Somethin like a fish out of water
Or lemon juice on an open wound.
Kinda like a deck of 51, &all you're missin' is the queen of hearts.
Like your body's ready to shut down
But your mind is racing
Cuz the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.
Life is full of nothin but mismatch socks& flat soda,
cuz knots are so easy to make,
yet a pain in the ass to take out.
The puniest papercuts are the ones that hurt the most,
&whenever you're lookin for zip-up hoodies,
All they carry are pull-overs.
No matter how many times I add& alter this poem,
The list goes on.
This ain't irony,
&I ain't tryna get deeply analytical;
These are just the beautiful mishaps of Life.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
This is to you, Holden Caufield.
a little background on the poem. i wrote it for an assignment in February (07) after reading The Catcher in the Rye. It's to Holden Caufield. if you haven't read the book yet, then go get yourself a copy at the library or something.
Fallin' apart
With a bed of concrete to soften your landing
Yeah, I been there.
Lookin' for a friend to be by your side
But all you find is a Scotch& Coke, with a hunting hat to hide behind
Hm, I know how you feel.
Lookin' for love
When females' natural scent is lust
Boy, ain't that the truth.
Exhausted from jumpin' into taxis& catchin' trains to get to the right place
When the streets only let you make left turns
I know, I'm on the same page.
Just watchin' your money fly out the window,
'Cause you're trying to fill that void
Please believe, I'm doin' the same thing.
We're tired of crying out of no where
Fed up with phonies
Done with dealin' with morons with inferiority complexes
Broken from Love
Or more like, the absence of it.
But please,
Don't feel alone
Because regardless the time difference
Leaving aside race or gender,
Despite our separate life stories,
We share the same pain.
Fallin' apart
With a bed of concrete to soften your landing
Yeah, I been there.
Lookin' for a friend to be by your side
But all you find is a Scotch& Coke, with a hunting hat to hide behind
Hm, I know how you feel.
Lookin' for love
When females' natural scent is lust
Boy, ain't that the truth.
Exhausted from jumpin' into taxis& catchin' trains to get to the right place
When the streets only let you make left turns
I know, I'm on the same page.
Just watchin' your money fly out the window,
'Cause you're trying to fill that void
Please believe, I'm doin' the same thing.
We're tired of crying out of no where
Fed up with phonies
Done with dealin' with morons with inferiority complexes
Broken from Love
Or more like, the absence of it.
But please,
Don't feel alone
Because regardless the time difference
Leaving aside race or gender,
Despite our separate life stories,
We share the same pain.
Truth Is.
I'm not sick
although i feel like throwing up
neglecting their freedom of speech
people choose silence over the privilege to verbally teach
because they're too afraid to stand up& speak
so you're trapped in your box of adversity
you mime your way through things
you now
conform to perform on your platform of
lies that you tell
every time that you tell
the world that you're fine
when you're really just blind
you built your walls up so high that youre shielding yourself from the truth
truth is
no matter how many Iraqis we kill,
the war is still not over
truth is
no matter how many showers you take,
it wont wash away your guilt
(that's called an apology.)
truth is
no matter how loud your turn up the music or how many hours you sleep or how many drugs you take or scars you make or poems you write,
your problems will still be
your problems
so face it,
high school popularity wont help your career
your brand new jordans were made by a little asian boy that gets paid less than a dollar a day
ignorance is the most harmful thing you can give into
admit it
embrace it
acknowledge it
cuz the truth will set you free.
although i feel like throwing up
neglecting their freedom of speech
people choose silence over the privilege to verbally teach
because they're too afraid to stand up& speak
so you're trapped in your box of adversity
you mime your way through things
you now
conform to perform on your platform of
lies that you tell
every time that you tell
the world that you're fine
when you're really just blind
you built your walls up so high that youre shielding yourself from the truth
truth is
no matter how many Iraqis we kill,
the war is still not over
truth is
no matter how many showers you take,
it wont wash away your guilt
(that's called an apology.)
truth is
no matter how loud your turn up the music or how many hours you sleep or how many drugs you take or scars you make or poems you write,
your problems will still be
your problems
so face it,
high school popularity wont help your career
your brand new jordans were made by a little asian boy that gets paid less than a dollar a day
ignorance is the most harmful thing you can give into
admit it
embrace it
acknowledge it
cuz the truth will set you free.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Love Happens Nonetheless.
Beautifully bittersweet
Yet I painstakingly pardon you
Through miscommunicated misunderstanding
&misunderstood miscommunication
The only thing that gets us through it
Is Love
Besides the fact that
I've written poems to you, for you& about you
Most of which you don't take out the time to hear
I'm not in it for the chase,
Cuz you& I both understand that
I'm not in it for kicks.
Or clothes& gifts for that matter.
I'm your better half
Matter fact...I'm your better 80%
Cuz the 80-20 rule couldn't be more true
You hold my hand
So I ask if this means you love me
You say, "only for today."
This is the game that we play.
Despite the red Valentine hearts filled with sweets,
I have rotted to the core;
This is more like a Halloween trick without the treat.
purple heart cuz I'm holdin my breath
That stale bubble of air that's stuck in my chest.
I just need to find the right moment
When it's
Okay
To just
Exhale.
Fallen out of love-
Or more like
Climbed out with my bare hands
I don't even like writing about love
&here you got me exposing myself
&left a hole in my walls that you crashed down
So now you're leavin just as fast as you came in.
Now I see,
Through the grander scheme of things,
That God planned to be most present in my flaws& mistakes.
So when he opened up the heavens& sent me thru the fire of you
I gotta get burned, &call it a lesson learned.
I guess its true that
Love was never meant for
You& me
But hey,
This is just another bittersweet love poem written to you, for you& about you,
That you haven't taken the time out to hear.
Yet I painstakingly pardon you
Through miscommunicated misunderstanding
&misunderstood miscommunication
The only thing that gets us through it
Is Love
Besides the fact that
I've written poems to you, for you& about you
Most of which you don't take out the time to hear
I'm not in it for the chase,
Cuz you& I both understand that
I'm not in it for kicks.
Or clothes& gifts for that matter.
I'm your better half
Matter fact...I'm your better 80%
Cuz the 80-20 rule couldn't be more true
You hold my hand
So I ask if this means you love me
You say, "only for today."
This is the game that we play.
Despite the red Valentine hearts filled with sweets,
I have rotted to the core;
This is more like a Halloween trick without the treat.
purple heart cuz I'm holdin my breath
That stale bubble of air that's stuck in my chest.
I just need to find the right moment
When it's
Okay
To just
Exhale.
Fallen out of love-
Or more like
Climbed out with my bare hands
I don't even like writing about love
&here you got me exposing myself
&left a hole in my walls that you crashed down
So now you're leavin just as fast as you came in.
Now I see,
Through the grander scheme of things,
That God planned to be most present in my flaws& mistakes.
So when he opened up the heavens& sent me thru the fire of you
I gotta get burned, &call it a lesson learned.
I guess its true that
Love was never meant for
You& me
But hey,
This is just another bittersweet love poem written to you, for you& about you,
That you haven't taken the time out to hear.
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