Horror Story

Darkness has spread
Throughout the streets
The eerie creek
Of screen doors
& stormshutters swaying
Back & forth in the wind
Sends shudders & shivers
In spines
Simultaneously

But this isn't your average
Horror Story

The clouds move
And suddenly
The reflection of the moon
Turns pavement
Into sun dunes
Doom
lingers around the corner
Waiting for instructions
On what further
To do

But this is not your average
Horror Story

Don't worry
It still has your favorite characters

The innocent woman
Who's just trying to
Find her way
Living her life
night & day
by
night & day

Until she randomly meets

him

Forget "Man of her Dreams"
Non-existant
Extinct
Was this type of dude
Too good be true
Was an understatement

So when the leading lady
Gets scared
Of his uniqueness
What does that make him?

I am the villain to her horror story

Me saying "I'm sorry"
When I'm wrong
Terrifies her

Cooking her surprise dinners
When she comes home
Horrifies her

Me never denying her
Never disregarding my loyalty to her
Shocks her

My refusal to ridicule her
My yearn to never yell at her
My faith in her
My forgiveness of mistakes of hers
My ease of letting my pockets break for her
Has taken the essence
The life
From her

So she runs

She thinks that she's broken free
Of me
But the ghost of my prescence
Is presented in her dreams
Her resentment of her decision stalks her

My uniqueness haunts her

The fact that no man can live up to what I can give
Damn near brings her to the brink
Of death
She wakes with deep breaths

Awoken by nightmares of a perfect family
A white picket fence
A House on a hill
Things that make sense
But because she's afraid
It's just
annoyance

She's tired of running
Just as much as I'm tired
Of chasing
So being that as I said before
that this is not ya average horror story
I'm gonna be the 1 villain to quit
And walk into my own glory

If you insist
On why I added this
simple, yet complex twist
It's because this
Is not at all
a horror story

Its my life

A heartbreak's epitome

The summary
Of events
That have effected
Every bit of me

Personally

This is nothing more
Than my average

Love story

#ShotsFired

#Boom

That's the sound of a generation lost
Confused as to what to do
So unaware of where their spirit lies
That they're searching for it
Via facebook

#Pow

That's the sound of a future unknown
So stupid as to who they are
That they're using
the amount of people
that follow them
to determine their own value

#Zing

Shots fired
Outta my brain
Thru my fingers
Onto my blackberry
Into an app
That provides me
The opportunity to
"express myself"
However these same
fingers are trapped
Dancing across letters
In a reply
To my sick friend's status
Telling her to feel better

#Zoom

On that bullet is my guilt
Because of the pedastal I built
Saying
"I'll continue to use
social networking
as long as
I don't allow it
to use me"
Still, Excuse me
Pardon me
Don't mind me
For I don't need a profile
To define me

#Bam

That's the sound of a friendship lost
A relationship gone
A family broken
Because of a status posted
As much as I hope it
Times will never go back
To how it used to be

When couples started out talking face to face
When hate wasn't as publicized as it is today
When long lost friends
got caught up on their lives
because they actually met some place
When you received rejection in 1 of 2 ways
Over the phone or in your face
When "delete friend" didn't mean
You lost a spot on someone's page
You were literally erased

When people knew how to
write & type right
When a hashtag
and a few words strung together
didn't completely sum up
somebody's life

When things were simple
And it didn't take
seeing a status or a tweet
to complicate it

#Kablam

There goes tranquility
There goes hostility
There goes love
There goes friends
There goes pain
There goes lonelyness
There goes lazyness
There goes desire

We're all goners

#VictimsOfShotsFired

Numb

Emptyness
Is filling my void
Urges to love or hate
Are destroyed

There is nothing

An empty glass bottle
That once had the carbonation
Of emotions bubbling
On its insides
Stands alone
At room temperature
No warmth
No coldness
Just dry

Just a guy
Who's tried
To control his pride
As the people he loved
So dearly
Have him
Ostricized
Criticized
Scrutinized
&
Crucified

Call me Jesus
But I don't wanna die
For my people's sins
I used to though
Unconditional Love
in my heart used to flow
But now if you were
To speak into my soul
You would hear your own
Echo

I feel nothing

No more blood
Boiling or freezing
in my veins
But I know
Its still flowing
Because my life
Is sustained

2 rivers
Unknowingly & uncontrollably
stream on both sides
Of my face
They're not of pain
They're not of sorrow
They're not of joy

Tears of nothing

When I say this
You may be appalled
But I both love & hate
that I'm feeling
The feeling of not feeling

Its amazing
that you can still feel

Nothing at all

Why Did He Give Me Keys?

This poem was written 2 & a half years ago... It was for an assignment I had in a poetry workshop... The group of us were all sitting in desk arranged in this huge circle. The professor asked us to take out one random item (whether it be from a bag, pocket, purse, etc.) and give it to the student sitting across from us. Whatever was on your desk, you had to write a poem about it, or include it in a poem. I gave someone a Miami Heat hat I had on that day. A guy sitting across from me gave me a karabiner with keys on it. Ironically (considering my accident and all the drama afterward), I came up with this:


Why Did He Give Me Keys?

