Artist: Demetrice Prince
Title: Love Lost
I wake up thinking of you
I fall asleep
thinking of you...
The space in between
is filled with emptiness
and unspoken
broken promises
that were never made
shall never come to pass
My heart calls for you
but hears not a sound
except for the breaking
of itself
The tearing of its soul
As it once was...
alone
It is again...
half of a whole
Artist: Benjamin Jones
Title: Untitled
So beautiful but capable of so much pain
We all go through it again and again
We rack our brains, sometimes in vain
Trying to catch lightning in a bottle can be a strain
It's a cruel game, driving one insane
For one peek at the sun we stand in the rain
The one thing I have of real value that remains
I want to give to her, my last name
I don't know how to explain
She doesn't believe it but we were made for each other
For me there can never be another
I said the wrong things and my words they cut her
She got so angry that when she tried to talk she began to stutter
Tears ran down her cheeks and out loud she wondered
How could you love me with the words that you just uttered?
I said nothing. Stunned silence. I had no words to say
Before I knew it she was out the door, my love had ran away
I called and left her messages every night and every day
Saying that it couldn't be over, with me she had to stay
Now I have no other options, there's nothing left to do but pray
For one more face to face opportunity to say....
I love you.
Artist: Varrsity
Title: Untitled
Love is profitable, lucrative, and commercial
damaging my wallet
even more damaging to my optics
Beauty shouldn't cost money
But every time I stare at you,
My orbs
would explore with fascination
with no explanation
I applied for the job
now wishing you would have ignored my application.
Why should I have to splurge on these Man Made Holidays?
First, its the Hallmark cards: Those aren't my words
but you cherish them and claim that my poetry is boring
every time I recite, I peep you yawning.
Then its the box of chocolates that sit idle in a box that's heart shaped
wait,
I thought you were allergic?
Third, a dinner and a movie,
taking overpriced pictures in the booth
with hopes that they come out perfect
while the entire time I'm hoping that you notice that I'm perfect
not literally, but figuratively
I wish you knew the old me.
I'm not saying that I was a dog and all
but never before had i allowed a woman
to stress me out to the point where I'm constantly popping Tylenol.
You pick fights, and like a dummy, I try to make up
By buying you more bullshit
that will eventually end up in the back of the closet
collecting dust
I've had enough.
Call me AFTER the holiday
and most definitely not on my payday.
Love is profitable.
Love spelled backwards is EVOL (Evil)
and it can leave you miserable.
Artist: Julie Harris
Title: Untitled
Sitting in a room,
Someone says the word
"love."
Inevitably,
Some will blush,
Some only think of mush.
That's what being "in love"
Should be
Or at least
By Fairy Tale Standards.
But let's start showing love for real,
Not only on good days,
But when we feel
Like sayin
"I can't stand you
Or the things you do,
You chew too
Freakin loud!"
Sometimes love is being
Curled up in the bed
Surrounded by tissues
Coughing, sick, all kinds of other issues,
But they're bringing you
Chicken noodle soup,
Keeping Maury in the loop
On your DVR.
Maybe love tells you
Exactly what you need to hear,
Even if you don't like it.
Love wipes your tears,
Calms your fears,
Love is being comfortable.
True love makes you better.
It helps you weather the storms.
And there will be storms...
Maybe she does make you mad.
But, does she make you laugh?
Do you want to tell her whenever
Anything happens,
Good or bad?
Do you want to be 75,
Still always seeing her smile?
Can you imagine aruging with anyone else?
Love isn't that fairy tale.
Not always mushy stuff.
Just both of you,
Curled up on separate ends of the couch with pens and paper
With a glass of wine
On a Saturday night
Writing your respective genres
Watching the fight.
*that's love*
Let's Rekindle by Varrsity
Once sworn to secrecy
years later, and I'm still in love
Can we repeat past history?
Untitled by Demetrice Prince
Waiting for a sign
I can't wait any longer
Running out of time
Missed Opportunity by Benjamin Jones
Fly across the sky
Sending love over the miles
One That Got Away
Untitled by Julie Harris
Seeing what could be...
Holding on to a small dream...
Hoping I move you.
Untitled by Julie Harris
I feel this love affair
Has always been there,
Waiting for me as long as I remember.
This beautiful relationship
Is perfectly tailored to fit.
Sometimes, it wraps me
In beautiful symphonies,
Leaving behind flowing melodies,
Giving me peace,
Letting me breathe.
After moments pass, it lets me groove to its rhythm,
Move to its beat.
