Overthinker
Writer
Poet
when you change yourself for someone else
you do a disservice
to everyone that loves you for you
be careful
you harm yourself too
it's hard being one person
why be two?
i will not deny or denounce my love for you
whether you choose to
reciprocate
accept
or simply acknowledge
it’s not in my control
i'm under its’ command
and i will devote my life to its leadership
if we look at each opportunity as a seed to be watered,
will it change the way we respond to them?
having a seed means nothing when it remains a seed
because seeds are grown based on the things you feed it
it wont grow in an environment that doesn't tend to its needs
when you gain a seed, the first step is action
the seed must be planted
the foundation for which you plant your seed defines the boundaries for which it has to grow
i'm not saying a seed wont grow in a pot
but it wont flourish like the seed you plant outdoors in a plot
you must water your seed consistently
for the longer you wait
the less chance for your seed to germinate
nature reminds us opportunity isn't eternal
time isn't forever
there’s no guarantee for tomorrow
variables change like the weather
we know what happens when we plant a seed
we water it anticipating trees, bushes, leaves
to have them sway in the breeze
for our grandkids to see
truth is:
not every seed bears fruit
not every word bears truth
wont be a tree if it don't flare roots
and it wont be tree if the seed waits on you
don't miss an opportunity waiting for the seed to plant itself
11/25/2022
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i’m thankful for the authentic who chose to be themselves,
despite the world saying they shouldn’t dare
i’m thankful for the champions of peace who showed love when hate was easier
i’m thankful for the kind-hearted who correct without being critical
who say: “hey, there’s a better way”, without judgment
i’m thankful for the trailblazers who made a way where there wasn’t one
i’m thankful for the rays of light who let their light shine even brighter in the darker times
i’m thankful for supporters who show up
because being there is all the difference that’s needed
your presence changes the atmosphere
i’m thankful for helpers who remind us that we aren’t alone - we will have help
i’m thankful for lifes’ journeys and aligning me on the path of those i’m thankful for
i’m grateful for whom i’ve met
and excited to meet many more!
little did he know
he was kept inside a bubble
no one had the heart to burst it
when it finally popped it was too late
he had drifted too far
i hope i have the foresight
to recognize the people i’ll miss
before i miss them
justice.
freedom.
liberation.
to end
is to make room for beginnings
to end slavery
is to make room for its evolution
prisons are still packed
death row’s acquainted with innocent people plagued by electrocution
we have more retribution than restitution
if our prisons are too packed
just the way it’s planned
then the next step is execution
but heeeyyyy we get a holiday :)
justice.
freedom.
liberation.
we still have people fighting for their right to live
ukraine, sudan, congo, and the gaza strip
away your bias and tell me what we have to give
not to take the lives of men, women, family, and kids
justice.
freedom.
liberation.
and change.
as humans we tend to think too linearly
hopeless in the idea that one person is not enough
but whoever believes that doesn’t know about influence
i grew up believing one man can change the world
and if we start within outselves
we’ll bring about our own world of change
06/19/2024
i understand being the pillar
the constant need to be tough
but i don't mind being the butterfly
who's sensitive to the touch
while a solid foundation sets the tone for security
i'd rather walk through a park holding hands in vulnerability
clocks are good examples of a better way to spend your time
the clock spends its time wisely
never caught up over something silly
idle hands make waste
meanwhile the clock keeps ticking
the arms keep spinning demonstrating the only way to live is to keep moving
love can sound mean
but love wouldn’t tear you down
love may correct you
but love wouldn’t overwrite you
the power pertaining to poetry
is potent and present to people who appreciate it
my love for poetry focuses on
words of wisdom to create it
n if it’s not words of wisdom
i’ll quench thirst with rhythm
that serves to feed us, our minds at least
i peeped my poems put
together parallel to puzzle pieces
imagining the puzzle persevering past completion
knowing half the ones i write are rarely reaching past deletion
the problem with perfection
when i focus on the message
i invite you in my mind to gift a
glimpse of how i’m thinking
a chaotic mind
finds no peace in silence
with nothing but invasive thought
the stillness rocks the mental
like a small boat through turbulent seas
we say
actions speak louder than words
yet at times
when we use neither
the silence screams
every now and again
i’ll get tight about my money
i’ll remember that living the american dream is something done while asleep
that every dream i want to pursue is unattainable
unless i can find ways to make it monetary
i don’t need handouts,
i’m really not here to complain
but i can't stand to live a life that don’t fulfill me
a butterfly can’t see its own wings
yet it can trust itself to fly
don’t doubt your capabilities
simply for eluding your eyes
what you can’t see,
or appreciate in yourself
may be the same thing we love
and wish we had for ourselves
we’re our biggest critics
self-praise just isn’t promised
when we receive compliments we must listen
understand they being honest
just cause we can’t see it doesn’t mean they’re lying
sometimes it's out of view
or we’re not trying
to hear what’s needed,
blinded by our myopic truths
the butterfly’s biggest curse
is not having the vision
to see its worth or even beauty
it doesn’t know why it captures attention
having done nothing to gain your bounty
you simply existed and the world loved you
your beauty is your wanted poster
la vida de las mariposas
you’re trapped in my mind
both of us are helpless
while in your reality you’re free
in my mind you’re stuck with me
no matter how many times i try to let you go
you cannot escape my thoughts
i guess i’m stuck with you too
i live unapologetically
i wouldn’t dare be sorry for being me
i’m unashamed of who i am
shame is assigned by the judgment of others
you’re where i run to when i’m homesick
all the company i need when i get lonely
the place i lay my head when i’m fatigued
you’re my favorite book to read
your body’s my favorite language
my job’s to stay fluent
every word you have is sacred
you’re steering the wheel
i’m the vehicle
you’re driving me crazy
you’re my glasses; necessary to aid my vision
the first thing i reach for each morning
i’ll be your journal, a safe space
as your secret would be
you’re safe with me
as pb is to j
as o is to k
we belong together
like pineapple on pizza
i need someone to hold
someone to keep close
and one day we’ll grow old
i wanna hold your hand
so i can walk with my eyes closed
i trust your guidance
so why would i need mine
we know trust falls
i’ve already fallen for you
this is a trust walk
where i hold your hand in mine
close my eyes
taking it step by step
knowing i’m in good hands
they say real ones don’t die
but if i go
would i feel that somebody lied
is the sentiment coming from pride
how could i possibly be any less
than every moment i was alive
they say real ones don’t die
well it must be true
when you real you must be bulletproof
i got nun to lose
i got nun to prove
when i meet my dues,
i’m no less
they say real ones don’t die
so i don’t fear death
i don’t feel stress
no use in me losing my breath
if you don’t respect me alive
you not gon respect me in death
when i'm real throughout my life
then was i not real til the end?
they say real ones don't—
they don’t live until the end of time
do you lose credibility when you die?
we all must go so when we do
does it matter how hard we even try
in death we all reach the same conclusion
was “real life” just a poor illusion
am i fake someday when my life slips away
or do we fall victim to delusion
there are poets we still quote
no matter how long ago the pen wrote
artists with paintings we still admire
what we appreciate won’t expire
art alleviates pain and inspires
even when we move on or choose to retire
songs always outlast their singers
bees never outlast their stingers
doesn't mean we disregard their honey
just cus a doctor’s gone doesn’t mean his medicine can’t heal
long story short;
just cus the physical body’s not present
doesn’t mean we’re no longer real
i want you to love me like you’ll never get another chance
hold me like my body is another hand
feel me like a rhythm when you wanna dance
adore me like you’ll never have another man
don’t ever treat me like a backup plan
i want you too
but recognize i’m not here to beg
when i put you first then i expect the same
if you can’t reciprocate me that’s a shame
i don’t know if you’d say the same but i want you in my life
what i’ll do once i’ll do again
so you can count on me like a number line
i want to adventure with you like i'm lost at sea
it’s just a word
or so they say
but it’s far more than a word when it's used in rage
it’s more than a word when you want to speak with thunder
you wouldn’t say it’s just a word when you sought to keep us under
asking “isn’t it just a word?”