I asked for them myself
A karabiner is given
And it’s destined for death
Because of what’s on my breath

It’s a lethal mistake
We’re in a place where
Walls spin counterclockwise, where
Eyes are either wide or shut, where
Vibrations of the earth are not made
from moving plates, but rather from
the sweet escape musical notes will
take one to.

A screamed announcement
Starts the stumbling stampede
And you hand me the keys to my Hyundai
Thank you for everything
My funeral’s on Monday

Demoted

Last week
I got demoted
From my position
Of power
Back to just
A mere associate

When I received the notice
I acted like I didn't already notice
What was bound to happen
Considering the conversations I had
With the manager
In her office

Not only cause of lack of focus
I lost this opportunity
Because of my maturity
Apparently since I'm carefree
From time to time
And I allow
wandering & questioning thoughts
& the opinions of peers
To cross my mind
I'm
Considered guilty
For innocently
Committing a crime

My job
Was to lead
But I didn't succeed
I didn't supply
Enough effort
To meet
The demands
The wants
The needs
Of what was
Required of me

I'm a great worker
An excellent person
But if she can't see that
What's it worth then?

Is it worth me staying?
Knowing I've got the potential
To be playing
The position
I need to be
But because of my "inadequacies"
Its now a place I'll never reach
A setting I'll never see
Especially
Since somebody has already
Filled out their application
Been interviewed twice
And has been hired
To replace me

As much as I don't want to believe
That this is the end for me
It's devastating not meeting
A goal
You've been patiently waiting for
However,
It is only an occupation
& amidst all the frustration
There will be soon a time of elation

Til then I'm saying
All I wanted to do was
To excel at my duties
To love
Appreciate
& Motivate you
Truthfully

I know this might be debated
But I may ask to be terminated
Because I don't know how long I can take this

This feeling of being demoted
From the position of power
That I was 1st promoted
From being your love, your man
To now being
just a mere associate

I Don't Know (Spread Love)

I'm stuck in this place
& as the water
In my hands
Is splashed across my face

I look up
And my eyes
Fixate
On his face

I ask him

"What do I write about?"

My reflection replies

"I don't know"

This is the constant conversation
That occurs anytime
I'm pressed with the pressure
To write what feels right

To shine a light
Within the dark void
That's in my brain

Its a shame
That 85% of my poems
Start out as

"I don't know"

3 years into this life
And I'm still trying
To find
My poet/speaker's
identity

Its integrity

Its spirit

Its soul

But all that comes out
Is

"I don't know"

I wanna be able to talk about anything
I wanna be able to talk about everything
I wanna write about the struggle my people go through
I wanna write about religion and different brainwashing methods made to control you
I wanna say a deep metaphor like sayin
when clowns juggle its the same thing you do
With ya life's situations
I wanna write about this country's stupid stipulations
and flaws in its laws
I wanna write about hate
I wanna write something that causes debate
Something that'll make you have to slow ya brain's intake
Like "hold up, wait....
UGH! That's sick!"

I wanna write realness
Raise awareness
Reach higher than the airwaves
All while freeing the slaves
That are the minds of today

But all I know how to write exquisitely about

Is love

Trust I know it doesn't sound like much
But its ironic cause
People wouldn't have to write about pain & frustrations and such
If there was more love in the world
To eradicate and erase that stuff

Its tough but once my face is dried
And I leave my reflection aside
I look
To where my pride resides
& Pull out any love that a blackberry
Can hold in its insides

I pray to the Most High with my
Head bowed & closed eyes
And before my thumbs can caress
letters to form words
A voice is heard

It speaks two words

From above

In a whisper it says

"Spread Love"

Write About Me

I hate it when girls
Ask me

"Can you
write something about me
Please?"

"Will you
scribble something you feel
In pertaining to me?

"Would you
recite something you think
In reference to me?"

Inspiration isn't forced
Its given
So its highly difficult
To be driven
With a thought for a poem
That's not premeditated or
"Pre-Written"

But I'll do it anyway
Regardless of what you say
I'll never be able to live up
To what is wanted
any day

What do you want me to say?

You want me to talk about you
Ok I got that boo
But what's deeper than just you

You want the truth?

That I may miss you
That I sometimes reminisce
Kissing you
Talking to you
Holding you
Walking with you

Or can you not handle that?

Would you rather I say this?

That you were stupid
That I wish I was never hit
Smack dab in the middle
Of my emotions
With an arrow
Sent from cupid
That you missed out
On the illest kid
Known on the planet

Or something different?

Like how you're a good friend
Like how although I'm not attracted to you
but I love your smooth skin
Like how you send
My face a grin
And the ends
Of my mouth
Then suspend
In opposite directions
Like how I couldn't resist you then
can't resist you now
And probably never will again

How bout this?
You are a woman of resilience
Persistance
A woman of resistance
And dominance

A woman of trust
A woman of lust
A woman made of the stuff
Of legend
A heroine

A woman so special
I'd rewind time
So then
You could be somehow mine
Again

Does this suffice?
Was I right?
Did this poem do everything & more
Than what you might
Have thought before?

I hope so
If not
My b
But try & do this favor for me

Put yourself in my shoes please
try to solve a simple complexity
And

Write About Me