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I am a baker
I can make a variety of things
I can make loaves of bread and cookies
Like a baguette or macarons
I am a baker
I can make a variety of things
I can make loaves of bread and cookies
Like a baguette or macarons
A monochrome painting is all that were shown,
And all we are taught to believe.
If we dare sketch outside the lines,
The limitless space has a way of making you feel hopeless
Earth’s gravity pulls you, compels you
Its gentle tug is enough for you to let go, dropping your items one by one
Halfway Outta High School
Frozen in time, lost in a drift
Preserved by strong resolve alone
As the wind blows you fail to shift
Instead of paper, you're a stone
I lack this constant qaulity
Jewels lie upon me everywhere,
uneasy life has deteriorated I seek answers
mind in delirium for what jewels i may discover somewhere
the days,months, years to come i only seek prancer to carry me a way to wanderlust.
I was nine and in the fourth grade,
I was favorited by the teacher and
By my peers.
I excelled in class and on the playground,
I was the one that brought the fun.
fashionable decor onto so much more
walk with me talk with me throughout
when this you see remember me
in parting solace and hidden apathy
through silent bulwark or a caraosel
with hiden moments of granduer
the remedy is deeper inside of me in heavenly apathy
we have come to believe the vested brevity
hands, feet & eyes...
the duration of conquest,
all of life is a test
cement shoes & you will sing the blues
Dear ananymous person,
This life really does hurt some
Throwing me curve balls and those are the worst one
Lucky to be alive, but sometimes I feel like I am the cursed son
Last year I lost focus of my priority
I found a little fairy
someone had discarded on the ground.
I picked her up
put her in my pocket.
Never again will she be alone.
She can now sit on my desk
as she has found a new home.
early I will seek thee
faintly I want to find you
in my soul unwhind me
all those thoughts that bind me
tolerance
whimiscal I will fondly flee
brevity
painted faces etched in stone
alright drop the beats
got this fire burning hotter inside of me
don't want to get the best of me
sitting here drinking my forty why should I worry
everything today's a joke including the pope so why we faint
So nobody want to battle me guess we can both agree to disagree see ya on the flip side squeeze gonna knock you to ya knees busy as a bee..
I'm a sharp shooter prefer to get my pets spayed or nuetered nothing further
she was my own at last just her & I
feelings of love filled up my soul
when I looked deep into her eyes
it is then I could see a future together
only anothe phone call rings at every Thursday morn
There's a new word on the street that
Back in the day we used to pray
today you insist it ought not be that way
caught up in the mix to dismiss
this earthly bliss
in a time well spent in thought
Sweat The Technique
There's a battle for your mind but you say it's just fine
pulling a 9 to your head it's the walking dead
Not since the day of creation did we stand with ovation
nature lies dormant amidst its becking plough
society is blind you see so I need poetry to face reality
to digress in languished thoughts of muse
life is a puzzle taking each piece to fit
Dear Juvenility,
If only, only when
Could I have returned to your restful face
Could I, being you
protect you from the troubling journey of Adulthood.
Protect you, holding you
Awake
a pause to meditate on the pay
a humble need to bow the knee to pray
you came to open our hearts
to turn us from Satan onto God
what matters most is a thought that is pure
through the duration of time we have created a rhyme
deep inside we got pains that hide
throughout our life we can undergo a notion of exploration
there is an opening in my heart that will light a simple spark to what we need to know
nestled in the very fabric of man's existence is used to shun the resistance at every circumstance...
Among the garbage and the flowers
People will unfold hearts will become cold there will be ears dull in hearing sadness in the stars & moon many will suffer in silence amidst the rage in violence people running to & fro tempers on fire as everyone is doing what is right in
The bones are brittle
as are the thoughts
they crumble
events of yesterdays that never happened
things that happened not remembered
today becomes another time
faces and events mingle
as an erection ready to burst
inside the sweat of my hand let the reader understand
through towers that enncompass a rich epitaph
my soul permeates a lasting faith
through borrowed pews with the latest news
trapped within the very impulse of our loved beneath the perplexing ambush
we close the door of brevity with a slight adjustment of the hand when will we understand
from his childhood dreams
out sitting on his swing
from his mommas tender means
he shed them in his youth while letting loose
as the king would grow he had moments to show
who do we seek when the bottom falls out
when you can't even think to dismiss this earthly bliss with a time well spent in thought
such as the razor's edge we release the stern warning toward one another
The claws of the creature
that once tore into the tapestry
of my mind are dulled
The unraveling has ceased
but not without
leaving behind wide
fraying gaps
Weaving together
To the girl sitting by herself in English class:
I saw you today, sitting by yourself
I thought it was odd.
You usually have so much to talk about
And you don't think that we listen
But we do.
got a grenade in my pocket so you say Fuck it
have to go pee and there's no place to turn well turn
turn to the plastic bottle as your friend something you can depend
so you throw up in your mouth and you bitch & pout
the weight of the world came crashing down
thoughts of suicide and I'm running wild
one can climax in a dream with an evil scream
all your weight falls on me it brings me down
eyes, hands & feet
I go by many names
Depending on who calls me.
They call me madam secretary, kaif, keith, Nazarene, anak, ate
That one girl with that long ass last name
The b word, the w word, the abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz word
come with me to a tranquil place
alone in the vast silence of your heart
there you pray for a full surrender
to the one we have to do
love has gained it also has lost
humanities heaviest of cost
as a child I had dreams with visions in my mind
I sought peace from nature & grasp meaning of words
asking a lot of questions along life's journey
my grandma always said, "Why be in a hurry".
You seem to think your the man with the plan
But without God you have nothing to stand
Seem to be in control but your really out of it
But that's a vice in hom Satan rolls
inside we hide behind four wheels that bind
I'm the man on the mic that's my right
the virtual Houdini always shining
but deep inside I got pain that hides
eating away my delivery of who I be
so I kick it to the curb at your word
I was once out in the desert with a friend
A sandy place with whom one can depend
One lone green cactus in the center
We have been walking for miles
Looking for a rich source of water
You will never do enough for some people in this world
cause there being blinded by sin, self & Satan
just be the best that you could be
you take out the garbage & fold the clothes
Every brick is different
each has a name
responibility is heavy
not as heavy as insecurity
not a heavy as standards
each brick stacks up
slowly
yet not slow at all
each brick yells
one day all your tears will turn into smiles
and all the nights you cried your self to sleep
will be the nights you laughed with your friends
those nights you lied awake with no luck in sleeping
I am like a raindrop full of pain.Falling out of the skybecause my life was just a lie.Spinning to the groundwithout making a sound.I knew my life would never last.So now I think of my pastas life around me goes flying past.In my eyes goes memorie
To the Person I was I was self-hating, self absorbed I was a follower I was shy I was quiet I was invisible To the Pearson I am now I am curious I am outspoken I am socially aware I am not sleeping anymore I am the black girl with the fist up The
What am I thankful for?
I am thankful I am not in the streets but surrounded by people that love me,
not in a gang or or selling dope but always around kindness and hope.
Not all who wander are lost, they say
But she will be wandering
Every night and day
Searching for the girl she wants to be
But all she finds is the girl she sees
Sunshine and tired eyes
Sleep deprived and fueled on weak caffiene
Crumbling smiles and fake laughter
Shining stars and weary eyes
Insomnia and scary minds
Cascading fears and silent cries
