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Prophecies from the Avenue

Manifestations and revelations

Astro traveling with no destination

Ego’s in search of a self destructive truth

Poets organizing melodies in a booth

Sleeping giants being resurrected

To the call of queens who’ve been disrespected

Werewolves who aren’t afraid of silver

Ghettos prophets without a filter

Everyone alive but no one living

Mercenaries who have forgot their mission

Many asking and only few being chose

Paved soil somehow birthing a rose

Dark clouds that blot out the sun

Free spirits being shunned

That which is seeking is being sought

Those who are teaching are being taught

Saved souls who prefer sinning

The last days are only the beginning

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Supernova

When the universe speaks its time to listen

Or you’ll end up a wonderer without a mission

Signs are hidden in plane sight

Like landminds, ready to ignite

The call for greatness cannot be ignored

Each journey offering a little bit more

Where this road ends, we don’t yet know

These lives we lead are the lives we’ve chose

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Lifestyle

Menace to society

In my neighborhood I’m the kid who my neighbors fear and hate.

I’m come off as overly aggressive and easily agitated because my providers have never made me feel safe.

While walking home from school or the park, I often envision how life would be, if I were smart.

The darkness seems to have gotten me surrounded, so I apologize if I’m always frowning.

My enemies seem to outnumber my friends so I end my relationships before they begin.

years mental abuse have made me numb, so can’t imagine loving anyone.

Inside of my head is never silent, so I’m peaceful settings I often become violent.

Sometimes people try to help me get over my fears, but I can’t help but feel like no one cares.

Maybe things would be easier if I were famous and rich, but that dream can be easily interrupted by a pinch.

One day I might admit the way I feel and confess my truth so that I can finally heal.

I guess only time will tell, if I’ll ever escape from this rotten hell.

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Hollywood Slim

There once was a kid who had nowhere to go. He had a whole lot of mouth but nothing to show. So he went to streets and started walking around with heat. Hustled on other niggas corners so he was always in some beef. But shorty had potential that kept deeply buried, he was tired of running the streets and making his mom worry. He wanted to be star but he was too scared to mention, he was smartest kid in class but he stayed in detention. He wasn’t all the bad he just needed some attention, couldn’t go see his dad so instead he climbing fences.Every night he would go home and write down his dreams and imagine how life was behind the big screen. Thinking of way that he could grind is way out, all the pain from the past made him want to scream and shout. Before he’d go to sleep at night he’d pray to above, everybody saw trouble but he really needed love.

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What’s reality?

I believe that we are all afraid and because we are afraid we create personalities as defense mechanism against this world which seems so unpredictable at times.

We never know what will or won’t happen and it causes us to create super hero’s in our minds; who’s jobs are to protect of from the chaos.

In effect, these super hero’s become personalities that we take on often take on to fight anyone or anything perceived to threaten our so called existence.

If this is true, if we can create various personalities based on our fears and perceptions of the world; how can we really say that who we claim to be or what we claim to see is real?

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Hopeless in Rome

I’ve done some crazy, inexplainable and nonsensical things in the pursuit of love. For the most part, I can honestly say that I don’t regret any of them – ok maybe a few things- because the thought of finding someone who understand you without words, feels you without having to touch you, and loves you unconditionally makes every set back and disappointment worth it. It also makes life worth living.

How delighted I was when I found out that this person I’ve been fantasizing about all my life is my self.

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The Goat

Dear Self,

Lately I feel like it’s just me and you

Because no one understand the changes I’m going through

In my mind, if 1 wins, nobody can lose

So why do I feel so uncomfortable expressing good news?

Is it my fault that they got complacent?

While I built myself and reconstructing my foundation

I want it to be love but it feels like they hatin

Like they want me to fall and won’t mind waiting

Maybe they got used to me being broke

Now I be flexing like I’m selling dope

But you know something that they’ll never know

Like how even when it got dark I never lost hope

And even when it rain didn’t stop I saw over the rainbow

So I deserve the world and everything in it

And when I reach the top I’ll have you as my witness

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