I just needed to vent

[destinie21]

All other venters welcome






You see I wanted to write something so deep
the world would drown in it.

Except not really

Some the future needs to hear and see this
So they freeze my words in time and to be brought back as the
revived rebirth of the of lyrical the rhyme cryogenic type shit.


Some building blocks for being
double helix dioxie-ribo nucleic acid type hype.

It would be deep as the ocean
then they’d find themselves being birthed
out of the amniotic fluid that flows
from my brain to my womb to my pen

It would be so prolific they’d want to crawl back in just to be born again

So

I took my pen in my hand and felt my blood circulate the mental command from my neurological land
To the fingers that span my writing implement




I was focused
Toting a number two. Yellow plastic covered, silver plated with an eraser

with a lead filled tip

and I was ready to rip

until the clip was empty.

The things I’d write would be the seeds to fertilize the minds of those who don’t read the lines written in the Times
If it sparks the mind of just one who hears it
and it’s truth creates a stink
in this perfect rosy world that we have been
taught that in we exist
Then it was worth it

I’m just trying to cure those coughing up the bullshit with my lyrical Robotussin DM

ranted words and proverbs of prophets that’ll never get heard
on a stage that that’s afraid to part down the middle for a feminine riddle
because the microphone is just another phallic symbol.
That I have to jack to be nimble jack to be quick.

The lessons some skip

like a scratched Cd

on repeat
on repeat
on repeat

all I can do is use words that rhyme to sign my names in the heavens declaring my creative independence.


While the movement of daily life is choreographed
by the music in our heads
it’s our hearts beating
and our lungs breathing
It’s the irritation and frustration
The confusion and elation
in our brains

It’s the heartache
the winter
the summer
and
pains

It’s a bitter pill to swallow
but if you still think this isn’t prison then
you’re mistaking form for content.

 

[Guest]

Dest: you need to post in the poetry section. Your lines match those of your photo (and that's saying a lot). You vent like a songbird, which is to say keep singing.

Perdita

 

[destinie21]

Dest: you need to post in the poetry section. Your lines match those of your photo (and that's saying a lot). You vent like a songbird, which is to say keep singing.

Perdita

Thanks P. I'm stunned and humbled before your literary aptitude and therefore greatly honored by the compliment.

 

[Guest]

Dest, please don't gush (really embarrassing). My words were sincere, not flattery.

thanks though, P.

 

[destinie21]

I can't sleep

I’d warned deaf ears
to confront their fears
and stand behind their beliefs
but my free speech was sent into the emptiness of the atmosphere
and now the very thing that most fear
is so near
and to close for comfort

To late, the fury of a land that expelled my words as myth
rages as the people realize that freedom no longer exists

Our coner stone is a parodox

And there's everything to lose

We're in the cycle of antipathy
And I am armed only with this pen
So I use my right to bear arms

I write what I know
and I only know what I think

aborted doctrines and slaughtered principles would run through my hands like bloody water
if I were to wash my hands of this.

Look into the tapestry that my words weave so fine.
My truth is so sun-like it casts no shadows

I wish I could go back and be who I was before it all begun
so that I could come back and fight back
retrace my steps
and make this a rerun

Oh no she's come undone
somebody grab the paper.

but still I'm
hooked on phonics

to escape

It's my languge for rape
As I trip and stumble
I'll eat my words
just to spit them again

Maybe your life is better
maybe your life is worse
every entrance that I make it's just your exit
In reverse

reverse
to rehearse
I know
It's so
adverse at first

but take note of what my words denote

 

[destinie21]

I had a terrible day so here I am again

My words are hot
and soon they’ll be all over the streets like
a bootleg remix tape


50 cents is no more than a half dollar when I holler
and Emeniem and them are candy coated chocolate
They'll melt in my hand
before I'll watch my mouth

the pages of history turn but no one reads

The truth is written on the wall but none take heed

We feed war with hate
rape the minds of our children
filling them with contempt.
while we congratulate our countrymen and brothers
for slaying others

go to a rally for peace
just make sure you take your piece
in case violence erupts
and someone tries to make our beliefs seem corrupt

Shoot them all dead
and trample their doctrines and beliefs
with your moral high horse
Tell them

"I’m worried about you
but I can’t help you out cuz there’s already to much on my plate"

I’ll show where to go though
I know I’ve never been down this road
but I must know the way
There’s no peace in my home
but follow me anyway














Untitled

In god we trust
we must
it say’s so on our money
but it’s funny
that there’s no prayer in schools
an institution of intelligent fools

I say as long as there’s tests there’ll be some prayer in schools.
I pledge allegiance to break the rules

throw my dime
write my rhyme
and when I speak I take my time.