then i suppose retaliate is just a verb
let me guess, our reaction is worse
than the immediate action of words
you strung together hoping it’d hurt
“so we can’t use words now?”
sometimes i laugh thinking of it as a noun
don’t call me out of my name
that’s a word they used to keep us down
but 400 years ago is not today
if the words slip past your lips don’t stick around
you may think it's a joke, we don’t think the same
i guess anything is just a word if you’re reckless
if we could eliminate context completely
but there’s a difference between being careless
and speaking freely
i speak my mind but i'm not senseless
and nothing’s just a word but i guess
if you’ve never read into intention
i’ll offer this as your first lesson
to ameliorate the questions
for the persistent answers you seem to have never heard
some words aren’t meant to be said
then again,
its not just a word
momentarily she had my heart
then she was gone with the wind
she made me feel whole again,
even if only for a second
i’m content on my own
but sometimes it hurts to be alone
not for a lack of love
its quite polar
i have so much love to give that’d i spoil her
but there’s no ‘her’ to give this world to
when you have this much love to give
it becomes overwhelming
i need someone to love
i’m motivated by my acts of service
romantically i have no one to serve
but i can't give my heart to anyone
i need someone who deserves it
how could such a positive love
feel so negatively overwhelming
so much joy it’s sadness
so much love it’s heartbreak
reciprocation is the only bandage
that could heal this heartache
i want someone who reciprocates me
shows me they’re worth my time
i want to feel appreciated too
it’s not for a lack of trying
in search, i’d give my last dollar
but many i’ve found weren’t worth a dime
i’m a hopeful romantic
well,
fully romantic, but i’m losing hope
i know love exists
because i know my heart
but finding someone else like me?
i wouldn't know where to start
a love this genuine
ignores the circumstances
unconditional until the very end
my love will outlast my existence
otherwise it’d meet conditions
i tell myself it's better
if i just let her be
she’ll be fine by herself
i gotta focus on me
got her own goals and dreams
i’m just not what she needs
i’d be slowing her down
i bring myself up to speed
but when i close my eyes she’s all that i see
that's when i start envisioning her future with me
just sitting in her presence i'm feeling at peace
like if i were a boat she’d be the calmest of seas
if she were with me i’d fulfill every need
to start the pretty tree, i try to plant a little seed
but the soil has to want it, i’m just not what she needs
i wonder if it's love but that just couldn't be
this can't be love
one sec i can't get enough
the next i wanna give up
this can’t be love
i know times can be rough
but this a little too tough
this can't be love
i’m reaching new kinds of lows
more goodbyes than hellos
this can’t be love
i’ve lost all my hope
i keep my eyes stuck above
this can’t be love
i got my own things to do
i tell me brotha move on
write another poem
sing another song
expand on your ideas,
just leave her alone
but without her not a house that ever feel like a home
i feel like a dog who went to fetch for a bone
i’ve retrieved it now i’m realizing there’s no one to throw
solitude is cool but now i’m always alone
changing my habits; we’d fit together as one
C-Mo she don't give a damn about what you doin
not every single human has an obsession with union
you don't gotta give your all, what's the point that you provin'
leave it all on the line but it's yourself that you’re losing
this can't be love
i wonder what we could be
i think it's best if i leave
this can't be love
i say she’s all that i need
but that's tuff to believe
so i don't get my relief
this can't be love
it’s like we competing
but on different teams
i tend to think in extremes
we start to feel like a dream
this can’t be love
the reason i write; there’s a lot on my mind
how’s the world going to change if i don’t put in the time
i got people to help
some living, some dying
but if change starts with me
i needa stay on my grind
damn it’s hard to focus there’s a lot on my mind
i spend too many hours wanting her to be mine
she must be bad for my health
but i feel so alive
its like i found the deep end, got careless,
and dived
wrong versus right
my heart vs my mind
i think it's time i set my feelings aside
this can’t be love
i got my own things to do
though i'm so focused on you
what's a brotha to do
this can’t be love
she makes gray skies of blue
she makes lies of the truth
she makes a blend of the hues
this can’t be love
she makes my sureness confused
and my acceptance refused
i'm not entertained
while she looks so amused
this can’t be love
cus you’re there all the time
even if you’re not at the forefront
you’re at the back of my mind
you’re always welcome
without hesitation
you can book a room
without reservation
i will not deny or denounce my love for you
whether you choose to
reciprocate
accept
or simply acknowledge
it’s not in my control
i'm under its’ command
and i will devote my life to its leadership
i haven’t been searching
but now that i’ve found you
you’ll be missing
i wouldn’t dare to say true love has died
rare it may be,
but i know it’s real cus i’m alive
i know when you love yourself fully and unselfishly
there’s a constant pull to love others
consider yourself a mug
and the kettle is full of love
you may choose to pour into others,
but eventually you’ll be left empty,
in your goal to pour into others
you’re neglected
when you pour into yourself,
you don’t have to worry about never filling up the way you wish to
instead of the sediment of worry you once had
you’ll realize it’s buoyant, and as your mug fills
worry rises to the top
soon it spills over and out
now that you’re overfilled,
you will continue to overflow
but as your overflow ensues,
you’ll notice your cup is pure
from here on out,
anytime you pour love into yourself
your love flows not only through you
but back into the world
flowing through others,
flowing through nature
flowing authentically
you will never again be drained of love
it will never be a chore
as long as you continue to love yourself
you’ll struggle not to love more
in solitude
where the quiet things roam
my thoughts enact a moment of silence
alike rivers and wind flow
i have no destination
im content wherever i go
my peace can't be disrupted
i am in control
i place all the trust i owe
in mind, body, and soul
my perfect woman doesn’t have a physical body
yet she outweighs every thought in mind
she’s a simple void,
i find myself always looking to complete the picture
it’s strange, i have to sense her
without my eyes i can see her
i’ll know who she is,
i’d recognize her in any lifetime
she speaks as though her words were handcrafted for me
she walks with a tenderness causing the roses around her to rise out of a wilting gloom
mother nature herself approves
her kindness takes flight among the birds in true tranquillity
and showers everyone around her with it
i’d be a fool to be jealous;
everybody loves her, not just me
too many times i’ve heard chivalry died
i’ve been keeping it alive, so somebody’s lying
i don’t claim to be perfect, but i claim to be trying
let me interject; reviving a sport that’s dying
i’m washingtonian, born and raised
so i don’t get affected; only bored by rain
i keep an umbrella for her and walk her pace
i’d be jealous if the rain ever kissed her face
holding the door is a common routine
i tend to her needs cus i’m part of her team
i don’t need to be in love to do all of these things
it comes naturally for servants to cater to queens
chivalry's personified vicariously through me
not only a queen;
alas my passenger princess
behold a beautiful being
i found her name off santa’s nice list
i give her my time instead of gifts;
appreciation is priceless
i wear my jacket until it’s her turn
i’m my own priority, but she comes first
that’s a double entendre, i can confirm
when i see her goosebumps that’s my concern
at the end of the day… it’s night
i'm a hopeful romantic
i love leaving her notes i write
it’s a part of my antics
some consider me dated
that’s opinionated so i don’t mind it
chivalry’s underrated
what i do is timeless
if it truly were dead
i surely revived it
it seems no matter how bad for me you are
i make exceptions
there’s no sacrifice being gracious
having a strength so intense
you make vulnerable look courageous
an act stronger than your defense
not described as dainty,
beauty she has,
defenseless she isn't
she holds attention captive
attractive bold crimson
fragrance full of pleasure;
not for me, but for herself
she’s attained the world’s treasure
if her knowledge were her wealth
rose, how i love your pedals
your scent calls me by name
but your thorns tell me you’re dangerous
maybe it’s best i stay away
look, but don’t touch;
i’ve tried to hold you,
my hands don’t fit between your thorns
who am i to harm you
and force you to conform
i’ll tend to your needs
until someone else is here
whose fingers fit your thorns
who may love you without concern
i’ll water you as the rain
and keep the insects off your pedals
your beauty shines through clouds of gray;
in any conditions and/or weather
thank you for allowing me to care for you,
i have loved you as my own.
