You are a poet because of the way in which you document your life.
Don’t let them get you down
I know you probably supported them
and their dreams so much so that you lost yourself
And now that you’re reaching for the stars
it seems they are intentionally avoiding your endeavors
That the support you provided isn’t reciprocated
That’s ok cuz this is your fucking dream
Dream bigger since it’s just you
dream louder and longer
and don’t stop until you have everything you’ve ever wanted
just because they don’t have the courage to support you while you’re learning
doesn’t mean you’ll never be good enough
keep going keep digging
I’ve stopped using dressers
My clothes are shoved into a trunk
I wear them wrinkled and uncoordinated
But I did my hair and painted my nails
that must balance it out in some way
While the shaded lilies stand rigid
I under the sun thaw
Swaying with the wind
We rooted in the same soil
Drinking in the same nutrients
Me pounded by friction
Withered wilted until again I bloom
I feel so spun up these words taste like wallpaper
The blank walls have turned colorful and talkative
they chatter and I chatter back
The gates of my garden are left open to wanderers
They say I’m too friendly and I shouldn’t be so trusting
and that matters of love are a waste of time
But that just isn’t me
The roses have died and bloomed
been over watered and pruned too early
But come spring they show their rosey pink cheeks
as if none of those things
Gold paint was left unopened beneath the microwave
Butter knife around the edges to release the magic
What shall I paint?
To My dismay the purple roses I planted for my grandmother
have turned pink
do they no longer honor her
Will they bloom again this spring?
Past the roses are dandelions
past the dandelions are dead leaves
left over from fall.
I tip the bucket and drizzle them gold again
golden leaves in the spring
the ones off to the side where no one is supposed to look
I painted them.
And they glistened in this hidden place
an exchange for boredom
This piece was inspired by Sculpture Grounds located in Old Lyme Connecticut.
I grew up watching my brother and his closest friends play video games and also sneaking into my brother’s closet to read his comic books shhh. So finding a community on Facebook that included video games in their daily content felt just like home. I just wanted to take the time to share a link to my favorite community titled The Extraordinary Journey of a Black Nerd Group. I think they provide interesting and engaging content including cosplay, movie reviews, funny memes, and great conversation starters. The comments are usually the best part. I also love Marvel and they have a lot of pretty cool conversations on the comics and movies. I have learned so much in this group when it comes to all comic books. You should totally check them out!
Here’s a note from the founder and a sample post that made me smile.
“I created this group to share my personal journey as a nerd, and to provide an open and supportive environment for Nerds and Geeks of any race, color, or creed to discuss Comics, Video Games, Entertainment, Sci-Fi, Books, Movies and more!
This group Is neutral ground and a place to share our love of all things nerdy!”
-Jemal ‘PlanetEJOBN Founder’
Figured I’d add another convenience link for you to click. 🙂 You’re welcome.
I circled him
finding his flaws In every inch of my poetry
I don’t touch him because
he’s my own sacred shrine
untouched by human artists
Untouched by the words of man
Only to be described in silence by the divine
Whether you believe in that type of thing
he’ll tell you to believe and behind him
I’d nod, yes, conflicted
I want him as my own
but I want the world to know this sacred
feeling I can’t afford to lose.