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Tuesdays are busy with
little time to pack adequate meals
I found myself eating a vending machine muffin
Double chocolate chip.
I ate on a bench in my university’s gym.
I wish to be of bravery,
A wish too brave to stand;
With all the airs of legacy,
Cowardice stays my hand.
And though I claim my loyalty
Will far exceed my time,
My dedication is to sanity
Dear Coffee,
Mornings aren't the same without you,
I always think of you, like a weird cue,
You make me smile from ear to ear,
nothing in this world tastes more dear,
The warmth on my lips,
I feel.
What a simple way to express
Yet a difficult means to impress
I feel nervous
Vulnerable at the hands of an unknowing audience
I was flowing in the darkest times
I didnt know how to apoligize
nothing felt right to fall in down
its for then feeling like to drown
its more to us right now
but its better than having a frown,
Your cage indeed is like a bower to me
I chant in there only for thee
Come hither beloved, who needs a key?
O boy let me inhale you
All your fears and all your sorrows
O boy let me inhale you
Your heart and your soul
Broken heart, woounded soul
Why is there in my heart a hole?
Did i break someone's heart
Did i make someone fall?
All i wanted was love from all
Did i expect a lot of whole?
You are the rain and the rainbow after it
You are a star and the moon beside it
You are the cloud and the sun behind it
He touched me once.
Every bone in my body melted.
My figure, puddled around his feet.
I am yet to recover.
D.C Garriott
Dear dad-
did you ever lay your eyes on me?
I remember in agony and melancholy,
My entire childhood was spent wondering what hell did I do to you
and what heaven could I have done
to keep you around.
My parents used to read me different Dr. Seuss books, including Green Eggs and Ham, Fox in Socks and Happy Birthday To You. I enjoyed the rhythmic language that complimented the imagery and fantasy.
Flowers dance to the wind
Such wonderful show
Roses bloom
Daisy sings
There is no sign of doubt
The fields are nothing but clear
Plymouth
Stars shine down
Over the twilight;
The mountains of old
Silent in stillness.
Waters and cliff face
My masked that's concealed by my yearning hands
That shine through the narrow cracks of my fingers
What is that bright light on the other side of my walls
That I refuse to open up
Who says I need to be perfect?
Who writes this in a diary?
This is my story, I'm the captin
Who tells me If im fit to lingo
Who told you you werent beautiful
Who said beauty is in everything else
The tub fills, the pain runs deep
I sit in this tub and began to weep
Emotions bottled up inside with nowhere to go
But Iv'e had enough. They began to flow
I cry and cry as I sit there. Trying to drown my troubles
you don’t really know me
you know what I put on Instagram, and what I tweet about on Twitter or what I hide behind these Snapchat filters.
but truthfully you don’t really know me
The illusion of time, dictated by age paraphrased by our days, wisdom from the scars of my previous mistakes that appear only to the ones I claim to be everything to me in my life..
At sixteen, I got my first golden ring,
The reality of my situation was enough to tap onto the outer providence of my brain.
It never occurred to me that I was growing up.
I am the small voice that fades into the background,
I am the cowardly dog who puts down their head,
I am the thought that never gets to be expound,
Everything's changing,
I’ve always had a perspective of how life would happen.
Of how I would begin and end,
Everything's changing.
Step Over
It isn't over yet
Something new
Someone you haven't met
Fear, ignore
Power, strength, courage, tell me more
Onto the next
somewhere to explore
Most people are afraid of spiders or public speaking,
Or maybe dark rooms and floor boards creaking,
And while these may perhaps be on my list
New
Change makes me uncomfortable
I feel a connection
There’s something about someone who gets it, right?
My anger is not a star
Bursting with untamable fire
Stubbornly bright
When drowning in darkness
And boiling beneath the surface
To drive out the cold.
It's a double edged sword
The weapon
Waddling walks and teardrop bellies
Hospital gowns and nonstop yelling
Pink, white, and blue Nurses walking about
Waiting to hear the babies first shouts
Love at first sight
A mothers first glance
I am only two years, seven months older
two x’s don’t bother me now
and they came round
this summer, remain adamant
name is going to be Aaron, one who is a mountain of strength
Dear World,
the hate you give,
I would like to give it back.
it is a deadly poison and,
only makes people mad to attack.
Dear Music,
the hate you give,
I would like to send away.
They are Monet eyes
an artist’s eyes
a work of art
on their own
they are springtime
all alone
they show life
calm
Inside grow flowers
a whole universe
for us to explore
Shadows churning and spiralling
Words endlessly applying themselves to paper
A written goodbye
So many times written before
Yet here again the same words written
I am so fortunate
Life is just starting
A new school and new friends
Can I forget the past?
My heart broken so many times that I can't count
Wanting to leave so bad that I have nightmares of going back
I've never minded being alone.
