I'm not a fool, but I know insurrection. The night hides the truth from its very conception. Run toward the light, bright, run until you're out of sight. Sit down. Frown. Let your thoughts play around.
Sometimes I'm cruel, but it's often misconception. I act like a dick, but it's for my own protection. I am not some perfect vessel, I am flawed, raw, easy to tears and blood. I slam the door to my brain with a dull thud. But I remember what it was like...to wake up in pain, covered in blood, no memory of the night before. I have spent hours and days and years trying to reconstruct nights because their blankness makes me so uncomfortable. Scared.
There are no rules, no yellow card ejections. You can make it up as you go, chop it into sections. Stack them up and see how high they go, the low blow, the self-loathing. You can hide so much in thrift store clothing.
I'm done now, and I realize that I often write its/it's wrong. And I hear Antrobus' voice in the back of my head. But I'm trying man. I really am. I get so hot and frantic when I try to think of grammar rules. Besides, it don't matter much anyway.
As long as you can read what the words say.
Awesome! It’s a rap poem. Great rhythm. I know the feeling. I need a redo.
ReplyDeleteVickie J
Woman
ReplyDeleteWoman. Curves etched from baking sand.
A scarlet desert in my mind
births stripped leaves of emerald green.
So I am known. The sky the shyest tint
of ocean blue, burning anew,
washing me of all I thought I ever knew.
And so we stand in the full wide open,
arms outspread, eyes tight closed,
for we are here, newly awakened.
We feel the sun’s hands on our faces,
the warmest breath of air,
and the knowledge we are loved.
Vickie J
I wrote this yesterday in a pub:
ReplyDeleteSound bath
A tone-out, zone-out,
pure rush of layer upon layer spent,
this slide of water gushing out.
Bubbles flatten into spiral calm,
transport you high into starry realms
entering into dark. A step-out,
a tearing out of the humdrum
thoughts & echoes of your mind
until there is no movement,
only quiet, afloat on the ripples
where you dream sometime to be.
Vickie J
Marvelous vintage MaderRap™. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI definitely got into the cadence and the rhyming.
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