A poet writes about what they know Who they know How they feel But what happens if you don't know You forgot how to feel The stale taste of recycled air fills my throat as I try to scream out some sort of obscenities- - anything I'm like a five year old kid again playing with a puzzle as I try to piece together the pieces of a shattered dream- - a shattered life As the translucent glass box that held my world fell to pieces the moment it was dropped A smoke filled room full of clouds of promises and lies you told me slowly disperses as each promise is broken and each lie is discovered. I cough up the last bit of you and blow it away as I forget you. I sit there and watch you as your lick your paws. Unsure if it is like how a dog licks a wound or a lion licks off the last bit of its prey. washing its paws of all traces. I feel watched like prey as every move I make is transcribed in my brain making sure I never make the same mistake of loving you again.
two more random writes. . no reason to make another thread. . Being Pretty Blunt Right Now I just want to go on the record and say I'm infatuated with you Not in love Not in like Not in crush possibly maybe in lust What can I say your easy to look at I'll be bluntly honest I just want to see you naked to touch you to fuck you but I don't want to date you I want to stare at your smile play with your hair listen to your stories but not have to fix your problems does that make me less of a women for once I want to forget my mother like nature I want to just be raw and brutal animalistic almost but not nurturing see sometimes girls can act just like guys Something New Taken straight from my mind and spit straight to the page Thoughts flood the sheet in an uncontrollable wave Nouns, pronouns, adjectives and verbs Strung together to make a series of words A series of sentences and a series of thoughts That when you string those together you are suddenly caught Caught up in something you didn't see coming Caught up in something that you didn't know what there A flood of emotion and irrational thought Washes over you from this tiny mind That dares to think From these tiny hands That fights to type And this tiny mouth That gets too big when it tries To shout And sputter And string together These lists of nouns, pronouns, adjectives, and verbs To make you realize And to open your eyes To a foreign idea One that simply wasn't yours So through this poem I will show the way So through this poem I will Skip beats And punctuation I'll switch styles and tenses Switch from rhymes to plain verse Just trying to simply converse I'll change it up to keep you on your toes Just so that you know That there is something new out there That there is something new out there That there is something new out there And that you don't have to be afraid
^^ I dug those. I like what the first one said, and I like that about the second one too, and also the pace. Very good. Edit- Missed the first post. Wow, that was great.
I really like your work--really! And the being blunt one is perfect. I know exactly how you feel. Keep writing I look forward to reading more of it!
Pretty. You called me pretty after I told you how ugly I felt You touched my face and called me pretty after I told you I felt fat. You held my hand and called me pretty As I watched your eyes wander across the bar To the pretty blonde in a tight skirt and tiny shirt Don’t tell me I’m pretty cause in my eyes A flower still damp from the morning dew is pretty A field full of green clovers with white flowers sprinkled in between is pretty Pretty is the drawing my little 5 year old made me Pretty is the smile that crosses her face The sound of the voice from someone I haven’t heard from in years is pretty But not me. . At least not when you say it like that Not having to beg for compliments or even have to take compliments is pretty The sun on a hot day is pretty And the light blue sky full of fluffy white clouds is pretty The song the birds sing is pretty and the sound of the woodpecker on a tin roof is pretty Strange and foolish. . But pretty In fact that’s what makes it pretty The imperfections on my face and the scars on my body are pretty The unique look I have and messy style I have is pretty My weird laughs and random quirks are pretty Not the fact that you want me Not the way you don’t look at me when you say I’m pretty Not the fact that you’re eyes still wander Pretty is knowing I’m not fake Pretty is knowing I speak my mind and stand up for myself Pretty is knowing I don’t need you to falsely compliment me Pretty is knowing that I will never look like her Nor do I ever want to Pretty is the fact that I love and respect myself And have come to love my body Pretty is in my eyes seeing that I’m flawless
Welcome to Memphis TN Home of Graceland, the pyramid The MS River Queen The U of M Tigers and the Grizzlies Welcome to the home of Tom Lee Park The Riverwalk and Mud Island Where Beale Street is like a mini Bourbon Street Where the Famous Beale Street Music Festival is held and Memphis in May has BBQ fest Welcome to the place were I was born and raised Where I spent 18 years of my life Where I lived in 3 different houses Where my family is and my first friends are Welcome to the place where I got my first kiss Where I was in my fist show Welcome to the streets that I rode on my bike Where the woods behind my friends house was our playground Welcome to the block I grew up on The friends I had and the block parties Where I use to live next to a basketball star Where I was the only Jew on my block once my best friend moved away Welcome to the city that I love to hate And hate to love Where I have more memories then I can even remember Where times are always both good and bad Welcome to the park that was once hippie central Now its patrolled by police looking for trouble Where I first learned about drugs and life Where I first ran away to Welcome the drug capitol of the south The place that claims lives with addictions Welcome to the smell of meth houses And crack whores on the street Welcome to the home of 3 6 And the highly talked about Orange Mound Where gangs run free Where gangs run this city Welcome to Memphis Where the crime rate is the highest in the south Where gun shots are a daily thing Where