BRIGHT ADOLESCENT
On March 26, 2012
by ISIAH
To the bright adolescent, the expectations rise
for he shows his true self when he holds back no lies.
He’s looking for affection and acceptance of those close to him,
and only gets complaints due to successes before.
His heart is torn from the bruises and sores,
but everyone thinks he’s fine because
he has a key to open any door, but he can’t open up any door,
even though he’s a problem-solver, he can’t decode his own mystery,
when he thinks he has the answer, it still goes on like infinity.
Sure, every human can function with just basic needs –
drink, eat, sleep, is that all I need?
But he needs something more,
something to cry for, something to ball up in your fist
and die for, something that makes us lust for more.
When everyone is telling you what you should do,
you forget your own options. He wonders
if it’s possible to handle all the stress this is causing.
His vision is blurry.
He has no glasses just so he can see clearly
between what he loves and what he holds dearly,
so his eyes start to water and he feels so sad,
thinking it’s pathetic to even think like that.
So he tries a new strategy,
instead of going fast, he decides to go steady,
not worrying about the future, just about what he has already,
and it ends up fine because everything’s working for me.
Tagged with: isiah
BLISSFUL BEAUTY
On March 26, 2012
by ERIC
Rudimentary thought of being sensual
Your eyes cease my ability to breathe
A pulmonary sensitive suffocation
A thought taking me back
To first principle
Your essence equals sunshine
An uproar of praise to your parents
For blessing
This lone soul with someone
So sublime
Light my path with your gleaming eyes
A sparkling smile
And hands like pillows
So soft
They clash and entwine
With palms as rough and cold as mine
To lead to the edge of time
Then turn backwards toward forever
My beloved love of mine causing me to do better by
Mending a broken heart
With broken promises
That become actuality
Practicality clenching the hope of catching the pursuit of happiness
My heart isolated from the public
We sit on the pinnacles of the towers
So far above the gist
Keeping my heart in your thoughts
Unlike the others
That clutch my heart in fists
Keep it safe from the pessimists
Tagged with: eric
AFFECTION THERAPY
On March 26, 2012
by ERIC
My thoughts flourish
Blooming of roses
That prick the fingers
Of the least important
The people that show concern
Don’t get pricked by the thorns
You played with the intensity in my heart
And I was scorned
Choosing to abstain from romance
Until I return
The mellifluous melody of your voice kept me in contempt
Love’s pure sting
Showed the true difference
My thoughts apprehended
Taken captive
Catching my hands to burn
Stripping my independence
The drug in me is you
And I am dependent
Your love is my addiction
Our separation is my withdrawal
The razor cuts to me are like
A heroin needle being imprinted
Heroine mission
Grasps my attention
Take me away from tendencies
That lead me to the ledge of buildings
Your aroma is my stimulant
Your picture remains in my mind
Like lockets
But I try to discard the pendant
I am sent to rehab for love
But remain lackadaisical of your remembrance
I strain to gain the voice to utter good riddance
Some say that I need that
But to me if we were face to face, it would be a relapse
Tagged with: eric
SPLIT SECOND
On March 26, 2012
by ERIC
A cultivated mind
Is ushered onto the wrong path and the steps backwards are fading
As the sand gets wet by the tears
The dirt is stained
Into the cracked pavement
Adolescents trip as they tries to chase it
Nonstop into traffic
As automobiles only graze them
The headlights lay on the horizon of there thoughts
But if the perspective for this time being was changing
to behind the front license plating
The thoughts of the driver as the direction of the car swerves, swaying
Speeding past the image of child
Because of the bad day and lost of patience
Being laid off from income
Left the driver with clenched teeth
And now laid into hospital bed just waiting
For the medication to settle the pain
From hitting a tree
Loss of money and concentration
Is a small price to pay for the ability to not have to grieve
A split second is the difference between head-on injury
Tagged with: eric
END TO BEGINNING
On March 26, 2012
by DEMONTE
I was raised in the 317, born in Cleveland city.
I saw all these dudes in the pity,
smokin and drinkin to their end,
gangsta thug play tryin to fit in,
but the end is where most begin,
change their life around to win,
but on this road to success some will be injured, maybe even die,
but if they believe in HIM they will fly.
thats why I say some should start their lives from the end
to make a new beginning.
I knew a guy when I was young. He was screwed up in the head. He was one one of those types of people who knew right from wrong, but he always did the wrong and told me and my friends to do the right. Like one day, me and my friends were riding our bikes around the block, and we saw a group of dudes jumping this one guy, but we knew that the guy was joining that gang because you have to be jumped to get in a gang. So the guy finally got up and it was him who told us not to do wrong. Then it was weird, right when he got off the ground, he looked up straight at us and then started limping towards us. When he finally was in front of us, he said don’t ever join a gang.
Me and my friends were like why is he telling us this and he just joined a gang, but we all said nothing. I knew he was a good person playing gangster. I also knew that getting jumped into a gang is not all you have to do to get in a gang. You also have to prove yourself, that means you have to injure or kill someone. I wondered to myself would this guy who tells us not to do wrong kill or hurt someone. Two days later, I heard my mom screaming on the phone, and I was pretty sure that she was getting bad news on the phone. When she got off, I asked her what’s wrong. She said the guy who always told us to do good not wrong had to prove himself to the gang and he tried to shoot another person in a different gang but instead he got shot in the head. He was in a coma for six weeks before he finally woke up.
He could not work the right side of his body that well, and he stuttered a lot. He had to do 6 months of physical therapy, and he was wheelchair bound for a while, and when he came out of the hospital, he was a different person, not physically but spiritually. He was totally into Christ and all throughout the neighborhood he would speak of God, and people listened. He changed my hood. He died going into that hospital and came out the hospital born again. He started his life from the end and made a new beginning.
Tagged with: demonte
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