,
You were my first love.
You chew me up and refuse to spit me out.
Dear Dan,
I am sorry.
Dear Alex,
You should be sorry.
Black and purple did not suit my skin.
Dear Shea,
We tried too hard.
We lived in too many shadows.
Dear Dave,
I cannot get you out of my bones.
You squat beneath my ribcage.
Dear Craig,
You gave me disillusion with meaningful words.
I tried to love you.
Dear Joe,
You are breathtaking and the everything of everything.
And I do not know how to be enough.
Dear Keith,
Why did we do it?
Dear Theo,
I would have broken that softness in your eyes.
Dear Dave,
Your indelible imprint colours everything I do.
Dear Cameron,
You are my what's next.
Dear Joe,
You stroked my hand and my hair to wake me.
You are afraid of me.
Dear Dave,
I still remember every word.
Every one.
Dear Lucas,
In my head we had infinity.
Dear Matthew,
I was a vacuum in your life.
Together we were less than nothing.
Dear Joe,
You are the birds singing at dawn.
Why do you want me?
Dear Dave,
I still remember.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC
Lately they’re tripping on Seb.
Lately they all want him dead.
Lately he’s been taking meds.
How much for your soul wasn’t theirs.
Look at the horns and their scared,
like I was the monster that’s under their beds.
When they were kids,
their dreams are deferred, in humbling waters they tread.
Lately I haven’t been smiling.
Putting my mind in alignment.
Thoughts are real loud but I’m silent.
Don’t have the time for rewinding.
Lately I haven’t been joking.
Keep to myself, and I hate being open.
Lately I haven’t been smoking.
Hit me a black and a ***** start choking.
Picked like flower, I’m chosen.
Heart feeling jaded, I’m broken.
Shy but my poems’ outspoken.
All of them serve you token.
I sit all alone on these rainy days;
Earthly temptations are getting controlling.
Sooner or later I’ll fade away, but for now I’m just waiting my moment.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
Miles and miles and miles away,
is a big lovely place we like to play,
we jump and bounce,
we we spin and ponce,
all in the middle row's house
Daisy,Zack,Seb and Fi,
we all wonder so dearly,
how they are such a fabulous family,
And we wonder in the middle row's house
Meanwhile downstairs the adults are all fine
until they start drinking sebastian's posh wine ,
suddenly everyones up and dancing,
their all drunk and some are prancing,
They drink in the middle rows house
Upstairs the kids play and play
Maybe they think it's the only way,
say play Ava say play
Everyone plays in the middle row's house
WE ALL LOVE THE MIDDLE ROWS
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 9:43 AM UTC
She is love and pain.
She is evil and spiteful.
She is my future.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
1. "Friendship is like ******* on yourself, everyone can see it but only you get that warm feelings, and sometimes it stings when it hits wounds."
2."Love is like diarrhea, it comes out a lot at first, get less and less until it stops and you hurt inside"
Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 3:04 AM UTC
Seb's young fertile face beamed African royalty
even in the penury of this Nigerian refugee camp.
Her mother's downcast eyes shunned the camera's querying lens,
while Seb's, "I-love-you", eyes were welcoming.
Seb's eyes were as blossom-petaled obsidian pools,
each pierced by the light of a distant star.
Her blackness did not succumb to woeful displacement,
but shone with the promise of an overcoming spirit;
for a Mother's prayers were writ in the marrow of her bones.
Born with a tenacity to love,
her young heart leaped out through trusting inquisitive eyes.
Her tongue, budding out of rich dark faced soil, seemed eager
to taste the sweet juices that her spirited-eyes promised;
smiling, "l love you", behind barbed wired love-me-nots.
Seb was a child . . . full of joyful expectations.
A child who did not choose this world;
'tho born of a Spirit conceived to love . . .
to love the . . . hell . . . out from her world.
gv 4.2015 Word Hobo
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(Note: This piece came out of seeing this fascinating photograph
by Sebastian Rich, of Seb clinging to her Mother in a camp for displaced Nigerians.)
Link to this Photo of Seb and her Mother:
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2016-04-26/infectious-and-innocent-smiles-from-war-zones/7355958
Scroll down to Ninth Photo
Caption : A Nigerian child in a UNICEF clinic, who was finally on the road to a full recovery after suffering from severe acute malnutrition. Her unprompted smile filled my lens.
I would encourage all to visit the website of Sebastian Rich. His heart-gripping photography is incredibly moving and meaningful.
sabastianrichphotography.com.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 8:23 AM UTC
Lately, I been in a different mind frame.
I been writing poems trying to change the game.
Lately, I been thinking bout the bigger picture.
Thinking that my ****** really ain’t my ******
Lately I been feeling I should give it up.
Thoughts be on a high while I smoke a blunt.
I been scheming.
I been tweaking.
Heineken drinking.
Making plays through the week and chilling on the weekend.
Lately I been trippin I been acting different.
I been acting fake busy, I been working on the mission.
Been feeling bossy, Randy Mossy,
Shout out P Rock.
**** these, suburban *** ****** go hang on the block.
My mama and my baby mama say I’m acting distant.
But really, I just been taking care of most my business.
For TDS,
**** all the the rest,
Like it’s no other way.
I been Lowkey, ain’t made a post in days.
I’m talking 1 week,
2 weeks,
Maybe a month.
I been stuffing all of my demons in the back of trunks.
Tryna put my son and sisters in a good position.
So they ain’t gotta worry bout no other *****
I’m trying to teach them now not to trust ******
I’ll be everything they need,
They can count on me.
Don’t worry bout them they with me
I’ll be all they need.
Just know if you cross them;
Then you cross me.
It’s Pressure.
This for all the people that’s gonna rep us.
Everybody telling me I’m next up.
