Tag: Poetry

I Wear No Mask

by Tyrell Jones

I wear no mask,
I’m not as bad as I was in the past,
I’m in pain from the war I had fought,
Put down the guns, open yours eyes and see what the world has become,
Growing up as a child it was fun, now I have bills and a lot more funds,
It was fun, running around playing cops and robbers with toy guns looking up at the sky wondering what would I become….

A lost mind
with a lost soul
Groveling and scratching for more
but….
All I got was a closed door.

 
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This Is Me

by Shaimel Steadwell

I am a poet worth hearing
I am da street dat u walk along
I am the voice trying to be heard
I am da face no one knows
I am da happy soul who found love
I am the one no one cares about
I am da one who cares for all
I am the light that guides u home
I am da silent angle no one will know
I am the headache dat kills u
I am da peace dat keeps u going
I am the story dat keeps going on with no end
I am the bar dat holds these cell walls together
I am agony that annoys u
I am her’s she is mine
I am the student who doesn’t want 2 learn
I am the devil plotting an evil scam
I am the dream u never wake up from
I am the poet who lives with in u
I am the strongest u’ll ever see me
I am life
I am death
I am the downfall u pray upon
I am the horizon u see
I am the moon with no filter
I am the sun with no radiation
I am the A/C dat keeps u cool
I am the heat dat kills
I am the faith u can’t seem to catch up with
I am the thought on your mind
I am the house u my never like
I am the best there ever will be
I am Shaimel
Thank u for hearing me out
This is me

 
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Poet Lost

by Miguel Alverio

Whatever happened to the days of
“Damn, you nice, Poet!!”
To the days of
“Keep up the fight, Poet!”
To the days
Texts at 1:00 AM
“Don’t let them put out your light, Poet!”
Trickled down to
The days of
Poet gone, so now they don’t even write Poet?
But, I’m more like
It’s aight Poet
Give them their thousand days
And thousand nights Poet
Get your body and mind right, Poet
Cause if a caged bird could sing
Then a bird with clipped wings
Could take flight Poet!!!!
Poetry lost
Due to a higher cost
For a lower cause
Poetry lost
But poetically accounted for

 
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Her Tearful Death

by Ryan Bennett

Crying on the inside,
where tears are unseen.
The only peace felt,
is in her dreams.

Outside she smiles,
while her heart frowns.
Very bruised from being hurt.
Will it ever fall down?

Dying is her spirit.
Despair fills her mind.
Wishing for a healing,
that she can never find.

Numb are her feelings,
and tired of being hurt.
With love comes hate
and tears to drown the dirt.

When she hopes for better,
what comes is worse.
Which leads her to believe
that her heart is a curse.

Males came and went,
without remorse or care.
Taking so much of her love,
she barley has any to share.

Untrue when they smiled,
sneaky when they lied.
Barely did they try.
Alone she always cried.

So the actions of her past,
helped her take that step.
Take her last breath.
Search for a healing in death.

She’s in pain.
It runs through her veins.
She wants to spend
the rest of her life
in the cold rain.
That way,
her constant tears
won’t stand out
and maybe the rain
can wash the pain out.
In a flood of tears
are the bad memories and doubt.
Tears join the rain
caught by the soil.
Still, she feels agony,
hate and turmoil.
She died in her dreams
with a smile on her face.
The open flood gates
are the lids to her eyes.
So even though in her dream,
she was able to die;
when the rain stopped,
her corpse began to cry.

 

 
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A Moment Ago

by Shamirra Malloy

A moment ago,
we were friends, we laughed, we played, we hung out all day.
A moment ago,
you were all I needed. Without you, I couldn’t breathe. I felt it deep within me.
A moment ago,
I had dreams, fantasies of a great life –
houses, cars, everything nice.
The fresh sent of pine trees when the wind breeze passed me,
stairs so deep words didn’t have to be use to express what love truly meant.
A moment ago,
passion wasn’t a question. It felt like something that was supposed to be.
Nothing mattered as long as you were here with me –
loving me, holding me, kissing me and wanting me.
A moment ago,
I felt like we were the perfect Bonnie & Clyde.
I told you all my secrets. There was no reason to lie.
Anything you needed I never denied. I gave you all of me.
Never felt like I had to hide. Just a moment ago.
A moment ago,
I was your queen. To you, I bling iced out without diamond rings.
I was the star in your eyes bright like the sun. My everything. You called, I run.
Just a moment ago,
your love gave me hope
that there’s a chance I would be able to love again,
trust someone,
feel like someone.
But, thanks to you that was
just a moment ago.

