thoughts from a young, black mind on a rampage • toronto girl • quarter century • harsh truth teller • realist • ssw • urbanite • concert kid • "poet" • hardcore reader • writer • blogger • http://nousepoetry.tumblr.com •
I remember when I had nothing but you It was a long time ago When I was younger, reckless, stupid It was at a time when I didn't know my worth A time where I didn't know how just how valuable I was...
So I'm a maniac. Doesn't matter because. So are you. I run through the nights a full speed. I run through my life at full speed. Oozing cravings. Drinking wants and needs. You are the same as me.
I never thought I'd care Because I never did Not once did I think about the possibilities about anything that I did Or that you did And if I'm truthful with myself I know that I'm still not...
the higher ups are on their own trip. the world surrounds them. their elevated stance. their powerful walk. they believe that everyone is here for. godly measures of molten servitude.
Over stuffing yourself as a poor hood kid is something certain people will never understand. We can both look up and visualize the same pink sky, but only you will see beauty.
What do I want. I can honestly say I have absolutely no clue.
We travel by night and it's a terrifying time It really is You never know what's there lurking in the shadows Ready to hurt you at any moment Ready to inflict a pain that will echo into eternity...
Out there the world goes on without me The sky melts from blue to orange to pink to black each night and into reverse order in the morning No one cares about what's hidden behind every door Every...
I sit inside and I creep you Think about all the ways you could have been And should have been mine About the moments back then when you were there right under my nose and yet not even a sideways...
Sometimes I feel like my blood is dirty. Filled with fish scales and mussels of some sort waiting to tell me that. I have cancer or the unthinkable. Sometimes I feel so contaminated.
You should be somewhere better. But you're not. You're here with us. Being complacent. Having the biggest shirt money would allow. That you need for all the feathers. Do you feel resentful.
I know that feeling What it feels like to walk around blind To want something so badly I can taste it To stop everywhere at any time because I can't stop thinking about the way the hair curls on...
I wonder what it would be like to wonder the streets alone. The streets of France or maybe Italy.
I live in the black The darkness inside brown eyes that relish time I have a filthy fucking mind Uncontrollable I will not apologize for my demeanour or style or the fact that I'm wild and don't...
Should we be ashamed to admit when we need a helping hand.
I got over going out alone. Got over there being no one to shield me No one to defend me should trouble arise. I got over all that shit And started to live.
I'd been sending covert messages from a locale that was neither here nor there Communications begging for aid for myself and all the others within my reach Unsure who they would reach I kept sending...
I'm curious as to why poets are poets Are we all as fucked up as everyone thinks we are. Perpetual rage against the machine..
I'm afraid Afraid to share myself Afraid to be open To tell the truth Even though I do it all the time The fear is crippling It takes so much to speak To open my mouth To breathe But I...
They should make a tag that says Poem, Rambling..
I operate from the standpoint of real. No pretense needed. I operate from that standpoint that wants to explain how i feel and get it out in the open.
I had so many words to share Intriguing thoughts on Life and Love Loss and Gain Only to have them be lost Fallen victim to the abyss of my mind Mainly because I couldn't catch them in time..
I allow you to suck me dry Drain me of all my energy with your twisting, turning and bending of reality Woe is you AND me Fighting out the time spent Consolation vs Devastation You are a...
Fuck is a beautiful term. It has so many uses. People are terrified and liberated by it. We need it to continue on. To express both the simplest and most complex of emotions.