There was a time when I cried in my bed at night,
Asking god why I couldn’t die that night.
Talking about the who’s who in the music industry,
And the top dog on the list is who we wanted to be.
I know it was foolish of me,
But it’s because of that I learned to dream.
I was never able to make friends in school,
I joked and played too much trying to make myself cool.
You see I was just putting on a show,
Because there was a lot of stuff I wanted no one to know.
There was a time,
When I tried to lay a fat rhyme.
And you hollered at me,
“Hey you, your white man.”
I think I’m too white.
Dad do you think I’m to white?
I think I’m too white.
White Julie.
They called me White Julie.
Now in all of my lessons,
What I was learning while the school of life was testing.
No matter what people say,
No matter how hard you think it’ll be today.
Just get out there.
Don’t be afraid to do what you want to do,
Don’t be afraid to walk out into the world and go.
Just be true to yourself,
Love yourself,
Laugh at yourself.
We’ll be with you.
No matter what this world has brought,
Drugs, violence, deaths, and enemies.
We may all join together,
One army to march together.
March to let our true selves show,
The ones we don’t let people know.
Throw our fear to the wind,
We don’t have to ever hide again.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Black Stacey - By: Saul Williams
I used to hump my pillow at night
The type of silent prayer to help myself prepare for the light.
Me and my cousin Duce would rank the girls between one and ten
and the highest number got to be my pillows pretend.
Now I apologize to every high ranker.
But you taught me how to dream and so I also thank you.
I never had the courage to approach you at school.
We joked around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool.
But I was just covering up all the insecurities that came bubbling up.
My complexion had
me stuck in an emotional rut, 'like the time you Flavor Flaved me and you called me
"Yo Chuck, they say
you're too black, man".
I think I'm too black.
Mom, do you think I'm too black? I think I'm too black.
Black Stacey.
They called me Black Stacey.
I never got to be myself 'cause to
myself I always was Black Stacey, in polka dots
and paisley, a double goose
and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.
I was Black Stacey.
the preachers' son from Haiti
who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.
I was Black Stacey.
you thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid.
I used to use bleaching creme, 'til Madame CJ Walker walked into my dreams.
I dreamt of being white and
complimented by you, but the only shiny black thing that you liked was my shoes.
Now, I apologize for bottling up
all the little things you said that warped my head and my gut.
Even though I always told you not to.
brag about the fact that your great grand
mother was raped by her slave master. Yeah, I became
militant too.
So it was clear on every level I was blacker than you.
I turned you on to Malcolm X and
Assata Shakur in my three quarter elephant goose with the fur.
I had the high top fade
with the steps on the side.
I had the two finger ring, rag top on the ride.
I had the sheep skin, name
belt, Lee suit, Kangol, acid wash Vasco, chicken and waffle.
Black Stacey.
They called me Black Stacey.
I never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was Black Stacey, in polka dots
and paisley, a double goose and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.
I was Black Stacey. the preachers'
son from Haiti who
rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.
I was Black Stacey.
You thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid.
Now here's a little
message for you.
All you baller playa's got
some insecurities too, that you could cover up, bling it up, cash in
and ching ching it up, hope no
one will bring it up, lock it down and string it up.
Or you can share your essence with us, 'cause everything about you couldn't be rugged
and ruff.
And even though you tote a
glock and you're hot on the
streets, if you dare to share your heart, we'll nod our heart to
its beat.
And you should do that, if nothing else, to prove
that a player like you could keep it honest and true. Don't mean to call your bluff but
mothafucka that's what I do.
You got platinum chain
then, son, I'm probably talking to you.
And you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of your crew.
And while you're at it get them addicts and the indigent too. I plan to have a whole army
by the time that I'm through to load their guns with songs they haven't sung.
The type of silent prayer to help myself prepare for the light.
Me and my cousin Duce would rank the girls between one and ten
and the highest number got to be my pillows pretend.
Now I apologize to every high ranker.
But you taught me how to dream and so I also thank you.
I never had the courage to approach you at school.
We joked around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool.
But I was just covering up all the insecurities that came bubbling up.
My complexion had
me stuck in an emotional rut, 'like the time you Flavor Flaved me and you called me
"Yo Chuck, they say
you're too black, man".
I think I'm too black.
Mom, do you think I'm too black? I think I'm too black.
Black Stacey.
They called me Black Stacey.
I never got to be myself 'cause to
myself I always was Black Stacey, in polka dots
and paisley, a double goose
and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.
I was Black Stacey.
the preachers' son from Haiti
who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.
