Category: poems

2017

I feel like, in a past life
I was a drummer. And in
another past life I was a
dolphin. And, in between
those two former existences
I was a hexagon that wanted
to be a circle.

I can feel it,
coursing through, within,
like an undercurrent that cannot be sensed,
cannot be caught on radar
unless by casual curiosity:
a blasé desire to consider
the commonality in the
intangible, the metaphysical;
to breathe life into a simple moment,
into a feeling;
to give shape to a sensation:
a vanilla daydream,
an instance of imaginative brevity,
all of which are dealt with
a sort of colloquial reverence.

Soothe my soul like the cool side of the pillow, Like a cool crisp early October morning,Like good news right on time, A feeling that doesn’t have to be explained because we’re on one accord, Like we can afford to waste anymore time,
Ease my mind
Refresh my spirit,
Make me want to live with fervor, Live life with a renewed purpose, Purposely passionately running towards destiny, To a place we have plenty but we aren’t complacent, The moon and stars are our basement as we reach higher together, Arms wrapped around forever like a last first embrace, Too excited to hold on and yet scared to let go,
Ease my mind
Tell me I’m your last first thought,
Tell me I’m needed like air,
Tell me I’m hidden in your purpose,
Tell me I’m your best friend,
Tell me I was a terrible mistake that was so right,
Tell me you are sad when we fight,
Tell me I’m sexy,intelligent,irresistible
Tell me you love me,
And I don’t question it,

Ease my mind

The color of my skin is Despair.
It cries a flooding river.
Screams no words, only feelings.
Feels only pain.
Despair cloakes my eyes and wilts my soul.
Murky dreary gloomy are my home.

I don’t want you to know what I feel inside,
But despite this I want to be reconciled.
Too petrified to talk,
Despair’s language is fear.
What if you don’t like what you hear?

You can’t understand what you haven’t been told.
Dad, no wonder our relationship is so cold.
Scamper off joyful mother, defiance leads the way.
There is no clean air, for I only breathe Despair.

Inside this golden egg,
Isn’t the student you treasure.
Why tarnish when you can shine?
I’m just leaving the real me behind.

Is this why I can’t breathe?
Is this the cause of my anxiety?
Despair forever surrounding me.
Bottomless pit of stomping butterflies,
The more I think about them, the more they multiply.
Not good enough, too skinny, more more more insecurities….

Wait.

I’m trying something new.
Despair, loosen your hold.
Be honest, girl, be bold.
It’s okay if your truth doesn’t fit into society’s mold.

The strength required
is already within you.
Eradicate Despair forever.

Rainbows paint the golden glistening sky,
The flood is drying up and I can see the sun.
My soul is flourishing.

“Why is my life so full of pain”, he asked?
Boy hush u only nine what you know about sadness?
See now I been out in the rain.. I know about some things.
Like when your mother die and they tell you not to try cry…
Or when your so called husband beat u bc he just floating by yea I seen some things…
I seen the big yellow sun shine so brightly while a friend of mine was being killed so violently.
But ma I don’t mean to cut u off but I go through some things..
Like when my best friend got bruises on his back the one with holes in all 3 slacks.
Or when he come spend the night but really it’s because he don’t have lights..
And I hate it when he don’t eat over the weekend till Monday..
But it’s only because his mother don’t give a fuck and his dad is some whacked out nut..
See ma I been out in the rain…I know about some things…

It’s not always easy

To smile in a crowd

To forgive when it hurts

Or stay quiet when its loud

Quite contrary to popular belief

That a black man could one day be

His family’s guide out of poverty

Oh how I hope that’s me

Unfortunate that it would be

That his best friend would be locked away

It’s been over 2 years now

Since his brother graced the ground of the penitentiary

As for his dreams, they’re somehow coming true

In the mist of his disarray

Level headed, goal oriented but don’t think he’s perfect

Most of us are built that way

But his face reveals the stripes that are

So deeply imprinted on his back

And the tears he cries are the evidence of hurt he feels

When he thinks of loved ones he can’t bring back

Now the only mission left on this side

Is to keep young people awoken

And he knows that he must do this

Even in the midst of being broken

Having thrown the dice and bellied up,
How now do I feel?
Mostly empty,
A heavy stone in my chest,
Doubting many things but one,
I was right.

Not a lot of consolation,
But perhaps a salvation.
Knowing better now
That I can always keep going.
I figure she
Really lost, but don’t
Really know.

