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Poetry · Writing

Ladders

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the night to the day to the, light

all we can do is shoot up, right

baby baby baby give it that time

pennies don’t turn changes to dimes over night

put the ladder all the way up ’til we touchin’ the sky

a world of dreams will never be this high

somehow we gotta find a way;

i wouldn’t wait forever

just shoot your shot

we don’t need no more, no extra

we all we got;

action-

let it be a reaction

just a mental attraction

fighting invisble water

this hole is my alma mater

in love with a lie

thought i could fly

just wanna feel that free

fuck it all if it all ain’t me

somehow we gotta find a way-

 

 

 

Poetry · Writing

torx

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i find myself closer to the bottom of the tool box

used only in extreme cases

every once in awhile

but forgotten when everything is good;

i get it

when the roof isn’t leaking

the drawer rolls perfectly

i belong in the tool box

just wanted to be more

Poetry · Writing

green screen

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i love the way

you exist in this world with a smile;

dark clouds only over the horizon

your temprate ignites that darkness

leaving your forecast clear and sunny-

others will call it a fake

a green screen over everything

but i’ve been in that studio

they haven’t seen the production

your light cultivates;

Poetry · Writing

grateful in hazel;

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back back

you waaaay in the back

i’ve seen you before

not there or here your

the one that called me brown boy at school

i haven’t forgotten, but i am sure you have

it didn’t bother me because it was true

the way your friends laughed didn’t bother me

they were on your side, your team, your family

what hurt was that you are brown too,

was your brown- different? better?

like you went to an appraisal

they said you were faithful grateful in hazel

and i unstable;

like your brown was better then mine

i was the dirty that was ruining your good name;

and now i see you in the back of the room

looking at me with your hazel eyes

i’m sorry i was the dirt on the bottom of your shoes

for you were the worry on my pages;

i envyed your brown so i chased it

only to find me here talking to you

Poetry · Writing

the one piggy that got away

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raised with bricks

stacked high with a peep hole

just can barely see out

cold stays in

life stays out-

this was fine

no really i prefered it this way

all the big bads would come

brothers and sisters dissapear

but i was good;

pretended not to hear their screams

pretended not to care

pretended not to be home

that keeps me up at night

they rebuild out there

and i’m still in here waiting

for

something;

if they can’t get in

how can i get out

seems air tight

so how am i still breathing

a dream of butterflys

shattering these bricks like glass

i’ll be gone- so fucking gone

maybe to find those taken

those that never had a chance

or to feel everything that i could only dream of;

i hear the big bads coming again

they can’t stop them

all i have our ears preparing for horror

it’s safe here

it’s safe here

Poetry · Writing

memory lane-

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when you walked through that door

that door;

i fell

down

down

 

i remember my eyes opening

and never waking up

a dream

a dream so real i remember the smell of your hair

the sun on my arms

i remember it all;

like it happened yesterday

i don’t know if that day ever ended

i hope not;