i hope i did enough for you
i’ll still love you when you’re gone.
when your person comes to take you home
i’ll love you enough to let you go
rose, how i love your pedals
your scent calls me by name
but your thorns tell me you’re dangerous
maybe it’s best i stay away
every time i hold you
i lose a little more blood
yet i don’t let go;
is a bandage enough?
again i reach out to you,
again i pay the price
i don't want to choose
between loving and life
whether i love you for your rose
or hate the thorns which impale
im left choosing dying for you
or living to tell the tale
love yourself is plastered around the world
it’s a good message
i know sometimes it's hard to do just that
to think we could love our biggest critic
even if you couldn't stand to love yourself
i would overcompensate
searching the world for whom i love would take
too long
so i became the person whom i love
every moment with myself
is another moment at home
not for a moment will i fake what i feel;
i care to be authentic and deal with the real
if imma be mad; it’s real anger
real danger; broken glass
if for only a moment i were to channel the wrath hell has
but when i'm feeling joyful with zeal
i want to jump, play, and squeal, i think;
in my curiosity lives the child i’ll always be
i experience sadness too;
i made playlists for it
if we didn’t have bad days
we wouldn’t have good ones
so i’m grateful for it
i love as though i’ll never get the chance to do it again
i curate my love like a handpicked playlist
most days are equanimous
that’s where i find peace
in mind; i’m rather serious
about the balance i keep
my face speaks first
may as well feel the emotions
i grew up nonchalant
all my actions are chosen
for instance fear fails to appear in the face of danger
for the same reason i'm slow to anger
i choose which to use
as well as when and where
i couldn’t make it safely if all i felt was scared
the two things that override me are disgust and surprise
shock has wide eyes staring like deer in headlights
internally mind’s silent; intaking and that’s all
disgust has narrow eyebrows and a scrunched-up nose
the rain falls
we admire its beauty
the way each drop emits its own personality
the first rain is always refreshing
ignites a feeling of awe and refreshment
after so long it felt like drought
most things are refreshing in moderation
at first rain,
we still see the sun
everything’s rainbow and sunshines
the definition of good days
the rain falls
we begin to wonder for how long
it was nice at first
how quickly we inure to beauty
for something to dance around us for this long
erases the want to dance - it’s draining
most things are refreshing in moderation
at least we remember the sun
it’s not so bad,
but it’s not so great either
the rain falls
we become overwhelmed
i don’t remember raindrops
puddles fall from the sky now
and it’s gloomy
before it was just grey clouds
these things are only nice in moderation
it’s been a while since i’ve seen sol
it seems she’s on vacation
and still
the rain falls
and i’m stressing
i know it’s seasonal
but it’s still depression
the density of the rain no longer matters
for every drop feels heavy
how we feel is the basis for the perception of our reality
even with everything else going well
if we feel these raindrops are substitutes for our tears
this will always be gloomy weather
anywho, mother nature, we need your moderation
send your sun
my love is a flower watered by the influence of the 90s
im afraid i’ve been planted in the 2000s
this soil won’t work for me
i sense a disconnect from most people in my generation
maybe it’s me who’s disconnected
i like a woman who likes to read, likes to write, likes to learn, and likes to love.
i like a woman who knows more than the people around her.
i like a woman who is caring, she’s there for herself, for her friends, & for me.
i like a woman like this because this is the character of someone you would move mountains for.
i like a woman who’s clear with her boundaries and decisive in her desires.
i like a woman who knows what she wants but is chill enough to go with the flow.
can be stern, can be playful, but most importantly faithful.
i want a woman i like, cus when i like you i naturally cater to you.
it might seem crazy; i apologize cus i can’t help that i care for you the best way i know how.
and if you got a better way i want to know it.
i want a love that flows like waterfalls not dams
i don't have a name
apparently you know me
i've been called many things
my name is not one of them.
i've been asked about where i align,
in case i don't have a name,
a label will be assigned
at birth, i'm already given a number to identify
my name is not a team name,
my name is individual.
my name is not my party,
my name is not political.
my name's not my successes
my name is not my failure.
my name isn't the same,
just because we look familiar.
no, but you will call me by my name.
not the one you've given me,
but the one that i gave
Caleb C-Mo Morris
when our lips meet it's always like the first time
every pullback is an opportunity to reacquaint once again
inviting the feeling of the last time
my favorite form of communication is the exchange of DNA
you don’t need to fill my shoes
i’ve uncovered most the puzzle
its on you to heed the clues
i won't make you do it
go ahead, you’re free to choose
walk alongside my steps
and when i reach the end,
walk past my footsteps,
create your own path
don’t honor me by following my footsteps
honor me by creating your own, next to mine
eventually your footsteps will be traced back to me
that’s when i’ll say;
i’m honored to have you by my side
fill your own shoes, don’t fill mine
sometimes it feels like it’s the essence of our very being
we’re scared to take a risk and chase our dreams
maybe the fear isn’t eternal
what are we really afraid of?
fear itself?
i don’t mind spending my day in the rain
unlike the previous years
no gloomy weather engenders pain
why let the rain be my tears
when i could enjoy splashing in puddles
loving, laughing, staying out of all trouble
carefree, no reactions, and forgetting the struggles we bare
being a kid again,
i lived to have fun, and walk around with no fear
finally feeling that once again in my older years
roses are red
violets are blue
you can’t speak on my life
‘til you’ve moved a mile in my shoes
love me when it’s not.
love me in all phases, times of the day, and places
love me through your anger;
love me through the hard times;
love me despite it
unconditionally; not only when you feel like it
don’t love me casually, but as if love came to you naturally
this won't work if loving me is a chore
there’s no one way love looks or acts;
there’s no guide for what is good, nor what’s bad
love feels like choosing your courses and getting into all of them
love feels like getting something from a vending machine and two items falling
love feels like when someone misses the shot and the ball rebounds to you
love feels like a reward that you didn’t have to work for
love feels like your teammate spiking the ball after a long rally
the triumph, sense of joy; the longer it lasts the more exciting it gets
every secret, shared experience, and connection strengthening the bond
love feels like laying in bed after moving around all day - tension leaves and muscles relax
a breath of fresh air
love feels like the calm in the eye of the storm
even in the midst of chaos my arms are your place of peace
because if anything got to you it must've already gone through me
i can be protective but i will always have a soft spot for you
and that’s why trusting you is key
i can only be destroyed from the inside
the only thing that could tear me down is you
love may look like passion - a variety of flavor
energies intense - with admiration, joy, or anger
love is through the ups and downs.
