*LATE NIGHT RAMBLING*
I pore temptation in the sky Paint my woman like the color purple in hopes that someone will stop and take a peek Maybe someone will notice my madness and beautiful At least that’s what I’ve been told Some think that all this mess is beautiful That’s something I will never understand How my scars hold stars in their blood How my blemishes look like some form of art How my burdens make unorthodox dreams I guess there’s a lyric in my loneliness A baseline the fighters in the world dance to Us shattered folks know how to bounce like light on stained glass We mirror the night in the way we search for peace We eclipse the moon with our sorrows and let our art expose them to the world It’s what we do We live to write about it To sing about it We live hoping God is not always watching because we have the tendency to f**k up We have the tendency to cry at the sight love because we know that people can make love hurt sometimes But they say we are beautiful then give us every reason not to believe it when they leave #beauty #sorrow #artists #living #yeyodapoet #melanieyeyocarter #anticsofapoet #diaryofadayumpoet #RESPECTMYTHICK
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*spilling a bit*
You love like noose and neck Like rock, hard place and knuckle Stuck in the limbo of unforgettable moments when emotions under your skin fall crooked from your mouth They fall like hollow promises and empty ring boxes turning me into a makeshift punching bag with a heartbeat Your angry chokes me into silence Like stillborn children searching for their first breath And ain’t no one here to hold me when you won’t Besides, there’s no substitute for you anyway This rib-type love is custom made to fit because I was born for you That’s why it hurts so much when you break me When you detach self from our world And just leave shadows in my arms I always mistreat the shadows for your decisions I try to leave them behind but they always follow me making me remember you And most times I know you’ll come back, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less in It doesn’t stop the blame that lurks in my thoughts During times like this, I feel lost and alone So, when you’re done being frustrated and mad at the world, just come on home P. S. I love you #love #hurt #poetry #yeyodapoet #melanieyeyocarter #anticsofapoet #diaryofadayumpoet Her flaws be precise in their imperfections
Heavy metal, juke joint sweet Late nights laced with early morning flow Tempting like Big Mama’s blues on a violin tuned to hip hop Corn liquor and wine intoxicating She moves with sh*t talkin hips and speaks with knives on her tongue Her words are surgical They have that “build you up” then “tear you down” type of manner Someone should’ve told you not to get use to her praises See she’s a possessive lover She will steal them when your heart is not paying attention She will force compromise down your throat with a fistful of promises that smell of burning skin She will write love notes on your lips that feel more like war stories and obituaries written by super novas They will leave open wounds in your emotions All of her bullets will wear your name, so her trigger finger will leave holes where hope should be It would be easier if she hated you, but she wants you enough to hurt you to haunt you to stay to need And you can’t leave her because her heavy metal rocks you to your core Her juke joint sweet and sh*t talkin hips remind you of Shug Avery speaking about her father And you keep telling yourself: “My baby love me… She just don’t know it.” But she knows how to commit crimes on your flesh She knows how to make your moans sound like sirens She knows how to make orgasms resemble murder with the way she lays your body and soul down Her stroke is a full clip playing tag with your mind And spinning through the chambers of your heart So she goes straight to your bloodstream Addiction style She’s the metaphor that is never written in poems The verb that slips through your hands like ocean She be reason and rhyme behind laughter, cries and makeup sex A deferred dream attempting to find a place to exist in this chaos So she be sittin gapped leg and letting her hair down in the juke joint of your spirit Just so she ain’t got to carry the world on her shoulders all the time ALL RIGHTS RESERVED I found death at the tips
of your fingers Laced in a box of forget-me-nots with knots that strangled my sanctity Bending me backwards into hell with wings that resembled horns And my flesh burned red at your touch Perhaps you could say my soul was on fire As you scorched me Taunted me Changed me into some form of prostitute Gagging on the reflexes of your heart Spitting up the emotional bastard seeds you planted in my belly Regurgitating madness to some insane rhythm of hearts bombarding chests And I never understood why I could never understand what was so catastrophic about you loving me Even when I died for your sins on a bed shaped like a crucifix A crown of thorns adorning my logic Nails piercing and transforming my feelings into awkward positions And I died for you every time you said I love you and didn’t mean it Every time you left the stench of possibility on my flesh Every time you split open my chest And walked away when I needed you But your concern shared a bed with another Leaving me alone in the lion’s den to fend for myself But I have never seen anyone win a battle with love alone Yet, apparently, you didn’t care You watched me rot there Insides poked and prodded like a crack addict in the alley of the dead You watched my tongue cripple in tears Folding around the words I couldn’t bring myself to speak You watched me in my weakest hour Witnessed me being devoured And not once did concern move you to ask why You murdered me from the inside out… And watched me die © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Hello beautiful people!! This is something new to moisten your ears a bit. Well, maybe now your ears *smiling* I hope you enjoy. RESPECT & LOVE.
It's not that I have forgotten you
It's just that when you left & closed the door behind you, I ripped open my chest & hid the key beneath my ribcage That way I could remember how painful it was to love you And not to go back #diaryofadayumpoet So quietly, the night comes...
The darkness... And there is nothing to hold you but the stars They cradle you like hope Lying to you in whispers The stars speak of halos you will never hold They mimic possibilities that have no arms to embrace you The arms that are painted so delicately that they hang in limbo to a tune that only God knows So when fingers reach for comfort... When my soul cries out like empty wombs... There is nothing but chaos... Deep breaths with no where to exhale Twin towers that want nothing to do with the ground Oh, my love... There is nothing more complicated than the heart you find in the depths of my flesh Nothing more complicated than the critic you find on my tongue when I write you But there is no ending Just chapters... Just pauses... Just run on sentences like... Please don't let me go I need you... #MYC #diaryofadayumpoet *CLIP*
"Lesson One: Never breathe in the chaos because you will choke on humanity’s lack of being humane They will turn you into a tragedy that is only written down to sell books and not to save hope They will pull woes to the surface of your chest and convince you that you’re only living to die They will use your insecurities to cut ankle and make you believe you ain’t got nothin… Nothin to stand on They will write the chaos on your skin like it’s your identity And not just a part of your wholeness And if you let them, they will brand you hopeless So don’t you let them" #diaryofadayumpoet Kiss me like summer...
Back when the streets were safe... Before paper soldiers and Scarface wanna BEs littered the block #diaryofadayumpoet |
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