I gotta stay strong through it all
And act like I ain’t going through it all.
Through this pressure.
But the devil is the driver;
I can’t get no higher.
Asking how much is your soul to be the top buyer.
Him and the angels in my favor, they point out the liars.
Down to the wire,
I’m the decided,
Seb now retires.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC
We party, we rage, ain't it all so great?
So much fun, so above
But now Sugey and Seb, they're both dead
And pretty Savannah is in a hospital bed
Wires and tubes, I think of me and you
How it coulda been us, under an unforgiving moon
The car on fire, hot with teen desire
To run around, don't come down
All alone all together in a masked- up city
But this time the morning after is way worse than ******
"You and me Soph, we got invited there"
And I had put on mascara and done my hair
So crazy, so surreal
And it happened so quick
Now pretty party-queen Savannah?
She has to live with it
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 7:49 PM UTC
I was the one with the dreams.
I was the one with the schemes.
Battling things on my own, feelings alone but I had a whole team.
I never said anything.
Move in silence, do my own things.
Trying to find my way to millions.
Trying to spread my own wings.
Bad habits for daily routines.
I’m always running from therapy.
Losing my balance while searching for clarity.
Now, they tell me I lack motivation,
I was just anticipating and waiting.
Waiting for timing and something,
I had no clue what it was and somehow I was losing myself.
Reforming my brand, destined and full of success.
Branches but aren’t any leaves.
I needed help.
I wouldn’t accept it, people were turning their back on me.
Act as if it didn’t matter.
My insides were shattered.
I stay to myself and now look what I got.
Use to think I was worthless believe it or not.
Now I really open my notebook and jot.
Praying for Dre because they want him to rot.
Praying for Seb because he wants his spot.
Pray for Amodre, he messed up his shots of going to college, succeeding and winning a lot.
Maleek doesn’t know if he’s human or not.
This clarity came and it got myself closer.
I needed closure from things I was burying deep down inside while destroying myself.
Grow out my hair.
Stack up my wealth.
Practicing loving myself and my health.
Watching for snakes, I’ve been working on stealth.
Playing the hand and the cards that I’m dealt.
Built for success.
Been on the road of becoming goat, I must confess.
Passing the tests that the lord has given before disappearing to catch up on rest.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 7:53 PM UTC
Seb had never bought a train ticket before. He'd bought a plane ticket, a movie ticket, paid a parking ticket, but never a train ticket. He'd tried to do it online, but his credit card was maxed and his checking account was closed, so his only option was to pawn his PS4, the promise ring his ex-girlfriend had given back to him, and return the college textbooks he wasn't going to use. That and a few other knick-knacks he traded in at Buffalo Exchange Clothing pulled $300, enough for a one-way from Chicago to San Francisco with $67.45 leftover. Luckily, he'd quit smoking.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 2:03 AM UTC
I was always told to stay out of my head.
Lately I decay in bed.
Hoping and wishing I gain motivation but everything I say is unheard.
I know one’s love and commitment can turn into something like a sickness and even addictions that I’ve never seen.
What if I told you one of my symptoms was tripping?
A side effect is over reacting on things that are never seemingly that deep.
What if I exposed all my feelings and all of my addictions?
What if the prescription is you?
I’m a custom to being broken and running from things that I know can help me.
Deep down I seek to be pure, whole again.
I often get sad on my own,
So much anger has grown but I’ve shown lately..
that I am ok.
Wishing the small things would go my way.
Hoping the benefits I reap and my efforts one day bear fruit.
And only multiply.
Uncertainty is at an all time high.
Love is at an all time low.
Myself, well I’m just mediocre.
I got as much lucky as a kid at recess trying to find a four leaf clover.
Perhaps I just need closure, from everything I ever would cling to.
Evolving.
However, growing pains are constant.
The roller coaster never ends on this ride.
Choose wisely when purchasing the ticket.
Truly Yours, Seb
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 8:57 PM UTC
she was jest one knotch too weird wired for regular folk
her
smile was sorta crooked,
'til she grinned,
then
the whole ****** room lit up like
Christmas Eve and New York New Year on TV
she was thereafter ever after I vanished
in the undamming of the flow,
past the weir on Tenant's Creek.
We walked in the moonlight,
to a famous cavern
where,
Dreamtime, dust stirred in the cave...
hear the sea?
way yonder, hear the ocean?
Sh, touch the dust, ashes of the past,
roll in the dust.
choke
cough choke joke joke
you pass
you pass heko heko finiinish wink.
Morning
Wood pecker rythmn in a hummingbird realm,
one two three for five six seb
seberal cebral lesions appear, pop-outa-gno-where
evil imaginations in your hear, dear reader,
go binge all Purge movies,
then rewatch five seasons of that sup-augmented
puppy show, where each episode is a win,
for the
favorite, in any any child's hierarchy of worth.
Paw
Patrol verses Oscars Oasis--
Get some goodoldfashion ethotical archeo-types
Etched in acid,
splashed in face of the diva asking ever who who who
is fairest of the fair?
not fair?
har har har, fair's fair, in Love 'n' War glory stories,
that end well, all's well.
That ends.
Next is no longer just
around the corner... this junction is some
past all that. Here is where
the rubber met
the road,
the one that leaked and changed reality
for me.
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
A poet.
Only God knows this journey I venture.
Do not enter is a sign that I have placed on my heart to keep away the evil that surrounds me.
Energy.
A vibe called myself.
Chastised from my subconsciously wrong doings.
However, I’m still growing, learning, and evolving.
What’s left or next for Seb?
I can’t even tell you, even though I’ve only emptied out one bag of so many of my thoughts, emotions, and passions.
From dusk to dusk I sit and contemplate.
Medicating along with meditating is no longer my comfort zone.
But somehow,
I’m still forming into my own.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC