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When the brutal battle of bards begins
and my metaphorical sword is set
may the verse overflow like molten steel,
may it rouse Romeo and Juliet.
When my guard goes down at the close of day
I wake in rooms you're dreaming in.I wonder what you seeinside the sleep you're gleaming inand underneath the sea,and deep in The Sahara,and in the pit of me. I speak in rooms you're silent in.
Momma said there’d be days like these
The sweat on your brow
And the pain in your knees
Momma said how the world can often be hard
How the ones that you love
Can leave you with scars
Today you will wake up again
Today you will stretch and yawn
And put on your clothes again
To keep trying to move on
Today you will laugh and smile
Because it’s what they need to see
Someday somebody’s gonna treat you right
They’ll take your hand and hold it tight
They’ll keep you safe all through the night
And remind you how you loved to write
I am waiting waiting for the day to come
Thrust into a turbulent nexusExceeding ability to copeSucker-punched in my solar plexusVictim of life's rope-a-dope....Mark Toney © 2020.01/01/2020 - Poetry form: Rhyme
Una sola carneTwo become one fleshNon approfittarneKeeping true love fresh. ~when love precipitates, selfishness evaporates~.....Mark Toney © 2020.
A chance encountera snapshot in timelife's random momentsare simply sublime....Mark Toney © 2020.8/14/2020 - Poetry form: Rhyme
the dead, they sleep beneath the trees
in the dirt where no man sees
all the living walk above
some in hatred, others love
few have realized the truth
Majestic grouper's boulder headrests on the green soft oceans edgelooking up to the sky as time tic-tocksnatures sculpture, chiseled rockeons have passed to mold its' bust
Expressing on paper has always been easier for me,as my conversations are with the sea.for i ascertain some of life’s secrets never hearing a wordwhile the waves caress and love me.
In the middle of the warm Atlanticwhere there are small islands in the Caribbean seawhere white sand beachesstretch a long distance the end you can not see
Joyous angels an entire night spent,singing with flutes they ceased to relent.Shepherds lowly pitch their dusty tent.A story indeed reminiscentof ageless advents when we all went
Now I’m A Hip Hop Guy But DON'T Rock Mics’... !!!
Cos ‘When It Comes To My Rhymes I PREFER To... ROCK MINDS... !!!
Because What I Write Reflects On This Life...
NOT Trying To Flow Tight Or Playing The TOUGH Guy... !!!
Now Some Heads Are MISTAKEN When It Comes To The Statement ...
That I Just Cannot Take It ... Can’t Take WHAT... ?!!!?
There’s ALWAYS MUCH To CONSIDER When It Comes To FAMOUS Figures...
Who Are QUICKER To Pull Triggers Than The Best Olympic Sprinters... !!!
Cos' There Are Always ... BIGGER PICTURES...
Where There’s ALWAYS Someone QUICKER...
So Are You The Exception Or Are You The Rule... ?
Cos’ I’m An EXCEPTIONAL Spoken Word Dude... !!!
Cos’ My Use of This Tool Is... Spoken Word Cool... !!!
So Is Used To SCHOOL Those Who Exude...
Now I Guess It’s Gonna Take A Little While...
For Most of You Folks To Get With My Style...
Because It DOESN’T Profile Artistry That’s VILE... !!!
Mine Gives Up Platters of Subject Matter...
Well Now It’s Clear That I’m... “ Too Cold “... !!!
To Be In Zones With These Industry Ho’s... !!!
Yup Sisters And Bros And Those Who CONTROL Who Gets To Be KNOWN... !!!
They’re Out For THEMSELVES... !!!
They’re Out For THEMSELVES... !!!
You Can Tell If You Properly Give Them A... Smell... !!!
And Because of Anomalies In What They SELL...
Now My Mind’s The Type To Think of Rhymes...
That Are Built To Find The TRUTH About Life And Our Human Kind...
So REALITY Inspires My Mind To FIRE...
And SPARK Thoughts That Deal In REALITY Meals... !!!
Folks This Is NO JOKE A Creative OVERLOAD...
Is Something That Now Flows When My Mind Goes INTO ZONES...
Where Words And Verse Make My Hands HURT... !!!
Because of ALL The Notes That I Now Type In Prose... !!!
I’m Kinda NASTY Like Nas' When It Comes To Bars...
Or In Other Words FLOWS of... Rhyme Driven Prose... !!!
But NOT Like These Ho’s Who Take It Up Their ARSE... !!!
I’m WAY ABOVE That Class of NASTY Nah Nah NAHS... !!!
Rejection and Judgment...
Man Aren't They Sumthin'... ?!?
Judges of Art Who APPARENTLY...
Are... Oh SO SMART... !!!
Those Whose Critique...
Seems To ME To Be Part of Cliques...
So It’s Pretty CLEAR Now To Folks...
Who’ve Read My Form of Prose...
That My Poetic Quotes...
Rock The DOPEST FLOWS... !!!
That Hit Just Like Mike Tyson Blows... !!!
Now I’m NOT A Bloke Who's One Whose... “ Woke “...
Because To Me It’s A JOKE...
To Be Making CLAIMS In The World TODAY... ?!?
As If ONE WORD Or The Things That You Quote Means That You’re OKAY...
Waiting Waiting... Always WAITING.... !!!
After A While Becomes FRUSTRATING... !!!!!
Like Waiting For A Train That’s Gonna Make You LATE... !!!
Because It’s Been............. DELAYED...
Okay Whether Pagan or Not … ?
April Fools’ Day Has A PERMANENT Slot … !!!
The First of The Month Being …. “ That Date “ ….
But When It Comes To … “ FOOLS “ …
Nowadays I’m Saying … “ April Who “... ?!?
Now When It Comes To Writing...
...... “ Poetic Scripts “......
Now This Is My Confessional...
I’m A Rhyme Professional... !!!
Whose Rhyming Skills Have Been Suitably Built...
Over Numerous Years of Having My Ears...
Be Blessed With Verse From The Best In The World...
Now There’s A Time To DO IT... !!!
And A Time To... SHOO IT... !!!!!!!!
If Your Thoughts Aren’t Fluid...
And You’re Being STUPID... !!!