I was Black Stacey.
you thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid.
I used to use bleaching creme, 'til Madame CJ Walker walked into my dreams.
I dreamt of being white and
complimented by you, but the only shiny black thing that you liked was my shoes.
Now, I apologize for bottling up
all the little things you said that warped my head and my gut.
Even though I always told you not to.
brag about the fact that your great grand
mother was raped by her slave master. Yeah, I became
militant too.
So it was clear on every level I was blacker than you.
I turned you on to Malcolm X and
Assata Shakur in my three quarter elephant goose with the fur.
I had the high top fade
with the steps on the side.
I had the two finger ring, rag top on the ride.
I had the sheep skin, name
belt, Lee suit, Kangol, acid wash Vasco, chicken and waffle.
Black Stacey.
They called me Black Stacey.
I never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was Black Stacey, in polka dots
and paisley, a double goose and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.
I was Black Stacey. the preachers'
son from Haiti who
rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.
I was Black Stacey.
You thought it wouldn't phase me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid.
Now here's a little
message for you.
All you baller playa's got
some insecurities too, that you could cover up, bling it up, cash in
and ching ching it up, hope no
one will bring it up, lock it down and string it up.
Or you can share your essence with us, 'cause everything about you couldn't be rugged
and ruff.
And even though you tote a
glock and you're hot on the
streets, if you dare to share your heart, we'll nod our heart to
its beat.
And you should do that, if nothing else, to prove
that a player like you could keep it honest and true. Don't mean to call your bluff but
mothafucka that's what I do.
You got platinum chain
then, son, I'm probably talking to you.
And you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of your crew.
And while you're at it get them addicts and the indigent too. I plan to have a whole army
by the time that I'm through to load their guns with songs they haven't sung.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Performance Poem
Death and destruction Heartbreaks and pain
Lost in the shadows of a world unknown
Waiting to be found,
Deep in the corner.
FIND ME,
FIND ME NOW.
Scared and lonely,
Broken and confused.
I cry,
I weep.
Close my eyes.
Succumb to sleep.
I remember,
It was once such a nice world.
But now it’s lost,
Scream into my pillow.
FIND ME,
FIND ME NOW.
Love is no longer there,
Tears running down my face.
Eyes red,
Hours spent weeping.
Why,
WHY.
Must this always happen to me.
I just want to be happy,
Just this one time.
I scream to the sky,
Hands in air.
Signaling to be noticed.
FIND ME,
FIND ME NOW
Hahaha now I’m found...
1) The voice described in my poem is one of hate, fear, and sorrow. Screaming to be found, describing acts of weeping, and feeling lost.
2) I plan to put an emphasis on the anger, with the find me now parts. I will be screaming, and softening my voice as needed.
3)I will incorporate a lot of fist shaking, and gestures to saddness, facial features.
4)I'm frighten that I will make a fool of myself. Although I look forward to being different.
5)The voice, and gestures brings a livelyness to the poem, and makes it more of its own. By raising my voice with anger, than lowering it to sadness. Fists to the sky with anger. And So on
Lost in the shadows of a world unknown
Waiting to be found,
Deep in the corner.
FIND ME,
FIND ME NOW.
Scared and lonely,
Broken and confused.
I cry,
I weep.
Close my eyes.
Succumb to sleep.
I remember,
It was once such a nice world.
But now it’s lost,
Scream into my pillow.
FIND ME,
FIND ME NOW.
Love is no longer there,
Tears running down my face.
Eyes red,
Hours spent weeping.
Why,
WHY.
Must this always happen to me.
I just want to be happy,
Just this one time.
I scream to the sky,
Hands in air.
Signaling to be noticed.
FIND ME,
FIND ME NOW
Hahaha now I’m found...
1) The voice described in my poem is one of hate, fear, and sorrow. Screaming to be found, describing acts of weeping, and feeling lost.
2) I plan to put an emphasis on the anger, with the find me now parts. I will be screaming, and softening my voice as needed.
3)I will incorporate a lot of fist shaking, and gestures to saddness, facial features.
4)I'm frighten that I will make a fool of myself. Although I look forward to being different.
5)The voice, and gestures brings a livelyness to the poem, and makes it more of its own. By raising my voice with anger, than lowering it to sadness. Fists to the sky with anger. And So on
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
I Feel Like Dying - Lil' Wayne
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
(I feel like, I feel like, I feel like...)
Yeah, hello...Get lifted...
Yeah, I get lifted
Yeah, yeah, so get lifted... yup! Haha...