It's been a fact since my birth
My father wasn't there, though I try to keep that from lessening my worth
Mom works hard, my new Dad does too
I believe in the power of ink, The power it brings to create something greatI believe in the power of paperThe power to convey things that you can’t speakI believe in the power of midnight thoughtsWhen sleep doesn’t come easily I believe in the po
You first introduced yourself when I thought I lost everything. You told me I didn't need them, that they were holding me back. Now, it's you holding me back.
You first introduced yourself when I thought I lost everything. You told me I didn't need them, that they were holding me back. Now, it's you holding me back.
Remember
That time will not rewind
To undo injustices
Inflicted by our fear and hate.
To inflicted the same
I’m dying to start a clean canvas,
A clear beginning full of motivation, freedom of chances.
I say clean and not new, for our past teaches us and holds our truth.
I am confusing.
Like a deep sea current.
I change direction, rapidly, swiftly
Left
Then right.
My mind a sea of spiraling thoughts
Dear 2018,
I hope to God you're doing well
Because when you do well, the world follows suit
We haven't met yet, but we will tonight
Dear Gums,
That's my nickname for you,
Cause babygirl you got no teeth
I write this with you next to me on the floor
When I look down at you I know want so more
Dear Stranger,
It has been a little over a year now since I first met you,
Since your own daughter first met you,
and the rest of your grandchildren too.
We don't blame you
you hadn't a clue
Dressed but aloof
I count the hours
The heels of my boots tapping
The hours seem so trapping
Standing tall
But feeling
small
I thought I was ready
Sat back with my window down
The radio loud, going seventy an hour
Heart a hurricane
Mind a comet
But the most beautiful things end
you see
You minipulate me
made your aesthetic to be that of a devil's
I guess its my fault
Ive always been known to be a devil's advocate
You say you love me
sometimes the world is so much I don’t even know what to write about it.
but I still come one here
every so often to
tell the void about my paltry thoughts.
Almost just to get the illusion of talking to someone
There goes Hansel and there goes Gretel,
the two who are known for their walks in the woods they go so many times a week,
too many to count.
But someone else goes with them, someone who Hansel and Gretel don't know about.
Stabilisation process to zenith
Breaker line in the deepest
Transfer empty checks for a momentary difference
Fluctuations along shore surface
Protection parallel to disturbance
Oscillatory Difference
It's the words of your life
You know proof on repeat all day
Beat's by Taylor
Slim shady' so shady
Dropping bombs
Faster than you can say sabotage
Life's not what you think
If you've ever been
I see blue irises
A too-large shirt hangs limply over my body
There is dried paint on my hands
A conversation about planets and stardust swims its was out of the salty tears
Blue irises
Pain is a beautiful person, place or thing.
You never know what you’re getting into
Until the blood starts to stain
Your tears begin to rain.
Whoever knew pain could give you bliss
And I wrote these thoughts down in my head
Where they would never be spoken of again
Until the findings of a fragile mind erupt in time
And space, gathering the courage to be
The sky was pale blue
with tints of pink
through the window of a white washed house.
Branches hanging on to trunks of trees,
no leaves,
just pale white-brown.
I am a new beginning
A jump across a puddle and two hops to the left
Press start.
Look up. The dreams no longer satisfy who I am
I am a force
Not a physical matter to measure
College is the time to be free
To soar and be oneself
To explore what the world has to offer
From the concrete, a flower grows
And since that flower grew
A new beginning unfolds
It gives a light to this darkness
The little light shall glow
And that light, I shall go
Sunset settles on the east
As the sky darkens
Stars twinkle
While tine slows downs
Owls awaken
Yet, birds fly south
Heart beats
And I stay still
waiting
waiting
waiting
I would go out on the corners
Handing dollars to the needy
I would give them so much food
They could even be greedy
I'd go to places
Where water droplets are few
And dig a deep well
Here I stand with nothing of my own,
Everything was given to me from the start.
Standing on an empty road I must take this path alone,
Watching everything fall apart.
I don't seem to get the meaning in making more meek men suffer man made rules
Its a never ending cycle of tips and tunes and steps and breaks
Eyeing the moving hands,
Out I came squawling into tender hands
glancing back, and knowing loss before I knew my name.
Already I had slipped.
The cup of sadness, newly nipped, would sustain me as whips do on the flanks of black stallions
Once I stared at the page
All it took was a second
The words would come, the sounds so easy
But then the heartbreak came
The abandonment from those I loved
And I couldn't write
The delicacy of smoke unravels into rivers of gentle flows.
Oh! How the appearance resembles that of a shooting star in broad daylight;
Saying goodbye is never easyIt always comes sooner than we intendThey make our insides uneasyBecause we don't know when the missing will stop and decend
Not exactly insane
Closer to sane
Preserved in an imaginative mind
He gawks
He analyzes
“He’s weird.” –they say
He’s different
He’s awkward
He touches
He stares
Point your finger at Me,
For I am the only target to see.
I was blind
And I was naive.
I didn't see
How I affected you,
Or how I affected Me.
But time has passed,