love may differ the next morning like the stock exchanges
but it’s a gamble and the risks are worth the danger
You're the type of perfect that makes me kiss my fingertips
you’re my flesh, you’re my blood
you are the heart that makes me pump
you are the air in my lungs
if you left me i’d be breathless
not quite the same way as when we first met
i don't want to squander the wonderful opportunity to wander where wonder roams
i yearn for long-term;
im not content bringing you home for fun
i wanna stargaze, play card games, & bathe in the sun
i wanna venture wherever, stuck together as gum
i give you my all to make up for how long i’ve given only to myself
i may trip, but i won’t fall; i’m perpetually stumbling
who cares if i make a fool of myself if i get you to laugh out loud
i could disappoint the world to make you proud
i’d be lying if i told you i haven’t been hurt before
but after all the healing i’ve had much more to gain
i recognize you must be worth the pain i’ve sought never to put myself through again
because through my sorrows of yesterdays
i’ve learned new ways to approach tomorrows and todays
you have a way of speaking my language like no one else
or maybe there’s no one else i’d want to understand more
so your language is my second tongue,
we’re confluent
i’d practice with every breath in my lungs
to prove i’m fluent
i want the type of love that makes me write a poem about you
cus i can’t help but to express how much i love you
i want the type of love when i know her patterns
and the she knows mine
when i don't need to ask what's the matter
because we’re aligned
you don't have to say the words, they’re tugging at the back of my mind
because i know you, and you know me
we are not halves;
but two wholes meeting at once
we’re capable on our own
but together we’re a force to be reckoned with
manually spinning hands on a watch doesnt move the hands on the clock
motion doesnt depict progress
100 $1 bills is heavier than 1 $100 bill
quantity struggles to compare to quality
not to say we couldn’t reach quality through the perseverance of quantity
but to lack quality is to lack the associated value
no matter what the rest of your outfit looks like
you can always wear a smile
my love isn’t perfect but it is boundless
it needs correction, colors out of the lines,
but makes homes of houses
my love is forever changing; always adjusting to the shape of you
for you i’d roll the rock of sisyphus to the very top
to keep your world from crashing down, i’d take atlas’ job
my love is loyal
i’m in your corner more than darkness
death could only make my love for you eternal
if you’re a climber, i’m your harness
i’ll be your pen for you to journal
i’ll leave you with kisses and i’ll greet you with hugs
because that’s what comes to mind; thinking of love
we all have a spirit, a soul
a heart, metaphorically
a place deep down where we exist only to ourselves
some of us... are free spirits,
who let our inner selves roam freely
some of us are confined; if not by the world...
by us.
scared to let ourselves be ourselves
some of us yearn to be free spirits;
remaining locked away in the cocoon of societal expectations
pressured by the weight of others;
whether we realize it or not, it's on us,
to decide whether we turn to diamonds or dust
many of us are able to share pieces of our soul
thanks to the security of our confidence
and the freedom of our vulnerability
confidence is the veil of invincibility withstanding the pressure that forms diamonds
arrogance is the inverse;
it begins with a confined spirit seemingly trapped in a cell
with the illusion of a diamond; merely a hollow shell
scared to share for fear of exposing internal integrity
arrogance is loud and flashy to compensate for the lack of security
08/17/2023
More coming soon ;)
roses are red
violets are blue
i feel much better
when i’m next to you
lavender smells good and tulips are yellow
your energy’s pure and you make me feel mellow
you appear in my sweet dreams
all pleasure like sweet peas
an innocent smile white as the pedals of daisies
a world without you in it spins my head too crazy
your elegance sprouts orchids
making the walls i’ve built forfeit
i sure hope there’s no danger
my heart feels your hydrangeas
i cherish our friendship, we have lots of fun
your optimism blooms of chrysanthemums
i vow to stand by you to never lose your trust
that could turn a strong foundation to a pit of dust
i’d rather not go down the hill
keep on dancing you dandy daffodil
our dishonesty’s rare that’s a lack of lies
if i ever lied once i’d correct it twice that
with a brand new flower for our garden; lilacs
today’s culture may instill fear in ya
but my loyalty’s as real as the alstroemeria
i admire you not faking
i live with the fascination of a carnation
First Stan Lee and then my father passed
the creator and my hero passed
to help me hide the fear i tried laughter
with tears, ‘cus joy didn’t come until after
i'm fortunate to have the privilege of being your son, pops
i understand you didn’t always have the greatest example
but we did.
when i think about how i would raise kids
so much of how you treated me
what you said to me
the things you did for me
the honesty you spoke to me
explained everything a father supposed to be
i get complimented daily on traits i picked up from you:)
when i’m back home
people remind me that i’m a reminder of you
n that’s kinda cool to me
i’m grateful you were the blueprint for me
because without you there is no me
love is wanting more for someone than they want for themselves
has my personal escape turned to my personal hell?
am i a caged bird?
my cell is workin too well
a victim of my hustle am i too locked in?
at times, i’d rather observe
sit back and watch as the world goes on
i don’t always need to have the last word
in fact sometimes i don’t want to give you a word at all
i want to sit quietly taking in everything you have to share
i wanna see how you fill these spaces of silence
do you adapt and keep it cool
or are you lost
in need of my words
how’s your reliance?
are you independent?
able to hold your own?
so well off you wonder what you need me for?
i look for how you handle your own
if you couldn’t handle yourself
you couldn’t handle me
i’m not looking to burden you with my presence
so i won’t do too much
but sit in silence,
overthink,
and observe.
i’m sorry i want to show you my roses and not my buds
i’m sorry that my thorns keep you farther from my love
i’m not keeping you at arms out of fear or disgust
i’m only human, my thorns outpace my trust
if we were meant to be
i wouldn't have to harm myself to hold you
you’re worth the break of a thorn
i’ll force myself to conform
i may bend but i don't break
there’s a sunny day in the eye of the storm
even amidst the chaos
i appreciate that you want to be with me for the process,
the thorns on my stem explain the harm in my progress
i’m rising as a rose, but my thorns still grow in excess
come see me when i’ve grown but know my growing will be endless.
i can pain myself for love
or understand i’ve outgrown you
i’d love to love you without restraint
to know we don’t clash
because we grow as one
i’m going through things i can’t explain
if you’re growing too you could understand
but if that’s the case
we may be able to grow together yet
period.
A friend who celebrates when you’re winning and works with you when you’re losing
Loving you at your best & worst. for a true friend’s love is unconditional.
A fidus achates worth fighting for
Not leaving your side through turmoil but planting the bond in strong soil
Determined. not only for themselves, but for the betterment of those surrounding.
Everybody at the table eats. no one is unaccounted for unless they get up from the table and walk out the door.
