2018
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A lot can happen in a moment.
It may be dim, or a change that's brilliant.
The end of one life, the start of another;
A war waging between sister and brother.
Sometimes it's a small change, sometimes large,
The past three years have been the
hardest
strongest
most vulnerable
time of my life.
2016
granny died suddenly, stage 4 pancreatic cancer
two weeks,
three days,
gone.
Press start to begin
Fighter thrown into battle
Decked out in armor
It is just a game
It’s a game you want to win
Excited, you run
You raised me, seven-five-zero-six-three,
Biryani, and sense of community.
“Most diverse zip code,” statistically.
Thank you for painting me the way I am.
The doors begin to open,
And time begins to flow,
As reality is broken,
A world begins as an embryo.
So much to do,
So much to learn,
Dreams die;
some after the dreamer deceases,
some before.
Perhaps this is because the world,
restless and translucent, demands great things
from every individual.
Poetry seemed easy;
A simple rhyming, kiddy-scheme.
If you look a little closer;
You'll find out what they might really mean.
So, You Should Never Read Poems With Your Eyes Closed.
The tranquility of the living earth
Has brought me peace inside
But mainly because the things I see
For others it will hide
As I coast along this busy world
I question myself here
Put that gun down
Young one.
You may be feeling red,
But you’ll be seeing red.
If you use that there gun.
It won’t solve
Nothing.
But cause a whole lot of
Dread,
The Message For Many
Words on the page,
All black, white and blue,
A message inside meant for one
But can be shared with many too
Run forward
While the wind pushes you back.
Raise your hands toward the sky,
Soon you’ll see the stars
That shyly hide behind the clouds.
Two Minutes
Every year, there are more and more damaged humans,
from every age, race, gender, and places.
Those predators are shameless and ruined
Your smoked filled eyes
Holding the thing in your hands,
Precious, you say.
Your smoked filled eyes,
Holding the lies you told me
“Friends”, you say
I get bitter when I think about you
Skin burning
Blood convulsing just below the surface
Angry not that you are gone
But at the way you left.
Call it what you must!
I dare you!
I dare you to use that tongue to dirty the air.
Let its smell spoil,your words
decomposition
what you said has expired, in this persent.
Title of poem: Miracle Dear Mom and Dad, When you first saw my eyes, I was a newborn Born at 23 weeks premature, a miracle As I grew, my parents were lyrical “Look at this baby, she is a miracle!”The doctors were doubtful, my parents were artful
Dear 2018,
A blank slate, I look upon this table rase,
And wonder what words shall soon appear on the ancient histories of this age.
C’est a-dire une revolution
Lately I’ve grown aware
Of my habit for lashing out, my cold fits
My disenchanting flare and I know
my pride's laid bare
Dear 2017,
I dont hate you,
As much as I wish I could.
Dear 2017,
You have taught me many lessons,
Including how to make love, hate, despise and let go.
Dear 2017,
You brought me many joys,
You have a little melanin, you're not welcome.
The scarf on your head and your loose clothes says you support terrorism,
go back to where you came from.
Real Friends are a rarity.
They come with consistency.
Prosperity.
And good qualities.
They are the ones
Who are always around
Not just when they need you,
October 7th, 2017
Today was a horrible day.
There have been more and more days like today.
And I met a boy.
He smokes cigarettes, and hits me when he drinks.
He tells me I am worthless.