I am sittin' on the clouds, I got smoke comin' from my seat
I can play basketball with the moon, I got the whole world at my feet
Playin' touch football, on marijuana street
Or, in a marijuana field, you are so beneath my cleets
Get high, so high, that I... feel... like... lying
Down in a cigar, roll me up and smoke me 'cause...
(I feel like dying)
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
(I feel like, I feel like, I feel like...)
Swimming laps around a bottle of Louis the Thirteenth
Jumpin' off of a mountain into a sea of Codeine
I'm at the top of the top, but... still I climb
And if I should ever fall, the ground would then turn to wine
Pop, pop, I feel like flying, then I feel like frying, then...
(I feel like dying)
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
(I feel like, I feel like, I feel like...)
I can mingle with the stars, and throw a party on Mars
I am a prisoner, locked up behind Xanax bars
I have just boarded a plane, without a pilot
And violets are blue, roses are red
Daisies are yellow, the flowers are dead
Wish I can give you this feeling... I feel like buying
And if my dealer don't have no more, then...
(I feel like dying)
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
This song is how I was when I used drugs and alcohol, and it reminds me of where I came from.. As it mentioned a "Prisoner behind Xanax bars..." as in couldn't escape the drug. "I'm at the top, but still I climb..." I was always in search of a better high, a more happy place. Nothing was good enough. At the beginning "I got the whole world at my feet..." once long ago I thought that, but it was a lie to myself. Thats why I picked this song. This song takes me back to the beginning and the end of my life. Now I am happy to be sober, and not searching, not living on false hope, and I DON'T feel like dying.
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
(I feel like, I feel like, I feel like...)
Yeah, hello...Get lifted...
Yeah, I get lifted
Yeah, yeah, so get lifted... yup! Haha...
I am sittin' on the clouds, I got smoke comin' from my seat
I can play basketball with the moon, I got the whole world at my feet
Playin' touch football, on marijuana street
Or, in a marijuana field, you are so beneath my cleets
Get high, so high, that I... feel... like... lying
Down in a cigar, roll me up and smoke me 'cause...
(I feel like dying)
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
(I feel like, I feel like, I feel like...)
Swimming laps around a bottle of Louis the Thirteenth
Jumpin' off of a mountain into a sea of Codeine
I'm at the top of the top, but... still I climb
And if I should ever fall, the ground would then turn to wine
Pop, pop, I feel like flying, then I feel like frying, then...
(I feel like dying)
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
(I feel like, I feel like, I feel like...)
I can mingle with the stars, and throw a party on Mars
I am a prisoner, locked up behind Xanax bars
I have just boarded a plane, without a pilot
And violets are blue, roses are red
Daisies are yellow, the flowers are dead
Wish I can give you this feeling... I feel like buying
And if my dealer don't have no more, then...
(I feel like dying)
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
This song is how I was when I used drugs and alcohol, and it reminds me of where I came from.. As it mentioned a "Prisoner behind Xanax bars..." as in couldn't escape the drug. "I'm at the top, but still I climb..." I was always in search of a better high, a more happy place. Nothing was good enough. At the beginning "I got the whole world at my feet..." once long ago I thought that, but it was a lie to myself. Thats why I picked this song. This song takes me back to the beginning and the end of my life. Now I am happy to be sober, and not searching, not living on false hope, and I DON'T feel like dying.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Rhythmatic Neccesaties
Drugs, lies, and petty crimes.
Living in a world of mimes.
Of a new breed,
Living off a new need.
It’s a simple reason,
Arnold Benedict… we call it treason.
Turn my back to the past,
Start a new path.
Live a new life,
Pain cuts deep like a knife.
Just keep walking,
The lips are moving but no talking.
It’s a simple rhyme,
Tick tock goes the clock telling time.
Every second a babies born,
A person dies.
Watching as a grown man cries.
The agony of suffering,
Demons inside keep wrestling.
A need to escape,
I have to get out of my mind before it’s to late.
The buzzer sounds,
It’s to late.
Living in a world of mimes.
Of a new breed,
Living off a new need.
It’s a simple reason,
Arnold Benedict… we call it treason.
Turn my back to the past,
Start a new path.
Live a new life,
Pain cuts deep like a knife.
Just keep walking,
The lips are moving but no talking.
It’s a simple rhyme,
Tick tock goes the clock telling time.
Every second a babies born,
A person dies.
Watching as a grown man cries.
The agony of suffering,
Demons inside keep wrestling.