Real people are hard to find, but you stand out still. the diamond in the rough, the needle in the haystack. when you’re as kind as you are, inactivity is considered mean by others.
nature flows
free of worry
free of complaint
nature grows
there’s no hurry
or restraints
the power of the people is stronger than the people in power
that's why when the people can't eat
the leaders who aren't leading are devoured
when the people are neglected not receiving attention or protection
but are recognized for tension
then there’s no choice but to protest it
we knew no one was going to stand for us so we stood for ourselves
let them walk through our living hell
show them not all of us living well
when they failed to hear our pleas in the halls
we made sure they heard the screams of us all
justice for all may very well be false
cause i've never felt like we ‘ve been well off
silence is compliance. lack of action, cause of violence.
nature is unapologetic,
she feels every emotion.
we feel them too.
in tune with our mother’s.
the sunny days,
a summertime love - a warm and tight hug.
the calm overcast,
stillness. tranquil. at rest.
we’ve all napped at one point!
rainy reminders,
it’s okay to cry,
eventually those tears must evaporate.
lightning lashes out,
that storm too, must pass.
we hate when mother nature is angry,
why would we ourselves remain angry?
you only face a setback if you step back
for moving forward opens doors worth more than yours before
“where one door closes, another opens”
not always
though a closed door isn’t inherently bad.
we face a quagmire when instead of looking for open doors,
we knock on the same locked ones waiting for a different result.
the one who searches for open doors achieves more than those who wait for a single door to open
the one with the most success turns every handle,
seeking not only every open door,
but every unlocked one.
read this again, thinking about doors as opportunities.
i make playlists for you cus i know you like listening to curated music
i skip certain songs in the car cus i know you don't like an artist or a song
i remove songs in my queue for you
i turn your seat warmer on before i pick you up so your seat isn't cold
i hold the door for you cus you shouldnt be bothered with touching it
i make you soup when you're sick, cus soup was given to me when i was sick
i write down what you tell me so i can remember it later on
sometimes i'm hard on you cus i want the best for you
i eat the foods you enjoy so i can get a taste for your palate
i smell the candles you use so i can get you some new ones
i’ll learn anything you're passionate about so i can share not only my world but yours too
whenever you speak i’ll close my mouth as i want to hear everything you have to say
i’ll give you your distance cus sometimes i need it too
and i don't mind when you're clingy cus sometimes all i want is you
i’d learn you're love languages so i knew how to love you
i am one with the wind
only the leaf on the river
dandelions snatched by the swirling gust
snowflakes skiing on the heavily suggestive winds
im admiring life through a tourists’ gleam perched upon an open-top bus
my binoculars help me with every detailed observation
i held a shell to my ear and heard nature’s conversation
i’m only an ant in the colony
making my way through the hive
im just your average fish
who saw the ocean and dived
behind the wheel i’m still
along for the ride
like my passenger princess who stays by my side
i am evaporation clouded up in the sky;
i said i’m one with the wind
no matter how low or up high
i am the precipitation which tickles your cheeks
pitter-patter percussion, drumming a unique beat
don’t mind me
easy to say as the flowing water beneath your feet
a beat from the same drum
we’re in unison, if in you’s a son
then i can't wait to be a father
i can't wait to have a daughter
i wanna build a household
and i want to hold a partner
im over will and jada, no martin and gina, bonnie and clyde
for all it's worth to me they could’ve all been alike
cus i don’t want it if there’s a love truer than yours and mine
if i say the first part, then you’ll likely say the second
i know you like my bible if ever i was the reverend
if we look at each opportunity as a seed to be watered,
will it change the way we respond to them?
having a seed means nothing when it remains a seed
because seeds are grown based on the things you feed it
it wont grow in an environment that doesn't tend to its needs
when you gain a seed, the first step is action
the seed must be planted
the foundation for which you plant your seed defines the boundaries for which it has to grow
i'm not saying a seed wont grow in a pot
but it wont flourish like the seed you plant outdoors in a plot
you must water your seed consistently
for the longer you wait
the less chance for your seed to germinate
nature reminds us opportunity isn't eternal
time isn't forever
there’s no guarantee for tomorrow
variables change like the weather
we know what happens when we plant a seed
we water it anticipating trees, bushes, leaves
to have them sway in the breeze
for our grandkids to see
truth is:
not every seed bears fruit
not every word bears truth
wont be a tree if it don't flare roots
and it wont be tree if the seed waits on you
don't miss an opportunity waiting for the seed to plant itself
11/25/2022
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as though there were no parent prompting to grab a coat
the skies are blue;
they’re fond of the sea, lost in oceans of emotion
the air is cold while the sun is out,
temperature betrays the climate;
far too cold to submit to the longing warmth
the range of goosebumps along my arms
live vicariously through the snowcaps witnessed in the distance
the morning is still,
waiting for the right time to make its move
there’s a light breeze through my environment,
gently presenting a harsher condition
i was happy to meet someone like you
sad to find we fit like two left shoes
you’re the puzzle i put together
excited about completion
only to get closer
finding out you're the missing pieces
i'm the king, you're not the queen i thought you were
you're the joker in the deck of 52 cards
the card which makes you scream til your lungs are hurt
the one you should've discarded
the one that plays you when put in play
you're the line that splits the heart
to complete the puzzle,
maybe i'll use one of those pieces
you disguised yourself as the queen bee
i'm the bee that tracks the nectar to your sweetness
you're the bear who destroys colonies for honey
extra reckless when you're hungry
you're the oil to my h20
no matter how close we are we just don't mix - even on a molecular level
you're the pain to my pleasure
do opposites attract?
or were we all too similar?
looking through my eyes like you're looking through a camera
would probably bring discomfort for the fact i'm outta focus
i suppose having the understanding that i can't see because of light
made me pay more attention when i had the sight
you must remember i can't see forever
occasionally the contacts are returned to their case
and my glasses are set on top of something
it will probably be my second task of the day
but maybe it's for that reason i have to thank
with less vision, i focused my senses;
did more listening
its almost crazy how much you can still see with your eyes closed
you can see the dinner being cooked on the stovetop
because your nose will look for the trails until the scent stops
you can see the birds in the morning singing like they’re in the shower
because taking time to listen is like another superpower
i don’t necessarily meditate but sometimes i close my eyes and search my surroundings,
listening for anything.
smelling for anything,
because when my eyes are open
my mind is scoping to see if the coast is clear
im hyperaware of the perimeter and the whole area
but as someone who is always using their senses and being aware
i often listen to things other people couldn't hear
i heard screaming the other day
and no one that's near heard some of the same
look through my lens, no it’s not perfect
but you would see a lot more cus i'm observant
you would see tendencies exposing the opposite of who people pretend to be
you would see hypocrisy from those who boast cockily
you would see the self-awareness unapparent
flaws spit from the jaws of folks feeling they’re above the boss
i see a lot of the bad but see as much of the good
i see the tender-hearted nature of those misunderstood
where some see thieves, i recognize someone who will eat by any means
when food is a daily quest and survival’s not guaranteed
elsewhere i recognize kindness in those who purport a hard front
as if they wouldn’t bend backwards any time of the month
i see the burdens, maybe pain, through the eyes of those who don’t complain
with my own eyes & ears,
i watch in silence with observation
as the world around me passes by each conversation
i appreciate integrity as much as i respect accountability
honesty is being real to others,
integrity is being real to yourself
cus how you gon be real,
if you're not real to yourself?
if you have to sacrifice your integrity to win,
then you didnt.
cus if you sacrificed your integrity to win,
then something’s missing
11/12/2022
taking place on the stage.
arranging an entrance.
we exchange our presents,
we engage in our presence.
its just us in attendance
you tug the strings of my heart,
the way musicians pluck the strings of guitars.
i imagine a cord by the hearth,
or bored together under the stars.
my mind wonders,
waiting for you to pick it apart
i’m curious if you've mastered the piano.
the keys don't just strike cords,
they do what they want to,
keys unlock many doors,
your keys unlock my love too,
time lost, thinking of nothing but you.
time spent, thinking of something so true.
but overall overthinking us two
the heart is the percussion.
beating in sync with your direction.
my answers to your questions,
the concert of connection,
sold out tickets,
in the arena of affection.
the curtains closed
the lights turn cold
i hope that you enjoyed the show
the first show ends,
tour begins.
i hope together we grow old.