Rising my body heat,
Igniting my fire,
Providing desire,
Surrounding me
With sensuality
And passion.
Then, when I need to release my tears,
it takes me in its loving embrace,
Giving me solace,
Relieving my fears,
Holding me near,
Then giving me strength
To carry on.
Its saved my life,
Almost literally prying the knife
From my hand,
Making me promise not to try again.
You find it difficult to believe
The depth of this love is true
It won't leave or deceive,
this romance
Has only enhanced
My soul.
One button...
One push...
My flow...
The drums...
The lines...
The rhymes...
I don't just listen.
I don't just play.
This is more real...
Because it makes me FEEL.
It's my love.
It's my music.
Untitled by Demetrice Prince
Music helps me unwind.
It brings sanity to my otherwise insane mind.
Taking me away from this wretched place.
And putting a smile on my once sullen face.
It's always been like that since day one.
And 29 years later me and music are still on one hell of a run.
I started out listening to music on the block.
The very first song I ever heard was Run-DMC's King of Rock.
"I'm the king of rock there is none higher,
Sucka MC's should call me sire,
To burn my kingdom you must use fire,
I won't stop rockin' til I retire!"
From that point on I was like a fish on a hook.
Those simple words put together changed my whole outlook.
Music has and always will be apart of my life.
It's my refuge, my getaway from strife.
It's been there when I've needed it most
That in itself is a claim few people could ever boast.
Unlike some music has never turned its back and walked away,
Nor has anything caused its opinion of me to ever sway.
You will never seperate me and music
To see that it doesnt take a whiz
Because it's like that and that's the way it is!
Music by Varrsity
No Radio, No T.V
No Ipod, No CD.
Give me a head nod if you agree
Our bodies can be the drums
Our panting can be the background singers.
The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor
Zippers unzipped
I'm pitching a tent
Let me easily slide inside of your body
house my utensil without me paying rent.
I'll admit, I never paid for sex
and I'd be damn if I were to start now.
We can become vowels
Choice (A)
(I)
can (E)at
before (U) preview my (O) face
or Choice (B)
we can become consonants and imagine we're on different continents
making love while the ocean sings the chorus
kisses so passionate it will sound like the audience is clapping
giving us a standing ovation
My performance should win an award
Thrusting deeper, flesh against flesh
music at its best
Headboard slamming against the wall
Music
Your whispers turned moans of passion, asking me to give you my all
Music
The sound of my flesh colliding against your skin
Music
The sound of your wetness as I swim to the deep end
Music
We can make our own soundtrack
and overplay it
each track being our favorite
Live in the moment, so savor it
Your song inspired this poem
I love when we're making Music
We don't need technology
All we need
Is you and Me!
Symphony in K Minor by Benjamin Jones
My favorite piece of music
Created eleven years ago with a little help from me
Was a wonderful little girl, a gem
The name we decided to call you was Kennedy
From the day of your birth
I have listened to your song
Knowing that as your mind and body grew
So, too, your symphony would continue to grow strong
I never know that I could craft such a wonderful instrument
The best parts of me giving life to you
I am such a big fan of your music
It's always honest, never tainted, beautiful, always true.
Even when you're not in my sight
Your music stays on my mind
I know that one day your melody will change the world
like it continues to change me
all in due time.
Poetry Challenge #2:
Title: Attempt at Rehab
Writer: Varrsity
Hello everyone…………this should be fun
While greeting the group
I gave a fake smile, followed by a wave
Honestly, I don’t know why I’m here
Oh wait…because the bottle holds me hostage, I’m alcohol’s slave
Don’t shed tears, pour beer on my grave
So the maggots who will eat my flesh
Can taste what led me here.
I’m compulsive and I intake an uncontrolled consumption
Liquor is the reason why I’m not fit to be a husband
This chemical dependency
Never leaves me feeling empty
When people try to befriend me
I ignore them until my bottle is consumed in its entirety
No one will hire me because the bottle admires me.
Inebriated, intoxicated, beyond wasted
Is how my days are spent.
Blotto, the headlines will read
“Ex role model had an unnerving addiction, it was his
Over the counter prescription and often slurred his diction
And made him sound like he had a speech impediment.”
Blame my social environment, stress, and my family history
Blame genetics, it’s in me
The blood of alcoholics runs thru my veins
I find it hard to maintain when problems and worry
Plague the brain.
A physical and mental strain,
We all need something to make us feel sane.
Why am I here anyway?