you have to watch what color you where Where you have to watch what street you drive on Welcome to the city where hearing about a murder Is almost as common as hearing about a bomb in Israel Welcome to the city that claimed another life Welcome to the city the killed my friend Welcome to these streets that he walked Welcome to this slum he grew up in Welcome to the gangs he had to fight Welcome to the guns that took his life Welcome to the 5 years old packing heat Welcome to the 12 year whore trying to bring home food to eat Welcome to the 15 year old moms cause no one taught them better Welcome to the 7 year old peddling crack Welcome to the broken homes Welcome to the forgotten dreams Welcome to the City that Never Sleeps Welcome to the families trying to cope Welcome to the cops that won’t do shit Welcome to the gang that just won Welcome to the deathbed of my friend Welcome to the news reporter that will label this as just another gang fight Forgetting the family and friends and son he leaves behind Welcome to the man who won’t even go to trial Where people are scarred to mess with the gangs Welcome to the place where the blame always falls on the victim Welcome to the place where we bury another friend
just adding more to this. . .some new works All Grown Up No one ever taught me how to grow up There was no one there to hold my hand when I was a little girl to lead the way to graduation day. No one ever told me that this was going to be easy nor did they ever say it was going to be hard It was just something you did Like trees grew up from little saplings into tall, strong majestic things Aiding in my ritual of breathing No one told me how to grow up How to be strong like the mighty oak tree How to provide shade and a home to those who rely on me No one ever taught me how to be a woman Or anything about all these strict guidelines set by society To restrain me and keep my honor As a virginal female to be molded into some hot guys desires I never understood the milestones in a persons life Never did I have a sweet sixteen Much less a 8th, 9th,10th or any other sort of birthday The only thing I knew about turning 18 Was that I was no longer jailbait According to older friends of mine But no one was there to give me the “sex talk” So the birds and the bees were uncharted territory When it was time for topics of conversations Making for awkward moments throughout My drunken high school daze No one ever gave me a dictionary or text book definition Of what it meant to be a big girl I just heard phrases like put on your big girl smile Time to put your big girl panties on And they all went in one ear and out the other Without causing sparks in the brain To enlighten it with an idea Of how to handle these commands I always understood the love of a mother But her prudish mindset and skiddish ways Thwarted her attempts of training me To be a self sufficient member of this cut throat society So I taught myself I copied what the actresses did in the movies When a cute boy would try to hold her hand I knew to be bashful and subtle And I learned to wait for him To give me that good night kiss Because guys don’t always like A girl that goes after what she wants aggressively So I taught myself The difference between life and death And the value of a dollar And what working hard for your money really was about I never really needed to rely on anyone For anything At anytime Because I taught myself what growing up really was Writer's Block Writer’s block crowds my mind As I try my hardest to pull out words From this dictionary in my brain And string them together in a coherent structure much like stringing beads onto a thread yet nothing sounds right when put down on page nothing sounds right when written down nothing can seem to personify the perfectly clear pictures in my brain words can only get you so far whether on the page or spoken verbally so my tongue tied brain fights to scream out to stand on a mountain top and yell out into the valley below praying for an echoed back voice to talk back maybe carrying a message from a forgotten muse a lost lover a distant friend so I cloud my mind with thought provoking drugs and sweet juices to enhance lucid dreams to open my brain hoping that if I write down the same thought six different ways eventually it sound right on the page I need a man I need a man Not just any man though I need a man that can take care of my needs Intellectually Someone who will look at me for more than just a pair of tits yes they’re there yes, they’re big and I promise you don’t have to stare because they are not going anywhere and sorry but these puppies aren’t going to turn tricks So try looking into my eyes For once Cause they may bat at you As if to say Hey, I think I could really like you I need a man to tickle my fancy Who can engage my mind And actually hold a conversation I need an intellectual conversation Something more then idle bar chat I dare you to test me To try me To challenge me I need a conversation That goes beyond Alabama football And small town gossip I need a man who will trace the smile on my face And the wrinkles in my skin with his fingers When we are laying in bed And is not only worried about the way The curves of my body fit in his hands But instead notice how we fit together perfectly While lying perfectly still and quite in bed I need a man that can keep up with me With my wild obsessions and crazy dreams Someone who will support me and the choices I make Who is concerned with something besides sex Now don’t get me wrong there has to be sex involved I just want someone who can think about something besides sex I need a man like the ones you read about in fairytales And the ones that Disney created for me as a young child But sadly all of those are trapped in Disneyland So I need a man that is actually real And not some personified version of a dream Because I learned dreams don’t always come true And that knight in shining armor may not always come And there isn’t always gold at the other end of the rainbow Because I know. I got drunk one day and tried to follow the rainbow and those baby’s don’t end So anyways I need a man that is willing to stick with me until we really do find that rainbows end hell who am kidding. I just need a man.
