I CREATED A YOUTUBE CHANNEL!!!

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adventure, advice, excited, new step, new things, performance, poem, poetry, recording, video, youtube

Hey everyone!

I don’t have much to say, but I just wanted to stop by to say: I HAVE A YOUTUBE CHANNEL!!!

So one of the many goals that I had this summer was to perform more at poetry events. Not only that, but I also wanted to record my performances and upload them somewhere: YOUTUBE! So I created a Youtube Channel for my work!

Okay, let me give some fair warning. When it comes to media, the only thing worst than my knowledge on recording equipment is how to edit my videos. Haha. Therefore, I am recording with my phone and just posting it up on Youtube with no editing or anything. But things have been going well so far! If you have any advice on good recording equipments (cheap ones too because, you know…college student here) or ways to become a better Youtuber, let me know!!

That is all that I have to say today. The link to my most recent Youtube video is below. Besides that, check out my page for my other videos here, and LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!! Subscribe, like, comment, share with your friends and family (and enemies too).

Comment your thoughts on this post, please. Thank you! (I’m so excited!!!!!) 😀

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These City Boys

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city, citylights, lifestyle, newyorkcity, NYC, poem, poetry, skyline, stars, wordpress, write, writer's, writing

Sometime, down the road in your life,
You’re going to meet another guy
A City Boy.
Then you’ll remember:

These City Boys!
They always tend to their phones
Face planted inside the screen
Like caring for a baby that screams
Asking for an endless attention

These City Boys!
They are never doing
“One thing”
Their full attention is never present.
It’s texting while “paying attention”
Working while watching a movie
Listening to music while…Just living!
So the radio in their head
Never. Turns. Off.

These City Boys!
Never have they never ever
Not take a breath at the stars.
They’re used to big lights on poles
On all streets.
As soon as the timing hand strikes six
There is no such thing as late night walk
Through sticks.
Have they ever tuned to the melodies
Of crickets before?

These City Boys!
So busy staying connected
That they all are wireless:
It’s Snapchat this
Facebook that,
Instagram now
Make time to tweet later
As heartfelt connections disappear further

These City Boys!
Would they please listen!
Lacking the most basic skills to navigate
A fluid conversation
Flowing observation
To what the partner might have truly mentioned

These City Boys!
Their sight of trees resides in public parks
That are rarely clean.
It’s only buildings here
Towers there
Skyscrapers everywhere!
So chins are raised to the heavens in awe
As the environment becomes non-existent

These City Boys.
They’re so Conserved…
But the ones who are free, damn are they infectious?!
A personality so contagious:
Like Gold dripping out of the mouth
Of a triumphant Elephant wearing the Divine crown.
Their freedom is treasure
Not of this world.
They are struck by that peaceful joy
And, it’s as if you were witnessing
The skyline of a million stars in your eyes

Except, it’s not stars.
It’s the City Lights.

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Language

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college, education, engineering, experience, math, poem, poet, poetry, relatable, school, science, SirCharlesThePoet, university

I leave my math and science classes.
Everyday
Convincing myself to switch.
Majors

Each class: a different language.
I don’t understand
One that mixes my sand,
Over stretch my brain
Far passed too sane to know.
I am now insane

Languages my whole life-hood
Was never prepared for.
Not to any extent

Like setting fire to a saint,
My knowledge, intelligence:
Control center
Is dumbfounded…
Or found itself dumb

Too ashamed
To be astonished,
Too puzzled
To resolve
The Greeks and Romans
I am expected to resurrect,
The ideologies and theories
I am expected to real-eyes.

Because real-eyes realize
These numbers and letters and signs and cosigns
Don’t sympathize.

So I’m left with black-hole eyes
Convinced.
I don’t speak the language of my demise

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My Life, in My Sight

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beautiful, city, girl of my life, ice cream, NYC, poem, poetry, train, vacation, writing

Today, I saw the girl of my life…
The music slowly faded and felt like wings,
The artist didn’t sing;
The drums didn’t bang
I couldn’t even search for an explanation on Bing.

But the song turned into a symphony,
So possessive, so lovely.
My soul held on and flew with each note,
Giving the tune 100% of its vote.
To fly it out of the train station,
By her side, to a vacation

Her hair;
Her curly hair
Swirls like the tip of ice cream,
After escaping the machine.
Like a child seeing ice cream, controlled focus was gone.

“Moma, I want some ice cream.”

She was wearing a “skater” hat, backwards
But everything about her was forwards

The straps in her book bag
Captured my attention, and my motion lagged.

Today, I saw the girl of my life…

The song that did not know of an end, forgot its rhythmic pattern

The music notes couldn’t bat their wings

My soul was lost in some Caribbean island resort

The kids held their ice cream, carelessly, in the humidity

The ice cream forgot it has to melt.

