nonconformity
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The lips of my brain
Were born to be insane
Driven to rust
Life was clearly my lust
My worth defined by dirty words that often weren't even heard
A soulful sorrow of judgement
Humidity is a bitch to me. It’s alive.
Sitting on cement, slapped fresh by Texas afternoon rain.
Microscopic droplets carry home, lingering oils resting on cheeks.
Clouds from above float through chambers of my lungs.
Scratch our story into skin
flip my pages thin
you’ll never forget me.
Justify my every move
to conform to nothing in my
naked mind.
You assure me I’m alive
My eyes are wildflowers
Dirt roads. Weeds and
Willow trees
Main stream is cement.
Dead.
My dreams must live and breathe
I won’t be
anything but myself.
Otherness.
Dear outsider,
I've never seen you before,
perhaps because I'm blind.
Blind to the hidden beauty of the world.
Blind to potential.
Blind to unconventional people,
I, a nonconformist with melanin, that's a death wish! Well give me liberty or give me death push me out the nest and wish me the best!
Sitting on this moldy sofa
At this boring party
Everyone around me
Acting like they’re the hottest thing
I’m watching them all
Pondering
All the life advice I’ve heard
About individuality
My mind is a portal to worlds of possibilities of success. There I sit in my imaginary kingdom of ease and finesse While I caress my thoughts of future glory and a new kind of persona- A man that will generate much fame and renown.
please beware
the end is near
when it gets here
i expect you to care
if you do
then head my advice
if you dont
youve been warned
for when we reach
the end the rope
Defiance be not so untrue
A fire to be fanned
A child to be nurtured
Let nothing be unquestioned
If the minds shrink life will not swell
Let the mind and soul flow
Hearts of the people will never die
Your moonbeam eyes
eclipsed by all these black hole nights
where shadows come to play
waning away
at your apocalyptic dreams
of atoms splitting at the seams
fracturing your
The walls just keep crumbling...
Into the sea in which I keep fumbling
As I looked upon the water something I wasn't able to see
A reflection of my world and the reflection of me
We line up like marching ants
We listen to the Queen Bee.
Tell me what to do
Tell me what to be
I sweat
I smell
I stress
The #2 pencil shakes in my hand
The aesthetic beauty of the mind to behold.
Not one can abate my hunger, my disease,
I've come upon these thoughts to ponder,
The substantial blank you bring appease.
To whom to which the eyes behold,
I saw a million people
Standing on a hill,
Under the grey and square sky.
When I went to ask them,
What they were doing,
They remained silent.
One day,
The lights will glint off this finger
and catch the eye of others
who shall see and be
something like Expectant or Jealous or--
Something Else that will make me feel more or less
