A man filled to the brim
with importance like a full pint
waiting to have his glass smashed
and the contents on the bar room floor
in a bar room brawl
or drunk or consumed
by time
I unlike have had my confidence dashed
my pint glass gone it’s contents drunk
I skulk in the background
I was only ever a lemonade man
in the shade never seen or scanned
by eyes
my life never pretty lies.
I remember my dad calling me a hobbledehoy
neither man or boy
teen ageing is hard
I became a wild card
bottling up my emotions and becoming unstable
I remember the good days and bad
But at sixteen
in my wild dreams
I broke down in sobs and screams
at eighteen
I was diagnosed schizophrenic
but I realise that madness is a pandemic
and most of us will flounder
in its sea of tears
Even if you one kind thing to one person today
It will brighten their day
we go out searching for massive change
Don’t forget that kind act, rearrange your mind do that one kind action
don’t lose your heart
you mean the world to that one person
or two
may people be inspired by the poetry of what you do
the act of kindness inspired by you.
Real men
Real men know about issues
real men are not afraid to wipe tears with tissues
real men support their partners
real men are in touch with their emotions and mental health
real men strive to succeed
real men live to love and love to live
and they forgive
they have ambitions
and plan with precision
it is their mission
to protect, and nurture their family and friends
real men treat people with respect and know the message it sends.
If I could cry your tears
fight your fears
if I could rattle ignorance’s cage
this would be the war I’d wage.
If I could give you back the light in your eyes
put the truth where angels cry
if I could give you the words to bring hope
I know you’d live and cope.
If I could take your violence, your silence
and give you expression
If I could take the promises you broke
and grant you the rest to be awoken
From the madness that taken your love and potential
and show you the stars shine for us all
I would pick you up from your fall
and guide you to a new dawn
for the words have been born anew
the story lies with me and you
and you can make it through
the heartache and maddening pain
you can find your rainbow in the rain.
Because you’re worth it
spend your money
Just do it
What’s the worst that can happen
Think different
Ideas for life
impress the wife
don’t be evil
don’t be mean
Spend the green
the wonga
take out a loan
For everything else there is master card
don’t die alone
For life can be finger licking good
and I am loving it!
(I am getting rich
while your a slave on minimum wage)
corporation stacks up money
while people lose their souls
to betting shops
and capitalist companies control
who‘s really got your back
money gone like your spending it on crack.
I love you beyond the life I lead
Beyond the daydreams I had as a child
Beyond this cage of bone
Beyond the words I pray
I love you beyond the fabric of dark matter
Beyond the earth which houses my body
beyond belief and believing
beyond the sands of time
beyond gravity which holds me down
beyond the demons of desperation
I love you beyond separation
Beyond my eyes which gaze
beyond music which sings out
In the blackest hope I will find you
and I will grasp your hand
sit with you and make you understand
You never see my pain
behind the cold rain
I hide them all the same
A so called weirdo
I don’t choose to be schizophrenic
it’s God’s epidemic
when the cave man called to the divine
when he spoke to the trees
as gods when he believed
did you think the ones who didn’t believe
tormented him yes they probably did
but without looking outside our shell
we can’t see heaven or hell
and if you don’t look science as well.
In Stories written
I am smitten by hero or heroin
Life is stranger that the art we stare in
fairy tale romances underneath the surface glances
uncovers a setting
But I am betting you couldn’t of picked a better villain from your library book
But look,
and you will see
that there is a reason behind
their evil mentality.
It starts with there parents story
as it recycles on
Unhappiness detachment from love
is a somber song
sometimes played from a harp.
We are not the people who we thought
we are the stories we tell ourselves
the book our character is the one we tell ourselves we ought to play
but in the light of day
and in the night time
we hold onto the person we’ve told ourselves
we are,
whether we are lion king
or scar
we are not the character written on our forehead by god or the stars
we are the character fashioned and shaped by life our parents and ourselves
But do you know we can change our fortunes by changing the way we think
about ourselves in our own head
by burying the past and leaving it for dead.
Mind boggling
Google goggling
4D
Dimensions of reality
technicolour explosions of light
Interwoven into our sight
Surround sound system
Crisper than crisp crackling
boomier than a bass dropping sound woofer
audio clarity crystal clear
name dropping colour trapping
sound mapping
Sonic flow
whats is better than this I don’t know…
Interface your internet
Respect your Ciri dialect
reality vivaciously virtual
turn on your super clean washing machine
from out of the house
when you not even there
pay for play for
Must have Netflix
your next hit
Prime time video
orgasmatron specs
supernatural sex
With robots please respect
Flex your pecs at the drive in gym
super slim
wide on
Touch screen
latex rubber dream
machine
Stupendous short skirted
Pert nippled
waxed laced and bowed down
In an avalanche of grace
Beautifully designed
apple stacked
peach backed
ass clapped
wrapped in platinum and gold
Liquor
gigantic
Ginormous
credit busting
luscious fruity delicious
prized pricks
that will make you desire
Fiery flames
Floating toting
Great balls of fire
and jerk fireworks.
Repository of former battles of the mind and reborn as a record of various forms of strength and hope.
Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
Writing creatively: fiction, poetry and life writing.
Poetry, free verse, haiku, senryu, photography, books, art, philosophy , nature, literature.
The work and ramblings of an 19 year old actress/writer. Monologues. Poetry. Spoken word. Articles.
Word-Experimentalist
Changing the world, one word at a time.
science professor with a penchant for poetry
Dabbles in writing, loves music and nature. Sierra Leonean