Like... Speaking Out of Turn When You’re Talk’s ABSURD...
Now It Has Been Said By Poetic Heads...
That I’m Pretty CLEVER When It Comes To Using Letters...
That Wage Lyrical VENDETTAS WITHOUT That V Fella...
Or Hiding In Cellars Because I’m NO Pretender...
It Was G.U.R.U. Who Said In One of His Poems...
That It's Mostly The VOICE If It Is... TOP CHOICE...
That Makes Rap Listeners LOSE Their Poise...
And REJECT Whispers To Make... BIG NOISE... !!!!!
Every Morning! Every Morning!
When you wake up! When you wake up!
See the bright Sun Rising!
See the bright Sun Shining!
See the bright Sun Smiling :)
Okay So I’m An... Old Timer...
Whose A POWERHOUSE Rhymer And TOP NOTCH Rhyme Designer...
So I’m NOT Like These Grimers’... !!!
Or One With One Liners Like Great Battle Rhymers... !!!
Or One Who Now Mumbles...
MAN I Do It Just Like It's... " AUTOMATIC "...
WITHOUT That Static That Can Make Things TRAGIC... !!!
In Fact It's Quite FANTASTIC The Way I Lyrically DAMAGE... !!!
Jerks Whose Verse Clearly Lacks THAT MAGIC... !!!!!
Now It Seems That There Are Those...
Who Think The Skills I Expose...
Are JUST... Clever Rhyme Flows...
Well Here’s A Big Virge Quote...
That’ll Make Them CHOKE... !!!
Ya Know It Truly Is... INCREDIBLE... !!!
The Effect of Seeing A FlexibLe Woman Who Is... SEXUAL... !!!
By This I Mean She's Credible Cos' Her Mind's BEYOND A Vegetable...
With A Bod' That's Far From Spherical........ !!!
I can be the dyed rose petals scattered on your bed
Whispering of love's lost chances, piercing veins instead
Now we've scattered too, like them, who've long since lost their voice
Ya Know I've Found In This Life...
That... Girls And Guys...
Who Behave Like CHUMPS... !!!!!
Like To Play... Mitch Green...
And Beat Me To The PUNCH.... ?!!!?
When My Lyrical Flows...
Now ONLY Those Who Are DAFT...
DON'T WORK At Their Craft... !?!
Now DON'T Get Me Wrong... !!!
I Rate Sean Con' As The BEST EVER BOND... !!!
But There's Not Been A..." Black James Bond "... !!!!!
Okay Now Kids Yup... Here It Is... !!!
That Spoken Word Ish' Mister Big Virge Brings... !!!
Rhythmic, Cryptic... Fit When It Flows...
To Equip Music And Notes I Quote...
With Vibes That INVITE...
Go ask Alice in her padded cell how she took a tumble and fell down a rabbit hole of illusion now don’s a straight-jacket of confusion. Go ask Alice with her veins full of Lithium how she surrendered to her delirium of smoking caterpillars and a
I'm A NEXT LEVEL Writer When My Mental INSPIRES...
Lyrical Pictures In My Written Scriptures... !!!
Shadows bouncing 'round my room,
tinting light in shades of gloom,
find me climbing into bed
time to rest my weary head
Darkness peering in my door,
fingers spread across my floor,
Now What I... " Produce "...
Is... Lyrically Cool..........
See I'll...
ASSASSINATE Your Character If You Expose Vernacular ...
That Proves You SUCK ... WHAT Yuh Like Dracula ... !!!
Like Jeru’ I Will Damage Ya With Wordplay That's SPECTACULAR ... !!!!!
When It Comes To... " Checks "...
I'm A... " Petr' Cech' "...
Goal PROTECTOR YES...
Go Getter... Most Def'... !!!!!
Mic' Checker... NO SWEAT... !!!
When It Comes To Poems...
Among mankind's best—Brave, courageousHeroes who do no harmAssuaging our fearWith fellow feeling and careAmidst viral strains' stealthy swarm.Among mankind's worst—
I Used To Meditate In My YOUNGER Days... !!!
The Day I Stopped Was A Crying Shame... !!!
But I Now Meditate In A... DIFFERENT Way... !!!
Does wearing a mask make you ill?Are you a social distancing hater?Just imagine how you'll feelBeing put on a ventilator.
.© 2020 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Annual pilgrimage beginsthousands flocking to our doorsbraving elements of chancewhat does new year have in store?As they enter our domainsobedient to adverts’ beckoningis there hope for addled brains
When my muse ingnitesVerse that excitesThen you have meDead to rights—I'm a poet!.
.© 2020 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Where will you be twenty twenty I've got news for you aplenty.Leave me alone let me pilot my drone
Noticing every trivial thing in my way
Appreciating the beauty of every other day
Not letting any moment go to astray
Not knowing if its March, April or May
That is how I'll spend the end of my days
my mind is a mess
of thoughts and texts
of love letters and feelings
that never digest.
not sure who this is for
but i'll still write some more
hoping it'll draw
In cold and ignorance. I wept for its depart.
How cold! How cold! It did intend to break my heart.
And standing still, and seeing all last rays be gone;
That made all clouds to paint a crimson sketch aloft.
A clean and clear, white sheet of paper; messed by ink.
The world and me, the people here; we live that brink.
Just like this night -- a villain veiled -- and then I sigh.
This tyrant darkness shakes my shoulders. Solitude!
I gazed upon the darkest sky and then I saw --
The stars. They flash like fiery embers through and through --
To east, to west. They're everywhere. To north to south
Like precious jewel there, so distinct and rare.
I sighted golds within the sun's coruscate beam,
And tiny drizzles are blessings that falls downstream.
The trees now rested in an open peacefulness.
The birds performs aloft, and in bliss with the wind.
I picked the berries in the burning sun
My skin was scorching, it was no fun
I decided that it was too much work
But unfinished business will always lurk
It's About THAT TIME ...
To Use STRAIGHT Rhymes To EXORCISE ...
What Rests Inside My ... ANGERED Mind ... !!!!!
A Mind That Tries To OPEN Eyes ...
of Those With Sight Whose Vision's ... "Blind" ... !!!
Ring song
Go tell the worldhow close you cleave,my ring.