 
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I Had A Dream

by Daniel Cotto

My brothers and sisters
A long time ago
Yeah
A very long time ago
When I was lost
Lonely
And broke
I had a dream
That
Daniel
Would rise from the ashes
I had a dream
That those ghetto ashes
Would be burnt up
Crack pipe ashes
I had a dream
That my life
Would turn
To diamonds
I had a dream
That I would
Shine like glitter
I had that dream
That only young boys
Have
Fast cars
Fast money
Fast times
Fast women
Not girls
Would dance
For a dream
I had a dream
That I would shine
Turn my life
Around
Play on a baseball
Mound
I had a dream
That success
For me would
Come on a highway
Going from here to yonder
I had a dream
That Coxsackie
Attica
Comstock
Auburn
Walls would burn
So I could walk
Upon their burning
Ashes
A free man

 
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Thank you, Fortune Society

by Ireal K. Jacobs

My number was 86*33
I was a difficult individual
Fortune warriors suited up for the challenge
and concur on their operation of helping
and building up
My self-foundation
My temple
I allowed it to be hurt, bruised.
They refuel
My mind with good self-knowledge
and got me ready to uplift myself as well as others
I’d like to say thank you to all who assist in their duties to
transform
a tainted heart.
A heart that believed it was pumping the right methods
Know that I feel good
Feel amazing and grateful
Salute to Fortune
and all members for making it happen and possible for me
to help another that’s tragically lost in their development,
believing that there’s no light on the other side
Not government
Staying out the radar.
Thank you Fortune
and god bless.

 
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Fortress of Solitude

by Dimitrios Zia

You kept me safe in such a small space
Looking at the blurry mirror encompassing my sullen face
Pictures on the wall making me escape
Wish I wouldn’t use toothpaste…
Can I get some freaking tape?
Making a commitment…
Morning, afternoon and night.
Lay low and be respectful…
Can’t get into another fight.
Looking out the window, no view worth to see
All alone with my thoughts…
Somebody save me!!

 
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Nightmare

by Mic Ruiz

A ladder, chain in command,
chains, wrists, clicks of grip,
manipulation, generation with kids,
perception perceived as leaders,
a free world, nightmares of imprisonment,
a dollar here, a dollar heard,
a dollar here, makes a dollar worth,
free young mind, don’t get slaved,
with one more thought neglects more change.

government, government,
why I thank you,
my trip to a new day,
made me safe in this school,
my mommy just kissed me,
my dad paid the bills,
these new clothes I’m wearing,
made a smile with thrills,
knock, knock who’s there,
FBI at the door,
you said there’s a warrant,
called my mother a whore,
why mr. officer are you flashing a gun,
what did I do, I’m just a kid as a son,
wait that’s my daddy,
please no don’t hurt him,
what is him selling drugs
if there’s bills to go service,
pow – gunshot sound.

R.I.P. father, I’m the boss of the town,
cooked crack to dope, even pounds of the loud,
a shot of this henny, I’m drinking 4 you,
even my homies that dead would be proud of this too,
those cops that has killed you,
they’re buried in grave,
I’m stuck in this cell,
still make money in days,
I come home in 5,
my momma might die
I’m just left with a why
are we made for these ways.

child, child
I control all this world,
from you, your dad,
even the birth of your girl,
a cycle repeated,
I’m considered a leader,
the earth that you stand
is considered my world,
shoot, kill, and massacre,
make the news see it different,
make the world see us good,
make the rest seen as different,
you sell drugs to live,
I’ll control all the currents,
the current of currency
is mine till I perish.

 
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That Someone.

by Ryan Bennett

There’s someone that didn’t love me,
Until I let my freedom go.
They never helped me find myself,
Or plant a seed to help me grow.
They never aided me in problems.
I would struggle on my own.
And when my eyes were taking showers,
They would watch me cry alone.

They never helped me live my dreams,
Because they saw them all as waste.
All the times I was in danger,
They weren’t there to keep me safe.
When I felt good about myself,
They would never once relate.
And when I stressed myself for love,
They would stress me out with hate.

If I ever thought to quit,
They would advertise my doubt.
They also helped my demons,
Try to push my goodness out.
When I wished to speak the truth
they put a muzzle over my mouth,
And darkened up my sky
As they dragged me further south.

If I ever needed company
To smile with me for long,
they would bring me many frowns,
As if to smile is very wrong.
If my depression wished to dance,
I would play the saddest song.
And if I ever had free time,
I’d spend it where I don’t belong.

This person never left me,
But still we were strangers.
Holding each other’s hand,
While we were both traitors.
Our grip was secure,
But the distance was greater.
Gave each other drugs,
And alcohol came later.

Then I let my freedom go,
By choosing to lose it.
By doing evil things,
Sins of boredom, acting foolish.
I was sent away to a place
Where freedom is in music,
Different ways to change yourself,
And the freedom to be foolish.

It was in that place,
Where I needed to be.
To witness the importance,
Of living life free.
Even to that place,
That someone followed me.
The identity of this person,
Means a whole lot to me.

That someone is talented.
That someone is free.
That someone is kind,
He doesn’t practice greed.
That someone can find,
Himself in me.
His name is Ryan Bennett.
That someone is me.

 
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