“here for a good time, not a long time.” is a poor mantra
but anything else is hoping you live long enough to live a good one.
sometimes i sit and pay for the better days
i say pay instead of pray for i’m invested in change
i’ve been tasked to be patient, a valid statement
but action happens when you get tired of waiting
fake it ‘til you make it
acting like I’m better than i really am
living like i got nun to lose
void of a better plan
i have times where i don’t belong
times where i’m not so strong
i have times where i cry simply because of songs
i have times where i write my poems
i thrive off appreciation
and i smile when people know them
i have thoughts
i have feelings
i have personas with experiences i’ve never been through
i have emotions
i have a hunger for knowledge
i have a thirst for added diction
i have quotes i’ve never said
i have ideas i’ve never written
i have times where i close my eyes and i find that i have vision
i have times where i could use a boost
times i wanna use excuses
but the truth is ignoring them induces better results
that may influence the next group of youth kids
blessing us all with a sweeter future
you don’t know a person until they don't get what they want
it’s true character who chooses how they respond
entitlement says “why don't you give me what’s mine?”
realism says “give me some time”
and a good man probably sits there in silence
understanding “i’m not owed what isn’t mine”
envy and entitlement play for the same team
in fact i’d submit they’re a successful duo
one may hit to second base
but the next batter gon clean up every time
they’re a mean one-two punch who will swing all the way home
these are the things that remind me of you
autocorrect working after misspelling a word
finding the last puzzle piece after thinking it was missing
sigh of relief
the gasp of air after swimming underwater
checking your bank account after getting your paycheck
having your meal paid for by the person in front of you
the end of the rainbow
getting a good score on a test you didnt study for
the campfire on a cold night
i've fallen for the rain
the prescription for my glasses
crystal clear like window panes
she's something like the sun to me
and i guess i’d be her earth
i find myself in orbit
but that path is much preferred
there’s no time in the future
because it doesn’t exist
it’s the hope of what’s to come
hoping it does
there’s no time like the present
because the present you can change
there’s no time to borrow
finish today
there’s no time tomorrow
i’ve had a long time
to learn many things
through trials
i thought would never end
her presence
her atmosphere
her essence
how just appearing makes an entrance
is posting you're s/o really the epitome
the socials got the youth confused
your appreciation stems from action
superior to the act of reposting posts
i feel no pull to post her picture to my story truly
a photo couldnt capture her entire beauty
its dangerous letting myself get so close to someone who reminds me of me
reason being
if i hold myself to the highest standard i expect it from you too
the love i have for myself transfers so fluidly into the way i love you
seeing the similarities i have with you changes the way i view you
it might be selfish but
i want to take care of you cus how could i neglect myself
you’re 1.5 people to me cus although i'm a whole person you're still my other half
that's where you got me at
its a curse to think you're perfect
it’s easy to say you’ll do something knowing damn well you won’t
piecing together words hoping you say what they want
people express their thoughts through their words and their poses
if you watch their body you’ll learn their mission.
if you rather talk it then walk it that’s your decision.
but the world is changed by your example not your opinion.
i’ve heard people saying,
to fake it until you make it
what about the people who made it n kept on faking?
how long do they fake it for
when i chose to keep it real i was called fake for it
the price of success
i might submit is simply sacrifice
what are u willing to lose
for what you're willing to gain
n pay the price
doesn’t have to mean giving up ur life
a sacrifice that’ll suffice is giving up time
time to achieve the goals you set
to reach the peaks of the mountains you climb
know that small progress is still progress
as clouds pass, the sun shines
things change as does time
perception is the way you interpret something while
translation is the way we understand two things that defer
while learning a new language
i've realized just how easy it is for what you say to be lost in translation
the problem may not be that what you’re saying is wrong
it may be that what i'm hearing is wrong
or maybe i just haven't learned the words to understand you
perception is similar in the fact that
what i say and how you understand it plays a huge role in interpretation
we all come from different backgrounds
different nations
that’s why its lost in translation
i can say one thing to two people
one can take it as criticism
while the other takes it as hating on em
i control what i do and say,
you control how you listen and learn
i believe in the benefit of the doubt
because how we think will differ
in the same way you would ask for clarification
if you don't understand a word in another language
ask for clarification if you don’t understand someone’s tone
if what they say is out of line
if their joke hits home
but their intention’s malign
most of the time its miscommunication
say what you mean and focus on how you say it
the last thing you need is being lost in translation
please don’t criticize me too hard
i’m trying too
i know you want the best for you
but everything i’m doing
allows for everything you want to do
i’ll take care of me
i know you’re doing the same now
maybe your practices are better
i’m just doing what i know how
i consider myself clairvoyant
but hindsight is much clearer
keep being a student of life
let my mistakes be your teacher
since you’re applying your expectations on me
allow me to follow suit
many speak of the importance of the little things
anybody can do grand gestures
but who does what others haven't done already
helping me get in touch with my emotions was your doing
even though being open to it was solely my choosing
i wondered how and why i let myself do that before you said “bye”
it was refreshing meeting you because when it's genuine it's hard to come by
even when i fell silent without a clue what to say
i listened because i could listen to you talking all day
you taught me how to feel
and then you broke my heart
breathing's not a choice,
you don't decide to do it
your lungs function on their own volition
so yes you're alive, but have you lived?
do you explore?
many men reflect; to deplore on their deathbed
when life's unsure, it's clear that we want to do more
are we alive or simply a corpse scraping feet along the floor?
with each step, with each breath, are we striving for more?
are we simply on autopilot with no drive
no kick in our step; no jive
"i'm surviving",
you do that every day you wake up, eat, and go to sleep
is the highlight of your life that you merely survived?
i refuse to be joy-deprived
i'm glad you survived, but that's a given
i know you're alive, but are you living?
she got the hair that suits her crown
like the queen she is
her eyebrows always perfect
how on fleek she is
and her eyes they have a glow
i get so lost in them
she's perfect and she knows
nothing stoppin’ her
i love looking at her lips
she got the gloss on ‘em
she get up and she stunt
‘cus she the boss on ‘em
her teeth are always shining
i just wish for them
her ears are hella cute
she good at listening
i heard we meant to be
you heard that too?
you're the one for me
like a wish come true
she humble, down to earth
we stumble no she not perfect
but that’s why she my dream girl
‘cus she authentic
told mom i'd never take em
but sometimes
i think i want to be dead
the pain's not physical
i'm not aching
it's literally all in my head
maybe just a pill
i need the strongest drug
i need your love
02/19
the moment a twig snaps
is when its elasticity is tested
not when it's bent a little,
when it’s bent a lot.
a dry twig will snap at the smallest inconvenience.
a well-watered twig, attached to a tree, is stable.
more nutrients, more flexibility.