No! Wait! — The worldhas little careto pause and hearyou sing.
Today I decided to go to the store,
We parked and I walked through the big glassy doors.
Headed straight to the snacks, I went right past the fruit,
Can I hear one?
A real one for just once.
A poem about our children,
and why they need healing from their parents decisions.
Patiently wading,
holding onto my mind
through the storm.
Every person has a day,
over time,
the day has got to come.
Embrace a grind, we won't
have to grind
for long.
Adopted honest behavior
but it's easier to lie about it.
Though we're now strangers,
I still cry about it.
Will I ever see you again?
I highly doubt it.
Wrote out the letters
of your name,
Have mercy on my soul.
For there's some things I do not know.
Written stories have gone untold.
Water the rose, over time it'll grow.
What do you call a home, that's not a home?
Lonely child, no one to hold.
Dear God, I need a word, can you hear me?If I write these words do you think they will ever feel me?I can't relate to love, I think it fears me.
Catch 22I rather be mute, than misinterpreted Because I take pride in understanding. But the less I say gives off more of a-misunderstanding.
I Believe In PRECISION When Making Decisions... !!!
And Find That THIS Helps Avoid...................... COLLISIONS..... !!!!!
Ya Know .....
IT's NICE When People Treat You RIGHT ... !!!
By This I Mean RESPECT Your Life ... !!!
GIVE For FREE ... Reject Money ...
Simply Speak Without Trying To Teach ...
Folks ... People AREN'T Joking ... !!!
When They Say I'm ... " OUTSPOKEN " ... !!!!!
Sometimes I Say Things ...
That Leave People ... BROKEN ... !!!!!!!!
Do You Ever Find That Words Sometimes …
KEEP On RUNNIN' Through Your Mind … ?!?
Sometimes My Rhymes And Words Are …
...... STUNNING ….. !!!!!
I am poetry.
My back is the spine.
My arms turn into the cover.
My fingers smooth into pages.
The prints printed on my thumbs bleed words.
To whom it may concern
I think that any
Bigotry,
Ignorance,
Or prejudice
You harbor deep inside should burn.
Back and broke from my hiatus
Still mentally unstable, sentiments in stables,
but my hunger's been killing me
Zozo's been feeling me
Mind blew up from a Twiztid rap melody.
C'est la vie, it may be
Wizard
Here comes a man,
Eating a pizza out of a pan ,
He carries a wand ,
In his right hand ,
What is this ? !
Not a moment to miss !
I whipped out my camera,
in the morning Anxiety accompanies me
as my shadow in the day
yelling at me all my insecurities
but it's okay
in the night Depression welcomes me
in my bed as I lay
Where Rivers Sing
And Nature smiles
Where Forests sprawl
Over Silver Miles
Where Bridges rise
To meet the Land
And Trees stand by
Just holding hands
I saw you there
At the renaissance fair
All alone
Churning milk into butter
I got down on my knees
And I said the Lord’s prayer
That you would be mine
In an hour
Waking up in the mornin', picking my writing utensil.
Pulling out my composition book, my brain trying to settle.
Thinking to myself about becomin' a star.
I can imagine myself just tryna live large.
Puberty arrivesWith it's accompanying drivesPlus the scourge of teenage acne.Most remedies would failNothing ever worked wellWhile my face continued to attack me..Father scoffed "Son I implore
I don't know what I'm doing at all;
He looked at me and caught me in a trance.
The blood in my veins sludged to a slow crawl.
My heart, my aching heart wanted to dance.
I don't think I've ever been in love;
Ok! So we clashed in town…
…and he was looking at me like a clown
even with a lot of bold hairy beard
I could still see he was bothered with fear; that is weird!
I am crawling and falling and calling
I need you to hear me, come near me, don’t fear me
while you flee, watch me bleed, please don’t leave
cause I’m flying and I’m crying, but I’m dying
Forgiven
not forgotten
hard work
for what I’ve gotten
knocked down
kept on knockin’
fell down
kept on walkin’
Shut down
kept on talkin’
don’t give up
I do not care for violence
Yes, you heard me right
But if you hurt a friend of mine
Then get ready for a fight
I was raised on stones and firewood
With hot coals beneath my feet
Hold your sign
Tout your voice
Hide your gun
Love your choice
The only way for change to come
Is standing there and doing none
while singing fantasies of peace
illuding that this all can cease
Darkness surrounds me as I find myself enveloped in the story being told in front of me.
A young girl is stumbling upon a scene,
Do you ever wish you could go back to sleep?
A place where you've already achieved
All your hopes and dreams?
Do you ever wish you could be asleep
Instead of being awake,
And wanting to scream?
Students
Aren't human
Schools only pretend
To give a shit
And be prudent
Because in their eyes
You're only a statistic
If boys will be boys
Then girls will be toys
Consistently falling
For all of their ploys
And allowing their confidence
To be destroyed
There is a jerky employee
Who delves into a fantasy.
One day, with a smirk,
The person goes berserk.
Right now, he is stuck in China sea.
Intro: I want to thank my Twin B for believing in my talent when I didn’t, love you…
Young J is a rapper he says
I write my own lyrics to these songs, please press reply
So I thought I knew everything…
Growing up taught me lessons I should know
A high school diploma was just nothing to show
Momma was proud when I walked with a degree, I’m sure
"Ahh... no, I don't want to break my head,me doing this flip will surely make me dead."My mind was always over exaggerated back then,I just wish I could do that first flip all over again.
I’m not handing checks because it’s not season
Can’t trust the government, better call it treason
I operate for my own reasons
To protect myself as a human being
Can’t put me down, I am not weakened
Waking up everyday seems just so hard
I am tired of this routine that got me off-guard
I have no social life, I am like broken glass shards
I been talking to myself, my only insanity ward
Going to the theater for all the world to see
People on the big screen who, for the first time, look like me
Giving many kids a chance to connect with character’s identity
Thank you for helping me,
I was in doubt and could not see,
Potential was always there,
But I was too stuck on how life was not fair,
The best Aunt anyone could ask for,
Soy una artista dibujando un espacio en blanco
No puedo retractarme de mi banco
De memoria
Haciendo historia
Escribiendo rimas me da euforia
“What can I get you on this fine day?”