 

[destinie21]

I spit for babies born to be the pimps and soldiers
little black kids with no money but big ass chips on their shoulders
for them I spit


I spit for those in the federal joint fighting time
and that’s the reason that I’m writing rhymes
and reciting lines
green nouns and verbs
slinging that shit like pounds of herb

just to elevate you


and stop telling people we hate you
Nig*a we don’t hate you
just the fact that you’re trash

I spit arsenic cyanide and hemlock

I’m the disagreeable love child of the Goddess Ishtar and devil Memnock.


so out of all the god’s claiming they’re gods I come the closet

yeah ya’ll spit kind of ugly
but my spit is atrocious
ya’ll spit nasty
but I spit the grossest
you can release the hounds of hell
but my dogs are still more ferocious
Plus I plague you like a swarm of locusts
prophecy fulfilled
oh why is she so skilled
and so filled with spit

see I’m not trying to prove that I’m tougher than you
I’m just trying to prove that nig*a I’m suffering too

So what’s all your bluffing going to do ?
Oh think I’m bluffing too?

then try to call mine the other line
might be answered by your concubine
while she’s giggling drunk off of wine and gin

hope god forgives us because everyday we sin
I’m just trying to make sure ignorance ends
every day
life’s a gamble we just roll the dice
hoping we don’t blow the heist
If I die, I'll come back and raise my rhymes to be poltergeists




.......................end

 

[destinie21]

Baby

who are you?
rounding the corner into the sad neatness of my life
after I’ve grown accustomed to the steady ache and
the gaping hole of gray that greeted me
at my front door as I pulled heavy into home

alone

or else with some man
who burrowed through my landscape like some over assertive swarm
eating up the earth as the sun blinks

What did you see that I never could?
after 21 years of staring into hostile mirrors
that punched kicked and dragged me down.

through the night and smirked

despite my broken limp
you saw a sprint

you said when I came to you it was a blessing
and could you always drink my holy water.

but this poem is not one poem one man or one moment
because my life’s love could never be just one singular thing

I’m a volume of romance poetry
each verse a composite sketch
I’m colored strokes and strings
that conjure beauty up through projects
and haunted pasts
I remember basement dances
and our first real kiss
song dedications
and midnight autumn strolls
in the moonlight
holding on to each embrace

 

[destinie21]

We’re at the apex of humanity
that’s where we should have stayed

Walking around like the water that god made
calling it the first draft of gatorade

we’re so out of touch

Water to wine we’re like why not
wine coolers.

Like there’s nothing that’s made that be improved upon

There’s nothing that’s made that can’t be moved upon

You can’t stop the movement
you just changed the moves

 

[destinie21]

Well I've vented all the bad might as well vent about something good. I'm getting married my GF propsed today and I of course said yes.

 

[destinie21]

For K

I’m in love and I feel silly
So I’m writing you a verse
so you’ll know a fraction of what I feel

My heart says forever my lips say for always
my soul could echo the words
for a thousand eons
and still my love for you won’t be explained
and still my love would remain


I can’t even begin to count the ways

there aren’t enough numbers
or enough days

I can’t even remember the beginning
but I’m already writing the ending

Like Once Upon a time
We lived Happily ever after

 

[Svenskaflicka]

Roses are red
violets are blue
I'm schizofrenic
and so am I.

 

[Guest]

Flicka, sweets, you've given me the first smile of the day.

Perdita

 

[ffreak]

A good smile, Svenska. Thanks.

I agree with Perdita, Destinie - you should publish these in the poetry section. At this rate you'll have a chapbook together in no time.

 

[destinie21]

Bravo Svenska

and thanks ffreak

 

[Svenskaflicka]

Merely bringing a little cheerfulness into this Poetry Thread.

 

[ffreak]

Let's see... Destinie's here, Perdita's here, Svenska's here.
Lovely poetry.
Cheers me up.

 

[Guest]

Perdita thinks FF is flirting, and very well (3 in 1).

 

[Svenskaflicka]

It's good to spread the risks. Flirt with 3, maybe 1 will answer.

 

[Guest]

It's good to spread the risks. Flirt with 3, maybe 1 will answer.

Should we toss a coin, Flicka? I'm up for anything today.

 

[Guest]

3 poems

These are the only three poems that I have ever written, outside of school. After you read them you'll probably realise why I don't usually do poetry.
This is kind of linked to the 'Angst' thread that was going on. I wrote these poems when I was full of angst, about four weeks ago; I was going through a 'sticky' patch with Adam.


Every choice I've ever made
I've given unto you
Everything I've ever seen
I've seen through you
Every breath I've ever taken
Was for your life, too
Every wish I've ever made
Belongs to you

*****************************

Time stands still when we're apart
Rushes by when I feel your heart
Hold me close and don't let go
Otherwise we'll never know

*****************************

What do I want?
I want you
What do I feel?
Nothing, without you
Where is my heart?
It lies within your hands
Where do I start?
By making sure it never ends


Pouring my heart out,

Lou

 

[Guest]

Re: 3 poems

Pouring my heart out, Lou

And such a good sweet heart it is, Loulou.

Purrditta

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: 3 poems

And such a good sweet heart it is, Loulou.

Purrditta

Thank you, sweet Purrditta,

Lou-lou

 

[ffreak]

And so lyrical. I could almost hear the music.

Hey, 2 outta 3 ain't bad.

I'm new here and have a pending story and a pending poem. Is it considered bad form to submit and show it here too?

 

[Guest]

I say post the poem here (I'll read yours if you read mine, just one is enough).

The story on a thread might be a bit much for some. P.