I find it doesn’t matter, and
It always matters.
To offer what you have
In innocence and trust,
To risk, to give, even
To lose,
Is to live ever on the edge,
Lungs Full
Of Anticipated Laughter.

Michael Tidwell
tidmgt@gmail.com

Endless colors reflect in the glass
Thru the shadows
Behind the barman’s shoulder,
Which moves with the rhythm
Of glasses being dried.

On the left speaks a man
With a loud tie and voice,
Of big deals made and
Small opponents beaten,
Impressing his son’s date
But boring his wife.

On the next stool over
Is a homely man,
Tall even when sitting.
He writes on a napkin
Of something sad or lost,
For one can read the words on his face.

At the end of the bar top
Drink three young men,
Smiling fraudulently at
The women who are not there.

Filling the candled tables
Sit a living spectrum
Of dreams, fear, desire;
Of every emotion of Life,
Submerged, hidden,
To be played in the game
As needed.

At the center, drink empty,
One man observes, alone.
Standing, he pays the tab,
Then runs to the car
In the rain.

Michael Tidwell
tidmgt@gmail.com

She touched my heart with her finger, I didn’t see it coming…
She flashed a smile and blinked her eye, letting me know her desires…
I cracked a half-ass smile and let her know I am interested now what I asked…
Nothing more was said so I followed her lead what I found was that damn love bug shot me in my ass…
Called it love at first sight, hey I called God that blow my mind
She called me “Boo” and I responded with Bae…
Shit I thought I was through with that part of life, she brought “him” out and “him” was excited finally “him” found his favor…
How she touched my heart with her finger, we talked for hours I realized she was my destiny…
Wow! She touched my heart with her finger, I never seen it coming…
Shot by the love bug…
Had to take a minute to reflect with my God, I said God is she the one you chose for me?
God replied you never seen it coming she touched your heart with her finger…

The world was once new and full of potential
The years flowed like water in a stream
Mankind built amazing civilizations
We fought and died on battlefields
We reached for the stars
The world saw both great time and horrible times
The world never stands still and neither should we
We will always endeavor to make this world a better place to live in
We must remember one fact
Nothing is ever promised or guaranteed in this ever changing world

The Metamorphosis Of Madness
Written throughout the majority of 2016 by Montréal Morant (Song)Writer

My mind is racing a mile a minute
I feel like I finally reached the limit
How far can I go, what’s the distance
Before I break and end this existence

Trapped in my head within a world so scorned
Feasting on the drugs, the violence, the porn
I wanna escape, I feel so torn
Lost in this maze of roses and thorns

Drowning in guilt—trip after trip
Gasping for life, just wanting to live
Trying to salvage my relation-ships
Before they sink into the abyss

But how much longer can I handle this?
I’m on the verge of calling it quits
Losing my balance, beginning to slip
No sense of control. So sick of this shit!

Think this and that, I’ve lost my focus
Eating my insides are the locusts
This world’s so fake, it’s all so bogus
What’s it gonna take before we all scream “FUCK THIS!”?

Mindless drones we’ve fallen victim
Stuck to our phones it’s so damn sickening
And just like a fly we’re waiting to die
Glued to the paper we meet our demise

Shoving the future down our throats
Swallowing it whole ‘til it makes you choke
Shit out the past, cough up the present
What the fuck are we doing if we don’t make a difference?!

Worthless have our lives become
Behind the limelight we grow dumb
Memories lost in the blink of a Snap
As we chat away moments we’ll never get back

Looking elsewhere than within ourselves
Absentminded empty shells
Seeking a heaven while living a hell
Faking the smiles, we’re so overwhelmed

More likes, less love, all texts, what’s next?
The social incompetency to really connect
Leaves us unhappy and more depressed
Forming an overstimulated inferiority complex!

Blind as a bat in the middle of a crowd
No one can hear you no matter how loud
Muzzled by man like a chain fenced hound
Below the facade six feet underground

And from our awards for mediocrity
To our disguises in efficiency
Just open your eyes and you’ll begin to see
We’re more lazy than we could ever be

But the pressure’s rising to conform
So we must fight back against the norm
Before we ingest the chloroform
Of the manufactured and misinformed

We must embrace who we are
Don’t just set, be above the bar
Anything less is subpar
So push yourself no matter how far

Because limitations are your weakness
To what’s locked within your genius
So rest on that until your sleepless
As to why this leaves you sp…


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