“Fine? Are you blind? The sky’s dark gray!”
“That doesn’t matter, today can still be great!
“Who put an Unhappy Meal on your breakfast plate?”
Lipstick stains on a collar,Wine stains on her Sunday best,They teach it’s the blood of her LordSo she counts herself as blessed.
Remember when you broke your right hip?
It came as a shock to me.
There you were, the picture of health,
And only eighty three.
Of course, you were most disgruntled.
Whispers of correlation
“others feel exactly what you’re going through”,
Vulnerability on paper without hesitation
Speaking the truth as if they are living life with you
Poets and Poetry
What poetry has taught me is how to be true,
Even though sometimes I haven't a clue.
When I feel upset or mad,
I pick up my pencil and paper pad.
I write down my worries, my future, my fears,
The strings vibrate violently over the frets,
Making the people collect.
The drum stick cracks over the skin,
Letting the beat begin.
It taught me to write
It taught me to read
It taught me to want
It taught me to need
It taught me to rhyme
It taught me to see
It taught me to help
It taught me to be
Ink on the Skin,
White like Paper.
I am my writing,
The corners taper.
My poems I read,
Then soon become.
Sharing the thoughts,
I'm trying to overcome.
These words I write,
Share a story.
just one failure to watch
one fateful soft misstep
can bring a building down
cause chaos to erupt
i looked around for someone
i’m still not certain whom
relief flooded my chest
the basis of a written poem
summed into a single line
the authors mind to roam
rhyme lime crime
for those who do not know
Rhythm within,
Let it begin.
Take me back to a time
When I lived within rhyme.
When reason was here,
And I was there.
The tick without tock,
Those minutes on the clock.
A time unmeasured,
Is love enough
Love cannot stop a man from moving
It cannot change a person, place or thing
Love cannot build a ladder for escape
It cannot kiss away my broken brain
Love is merely a chance, if that
Sticky kisses and blue butterflies,
Long nights and adoring skies.
Lingering kisses and yellow flowers,
Suspensful nights and everlasting hours.
Passionate kisses and red wine,
Driving up the mountain just to see the sunrise
I saw something that really caught my eye
I saw the trees that stand proudly in the summer
And I couldn´t help but say they reminded me of her
I want to know why the sky is blueAnd why Death must come so soonWithout warning, life is dueBut not ever knowing why the sky is blue. I want to know where the willows lie--Why their hearts can never dieAnd Mother Earth will always denyWe're sea
my legs feel frail again
(oh am i wilting?)
i don’t know if i’ve skipped to the end
or rewound to the beginning
unsteady i betray myself
almost done, can’t sway
not this time
this time
The moving force was slow and steadyWith wheels that groaned "Are we there already?"The complex grinned with sandy windows,"Say goodbye to your driver, fellows.I've come to wrench her from your seats
Walking through the talking woods,
looking at the reflecting water,
I see a bag of old goods
and empty bottles underwater.
Dear ETs,
I’m sorry, I cannot find a way
To bring myself to fully answer your question
Regarding humanity’s ending passage of days;
The pain of death never goes away
it stays and rots and sings all day
because it cannot do anything but stay
until it lets itself be felt by anyone in its way
Lolo...
Here's a letter to you.
To the man who spoke so soft and yet so proud of his past.
To the man who worked so hard yet also not so fast.
To the man who understood when to stop and when to go,
Perhaps I was wrong,
maybe my accusations
have been oversung.
You were, as far as I was sure,
the problem that made me fight.
But as I leave you in the dirt and move on,
it seems
How now, my dearest Lord and suit, Sir Knave?
Upon thine honour and upon thy grave,
Thou swearest prove thyself a gentleman,
And in itself to gain thyself a fan?
I’ve seen thee lock’d in taverns here and there,
I am still while the world turns beneath me.
The weight of my sorrow does not slow its spin,
for soft words cannot calm a tumultuous sea.
I do not listen to the wind twisting the trees
Atlas fades on stormy days
A tortured burden he must bear
But now the birds of song are gone
Descending the depths of despair
Stale smoke,
It clings to the threads of his jacket,
Yet i've never choked,
Our relationship is stuck in a brackett.
Oversaturated Old Spice,
Through the darkness,A candle burns,Erasing the varnish of the tainted world,This flame shines,Leaving behind a forgiving line,
Tavern mugs and boisterous laughter,Another line in this wondrous chapter,Long after the sun has set,Quills still write, and candles stay lit.
My entire life, there is one thing that was drilled into my miserable brain.
“Bottling emotions is wrong.
But let me make something clear.
I ramble on
Like no one is watching.
You don't interupt me,
And I wish you would.
Tell me I'm crazy
That I make no sense, right?
You can't stand my talking
About the things that make
I first checked you out in school.
I don’t know what caught my eye
But it doesn’t matter because I was too shy
And let you pass by for the fear you were “too intellectual.”
It’s Better late than never to grab the bull by its horns and remove the reoccurring feeling of the thorn, I’ve bitten the bullet once some things never change bridges keep burning no pain no gain.
You are crisp summer grass, the crunch of fallen leaves
You are dandelion tufts floating on a spring breeze
You are the muffled crunch of winter's icy freeze
You are the sun and moon, the mountains and seas
David F. Battey,
He was a lot of things in 85 years
He was a father, a grandfather, a husband, a friend.
He was a learner, a doer, a thinker.
It feels like a storm,
Loud, gloomy, and yet so calm.
As hauntingly dark as nightfall,
Yet still light like a rain cloud.
Mop the floors,
Dust the shelves,
Stay indoors,
Keep to yourselves,
We can yell,
No throwing anything breakable,
Because I love you,
I will call you Dear,
I will let you yell too,
I will ignore my fears.
Because I love you,
I will hold in these tears,
I will smile for you,
I will call for help.
Once upon a time?Was there ever such a time?Where princesses were capturedAnd objects came to life?
We all know the story of Cinderella
Snuck out, lost a shoe and met a fella
They change the story as time went by
But I have the non-fiction, refreshing lines
She did sneak out, she lost the heel,
Shafts of light shatter the morning skyBeyond the horizon, black clouds loom Juxtaposed seriously
The effervescence of dew shines underfootThe mellifluous patter of feet Working harmoniously
Can you fly?