Today, I saw the girl of my life…
That afternoon, my breath parted
While my immobile body admired her from afar
As she walked, out of my life.

IG: @Sircharlesthepoet

Sin on Paper

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gin, liquor, poem, poet, poetry, poison, sin, sorrow, Words, write, writing

Words in pen,
Pen on paper.

Watch out for your sin,
They’ll hunt you later.

Write, write and sing—
Sing in your bottle of gin.

Sing your crisis,
Your shadow parting from your below;
You think you’re a hero.

Whisper your tragedies away, into your palms
Bless the young lady with your hand;
Bless her with the curse you pain—
The poison from a blessing.

Now, you see her eyes in every maiden’s lenses.
They’re hunting you past your choruses of,
“I’m sorry, please take me back. I Can Do Better!”
They’re the nightmare in your best dreams,
And you’re wishing cancer was in your genes.

So, give your life to gin;
It will deafen you, and you won’t hear yourself sing vain.

Pen on paper,
But your pen, is full with your sin.

IG: @Sircharlesthepoet

Still, I Procrastinate

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college, dream, habits, Moon, nature, poem, poetry, procrastinate, procrastination, Sleep, write, writer

This is something I wrestle.
At night, under the darkness, I nestle.
Although I beg for sleep,
Worldly desires snug me tightly.
I complain, I revolt, I beg
For sleep to toss a chance

Then, I look to the Moon.

A Being that fidgets not,
Doesn’t turn its back on us,
Nor its silent promises.

So why do I turn my back
On my promises?
I struggle to gain control
Yet, I drown it below.

The moon teaches a lesson!
I revolt.
So here I am: struggling late night
Dreaming to rest with its light.

IG: @Sircharlesthepoet

New Day

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art, beautiful, day, Light, new day, poem, poetry, positivity, post, sun, writer, writing

It’s a New Day!
The sky is hiding gold or it is
Hiding lightning?

It’s a New Day!
And I don’t mean lightning that strikes
Nor that which causes babies to cry.
I tattle-tell of the light inside of you!
That which pushes you far, and oh! Much high!

It’s a New Day!
Maybe the sky is not hiding your light,
Sadly
But from tip to tip, it is a canvas
Or a scroll, if you hold it up right.
So where you’re standing, young one,
You can scribble everything
You’ve ever wanted! Or draw your light,

It’s a new day.

 

@sircharlesthepoet

Together, We Live

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art, bold, bulnerable, Careless, Dance, fools, poem, unity, writer

Let us dance. To the rhythm of our breaths

Let’s smile like the stars need guidance,
Laugh like the sun is turned off

Let’s dance. Each step giving way to the better
Tomorrow

Let’s break the rules because
If they were good
They wouldn’t be breakable

Let’s be fools, and not fear judgement

Let’s drown in our imperfections
Accept them as perfections

Let’s live, breathe, run and stay in a joyful episode

 

IG: @Sircharlesthepoet

Too High

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angels, city, demons, drugs, high, literature, lost, poem, poetry, urban, write

I’m from the city:
Where angels don’t descend to help,
They’re in the corners getting higher.

No preaching, nor evangelism could convince
Heaven will not give them a chance and
Heaven is not rolled up in a piece of paper.

Because when in a room stories down,
Grace is lit on one end
Inhaled from the other,
As they mount five stories, no ladder

No wings,
Didn’t care that the lungs sing,
“Please, Stop!”

So I don’t advise praying.
At least, not to the ones ascending
Heaven sends help upon summons
But, your best bet is to face your own demons.

IG: @Sircharlesthepoet

A College Friendship Story: Semester Friends

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abandonment, final, friends, memories, poem, Poetic, rhythm, team, wordpress, write

I taste the wind
I sense the sand
Have you yet begone,
My semester friend?

(Semester Friends)

A scarcity of time.
Vast procrastination,
Such distraction–
I lack attention.

I seek consistency
Perhaps stability,
But we produce:
A change in the winds
The rolling of sands–
My companion,
Let’s be more
Than just semester friends.

(Semester Friends)

Such negligence;
Revelation of importance
Our matters have lost sense,
But perhaps there’s a chance?
For together, we know perseverance.

But now it seems,
I only see you in the distance
Was it meant to be?
Will you leave me?
Have you left me?

(Semester Friends)

Sleep has chased us,
But we’ve Escaped.
A relationship 3 months’ depth
(And change)

We now know wisdom,
But I’ll force you in too deep,
Then I’ll follow. Though you’re sheep

With tears, and laughter
Stapling memories in thereafter
Next semester, will we become
Memories in thereafter?

(Semester Friends)

We died during finals
But after the resurrection,
Our friendship was final.

 

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