Tipping points. 12/16/22 C-Mo! (The Writing Behind It)
i think in most cases, people don’t get angry over minute nettles. the small problems people stress over are the last jenga block being pulled! my tipping point is greater than what someone else’s may be. i innately mitigate my stressors, i don’t react to things that upset others. i used to occasionally be called out for it, but i don’t mind being so nonchalant.
layout to yourself if you are the dry twig, breaking in the breeze. or if you’re the nutrient-rich twig, swaying on the tree. take care of yourself, you’re the main benefactor in regards to helping you:)
if you find yourself being the dry twig, which reacts to everything that the environment throws your way; do your best to stay grounded, and provide yourself with what's necessary to retain the nutrients that your environment also has to offer. Pour into yourself, and I'm sure you'll find you're more able to withstand the elements:)
it's ode to my fraternity it's ode to my community
it's ode to everyone whose ever been there as a friend to me
ode to my sisters, ode to my brothers
ode to the fathers, ode to the mothers
it's love to my people as well as the people of my people
and to everybody fighting so that one day we’ll be equal
it's love to your creativity and it's love to mine
its love knowing every moment we share is divine
it's love to the passion that makes us so lethal
it's love to the passion that pushes towards peaceful
no matter what you do i hope you remain cheerful
its love to you and its love to my lovely people
ode to my poetry
ode to those who notice me
and recognize the quoting and the reading i hold close to me
ode to the cadence, ode to the rhyme
ode to the statements written line by line
gil said the revolution won’t be televised
i wondered why
until i realized
you’ll never see the hearts of men
her name is sol which is very fitting
she touches the souls of the beings she’s in the presence of
good luck ignoring her, she’s a star
the center of attention
the center of a system
the star the earth orbits
sol’s consistent which i’d consider thoughtful
not to mention, rather bright, intelligent, ahead of her time
no.
right on time!
in fact, just in time for me to appreciate her beauty.
she showers me with warmth.
in turn, i shower her with love
she sends regards below
while i reflect them back above
im really cool, she’s hot as hell
we complement each other well
i feel like the word love is overused
i hardly know what love means to me
but i'd love to know what love means to you
i want to hold you tighter than your eyes when you sneeze
physical touch is the language i speak
quality time is the language i seek
that looks like a kiss on the cheek
like my eyes resting on my eyelids
you're the most beautiful place my sight has laid
L.O.VE. is
Laws Of Vibrational Energy
your wavelength matches mine
L.O.V.E. is
Lots Of Violent Emotions
and lovely explosions in the heat of the moment
like when our lust lashes out livening commotion
or the waves crashing from the motion in the ocean
L.O.V.E. is when you
Listen, Observe, Visualize, Express
emphasis on the last one because you have the rest
see, you could feel the world but leave it all on ya chest
that's contribution to late nights when you struggle to rest
you and i together is me at my best
you as fly as birds no matter how you be dressed
cool as the other side of the pillow no matter how you be stressed
its a different type of peace when your lips and mine are pressed
L.O.V.E is
Loyalty Out Values Everything
when you feel the world is against you,
you can count on me for anything, i promise
i’m loyal til the end;
death before dishonor
“if money weren’t a concern”
is the preface of creative thought
11/05/2021
"so conceited"
when you show self-love
not "self-deprecating" when you show self-hate
why are your true colors when you slip up
why are your true colors when there's a mishap
why aren't my true colors the other colors representing all the good times that i’ve had
negativity sells and your worse side represents you
nobody cares about the insides or the events you went through
they'd rather leave you feeling demonized and feeling empty
who buys positivity when you can freely express envy
i’m trynna be rich and famous
not cus i need the clout n attention
but because a 9-5 never been good for nun but a lesson
I’m learning about
how i couldn’t work this job and afford to live in a building with no one helping me out
because IF every two weeks i make 1000
then my first paycheck goes towards the house
the second goes towards food and bills
cutting close enough for me to cry when the milk spills
you've been reaching for the stars
you brought others up with you
you lift everyone up
but who's there to lift you
you extend your hands to those in need
but when you're down who's in reach
you brighten up the room
you're the light switch
your smile contagious
even in the dark your vibes lit
you working 12 hours as the sun's night shift
after giving all that life you're left lifeless
you're the listening ear
with your own worries
but no one to tell
how you blessing everyone
but you’re not blessing yourself?
for once don't be selfless
you're stressing yourself
i'm worried about you
how is your health
i know you will see this
i only hope you're as worried about you as l am
i thought about taking my life once
i hope you're not in that situation
you're beloved here
take this into consideration
work on self-love and happiness
don't focus on bitterness n self-hatred
don't cut your life short
i hope that you stay long
i'll love you until i can't
Stay Strong
with a glass half full:
what happens when you’re too close to the fire
the heat warms your body, keeps the cold from approaching
what happens when you stand a little close to the grease pot
the smells reach your nose, the anticipation of a not so empty stomach ensues
what happens when you trust someone you just met
they greet you with gifts their comments are kind
with a glass half empty:
what happens when you're standing too close to the fire
the heat gets too wild, the smoke fills your lungs, starts burning your eyes
what happens when you’re a little close to the grease pot
you get popped and jump back, knowing the grease hot
with a glass neither full nor empty:
the grease pops, cooking your next meal
the fire smokes, and in turn repels mosquitos
the person closest to you can give you a hug and in the same motion stab you in your back
proximity is good when you control your environment
what happens when you trust someone you just met
i'll leave that to you. check the friends in your circle
do they take time to be kind, or are they always so hurtful
i pledge allegiance
to liberation
and social and economic freedom
for all brothers and sisters alike
and to the movement
of Black power and pride
standing up for justice
and equity
by any means necessary
08/07/2021
without the sinners
you'd be judging the saints
quick to judge
cus you couldn't stand to be late
not overweight
just got a ton on my plate like dinner
they say hate the sin
but love the sinner
but if hate wins
then who’s a winner
it’s time to deflate irate and see things clear
too many people stuck facing the rear
scared to turn and see their face in the mirror
wont go far without facing your fears
check your reflection face a face full of tears
folks afraid to grow so i know patience is rare
08/13/2021
i was born here. in turn, i was forced to pledge allegiance to a nation that’s hard love
to a flag that i see waved in dismissal of all the needs that we plea for
the united states are so divided that its no wonder hate is multiplying,
adding onto everything that subtracts us
amerikkka, thats 3 k’s no c. i spell it a little different like a quirky parent
a republic with power tripping presidents not too far from a supervised monarch
for which it stands on the bodies of the native people, the immigrants, the Black men and women, and global majority
one nation like a house divided, built on unstable grounds
under a god used as a scapegoat for discrimination
divisible
with liberty & justice for who?
08/08/2021
a voice for the voiceless staying silent is pointless like a broken pencil n dull knife
i don't see what the point is
saying actions are louder than words doesn't make up for your silence
a chance to make a difference overlooked is a violence
a reactionary is somebody who disregards the cause when they learn an effect
you have to look at the bigger picture and analyze the rest
you don't avoid studying then get mad at the test
or get mad at the closet because you don't know how to dress
she gave him her time
and he counted the minutes
she spoke her mind
and he wouldn’t listen
she said she loved him
but she loved his potential
does he not think twice about the hate he breeds?
like a woman didn’t give him life and is why he breathe?
she put her trust in him
he showed her why that was a bad idea
she showed no one love but him
while he ignored her existence
cus who could possibly be more important than you?
it's mighty audacious to want her now
after she felt like an option
she didn’t care to pursue him
that’s what caught his attention isn’t it?
he tried the same tactics
told her this time it's gonna be different
but she’s read this story before
and know how it ends
no thank you she says,
careful not to break the eggshells she walks on
he can't take rejection
everything she does for herself feels like a shot at him
how dare she live to fulfill herself
but i must ask you;
how is her concern for her well-being a shot at your pride?