I!
Do you have a beak?
No, but I am sleek.
Are you nice on a hot day?
So the people say.
You are feared in the harsh winter.
I can be quite bitter.
You are the Breeze.
“Once upon a time”
My mother had begun
It was like this every bedtime
She wouldn’t stop till she was done
She told me every night
The story of my birth,
My dark fable, her plight.
Beyond the jagged mountains the abyss lies therein.
Many have attempted to explore its depths but all have perished within.
We stand there at the entrance peering into the belly of the beast.
I hear her singing in the night.
A somber melody, my heart’s delight.
But when I rise to see her face
She disappears without a trace.
A shimmering tail amidst crashing waves.
The Siren’s song that I so crave.
She’s locked me in this maze again
How she laughs at my pain!
I know of the sins she does commit
To escape I shall find proof of it!
Twists and turns mar the path
But reward awaits my grasp.
Once upon a time the bad were the good and the rotten were the wise until the status quo was changed by the bad in disguise.
Once upon a time
In a land of song and rhyme
Was a girl named Little Red
With a hood upon her head
Who traveled through the wood
Carrying all the cookies that she could
To Grandma’s comfy home
Behind closed doors and tight lips,there remain words trying to escape.
Behind locked rooms and sealed hearts,there lies a secret wishing to break shape.
it never hits me
until it's too late
recess, playgrounds, field trips, museums,
textbooks, classrooms, no A/C, Speech comp
teachers who teach, and those who teach you to teach yourself,
Blinded by your lies
I trusted you
I should've seen it in your eyes
You were too out of view
All those nights were fun and games
Little did I know I was being played
She locks her door and makes her bed
Hopes to see him soon ahead
Opens her window but is quiet
The empty night is so silent
Out the window she will climb
To meet her lover right on time
Blindfolded, we enter the world.
Eighteen years with only the wisdom of our parents
On our back,
Lacking that which education had promised.
Has promised.
On our future coffee tables lie
The soft tender touch of a lover,The hushed whispers from one to another.The beauty of a now stranger lingers in your mind,The faint smell of Lilac lets you unwind.The taste of your tears cascading down your cheek,Her gentle kisses leave you weak.
You call to me in the night,
A silent black monolith of blue light,
Looming in my waking thoughts and dreams,
Punching buttons and tapping strings,
The world I think is dull and grey,
The brain is a marvelous thing
full of numerous files
from long ago, and yesterday
loads of info it compiles
The center of it all,
it gives me instructions
brilliant mastermind,
From January to February
I hit a new low in life
Everything was bothering me
All I thought about was the cold blade of a knife
From March to May
My school has taught me well,
But is it enough?
The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell,
I learned in biology amongst other stuff.
I can't be who you want,
Believe me 'cause I've tried.
Why can't I be who I want?
Why must I change my mind?
The one thing that ignites the light
Which excites my mind from day to night
Is the delight I feel once I write
All my focus is on the trains of thought
All I notice is what I jot on the spot
I really should begin to go.You know I didn't mean it though When I said “I won't see you”. As the clock goes farther in timeAll you do is stay on my mind.I hope for you; that's true, too. Although I know down in my coreI will start to see you mor
The traveler stopped for restthe sky a silver hue,the sun setting in the westthe waters, a dark blue.
It's only in my dreams that I say what I mean,
because I think too much when I feel too much-- or too little,
and I find myself forgetting how to breathe,
while I wander aimlessly inside a prison of dream.
There's so much in my mind
that I don't understand,
things that I should let go,
instead of burying in my head.
The floods push and coax
others just go with the flow.
But not I.
Sometimes I drift towards shore,
I prefer swimming straight for the shore,
And then, I'm in another place.
No swimming with routine,
Cracked lips, crooked teeth
Uneven posters, tattered torn wreaths
Cheap shampoo, untamed hair
Honking cars, smoke infused air
Profanity carved tables, eraser-less pencils
Leaking roofs, rusty utensils
Your face in between these thunderous thighs
Guiding me on an ascent to cloud nine on the way to meet the most high
In between these sheets is where our love lies.
I am a poet.
My pen is my sword
The ancestors and God fuel my every word
Flowing out of this trident is ink from the depths of the ocean
It’s all so cold
lost and lonely, veiled by frost-
be quiet, I’m told
never speak up, no cost
never any loss-
Seventh grade, my friends left me
All I had to console me was family
A new Taylor Swift C.D.
The melody
School was tough with no seat
No one to meet
When it was time to eat,
I’m no prodigious poet.
In fact I’m quite the odd bird,
I’m always delving deeper
into ideas others find absurd.
As my father crossed oceans
I fell onto my knees;
anxiety and depression:
At night
I'm the darkest sky
The stars are my path
The moon is my guide
My mind travels
To far away places
Where my grass Is greener
From the other side
Countless hours
Harmony in my head
Words of life
Don't send me to bed
Stay up with me
Keep me company
I am the quiet stream
But you're the babbling brook
speak in sense
I'm not much of a creative writer.
I'm not a genius, and I'm not a fighter.
Just an average student on break going day by day,
Missing the plentiful dining hall buffet.
I sleep all day like a newborn baby,
A bullet costs less than a quarter
A life is cut shorter
A bullet is made of lead
A life is dead
A bullet is fast
A life's wound is vast
A bullet hits hard
your eyes
were a much deeper blue than i thought
causing me to dive inside
to run around and get lost
but i'm terrified that by tomorrow
you won't be there like before
and i won't have your eyes
i try to lock you out
but you keep coming in
it's my fault however
i leave the door open
and whenever you leave
i know you'll always come back
so when you do
i left the keys under the mat
i'm not going to be
at the bottom of your checklist
because you forget i'm a priority
like you forget to eat your breakfast
i'm not your last minute school project
i'm not "going through the motions"
he never loved me
that's me admitting
he never stayed
i wanted committing
his actions were cruel
but they were forgiving
his leaving
was my beginning
11:11
is said to be a myth
but every night
i still make a wish
i close my eyes
and wish about you
hoping by morning
my wish will come true
i know it's a sin
to compare you to God
but damn
you're the closest thing to heaven
that i ever saw
you copy me
from the way i walk
to the way i talk
you copy me
from the way i sang
to my different types of slang
you copy me
from the way i sit
to my humor and wit
there was a spark in your eyes
i saw it no doubt
yea we'd be a good match
but we'd probably burn out
i want to feel you
in all sorts of ways
from intertwined hands
to what's in between your legs
i want to feel us
skin on skin
from the different sensations
outside and in
i want to feel it
don't chase after boyswho keep running awaydont beg and plead to boyswho don't want to staydon't give yourself to boys
Every year since kindergarten,
We begin with a journal entry.