A need to escape,
I have to get out of my mind before it’s to late.
The buzzer sounds,
It’s to late.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
My World
It was once you who I love
Now it is you who I hate
It all started from the start, my birth
I used to watch you, and think about you all day
Then slowly I started to fade away into the night
Wishing to sleep forever, because I’m full of fear
But is what keeps me walking, this fear
One of those is the fear to love
I say that because it may be fun until the night
Although sometimes we as humans unintentionally hate
Sometimes while sitting on my couch I review the day
Looking at all the evil things I have given life, given birth
As demonically evil, this spiritual birth
Lucifer brings an ever-burning insight to fear
But may a spirit of white metaphorically save the day
Into the mirror I see face, in his heart you see the pain of love
Into the mirror I see a face, in his eyes you see the flames of hate
Spreading his wings, disappearing into the night
Yet I feel that the moon shall not show this night
For the spirit of the Wicca child starts it’s birth
The lonely women afraid of the sorrow show’s her hate
Lasting the agony of the men’s fear
The lonely women lost her husband from lust to love
Until than she wishes for the time the Wicca child sees day
Why, o’ why does Satan rule this day
Asking my god to keep me safe for this night
The sailor’s spirit watches the bay in search of his love
A new day is bright of a blind babies birth
Again, yet again, Beelzebub leads his army of fear
For this, yes this, I despise this world full of hate
As this story comes to a close, feel the pain, the hate
As the day turns again to dusk, remember that lonely day
Once more look upon your history, feel the fear
As the sky turns purple, out come the spirits of the night
Remember in that hospital when the evil was given birth
Look upon your memories, one time this world knew love
But all of the love, is gone and turned to hate.
Those who have been there for the birth, they no longer live this day.
I look out my window at night, hearing the whispers in the shadows I grow fear.
Now it is you who I hate
It all started from the start, my birth
I used to watch you, and think about you all day
Then slowly I started to fade away into the night
Wishing to sleep forever, because I’m full of fear
But is what keeps me walking, this fear
One of those is the fear to love
I say that because it may be fun until the night
Although sometimes we as humans unintentionally hate
Sometimes while sitting on my couch I review the day
Looking at all the evil things I have given life, given birth
As demonically evil, this spiritual birth
Lucifer brings an ever-burning insight to fear
But may a spirit of white metaphorically save the day
Into the mirror I see face, in his heart you see the pain of love
Into the mirror I see a face, in his eyes you see the flames of hate
Spreading his wings, disappearing into the night
Yet I feel that the moon shall not show this night
For the spirit of the Wicca child starts it’s birth
The lonely women afraid of the sorrow show’s her hate
Lasting the agony of the men’s fear
The lonely women lost her husband from lust to love
Until than she wishes for the time the Wicca child sees day
Why, o’ why does Satan rule this day
Asking my god to keep me safe for this night
The sailor’s spirit watches the bay in search of his love
A new day is bright of a blind babies birth
Again, yet again, Beelzebub leads his army of fear
For this, yes this, I despise this world full of hate
As this story comes to a close, feel the pain, the hate
As the day turns again to dusk, remember that lonely day
Once more look upon your history, feel the fear
As the sky turns purple, out come the spirits of the night
Remember in that hospital when the evil was given birth
Look upon your memories, one time this world knew love
But all of the love, is gone and turned to hate.
Those who have been there for the birth, they no longer live this day.
I look out my window at night, hearing the whispers in the shadows I grow fear.
Friday, March 12, 2010
NEVER HAD
Years ago a child was born,
When that child was born its heart was beating.
Years later that heart still beats,
It beats with fire.
That fire has grown to an explosion.
That explosion has ben confined in both heart and mid.
In its mind, past memories are hidden.
Those memories are of pain, and suffering, good and bad.
With those memories comes experience,
Experience is used to share with the world.
Helping those who struggle, because that child once struggled.
Those struggles, have made it strong.
With this strength brings a will to survive.
That will to survive allows him to thrive.
As long as he thrives he achieves his goal.
That goal was to be what its family never had.
What its family never had was a success.
And thats what that child is.
When that child was born its heart was beating.
Years later that heart still beats,
It beats with fire.
That fire has grown to an explosion.
That explosion has ben confined in both heart and mid.
In its mind, past memories are hidden.
Those memories are of pain, and suffering, good and bad.
With those memories comes experience,
Experience is used to share with the world.
Helping those who struggle, because that child once struggled.
Those struggles, have made it strong.
With this strength brings a will to survive.
That will to survive allows him to thrive.