he feels entitled
she told him how she felt
he struggles with reception
she said she doesn't want sex
he thought he should be the exception
he’s angry at a woman ‘cus she not submissive
he start to get upset and then he get aggressive
she don't belong to him but still he got possessive
she invites him to leave, and he refuses
as if the decision is up to him
“what about my broken heart!?” he proclaimed
“where would i start?” she would say
“how about the things i’ve been through!?” he yelled
like he wasn’t dragging her through hell
“i feel pain too!” he hollered
as he grabs her by the collar
he always made sure she felt his pain
“i have a broken heart!” he vented
her feelings unattended to
she had no words she cared to mention
she wants her heart mended too
i dont even know where to begin
i was so lost i didnt even want to pick up my pen
but im a writer at heart so i done did it again
you ignited the spark that made me this great man
and i feel as though the embers fading
i know youre gone but i sit here waiting,
for you to come home,
not to the maker but to my arms
where we dont depart
i feel disbarred
from the rest of your journey and even your past life
no flash drives
meaning no way to remember
you left this earth a couple days from september
and left me feeling hopeless dealing with the weight of the pressure
the pressure of walking this path called life
i didnt mind being in the dark because you were my light
but now
i dont know where to place my feet because the path dont shine
i need a sign
letting me know there are better days
if you could respond youd be saying i better pray
but what i havent told you before
was i tried talking to god
and i felt like his connection to me was just a phase
like i sent him a message and the request decayed
because just like me talking to you now,
i’ll get no reply
i’ll admit there were times i thought about suicide
but i never could go through with it.
i wanted my body to hang from a noose
it sad saying this out loud but i miss speaking with you
and you deserve the truth
for if you were ever here to recieve
i couldnt fall in to my grief
because if i died it might encourage more dangling feet
i hate that you’ll never get to know if its a girl or a boy
you’ll live in my memory and i’ll miss hearing your voice
i wish you could stay with us but i know it wasnt your choice.
i have a video tiana took of when she said she was pregnant
the greatest gift to me now will be the present
i dont think there’ll be a moment where i ever forget it
your priceless reaction forever embedded
into my mind which
without you is foerver dreaded
if ever a man were to enter heaven
it would be you and itd be a split-second decision
i saw you have more conversations with god than even reverend
why would i believe if even your life could end
i spent hours waiting for you to say its gon be okay
nothing could prepare me for when you were carried away
i had dinner with you last night
and i lost you today
ill never understand why god took you away
im desensitized
not in the sense that i have no emotion,
but in the sense that i have pools of tears but i still cant fathom what really happened
and thinking happy thoughts leaves me saddened
finding the whole you gone
knowing
im just a fragment
Rest Easy❤️
08/29/2021
This is probably one of the most vulnerable poems I've ever written :')
the clouds are an obstacle
the sun through the clouds
letting its light shine through
the moon through the clouds
letting its light brighten up the darkness
the stars through the clouds
giving us a glimpse of its beauty
all of these concealed until their powers revealed
clouds bring rain
they damp the day
clouds also provide shade
clouds hide the moon so we can sleep
can't count the stars so we count the sheep
you never realize what entertains you
until you have a moment to sit in boredom
you never realize how fast time flew
until you check the time and the clock won't
move
i never realize how cold it got
until your body heat couldn’t warm me
i always had fun with you
but i didn’t know without you was this boring
I’m enjoying the weather
but i enjoy you much better
a letter from me to you
see you soon
greed led him to his own destruction
death by his own desires
you won’t see yourself when candid
all you see are distorted mirrors and cameras
you don’t believe compliments
you don’t know you’re heaven-sent
beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
not your eyes, but mine, holding onto your beauty
perception is only your reflection of who you’d rather be
goodbye, she says
see you later, i reply
hoping this isn’t bye for good
but a minor delay in the next time i’ll see her
maybe if i hold my blink
she won’t be gone as long
i appreciate our connection,
we seem to have a knack for feeling each other
until we reunite,
i’ll feel her absence
It's said the worst pain is death
Pain for who
You won't feel the pain
You live in memories
Your legacy doesn't stop then
You only truly die
When you've been forgotten.
03/08/2021
the distant friend
i don’t keep touch with
rarely talked to you
i know who you are
you know me
it’s been a while since I reached out
I’m hoping we can turn things around
everybody else’s mutual friend
maybe i could get to know you too
maybe i’m too scared to talk to you
if i got to know you
maybe we’d have a lot in common
maybe i’d learn something
maybe you’d be good for me
maybe i fear you
I hope we’re not better as distant friends
they say time heals,
i'm still waiting
my sorrow kills my impatience
unwanted thoughts; intrusive invasions
like rain, tears spill - the waters wading
my time is wasting
i'm still not praying
for the day i say the sorrow's fading
tomorrow's waiting with open arms
i'm learning to let go, evading harm
i may get knocked down
i'll soar, cus i'm a shooting star
if we didn't face challenges
everything else would feel hard
i'm healing; though it's hard to tell
you can't see the bruising of my mental scars
i fear that time isn't healing;
i'm simply inured to what i once couldn't stand
some things are meant to be closed
windows, doors,
toilet seats.
but a closed mind is a horrible thing
open to new things
open to change
you like when flowers blossom
open your brain
look at things in a new light
mental health
not mental illness the simple words are
a major plight
put my thoughts into poetry
so even when i'm gone
they'll notice me
they'll know how i thought
they'll know i went from a closed mind
to one of growth
an ill mind
to one of health
from poor thoughts
to mental wealth
invest in reflection
take a look at yourself
digging deep sets foundations for healthy trees
went from a doubtful human
to a hopeful being
keep your mind open
a closed mind is a horrible thing
We protest a murder
Your only concern?
Windows broke
My heart broke too
It’s easier to kill someone
Then it is to get justice
Same reason we don’t have peace
My soul yearns for understanding
What makes you special
Why are you above the law?
I’m American too
But I don’t have your freedom
Here’s a good start
Let’s reach for true equality
Let’s mend broken hearts
02/19/2021
it’s said the worst pain is death
pain for who
you won't feel pain
you live in memories
your legacy doesn't stop then
you only truly die
when you’ve been forgotten.
my credit card paid off,
i have no debt that i'm dumping
there's no loan to my name
i owe nobody nothing
i pay my dues when they're true
i didn't get here on my own
i give credit when it's due
there's not a soul that is owed
i said what i meant
i have no reason to lie
the explanation was stated
i owe nobody a dime
i keep myself in good standing
its that way because of planning
i'm not in debt to you
you have no reason to demand me
you're not the lender
for i don't borrow
i refuse to be in debt
i paid in full for a better tomorrow
two nights ago was our final goodbye
i didn't know until the day after
i gave you a hug and your body was cold
i had tears unrelated to laughter
time feels like it's moving slower
i don't know if i can keep going without you
life is a walk in the dark
you were my light
i don't want to move forward
behind me you shine,
forever,
i miss you dad<3
08/30/2021
when you change yourself for someone else
you do a disservice
to everyone that loves you for you
be careful
you harm yourself too
it's hard being one person
why be two?
I am a leader, courageous, and strong.
I wonder if anybody else needs help.
I hear a community cheering eachother along.
I see a community striving and doing well.
I want a community with an impenetrable bond.
I am a leader, courageous, and strong.
I pretend there’s no problem we can’t figure out,
I feel like my energy affects other, I stay calm.
I touch the people around me, not always physically.
I worry there will be a problem I can’t solve
I cry knowing there are some people I can’t reach.
I am a leader, courageous and strong.
I understand i will feel pressured
I say everything will get better
I dream everyone comes together
I try to stay strong, and never surrender
I hope the community can love one another
I am a leader, courageous and strong.
This is the first recorded poem I have :p
02/17/2021