Entering our thoughts on our day,
and writing for over a whole century.
Can this just be the present
That everyday is
Even with a nemesis
Or without even saying
Wanting the same Even if it's in different shades
Or different context
Being stranded on an island would be unfortunate,
and any item we bring compared to the big picture may seem disproportionate.
But being logical has its perks,
and i've heard this survivalist book really works.
There’s one thing in my life that is dear and ethereal
And that dear and ethereal thing is called cereal.
Mornings and nights, without a doubt
1. Music is the one thing I can not live without
2. I feel like it takes me to a different place
3. I enjoy music as much as I enjoy sauerkraut
4. When I listen to music, different expressions strike my face
I always joke about impressions and lie that I don't heed.
But when camera snaps goes off, it's the fortieth picture I keep.
So there goes my humility. Good-bye shame.
Life without love is like the sun without the moon,
life without love is like a flower that'll never bloom.
Life without love is like a star that won't shine,
life without love is like a poem with no rhyme.
My Lord My savior
My breath the marrow of my bones
the thing i can't live without
He's worth more than gold, persuasive words, & status
My comforter in midst of unbearable pain, broken promises and shame
Oh Calculus, what are your limits?
You take not minutes,
But hours of comprehension
Which I wish I may apply optimization.
Your infamous related rates
Lead me to a doomed fate.
It's like I'm lost in an ocean
blue as can be
without a map in my hand
or a single home to call mine
I've been looking for answers
looking for what's true
but when I look for love
Gross words a tangled mess,
leave me alone and let me rest;
im tired of you and your unknown meaning,
leave me alone I don't get what your seeing;
being kind and I might let you be,
If I was stranded on an island
and I didn't know what to do
I would grab my card and play
It is something I can do everyday
Without those floppy cards
I would be bored day and night
I can't live without chocolate.
Chocolate is like the soul to my heart.
It makes me happy, like the chimpanzees.
The way it melts like butter as the flavor explodes into your mouth.
Some may say that, without things,
you’re hard-pressed to succeed --
but I believe there’s not much stuff
that someone truly needs.
You don’t need diamonds, gems, or pearls
to make your smile wide.
Yeah, I'm cryin' in bedwithout a line in my head, I'm deadbut you don't hear me cryin' or lying when i'm dying with dreadthis life burning instead while I reach ahead
All I need are the lives of my brethren,
given up for the ideals of the free.
Pressing forward with my dreams I've been buildin'
Seeing all these faces looking up at me.
Millin' in my mind,
all the time,
I wouldn’t be here, no doubt
Missing what I’m talking about
If left uncapped it will dry out
Name something I can’t write without.
The scratches it makes are so fine
Sadly, no answer is online
Whether Its Instruments, Acapella, or Acoustic,
A Very Important Piece I Can't Live Without Is Music.
An impossible parable
A pair of bowls with a missing spoon
The broken sun in the afternoon
Raindrops in a hot monsoon
We hope to see trees in bloom
we hope to see them all
we hope to see afternoon
we hope to see night fall
we hope to see beauty come
we hope to see life knew
we hope to see the moon run
As time goes by,
You stand and ponder,
"When will I die?"
So you wonder.
As you wander through the graveyard,
You ask yourself,
"Why is life so hard?"
You say to oneself.
Life is perfect now
it hasn't always been
see all of the problems started
around the time that I turned ten
My dad died when I was six
and then there came the coke
Mommy became addicted
As easy as counting one, two, three
I tend to learn with a breeze
A fast learner who’s quite free
From the struggle of trying to see
To have our lips grow closer and then touch,
so we may feel each other.
(A prerequisite to tasting,
You are the reason.
The reason I am me.
The reason I will be,
the only one you will ever see
that is as happy as can be.
s.f.
7.19.15
those hands
the way they hold me when we kiss
tge wa they tingle me into bliss
the way they tell me to get frisk
those hands
they tell me everything
your hands
Life is such a hectic ride
Full of surprises and awesomeness
Awesome was the moment my eyes first opened
And I was greeted by sunshine’s bliss
I made it again through the darkness of the night
Sometimes long and thin
Seen on the outside ad hidden within
Other times long and wide
Almost transparent to the naked eye
It casts a darkness that lingers
But you can't touch it with your fingers
Go on, do it
I dare you
Eliminate the innocence
Illuminate the sky
There’s no need for your presence?
I can assure you that’s a lie
How could this have happened? I invested my trust in you
Wrote in pen, traced by the broken soul,I came across letters with little coalTo burn the embers of Apollo's chariot.I assume that his verses very few have met,Because the luster is blackened out by fame.
You better believe you gotta misread
all the signs, they ain't faithful
All the ladies, they ain't careful
you gotta have time to get a dime
this world, this life, all the strife
Dams blowin up,
I'm just another colored kid living in the suburbs. Picket fences all around, all painted my neighbors color.
You are not invisible
not in any way, shape, or form.
I know you see things differently.
you dont have a "set in stone" way of thinking.
You think of evrything, possibly, too often.
I am of flesh
I breath sin
I keep to myself
what lies within
But do express
And I'll give you notice
When storms draw near
I feel their closeness
Love one love all
From today until tomorrow, years later to forever
I want to make an impact that would change the world
There are moments when we see the violence coming and no one is in sight to stop it
I hate this moment
I dread condolence
There is no hiding
This time today
My knees are weak
My mind is bleak
I cant conceive
a way to believe
That I am strong
A 17 year old child applying for college,
built for success, wisdom, and knowledge.
A plethora of information has been deposited into him,
But due to his black skin many have trained him on a whim.
