Fuck It!

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Live life on the edge.

Make mistakes,
Make people unhappy,
Bypass walls,
And drown in foolery

It’s okay to make assumptions
Pick your own destination.

Burn Bridges
And walk on water.
When your feet are tired, walk on air

Fuck it!
Fuck it!
Fuck it!

Don’t bounce on walls…launch at them!
Push these things over, if you want to.
Bring the house down

Launch onto the air, and bring the rain down, too.

If you find the power to raise havoc in another’s life,
Why do you keep it down? Why not do it?
It’s in you.
The monster, the energy, the anger, the fire
It’s all in you! But you had to restrain it because
“that’s not the best idea, right now”
“haha that’d be kinda stupid”

Fuck it!
Fuck it!
Fuck it!

Let it out—let it all be out
Leave it free—leave yourself to be free

 

@Sircharlesthepoet

I Was an Outsider

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I was an outsider.

I wasn’t part of any group
Or a ride with anyone.

I was alone. To
Lead my own life. To
Trace my own path
I didn’t belong anywhere; to any group

I don’t belong.

I don’t feel accepted in my family
I don’t feel accepted by my friends
I don’t
Feel accepted
In my race.
My gender doesn’t accept me

And I don’t accept my sexuality.

I’m an outsider.
Fighting for nothing
Fighting for everything.

These City Boys

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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.

IG: @Sircharlesthepoet