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Never, never tell a good Poet what to write
Or what to say. The Poet always tries to be right
To be on the good and the best side of history
I don't know how to explain things with simple words
In fact, I don't even see things in simple terms,
But I can weave my tongue into metaphors.
I’m just a brown boy
WITHABLACKBOOK
holding on to blue feelings.
I bleed red blood
I have red eyes
bloodshot.
gunshot.
another friend gets killed on the street
Hands cold.
Sweat beading across my forehead
but
too numb to properly feel it.
Deep breaths.
Inspirational quotes.
"The only thing we have to fear
is fear
itself."
My feet pitter pattered as I walked towards the stage.
My hands are starting to become clammy.
I wonder, should I walk back or engage?
It's not that I'm soaring, more of flying
Perhaps soaring, escalating
It is a gradual ascent but when
you're horizontal seemingly rushing to
uppermost borders of the world, it all seems to be a rush.
The Grass browns and the flowers fade
The trees leaves wither and the winds blow colder
This tiny heart of mine fast beatingSoon all of my thoughts are fleetingCan’t keep this fear from creepingUp through my body, now is heaving
Someone once asked me why a reader would write.
Why, when the bookshelves have run out of space?
Why, when there is nothing new under the sun?
Mentally I’m falling
Not physically of course.
Physically I’m walking
With a little bit of force.
my lips are like a wall
but the words keep rising in my throat
sometimes they are hot, angry
burning my tongue, setting my soul
ablaze.
often, the words choke me.
they are dripping with regret, and
live in the moment and have some fun
you're blind, you're naive, you never listen
get crazy and wild; worry when you're done
mind's empty, heart's dull, but your soul glistens
Tears are rolling down the audience's cheeks and the sound of laughter continously bounces off the many walls in the theatre. Spirits are uplifted and beliefs are questioned.
There are so many _______ I want to say
Wishing to express myself ,
But the ______ dance on the tip of my tongue
Teasing me before fading away,
The distance grows,
As they keep talking,
"Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality."
-Carl Sagan
I was a strict stripling.
I stood for the stars and stripes,
Be them still or rippling.
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;
If being a "liberal"
Means that I can plainly see what's wrong with the world
Then I'm a liberal
If being "evil"
Means that I believe women have the right to choose
Then I'm nefarious
God why can’t I talk fluently to others?
My words become indistinct, just fragments
In my head their fervour cause a shutter
An impact captivating like a comet
Invisibility comes with secrets
Kept hidden away from publicity
They cannot be exposed, because of bets
That friends will see it with simplicity
This girl I knew once,
She said it started with a close friend
someone she thought she could trust.
She was young and naïve
so young,
everything had become black and dark
This girl I knew once,
She said it started with a close friend
someone she thought she could trust.
She was young and naïve
so young,
everything had become black and dark
Petite fish in the sea,
little mermaid so lonely,
wallows in watery ennui.
Enough's enough and life is tough.
little mermaid suck it up.
devil says, here's my choice.
What a glorious place is this,
that the freedoms of speech and religion prevail.
What a devasted place is this,
that th stifling of free press exists.
What a magnificent place is this,
Classes, assignments
presentations in particular,
they get us so stressed out.
Let's stick with the presentations, for the moment
and think about this:
how prevalent the fear of public speaking is.
It’s against the rules to bawl here. Not because someone said it, not because it would hurt anything. Just don’t cry. It’s that simple. Just don’t feel. Quit it.
It’s timely timing that tries- ties my tongue
To solidify the simplest speeches that seems to be sung.
Why did God place me as a mute? For
when I was four,
I speak of the masks I hide behind.
It's not just me--
it's everyone.
It's anyone who wants to be accepted
for once in his or her life.
I speak of the boy who came home crying
People talk about how opinions don’t matter but I think they do. I am united with my fellow poets as we embark on a journey leading us into deeper thoughts. You wonder what being a poet means to me, and I say everything.
Voice
A powerful tool
Made to encourage
Not tear down
Language
Used to communicate
Messages of love
Not for evil humor
When words are exchanged
Metaphorically I am a simile,
like an allusion,
I AM an oxymoron,
a flagrant euphemism,
a hyperbolic faux-pas,
so masculine, I could metonymously eat a feminist,
The man called "duo improv on stage and duet act in the wings"
And I thought my heart had grew wings,
Just to fly straight up out of my chest
And to flutter around the velvet curtains and glimmering table.
I apologize that
my tongue does
not flap the way
yours does
I’m sorry my
vernacular does
not meet your
standards
My southern twang
drips sparingly from
I have a hole in my head.
It's not that big - (not that large really)
Like the skin and bone disappeared
And a gap was left in its stead.
Oh, but I don't mind it Fig -
Quiet is the observer
Motionless in kaleidoscopic torment.
I thought until thought was meaningless.
“Grab the pen! Grab it, you coward!”
A ceaseless voice streams
Through an intravenous drip.
There’s
A
Failure
To
Communicate
Pardon my indiscretion
I wasn’t thinking
(The words in my head were too loud)
It
Was
Only
A
Word
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
If I could change The World i Would change our generation from being Vanity slaves to Vanity owners of inspiration, the found hope of
We are undefined by words alone, the ones who stand, the rolling stones.
They will say stand out in a crowd and try something newBut heaven forbid that you actually do.
Billy was once a kid in my grade.
When we were little she would wouldn't go out, not even for the town's parade.
You see, Billy had a speech impediment.
Children would tease her for her words-their abuse became adamant.
So lay your fears right down.
My demon, my pet, my master.
Set those blades to the skin made of plaster.
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
Where have our words gone?
We lack the pen to write
Stop standing for what’s right
No language left to fight
Afraid that we just might
Lose our poet’s sight
We’ve yet to feel contrite
As I looked around me I knew I was safe
But then Mommy brought me to a different place.
With people my size and a lady like Mom
I began to assimilate into the mob.
They gave me a stick and stiff napkin
A word
a subtle insult, not forward,
is where it all begins,
in a biting retort that stings.
Gentle praise,
or a harsh phrase,
a cliche,
they say,
but I disagree.
Language is universal
Acting as a pathway to communication
Never short of translation,
Gaining emotion with every phrase,
Usually a world wide transporter
As we all try to understand one another
I have seen him weep and I have seen him cry and I have seen him in the throws of victory and ecstasy.
Yet,
Yet I look at him now, broken and crippled and old.
And I see sadness in his eyes.
If I have freedom of religion,
Why am I ostracized for my beliefs?
Why do people argue with me?
And try to sway me to their side
When I say I do not believe in God.
If I have a freedom of speech,