Rehab is for quitters,
Losers,
Cowards,
And pessimists
I’m optimistic about what appears in my glass.
This is closure, my confession is over, I feel weird being sober
I at least need to be tipsy.
------What time does the bar open and who is coming with me?
Title: "I've seen your addiction affect your life in the following ways..."
Writer: Julie Harris
Naw, man, this ain't no intervention.
This addiction that you call an affliction, or even a sickness,
Has affected everyone around you.
I see it as a weakness,
That you let surround you.
You wake up with a bottle in your hand,
Now only a shadow of the man
You once were.
Knowing how to keep your "secret,"
Almost becomes a game,
You have no shame,
Taking a shot of peppermint schnapps,
As you're being stopped by the cops,
Hoping it masks the smell.
When will you begin to think
One more drink
Will make you lose it all?
How far do you have to fall?
Doesn't it cross your mind,
When your kids don't eat,
To admit that you're weak?
Blacking out every night,
You beat on your wife
Within an inch of her life,
Then turn to your daughter,
Now her face so swole, her eyes can't even water.
Wake up in the morning, askin what hit her,
Can't remember a thing, but just blame it on the liquor.
You can't even drink for fun anymore...
Without it, your body gets sore.
You start to shake, sweat,
Then you beg and plead for more.
It's your habit,
And you got the nerve to talk about the crack addict.
Like you're better, because you don't shoot, snort, or smoke.
You're not better, that's all just a joke.
Your body is deteriorating, but you can't stop.
That puddle of urine you're soaked in every morning,
That's just a warning.
The rest of your body will start to fail,
You're trapped in your own private jail,
Because even when you're dying, you can't quit,
Probably be buried with your bottle.
No, this isn't an interention,
I'm releasing some tension
Hoping you get the lesson
Before it's too late....
But maybe...
You've already sealed your fate.
Title: Untitled
Writer: Demetrice Prince
Thoughts flow rapidly through the mind.
Through all the chaos stupidity emerges as king.
Feelings of self-pity are all too common.
Look in the mirror.
What do you see?
A shadow of what was and can never again be.
Look closer...
I'm here for you.
Stare into my gaze.
Let me take away all the pain.
Let me take away the hurt.
Crumbling and decayed is your body,
Let me take away the hurt.
Take me in your hands.
Caress me with throbbing fingers.
Tell me I'm the only one,
That we'll never part.
I'm with you until the end.
Say you love me.
You can never leave me!
I'm just too good to you.
Hold me and feel the power!
Lift me up....
Now drink!
Drink ur worries away.
Let me take away all that ails you.
Let me take you to places you've never dreamt of going....
Drink.
Drink.
Drink.
Title: Untitled
Writer: Benjamin Jones
A drink to kill the pain
Numbness to the world
Hear me tell it I do it to live
It's a lie
A coward's way to commit suicide
Slow and steady like clockwork
One drink leads to another bottle
Shake it up, swirl it around
Drink it up, swallow it down
Keep drinkin' until I drowned
I don't know how to stop
I couldn't even if I tried
Ny fate has been sealed
Pierced with multiple colored and flavored bullets
Internally bleeding to death
Dying one shot at a time
Cheers!
Three of my writing pals and I decided to engage in a poetry challenge each week and I'm going to start highlighting them on my blog. Our first challenge was social media and below are each of our poems. Read through and please comment!
Title: Social Media
Writer: Benjamin Jones
Social media
The best and worst of a technological dream
A place comprised of funhouse mirrors where hardly anyone are as real as they seem
A place for the lost and lonely
Who inside feel ugly and awash in infinite shades of black and blue
So they sculpt a better version of themselves online
A click of a mouse and everything is colorful and grand and new
For others it’s a place to connect with their peers
To learn from the other authors and photographers and rappers in the world
Whose dream it is to just to be able to matter to a single boy or girl
It’s an open bar of sorts
A place to vent or watch or laugh at any time
Where there’s always someone to talk to and the possibilities are sublime
A key to unlock the world
What once was far is only a “friending” or “following” away
A genie that has been let out of the bottle
A way to change your life every single day.
Title: Social Media Junkie...or people we all know for real...
Writer: Julie Harris
You're not on Facebook or Twitter?
Man, what are you thinkin?
How do you keep in touch?
When do you catch up on the details
From the lives of all your
Family and friends and such?
Me? Please... I wake up and check
Every single site that I'm on,
I'm even looking right now as we speak.
Wait, is that girl's status about me?
Did you know those two were dating?
