There is purpose in my next breath
The survival of it The smile and grit behind it The way it sips graveyard whiskey without getting drunk on the death of the grain How it teaches me not to apologize for my living My next breath is the ongoing poem I can't stop writing And I know it will end one day I just hope it's noteworthy enough for someone to remember me
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I want to hold you like sacred space
Like the prayers of the little girl I used to be before life made miracles seem impossible I want to kiss you like hopeful Like the anything I believed in before humanity taught me how to bleed Can I just be the need you actually want The lover that doesn't turn into a memory of regret I don't want to be a memory, but I want to be a part of them I want to be the someone behind your smile The dancer you share moonlight with Let's make love the stage our hearts will applaud at the climax of forever And we will perform the encore for the rest of our lives She is wasting away Folding into herself Both wrists smiling crimson with the sunrise She whispers goodnight to the darkness To the empty bed that speaks too much of her future But her bones… They won’t be still They creep out of their closets and seep through her skin They tumble into her mouth and tell strangers her secrets She tells them how she crumbles in silence How she cries sometimes at the sight of a new day She is exhausted with the struggle to breathe to live instead of existing to love when it hurts She- A broken levee with her heart gutted like corpse A Y tattooed into her chest She- A love poem without a poet around to write her down so she pours out metaphors in her sleep praying the devil won’t hear them She doesn’t want him as an audience to her life because he is so judgmental to her faults And, sometimes, that makes her second guess her skin Which makes her feel sinful since she is questioning the way God made her But if He wanted her to be different, why didn’t He make her different? Why make her so prone to madness? Why make her so easy to bleed? Why make next breath and desire to live so hard to reach? Why give her dreams that can’t manifest? Most days, it all seems so senseless A relentless voyage to emptiness and mortality And the only time she gets a peek at immortality is through her pen So despite the death that haunts her waking moments, she breathes through ink through page All in an attempt to not let her hopes waste away So she fights through prose, love, madness and glimpses of sanity just to make it through another day in this world of lost souls and humanity It is her best attempt at survival and living #waste #mortality #immortality #yeyodapoet #melanieyeyocarter #anticsofapoet #diaryofadayumpoet There's something you don't understand Heartbreak let me know that she was my main bitch a long time ago That we were attached at the marrow of sorrow Bone blood She let me know I was born in her womb and of her flesh on a dusty back road, in a back seat that smelled of liquor and burned out cigarettes That the litter on the back alleys of my mind was too sullied beautiful to ignore She had to sink her teeth in to taste my poison I came to be after the devil ejaculated his seed in my 11 year old mentality and gave life to an unwanted monster I've nurtured with twisted affection ever since I died that day and came back with Heartbreak riding shotgun in my soul, but it was unknown so no one mourned my 9/11 My innocence suffered a twin tower affliction, but I smothered it with false confidence so no one would notice My shadow was so convincing I guess that’s why they didn’t go to war for me Why I was courted and conquered by Heartbreak so easily I became my own warped version of a soldier with a chip on shoulder the size of Atlas Edges jagged enough to cut anyone within range to smell the fumes of my devastation See I've wanted to be with Love so long, and she's presented her self in many forms But they could never be faithful to this little black girl with a beehive in her chest It took me years to realize that Love is just my side bitch That's why she's always so temporary Fleeting like rolling stone fathers and a prostitute's fantasy of marriage vows She allows me to give her priceless things like my time She pretends she's going to stay then walks out on the heels of my lover with my pride Making me wonder why I keep trying See, I hate to call Love out of her name I know hoe is such a strong word, but she so freely gives herself to the undeserving And you know they say you can't turn a hoe into a house wife Yet I've spent most of my life balancing her pedestal between my shoulder blades like the night sky cradles the moon Waiting for Love to claim her position But who wants to play second or be a backup? Love must know that Heartbreak has my shit sewed up And that bitch has never been one to play fair She be blood in, blood out Apparently, a main bitch's role is to always stay down Maybe that explains why she won't leave Perhaps Heartbreak knows there ain't nobody gone love to hate her like me #yeyodapoet #melanieyeyocarter #savage #anticsofapoet#diaryofadayumpoet #RESPECTMYTHICK And she crawled into the puddle of her own hurt
Spilling until it turned to ocean She welcomed the drowning Because the you in her had to die It was the only way she would survive #shitIfeeltomyself #yeyodapoet #melanieyeyocarter #anticsofapoet#diaryofadayumpoet #RespectThaMagic #RespectThaYoni Clipped wings
Heart on life support And no one understands why They know nothing of hating skin Of wanting to cut the ugly out Peel back the tragedy Scrap away the pain Ain’t see the suffering through her smile Ain’t smell devastation The stench of spoiled Of broken Can’t talk about love without broken Ain’t nobody notice the cracks Her slip was showin’ Insanity undressin’ itself to break free Gotta be seen Gotta spill over into life Make them taste it Ain’t nobody ever broke so beautiful So bloody Open wound with fallen angels in her touch She’s good at dying At falling apart It’s an art form Pimpin out her emotions Highest bidder Brutal satisfaction And ain’t nothin better Such a delicious prey She became the beast that hunts her Death by the pound and it’s so heavy #broken #pain #yeyodapoet #melanieyeyocarter #anticsofapoet #diaryofadayumpoet #RESPECTMYTHICK "See, me holding my tongue is equivalent to bad grammar... f***in up a good poem."
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