A Song Of Myself

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42° 19' 18.5664" N, 71° 5' 18.2544" W

I am not myself without others

2 strangers fuse eyes like an eclipse hovering over a smog choked sky
their matching stares develop into a 9 month stage that creates a wonder
crowds of people wait in anticipation for the coming of the belle

Jameesa R. Dumas

16 years represented as a savvy alluring being
much like Bugs Bunny and his bright ways to escape death from the committed poacher
i love the skeptics that look at all the facts and make a logical decision
i hate the non believers who see all the facts and the logic and still dont believe in the impossible
my knuckle headed big brother blames all of his troubles on the illuminati
dont think about how others effect you but how you can better yourself
persistently arguing on concrete facts
how can someone know so much about something they have 0 knowledge about
i love how ones actions can have more effect on you than themselves
but those actions to this piece of meat filled with electro connections-gray matter-every crease embodying a remembered forgotten memory
REFUSES to care
a nuisance
BLACK inky inhabited pit like a hushed night in the rainforest
filled with lively color
native remedies braiding a history across my tongue
mother headed tribes
crawling toward my hand as i lay and watch the earth takes relentless u-turns like a car who lost his directions
it has observed that this has happened too many times before
(3times)
wedding rings: bone-chilling, lost in the drain, each of the vows enclosed in the metal, surrounded by diamonds, sacrifice, a secret that is only shared between 2

2 people who shared the duty of love
love like russian roulette
each of us pull the searing trigger leaving an imprint for ages
hoping the swift lead bullet blasts us in the nucleus of our being
not everyone is shot
and those who werent....go for another round another shot another chance for nonfulfillment
restless at first
waiting to see what future awaits you
waiting to see who it fires but simultaneously becoming envious when it doesnt take place upon you
the ammunition impales through your incompetent flesh shards fragmenting its tenderness into your physique
the sweltering heat rises your temperature
that same heat that was used to make those bitter wedding rings that encompass those now meaningless vows

perspective determines everything
what does yours say about you (question mark)
in the little disordered bedroom she is awaken
by a different song every morning
sometimes miguel, other times earth,wind & fire and the stylistics
thoughts resurrecting from the night before
a cycle of remembrance that i cant vacate from

a permanent illustration describing love & music combined
love like checking your cell phone as soon as you wake up
“good morning boo boo”
only giving a hoot about their judgement
wanting to spend each and every second along their side
plastic bag over their head
suffocating them with sweet nothings

nothing that can shake off these turbulences
closed eyes like a can of trick peanuts
harnessing potential to surprise when opened
one moment before the revealing everything is
stationary
as quick as the turbulences stop-the eyes open
welcoming in a world she once tired to forget 25,000 feet in the air

I love the white illumination that comes from her mouth and her mouth and her mouth
mom monae samiyah
3 females laughter
laughter like a sunny day
wanting to be showered in the warmth
dripping down my mahogany exterior
coming up every so often to visit her family
NORTH CAROLINA vs BOSTON
separation anxiety kicks in as soon as the foot connects with the gravel
gravel as hard as that last goodbye
calling that distinct person every day to get through the day
unable to do it her own
no one can do anything on their own
growing up thinking that you are your own person
WRONG
you are not yourself without others

I am not myself with others

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