Thinking, thinking, what am I thinking?I can feel my eyelids close as I continue blinking.
As I walked on a busy street,
Side by side with random people
Seeing variety of souls when eyes meet
I see joy, love, hatred and trouble
Across the street I see an old lady
I’ve come to realize, i’ve been living in my own lies.
Fully submerged, head beneath the surface
living my daily life without a purpose
i was a hypocrite to my own speech
“chin up buttercup” i’d always preach
Euridice, Euridice, my dearest love,Please fly back my little bird.Where is my little dove?I beg you, please return.Euridice, Euridice, o’ brightest star,Please return to evening sky.
Before I get as cold as stone,Before I finally die,Before I rest my weary bones,Please sing a lullaby.I've never heard one before;I don't know how they go,But 'fore I leave forevermore
It's hard to gather rosebuds with a dreadful fear of thorns;It's hard to share one's fondness with a fear of lover's scorn.So as one gathers rosebuds with a thick and rugged glove,
I met her by the seasideAlmost in a tranceAs sunshine shone upon herAnd skipping waves did dance.She called me with a whisperThrough the ocean air,But as I did approach her
I dreamt of clouds in skies of blueWith crimson streaks of light,And all around there was the soundOf laughter and delight.Where worries were a memoryForgotten long ago,
On shining lights in velvet nightsI hung my hopes with silver stringAs whispered words I overheardRebounded in my rotting brain.
A longing within the deepest of skin
Flows like a heedless stream
For there we were, distant but sure
That all was like a waking dream
I gazed in eyes that analyzed
Processing what I contained
Behind these Tattered rags beats the heart of lover
but tragic fate has separated us because of another
I was a brother in arms
who had fallen under charms
This is the Poem about Lustin Jee
He tried too hard to be just like me
But it turned out he was a reflection of the past
Maybe thats why I would always ask
I tried many times to turn him good
A poem should rhyme
Because that’s how it flows
If there is no true rhyme
Then one might suppose
That really the poet
Is writing in prose
I used to have visions
of my success
with a Sword in hand.
A samurai of sorts.
My Sword was strong
so my Senses too.
Through my Sword,
my Self was strong.
As I Sensed more
Violence, much happens to people who keep silence
Oppression led the oppress to depression
One gun can kill many sons
Teenage girls are confused, all bruised
A saucer hovers over the field.
A cry: “Uuuuup”, lingers in the air
like the smell of a recent rain.
Two men, their desire unconcealed,
streak down-field, celestial comets paired,
We live to die,
We die to live,
Living for life yet waiting to die,
Killing to live,
Living for the kill.
Claiming above is salvation,
Below our damnation.
The feeling at hand brings on trouble and issues that I cannot stand
It changes my plans and unfortunately, I cannot fuflll its demands
I cannot grasp or understand, but I am only aware of how I'm in a jam
I always wanted to bethat girl;too brilliant to resisttoo pretty to dis,that girl that stops trafficwalking down the street.That's the pretty girl, I wanted to be
I'm throwing punches and giving kicks,
performing all kinds of crazy tricks,
I'm dodging bullets, dodging blades,
I have a house I call my own,
within a white cerebral sky.
It’s lively and it flows,
but someday it’ll die.
Splattered with pink, red, and white,
Something took the rhyme from me
I never felt it go
But how to get it back again?
Don't ask me; I don't know.
Something took the rhyme from me
like falling on my back
Promises mean nothing
If you do not stay.
Tomorrow is a maybe
Will you go away?
Nothing is forever.
This I start to see.
Without an always there is no never
Inside a mall I see a man,
about as tall or taller than me.
Near the pearly marble fountain he stands,
just about happy as happy can be.
I asked him, "Sir what brings you here,
The condition of being anonymous
I keep to myself, and hide in the shadows
The depression is continuous
It's trying my soul, it's hard to swallow
Confused emotions, it's all a blur
I woke up with half of me missing.
Perhaps it was tired of the other,
Constantly clashing and roiling,
Always at odds with one another.
I woke up with half of me missing.
I watched shadows dance on the wall last night.They told me the stories of their every plight.And I cried, because it reminded me that I was alive;That when they stopped, I’d have no place to hide.
“Stir yourself! Awake! Arise!
Blissful slumbers, fall away!
Cast old Nocturne from your eyes,
‘Tis the brink of glorious Day!”
This is what my Mother speaks,
Oh boy little ol' destructive one,
Like a cute little puppy chewing on a shoe.
Hurting my feelings, I think I'm done,
Would've finished sooner if I only knew.
The unbearable pain you put me through,
I snatched my friend's glasses (a habit of mine
To peer through others's lenses and see who's blind,)
But instead of blurred figures and gray I expected
I gained mind-blowing insight on my friend's clear perspective.
The Mind;
it alters with time
it makes matters better,
or worse, in it's prime.
It's peculiar to know
that we all have a mind
each different, unique
each on of a kind.
Some are poisoned,
Caleb, the creative Californian,
Carefully contemplates over his life worthy of boast-age.
His awesome artistic ability gives him an advantage.
Creating sights for sore eyes
SNAP. my head flies back
How did I get so far off track
It must be apologized, must be fixed
Her mind must be spinning with all my tricks
A jerk? no I've been an ass
An apology in bulk and mass
I've never gotten in troubleFor being on my phoneBecause most of the things they taughtI had already known.
Vanity sneaks past your pure untainted eyes. It hides behind sparkling lies.The beauty you admire so extravagantly is merely a shell to mask the sin. You do not see what the shell so easily suppresses within.
Death is her wish
and life is her bliss.
There are cuts on her wrist
because she can't hide the pain.
The only trace
of words filled with hate
are those wounds on her skin.
Your life is mapped out onto a map of fateDestined to never miss a dateAlthough as you move forward details shift
The Education
I've got trouble in math,
Flinging me down the wrong flight path.
Science isn't easy,
It's equations leave me queasy.
Just give me a test,
So I can get rid of the rest.
Dear Lauren,
Your head is on moving mountains
While your heart is broken into thousands
And today you fell off the track
But I'd like to guide you back
When you love rhyming
And rhyme a lot
Then whatever you write
Will somehow rhyme with the words
On the paper you got.