As long as he thrives he achieves his goal.
That goal was to be what its family never had.
What its family never had was a success.
And thats what that child is.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Dear Dad
Dear dad,
It’s been a long time since you moved
I miss you,
And hope to see you soon.
There’s something you should know,
This way when we meet it’s all cleared up.
I did worry about you,
Although I was never there for you.
It won’t happen again.
I know I was just like you,
Yet you didn’t want me to grow up like you.
Now I’m doing something different,
I’m being the son you wanted.
I’m sorry I was never around.
I wish yelling wasn’t the only sound.
I’m graduating Dad,
And I’m sorry you couldn’t see it.
I wish we could’ve had more time together.
But I’ll think of you forever.
I hope you can forgive me,
Because I do,
Forgive you.
In Memory of:
Dexter R. Whitmore
9/15/08
It’s been a long time since you moved
I miss you,
And hope to see you soon.
There’s something you should know,
This way when we meet it’s all cleared up.
I did worry about you,
Although I was never there for you.
It won’t happen again.
I know I was just like you,
Yet you didn’t want me to grow up like you.
Now I’m doing something different,
I’m being the son you wanted.
I’m sorry I was never around.
I wish yelling wasn’t the only sound.
I’m graduating Dad,
And I’m sorry you couldn’t see it.
I wish we could’ve had more time together.
But I’ll think of you forever.
I hope you can forgive me,
Because I do,
Forgive you.
In Memory of:
Dexter R. Whitmore
9/15/08
Skullcandy
Black cords,
Inside are wires connecting to the center.
Gold piece,
Insert,
Press play.
The white tips,
With the rubber ends.
Soft music plays.
The sound is amplified,
Bass flows up the cords.
They dance,
As the sound moves up it.
Drowning out the world,
All you hear is the music.
Pounding taking you away,
Mouths speaking wordless sentences.
Then,
The end comes.
The voices start to work with the mouths.
Looking at the clock,Rewind and press play again.
Inside are wires connecting to the center.
Gold piece,
Insert,
Press play.
The white tips,
With the rubber ends.
Soft music plays.
The sound is amplified,
Bass flows up the cords.
They dance,
As the sound moves up it.
Drowning out the world,
All you hear is the music.
Pounding taking you away,
Mouths speaking wordless sentences.
Then,
The end comes.
The voices start to work with the mouths.
Looking at the clock,Rewind and press play again.
Grown Up to Fast
To my parents.
I have some things,
We should’ve discussed earlier.
Mom,
I wish you would’ve tried.
Dad,
Why the hell did you die.
It was always her fault,
Then it was his fault.
You drank, smoked,
Oblivious to the world, the pain.
Abusive to the weak,
She didn’t know how to think.
I’m your baby boy.
Well the baby raised his mom,
So who is the baby?
You brought in the money,
Legal business, illegal business.
You raised your blood,
Your only son,
Around the world you lived in.
Then when you died dad,
I changed.
That world was gone.
When you left mom,
I changed.
Now I’m grown up,
I wish you both well.
Being my parents,
I will always love you,
No matter how many times I said I hate you.
Everything that has been in my book of life,
I learned from,
The school of hard knocks you enrolled me in.
For that I owe you both thanks.
Love,
Your Son
I have some things,
We should’ve discussed earlier.
Mom,
I wish you would’ve tried.
Dad,
Why the hell did you die.
It was always her fault,
Then it was his fault.
You drank, smoked,
Oblivious to the world, the pain.
Abusive to the weak,
She didn’t know how to think.
I’m your baby boy.
Well the baby raised his mom,
So who is the baby?
You brought in the money,
Legal business, illegal business.
You raised your blood,
Your only son,
Around the world you lived in.
Then when you died dad,
I changed.
That world was gone.
When you left mom,
I changed.
Now I’m grown up,
I wish you both well.
Being my parents,
I will always love you,
No matter how many times I said I hate you.
Everything that has been in my book of life,
I learned from,
The school of hard knocks you enrolled me in.
For that I owe you both thanks.
