I want to write from the heart
I want these damn poems to bleed
free my coronary valves of their insecurity and shake the depressing shackles that bound them to limits
because I am tired
of looking in the mirror and not realizing who the fuck I am
Hiding behind half felt smiles and telling myself you'll never end up like her and praying to god that one day she comes back.
but I am sick and tired of waiting.
I want to write from the heart
I want these damn poems to bleed.
Honoring a poetic prowess of fingers dancing along keyboards because this is the only way I feel
because I feel alone. naked and vulnerable to the shadows that are consuming me.
Looking up to the sky and wondering can God really hear me.
Because I am tired of praying
for everyone in this world to love one another like family but
I am one mad man standing alone speaking to deaf ears
but who am I but some man enslaved to the affection of women.
Writing poetry half drunk to somehow get a clearer image of myself
and what went a wrong
because half way through this poem their is no blood and a tear hasn't fallen because
my heart doesn't function the way it used to
I can't smile like a child anymore
My lips are calloused from words uttered and affected by self ego
because I am standing in crowded rooms screaming to unnoticed by standers "do you know who the fuck I am"
these frail arms are trying to shake sense of morality into these lifeless passerby's but I'm not strong enough to help.
I want to write a poem where a whole crowd snaps like lightning and thunder and where men go home and are content with a good night kiss from their true one and only.
I want to write my way into the hearts of millions so that they can carry bits of my soul long after I have retired my body.
I want to write a poem that bleeds purity of the art form
langston and Woolf will look down from their places among the heavens and smile upon my good works
but I am 18 years old, drunk in my apartment. orchestrating a elegant cry for help
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