Hey everyone!!!
I wanted to bring to your attention that I created a Linktree account. Linktree is a platform that allows you to put all the links to your various online platforms in one place. If you got some time, check out my account! You’ll have access to all of the places that my poetry can be accessed! The link is below. Thank you!
08 Sunday Dec 2019
Tags
friend, friendship, lessons, notetoself, poem, poetry, Relationship, writing
A part of me still doesn’t believe in friendship
Well,
A part of me still believes I don’t deserve friendship.
So, I drop people like clouds drop rain
I never reach out
Like a weak WiFi signal.
But you’re out of range, so it doesn’t matter.
I don’t keep in touch, as if my phone had a shattered screen
And when somebody checks up on me
I get suspicious, and ask them why…
Okay, BOOM! Junior year of high school (2014). I got hit by a car. Woke up thinking I had just woken up from sleep and that I was late to school. (Close, but not quite). Found out I did wake up late for school. To be more precise, 11 days late. I had fallen into an 11-day coma from the car accident.
My life changed. My friends distanced themselves. I grew bitter. Dealing with all the internal (emotional, intellectual) changes and rollercoaster, I grew more bitter. I felt lonely. So I grew even more bitter. I started distancing myself from everyone. Realized that people didn’t really notice. They had their own things to deal with, so why should they care about me? If “no one cared about me”, why should I care about myself? I grew more bitter. Became dangerously suicidal. This world (assuming there are others) is an ugly place. My view towards the world changed drastically (positively and negatively). I had to survive. I embraced the loneliness.
This story hasn’t ended yet. Nor has it changed a lot. Although, I have met some people who are near and dear to my heart. Who I can reach out to.
Solitude is a dangerous ass thing y’all. There are unending quotes, and I’ve seen so many people advocate on how important it is to be able to remain in a lonely state. That’s true. But loneliness mixing with the wrong thing is dangerous af. Pay attention to your friends. Don’t just be like “hey, how are you?” and proceed with your life when they say all is alright! (Of course all is alright! Why would I tell you what I’m going through?? I don’t even know what I’m going through! So why be a burden). So in addition to asking, pay attention to them–what they do, any slight changes. Don’t lose a good friend emotionally or physically because you didn’t invest in paying attention to them.
28 Thursday Nov 2019
Tonight, I got a date.
I shall sit him down.
I shall look in his eyes
Give a smile
Throw paint in his skies.
Because, tonight, I got a date.
I’ll take back the thunder
Ask for forgiveness, and surrender
Put beauty on his cuts and curves
Give him all he deserves
Tonight, I got a date with me.
21 Thursday Nov 2019
Tags
creative writing, dating, dating app, love, rel life, revolution, tinder
I see all the trauma
She has overcome
The manifestation of beauty
She’d made sure to become;
The light, art, joy and glory
That’s to come.
Hearing my heart, as it tells me
It would give up anything to be with you.
We are ready to give up everything.
For you to call us yours;
Call this dream ours.
And that’s dangerous. It always is.
You look like a girl I’d give up everything for,
Just for you to be mine.
You be Mine.
“Love” creates this false perception that
People can be—become your property.
And we’ve all owned into it. So, I guess that’s why
The past has been hectic, drama, a lie
Confused.
These thoughts go through my mind
As I tap
Tap, and tap.
15 Friday Nov 2019
Tags
beauty, black, creative writing, oppression, poem, poetry, uprising, writing
My black so beautiful,
Even through all these funerals
It’s more alive than you,
More spirited than anything;
More woke than your 3-day resurrection.
They’ll try to turn us down. Turn us against each other
Be unattractive to our own
But the ugly is in them.
They tell us about places of graves
Then take us to death.
Tell us to turn it down, or they’ll become [our] deaf(th)
But our life line is still more brilliant than theirs.
While their ancestors are the causes and reasons of why
This world boils in mayhem
We draw strength and courage from the spirits of ours.
So each time we get knocked down,
Our resilience will make the loudest of sounds
Break the ground. Stand back up.
On that same day.
12 Tuesday Nov 2019
Posted in poetry
Tonight, like a regular Monday night, I pulled up at the Bowery Poetry Club to warm my soul with some Poetry. While observing the crowd, I saw her. Looking at her, I thought, “ummmmmm (x1000000), she looks familiar 🤔” then, “ummmmmm, she looks like Rupi Kaur”. I pondered on it some more then concluded, “naahhh, Rupi Kaur is taller than that”…but man, moments passed and I just couldn’t shake the thought. So I turned to the Bowery Poetry interns and manager, and whispered, “y’all, is that Rupi Kaur???” Confused, the manager responds, “nnoooo” with certainty. I replied, “but she looks sssssooooo much like Rupi!!” At that, he said, “well, go ask her, man”. So, collecting all the courage and strength in my youthful body, I pulled up on her with a, “hey, you look A LOT like Rupi Kaur”. At that, she replied with a smile, “I am Rupi Kaur.” I froze. Then exploded with, “omg! You’re Rupi Kaur!!! Wait, YOU DO KNOW YOU’RE RUPI KAUR, RIGHT?? Like you’re famous-famous!” Then I blabbered and fanboyed some more, and we took a quadrillion selfies!
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Tis was a good night, y’all.
05 Tuesday Nov 2019
Posted in Uncategorized
Very important reminder!
things like this take time
i promise you will get better
and so will everything else
15 Tuesday Oct 2019
All the knowledge that you now have…
Remember when you knew it all?
And you were right.
Then someone came.
Enlightened you to groundbreaking new
Knowledge that you, now, judge others
For not having.
As if your whole life, you had known it
As if it is a gift from birth.
11 Friday Oct 2019
Tags
art, biking, Dance, funny, humor, music, new York city, NYC, song, traffic, train, traveling, urban
If you live in New York City, then you know how atrocious the MTA (NYC train system) can be. The train traffic also always seems to be worst when you are late or in a rush to getting to your destination. Most people complain, others just leave home extra early (although that rarely works), and at the most extreme, some people decide to invest in a car (but they still have to deal with traffic and finding parking).
Well, instead of turning to all of these alternatives, Charlie had a better idea. Charlie decided to get a bike! So, you might catch him pedaling through your neighborhood. Everyone is jealous of Charlie, and this video is Charlie’s story. Happy watching and listening!
08 Tuesday Oct 2019
Tags
addictions, artist, creativewriter, modern, modernage, Passion, phone, poem, poetry, technology, writer, writing
How can they dream?
Broken necks
While nothing’s in this world
But that screen.
That seem
To never stop glowing,
Radiating light,
Attracting sight
Pick up a damn book! But
SO MUCH
Can fit under that screen.
Enough to reconsider your sleep,
Drive you around that leap
Enough to make you a sheep.
Following a device around
In their hands but they could never catch it
Intelligence ready but will they ever hatch it?
So tell me,
How can these people dream
When heaven glows
Right in their palm?