Did that girl take a pic of her cheek?
I'm not distracted, I completely remember
Exactly where our conversation
Was about to go...
I was just asking you about your...
Hold up, who just tagged me?
Ugh, someone I barely even know!
By the way, what does it mean,
When, after two months,
My man's status still says "single?"
He checks his page all the time,
So he probably forgot,
But what if it means he still mingles?
Back to what you were saying,
Um... what WERE you saying?
Oh, just give me some more time.
I just got three new followers,
So I HAVE to follow back.
I don't want them to think I'm unkind.
No, I don't know them for "real,"
But, all of these followers
Are truly my friends.
We share happiness and trials,
And everything personal,
And all the silly topics that trend!
Wow, my cousin just had her third kid
I think that she blocked me, though,
Because I can't see her page.
Did I tell you I spoke with my great aunt today?
It's been too long since we've talked,
She's getting up there in age.
I hate when people keep poking me.
Feels like harassment,
Do you think I should sue?
Take a walk in my shoes,
And constantly get poked...
What do you think YOU would do?
Oh, YEAH... Back to you and your life,
Tell me what's going on,
Since I can't look it up on the net.
Did you just ask me to lunch,
So we can talk face to face?
Sure, I guess that I can do that.
Let me put down my phone,
And log off these sites,
I can't tell you how long it's been.
I walk slowly out the door,
A tear rolls down my cheek...
"Don't worry, I'll come back again."
Title: Untitled
Writer: Demetrice Prince
Internet availability...
Institutionalized chaos!
We log on and assume we know so many
Followers...
Friends...
Fans...
Yet some of us barely know who we really are.
Title: All Damn
Writer: Varrsity
With the past, I dwell
I met her in a chat room on A.O.L
Ever since, I’ve been under her spell
I loved her like a Victoria Secret scent, at least I think I do.
I found myself longing for her fragrance
Slaving for her aroma
Impatiently wanting to meet up
So I can decipher these feelings….
Will we be deeply in love, or cheaply in lust?
The more we chatted on A.O.L
The more my interest grew,
Rushing to the keyboard every day after school
And be stuck
Finger clutched on the letters
As if my fingertips were equipped with glue.
On Blackplanet she would always sign my guestbook
With heart shaped pictures
And she even put in her profile that
Her hobbies were talking to me and reading literature.
I figured, that she was the one
But I was only 17
So how could I know what “The One” was?
I just knew, because
I got to know her
She was my Pen Pal
In the form of instant messages and emails
I shared my life with her,
Broke everything down in detail.
Enough of the bullshit I told her
I get my license in August
I past the road test
But parallel parking was the hardest
So can we meet up right before school starts back?
My mom works 3rd shift
So on the weekends she likes to sleep in
We can meet halfway
Because I’m pretty good at driving on the Freeway
I even made a few mixtapes to stop the boredom of the long ride
Email me back, let me know what you decide.
It was only a few minutes but it seemed like a month
Before I finally got a response
It was a colorful background
With a bigger font than normal.
“Sure, I’m looking forward to meeting you
After pleasant introductions, we can do
Any and every thing you want to do.”
I will be wearing a red shirt with some tight jeans
The mall parking lot, say around 4:15.”
I was all smiles
I packed my bag and prepared to tackle these miles.
After a nervous ride, I finally arrived
Looking for a red shirt and pair of sexy legs covered
By tight jeans.
No one fit the description
So I went to a payphone to page her
On her pager.
After walking back to the car
A man pulled up next to me,
Rolled his window down
And said
“You’re not from around here, you seem lost.”
“Yea, I was looking for a friend.”
“A friend you say? Red shirt and tight jeans. Look at the time, it’s 4:15”
I wanted to kick,
Scream
Cry,
Fight,
Run,
Put the pedal to the metal and speed off,
I wanted to be awaken from this nightmare
But I was frozen with disbelief
Blurred vision due to the tears forming
Heart beating in an unnatural rhythm
Beads of sweat forming on my forehead
“You don’t look happy to see me” he stated with a smile
“I’ve been waiting on this moment for a while.”
I started the ignition,
Put the car in drive
And sped off
Feeling like an idiot
For believing that she was the girl of my dreams
When in reality
She wasn’t a she
She was a HE!
All Damn, for the past few months I’ve been getting close to a man
Telling him my most intimate secrets,
Talking dirty to someone
Who has a penis
I disgust myself
Traumatized because of social networking
I may need some professional help.
All Damn!!!
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