Poetry Portfolio
Why not me?
Maybe I did not make you feel special.
No wait that was you.
Maybe I could not find ways to show you that you meant something to me.
No wait that was you.
Maybe, I did not make all your imperfections perfections.
No wait that was you.
Maybe, I didn’t try and make you smile every day.
No wait that was you.
Maybe, just maybe, I left your heart hanging.
No wait that again was just you.
The Final Leap
The moment in time where the kitchen becomes my haven
Pans are clean and the knives have been shaven
The ingredients stand ready and prepare for battle
My hands are steady and they cannot be rattled
The sound of the pans is no competition for the beat of my heart
The time has come and the bell rings for my challenge to start
With precision and composure I put the ingredients together
With the hours of practice I know I have become better
The sweat droplets from the arduous hour of work become evident
The smell of beauty arises from the creation and makes me feel confident
Now I wait and let the General take over and heat up the competition
The smell of victory is nearby and I am close to completion
The final test is left to see if it is palatable to the Almighty Mommy
The joy and happiness waits to begin its tsunami
The final message was finally delivered
The smile from the Almighty meant that the mission had been conquered
Tears of the Wounded
No one knows how I feel when I’m down…
No one knows what to say when I’m down…
The heart is a delicate flower…
I wish I had that power…
The one that could cure that precious 16th year old girl’s heart…
The moment that makes her feel like everything has fallen apart…
The one that sheds those tears after an immature boy leaves her to be alone…
Sometimes I wish my heart was as hard as a stone…
Over the years I’ve realized that my heart is soft as the pillow my tears fall upon…
For once I need a shoulder to cry on…
Best I Ever Had
Moments in my life have never seemed so bright…
You are the one that brings the sun into my night…
Without you I can hardly breathe…
If you were with me I would treat you like nothing but royalty
I’ll give you nothing but my loyalty…
I would be honored if you became my princess…
You give me the strength to climb Everest…
Me and my pumas are no competition…
For this piece of art that is in my vision…
You are the reason God rested on the seventh day…
He made you out of nothing but first-class clay…
You are the reason I do not go astray…
Because of you I don’t not fray…
You are the perfect view…
The 7 wonders of the world have nothing on you…
Tick. Tock.
Woken up by the rays of God’s creation.
Sleep came uneasy with the thought of what tomorrow would bring.
The stork did not bring a package of bliss.
The news came in as a diving scavenger feasts upon the already feasted upon.
A text here, a phone call there, to only leave an indefinite hint.
The minute of happiness surpasses the hours of sadness.
Stars in your eyes do not get dimmer.
Brightness of the rays that explode as a smile peeks through only brings warmth.
This heart cannot take another round of peek-a-boo.
Life would be better spent seeking your hidden treasure.
Lost Friends
Seconds, minutes, hours invested
Late nights, homework assignments left unfinished
A friendship that meant more than the world
At the end left with a feeling that is so cold
The only question that is left in my head is, Why?
Does it have to be so awkward when we just say hi and bye?
The part of my heart that was once yours is now empty
When I am with you all I feel is apathy
Our friendship was always filled with laughs and smiles
You are the only person for whom I would walk a thousand miles
Do you ever miss me? Do you ever want us to be?
All I have left is the heartfelt memories
Seasons have passed and the leaves have fallen from the trees
Lady Gold
Trained over the years for this moment
All I had to do is finish the 200 and get my gold medal
Waiting for the shot to go off
Eyes straight ahead
No distractions, no temptations to false start
No reason I could not accomplish my goal
No reason why I should not come out victorious
The only thing stopping me was the man in the lane to the right
His determination, his will power
Lady gold always had a way to twirl both of us around her finger
I am nikin. He is rebookin.
I am rockin the white and green
He is flashin the red and white
The finger pulled the trigger.
We were going side to side. Step for step.
Lady Gold reached out for one us.
She chose our fates with no hesistation.
I stood and watched him take his victory lap and hold up the hand of lady gold.
Moment of Truth
If you promise not to laugh; or leave.
I’ll put my thoughts through a sieve.
Separate the bullshit from what’s real.
I swear I’ll tell you what I feel.
I have this anxious feeling;
The one that creeps up your spine and makes your heart flutter.
The one you get right before you do something important,
Or before you try something new.
Beads of nervous energy trickling down my forehead
Palms drenched with idyllic dreams.
Hoping that if I play this right, I’ll come out on top.
Wondering though, what that actually means…
If you promise not to laugh; or leave.
I’ll put my thoughts through a sieve.
Separate the bullshit from what’s real.
I swear I’ll tell you what I feel.
I’ve lost too many times before.
I fight like Trump though; bankrupt many times
Keep coming back for more.
Or maybe I’m cat-like; but I think I’m on my ninth life.
Averse to risk? Not I, not ever. Not in this verse.