When you love rhyming
And rhyme a lot
Then whatever you say
Remember that time?
When we swore we were perfect
Ironically in love with each other’s imperfections
Barely leaving any space between us to take in the recollections.
I could paint you a portrait. But I'd
Rather hand you this photograph.
I was only seventeen. She was my temptation
On my heart you'll spot her autograph
Decorated with Love and a lot of laughs
A Pen and some paper,
This is all that I need,
To express the various emotions pent up inside of me.
I let these words that I write flow so freely,
From my heart to the ball of my pen,
Here here, come come, I say I say Thou sullen traveler, ye irksome stray. Where forego thy errands lie,Whither thou goest over stone and under sky,To reach what destination thereby?
Sorrow sorrow brother is deadCremated into ashes put in a jar the new child tot tot topples it overWhat to do what can be doneScramble to scoop brother back into his homeSome ashes are missedLicked up by the cat
What am I gonna do when you’re gone?
Because you couldn’t let anybody in to hear the cries of your sad song.
So tell me what am I gonna do when you’re gone?
if you could ask a question,
anything on your mind,
what exactly would you ask
if you were given time?
Say you met a tall man,
who said he was a poet.
"Do you have a question?" He would ask.
I was first introduced
By a man named Dr. Seuss.
His rhymes helped me in the best of ways,
Especially if it was one of my worst days.
A real inspiration,
Gave me a good foundation.
There she is, a girl all alone
Others let out, an annoyed moan
She sits, her head down, in a book
Other play angry birds on a nook
She opens a notebook, takes out a pen
When I die, my body will become the grass
When I’m gone, there will be a crack on the glass
My spirit will be an overwhelming mass
And my footsteps will cause an earthquake in class
The beat and lyrics that I always hear
Makes the poet inside me wanna appear
Incomparable beauty like the Santa Monica pier
Addictive like when my dead cousin swallowed the beer
When you're young you develop dreams,
but it's easy to expect a lot and think it'll come easy.
In reality those dreams become the little things,
and all the hard work causes you to get queasy.
Waking up, rubbing the crust out of my eyes
to realize, where i reside is a land on its demise
I then reflect on I, surrounded by subsidized housing
and homeless vets, and fiends who get cocaine wasted by the ounces
Three friends walk side by side
No one knowing what the others hide
The first wants a pet Giraffe
But he feared the others would laugh
It was his biggest dream
And he swore they would only be mean
I remember, long ago
When we sailed as chose
‘Til the last red petal fell
From our glassy rose.
When I feel for the disadvantaged I write,
When there is chaos everywhere and I know the solution I write,
When my brethren are brutally killed I write,
To share the pain, to discover a solution,
The katana was a work of art;
Every sword was unique.
Its point could pierce a heart
And allow the mute to speak.
I love to dance.
Smooth, languid, ignoring the lines and boundaries.
I can dance my way into your heart with one flick of my finger, my tiny dancers.
And make you despise me with one more.
Another day I return to my bed
Another search again with no end
I remember the moment I saw you
You were different than anyone I ever knew
They have been sleeping for countless years.
They live to teach they live to educate
Through the attentive doors come the mad men.
To throw their knowledge into the fiery den,
Amidst all the try-hards and give-ups,
Stand the happy middle of the two
Who hasn't crashed and burned yet
And who still hasn't made it through
Who's looking inside that tight circle?
Why in the world do poems need to rhyme?
You would think with everything else in the world
People would be more willing to less rhymes slide.
With depression and poverty
Why is it so important that cat goes with hat
You said you wouldn’t forget me,
You said you’d always have time for me.
But lately all I hear
Is you making excuses.
You don’t want to remember me,
You don’t want to see me.
When you wake, my fingers won't brush your face again
Caressing your masculine jaw line
Caressing your full lips that I love to kiss
Caressing your perfect shape head that I adore overwhelmingly
Waking up to a gray covered sky
Can set one's mood down from way up high
Making some happy, making some cry.
If I had a choice in the course of my life
and if I wasn't affected by emotions like
love and fear, I might actually be
somewhere and left with some rationality,
but I am merely a pawn moved
My love,
My darling,
Oh, where are you?
I’ve searched and scoured the earth for you.
I’ve left no rock unturned.
My heart is failing,
My hope is fading.
Where could you be?
When I'm on my poetry flow
You should already know
I come five times harder
Than the rhymers that show
Nothing more
Than a few love words
My lyrical ability is more complicated than two love birds
Abriet macht frie
the gate had said,
those who entered
new they were dead.
Yellow stars
on their shirts,
made adults
and children hurt.
Everything
that took place,
the mass killing
Booming broadcast, Sensational single. I ooze news. Vibrations up through your shoes. From speakers I speak Joyous tunes of your choice. Simply spin a dial To get Keeler's droning voice. Forget podcasts or blogs, I have all you need to hear.
Love at first sight is breath taking
Doing everything in your power to satisfy your heart's craving
Once your love for her becomes real
Everything that she says becomes a big deal
Come, darling, dance with me.
We’ll soar to the top of the sea,
Swim with all the birds that fly,
Linger at the bottom of the sky.
We’ll waltz the tango until we drop,
Love each other until our hearts pop,
The months of waiting and tears
Lead to this moment;
Where I can finally hold you again,
And hear your heartbeat,
And breathe you in.
It's been too long since i've seen you're smile
And your eyes,
Your troubles were my troubles, your struggles I made my own.
What I got in return was nothing more, but pain.
Now what do I have to show, I am nothing but alone.
My eyes watered like rain, you made me feel so insane.
Its been 24 hours since yesterday,
I know u might think That I exaggerate but I just can't explain'
This feeling is suffocating me,
Cuz I know yours aren't the same' that you thought they were...
When I was a kid,
I thought the world was like the one in the cartoons
The hero dressed in his red, white, and blue would always fly in and save the day
I could not figure out what to write about
It was quite the mess to figure out
My mother had tons of doubt
In my terrible rhyming skills
She thought I was unable to rhyme
Worth a dime
What is a body but from dust is flesh?
'Tis purposeful to carry every soul,
O'er life we sail, traverse with burdens set,
[This skeleton!] This ship! The cracks are felt from deck to hull.