Love,
Your Son
Monday, March 1, 2010
CRAZY MAN
I am a strong man
I am a weak man
I am a sad man
I am a hyper man
I am a musical man
I am a sensitive man
I am a manly man
I am a feminine man
I am a smart man
I am a dead man
I am a graffiti man
I am a abused man
I am a poor man
I am a confident man
I am a real man
I am a purple man
I am a recovering man
I am a complicated man
I am a LOUD MAN
I am a quiet man
I am a smart man
I am a loving man
I am a fast man
I am a groovy man
I am a restless man
I am a shenanigans man
I am a lost man
I am a electronic man
I am a progressing man
I am a mans man
I am a weak man
I am a sad man
I am a hyper man
I am a musical man
I am a sensitive man
I am a manly man
I am a feminine man
I am a smart man
I am a dead man
I am a graffiti man
I am a abused man
I am a poor man
I am a confident man
I am a real man
I am a purple man
I am a recovering man
I am a complicated man
I am a LOUD MAN
I am a quiet man
I am a smart man
I am a loving man
I am a fast man
I am a groovy man
I am a restless man
I am a shenanigans man
I am a lost man
I am a electronic man
I am a progressing man
I am a mans man
Thursday, February 18, 2010
FREEDOM
Locked out,
Never to be released.
Far in the back,
Collecting dust is a box.
In that box holds the truth,
The reality that doesn’t exist.
Is it the blue pill?
Or the red?
Enter the rabbit hole.
If you go up there,
You won’t return.
It’s waiting to take you.
In the attic,
Never to be seen again.
It’s waiting,
Creeping,
Red eyes searching.
It’s locked away,
Angry.
Pounding,
Wanting out,
Yelling to be freed.
Then a little boy goes to explore.
The beast gets its freedom.Now you must be scared.
Never to be released.
Far in the back,
Collecting dust is a box.
In that box holds the truth,
The reality that doesn’t exist.
Is it the blue pill?
Or the red?
Enter the rabbit hole.
If you go up there,
You won’t return.
It’s waiting to take you.
In the attic,
Never to be seen again.
It’s waiting,
Creeping,
Red eyes searching.
It’s locked away,
Angry.
Pounding,
Wanting out,
Yelling to be freed.
Then a little boy goes to explore.
The beast gets its freedom.Now you must be scared.
HER
5:45 I left on a mission, in search of something.
5:00 I arrived to the spot, where to find my package I didn’t know.
5:53 in the tattoo shop, my phone vibrates, there it is.
5:58 I’m at the meeting place, I still don’t see… wait! There, walking in the door.
Grabbing coffee and a booth, we talk, we smile, we cuddle. Looking into those eyes, as they peer into me, taking the breath from my lungs. Lips soft. Ignoring those that pass by, just us, alone in the back of the room. My heart jumps a thousand times. We play back and forth, smiling, laughing. Pulling me tight, warm.
6:43 we need to break outside for a smoke. Downstairs we light cigarettes, feeling the nicotine rush through our systems. Then, off we go again into our land of play. Searching each other, whispering our wildest desires.
6:59 checking the clock, we must go. Splitting ways we kiss, now to my next destination. The only thing as I walk into the cold night that plays in my head… is how I can’t wait to see her again.
5:00 I arrived to the spot, where to find my package I didn’t know.
5:53 in the tattoo shop, my phone vibrates, there it is.
5:58 I’m at the meeting place, I still don’t see… wait! There, walking in the door.
Grabbing coffee and a booth, we talk, we smile, we cuddle. Looking into those eyes, as they peer into me, taking the breath from my lungs. Lips soft. Ignoring those that pass by, just us, alone in the back of the room. My heart jumps a thousand times. We play back and forth, smiling, laughing. Pulling me tight, warm.
6:43 we need to break outside for a smoke. Downstairs we light cigarettes, feeling the nicotine rush through our systems. Then, off we go again into our land of play. Searching each other, whispering our wildest desires.
6:59 checking the clock, we must go. Splitting ways we kiss, now to my next destination. The only thing as I walk into the cold night that plays in my head… is how I can’t wait to see her again.
STANDARDS
The way I prefer,
Has many ways to it.
Shorter than me,
But taller than a child.
Most likely intelligent,
But don’t make me feel dumb.
I like high class,
Just don’t have your nose in the air,
Because I’ll let you drown during rain.
Must look good in a dress,
But isn’t afraid of jeans.
Will make her own life,
But not afraid of help.
Now all of these boxes,
Don’t need to be checked.
It is just a warning,
So you won’t cry when you get denied.
Has many ways to it.
Shorter than me,
But taller than a child.
Most likely intelligent,
But don’t make me feel dumb.
I like high class,
Just don’t have your nose in the air,
Because I’ll let you drown during rain.
Must look good in a dress,
But isn’t afraid of jeans.
Will make her own life,
But not afraid of help.
Now all of these boxes,
Don’t need to be checked.
It is just a warning,
So you won’t cry when you get denied.
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