Not in this life. Gambler like Norton
But I’m tired of being in this Boiler Room.
If you promise not to laugh; or leave.
I’ll put my thoughts through a sieve.
Separate the bullshit from what’s real.
I swear I’ll tell you what I feel.
The downfall of man…
The two extremes in a man’s world.
Why does a man only drop his shield for these two wonders of the world?
They come with satisfaction.
They come with grief and sorrow.
Make a man wake up with a smile.
Will make a man go from being confident to fragile.
For one he will lay his heart out on his hand.
For the other he will sweat and bleed.
Is there any way man can live without them?
Is there a way to convince man it ain’t worth it?
The rap game will have nothing to rap about.
A man with pride will have nothing to be proud about.
Money.
The pieces of paper that are bounded in a rubber band.
Clipped on a wallet, hidden away in a pocket.
The glory of a man’s hard work.
The passport to an extravagant world.
Women.
The necessity of all man-kind.
The cause of the Taj Mahal.
The cause of the death of Romeo.
The cause of the tears of a proud man.
Is there a reason why man is in desperate need?
There is no reason for one or the other.
A topic that we should just let be.
For there will be no solution to the problem.
One Prospect
Bright lights; busy streets.
Crosswalks filled with meetings, iphones, errands, thoughts.
For some a night to remember, for others a night to regret and forget.
Convenience stores occupied by smokers, drinkers, and first time love makers.
Restaurants flowing with birthdays, 2 month monthsaries, 25 year anniversaries.
Cups filled with white-chocolate mocha, pepsi-cola, or a little bit of Sky vodka.
From a stranger’s view only clutter comes to mind,
From a view of four eyes, two hearts only hands holding, tight hugging, forehead kissing comes to mind.
What I was. What I am.
I was that guy who made you smile
Now I’m the guy who makes you tear
I was that guy whose number you would dial
Now I’m the guy who can’t take away your fears
I was that guy who made you laugh til you pee’d
Now I’m the guy that causes pain
I was that guy whose name you would breathe
Now I’m the guy who makes sad when there is rain
I was that guy who made you happy
Now I’m the guy who makes you frustrated
I was that guy who you loved even when I looked crappy
Now I’m the guy who makes you wanna throw a brick that is gold plated
I was that guy for who you cared
Now I’m the guy who has pain in his knuckles
I was that guy who went places that no one would dare
Now I’m the guy who thinks about his decisions and chuckles
I was that guy who you loved dearly
Now I’m the guy who cannot cheer you up
I was that guy who called you lovely
Now I’m the guy who will not hear you burp
I was that guy who bought you a flower
Now I’m the guy who makes you hang up to cry
I was that guy who you kissed even when my lips were sour
Now I’m the guy who cannot make your eyes stay dry
I was that guy who made you cringe
Now I’m the guy who makes you think if you should wait
I was that guy who made you on a love binge
Now I’m the guy who does not let you think straight
I was that guy who would bless you with his sweet talk
Now I’m the guy who thinks he made the biggest mistake of his life this year
I was that guy who you loved to mock
Now I’m the guy who sits in tears
The Ride of My Life
Happiness. Sorrow. Uneven feelings. Bad Pain. Good Pain. Crush. Cloud 9. Cute Nicknames. Hurt. Regret. Hard Landing. Mixed Signals. Awkwardness. Laughs. Giggles. Beating Heartbeat. Beaten Heart beat. Lost. Unaware. Unhappiness.
You are the roller coaster of this being.
Please make this ride stop. Please.
A Different Approach
For once I just wanted to say something other than I’m good when you ask how are you.
Something along the lines of, I wake up every day with you on my mind.
My every breath ends with an echo of the syllables of your name.
I get this butterflies in your stomach kinda feeling that feels so blissful inside when I’m graced with your presence.
This game of rock papers scissors shoot ended with a wounded rock beaten by a piece of paper inked by every memory we have together.
Ah my heart has turned into this petal-less rose as a symbol that you love me not with thorns that prick and prick until this body goes numb.
T’was a night where I felt your warmth radiating from your hug.
Ah what a dream it was that ended with a rude awakening that led me from flight school to not looking so bright school.
A kite without its wind.
Sundae without its cherry.
A too cool for school college guy without his Trojan.
Poetry without her beauty.
But right now the only response that this wounded petal-less beaten loveless guy has to say is I’m good.
Just, good.
Day 19
Falling fast as we count the seconds,
Sent down as individuals for one purpose,
Can’t help but stare and watch,
Seems to feel like I am waiting for something to launch,
Moon’s reflection tonight brings the street lights to shame,
Wind places them in the right spot as if it were a game,
Power of God’s creation,
Beauty I witness as I sit and watch from my station,
This second, this minute, this hour it will bring me happiness,
Tomorrow I shall patiently wait to see if it will bring me sadness.
2 years ago • Notes
