Oct 11
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Breath

I wish to exhale 
my soul 
like cigarette smoke 

pulling everything in,
to the very bottom 
then 

letting it go 
opening up, letting,
the bird from the cage 

free, finally 

 
Oct 11
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Edge

My feel curls at the edges 
of the earth 
oblivion holds my back 

breezes tickles my hair 
swaying me in a waltz.
distances apart are 
familiar faces 

laughter travels in whispers 
towards me, tears 
wetting my cardboard heart 

the words leave me 
in a whisper
letting oblivion catch me  
uncurling my feet 
goodbye   Travels out,  distances 


 
Oct 11
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Simple

Make it simple 
for me please 
all I know is extreme 

Nothing 
about me 
is simple 

I don't see
I feel the leaves falling 

I don't notice
the water. I am the water 

so please make it 
simple for me 

my mind is pulling
towards insanity


 
Oct 10
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Hope

A microscopic speck of light
Fluttering around.
Bleak nothingness stacks towards.

Unknowingly the light gets closer
Moving towards the unknown
Naïve to the dangers of nothing.

Kissing, the light flings back
Shocked, breathless
Closer the nothingness comes.

Closer and closer, a vulture circling
Withering and gasping
The light flickers and holds.

Naked and exposed
Spasming for warmth
Surrounded by eyes

The light try's
Fights to keep flickering
Watched by death

It is patient
Death will wait
And stare

Almost a grin
Moves the nothingness
Waiting for the light to go out.

 
May 23
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Consent

The words never
left my quivering lips 
but
my hips jerked
Towards his
I let my hands
slip of my layers

Still, I don't know
If I was okay
I can't say yes to dates
now cause that leads to sex
sex
brings tears to my eyes

but

I took off my clothes 
I let him touch me
I said it didn't hurt
but I cried
my body wouldn't open 


but

he still wanted me
so
now it was my hand 
mom 
save me. Please

I thought 
looking away
crying

I see him 
every day
and I feel     okay 
I guess
but, I think about it
and the boy
doing this 
has his face 

but 
it's blurry 
smeared with confusion
I took off my clothes
I cried I let him touch me
I looked away

I don't know 
if I should be fine
or if I was almost another
victim 
May 23
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Spring Death

Canary sings, no warning bells 
Gentle breeze, cold bullets 
Petals spotting the halls, falling like tears
blood panting white tiles
bodies in broken dozens
Prayers clouds in a gray sky

Robins nest with broken shells 
caskets with a cap and gown
faded convers collecting dust on the gravestone 
Two pieces of paper, A graduation of life and education 

Blue jays mournful sorrow
Sinning with swallows 
trying to fly with kingbirds
with cheers of saving the young 


 
May 23
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Spring Death

Canary sings, no warning bells 
Gentle breeze, cold bullets 
Petals spotting the halls, falling like tears
blood panting white tiles
bodies in broken dozens
Prayers clouds in a gray sky

Robins nest with broken shells 
caskets with a cap and gown
faded convers collecting dust on the gravestone 
Two pieces of paper, A graduation of life and education 

Blue jays mournful sorrow
Sinning with swallows 
trying to fly with kingbirds
with cheers of saving the young 


 
May 10
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Now we kill the blues

Title- Now we kill the blues
 
Mama, The blues died
The wolf ani't howlin, anymore
The king is gone,
The waters are no longer muddy
Mama the blues are dead,
It’s the time of fakes voices,
Of sex,
Drugs and vulgar langue.
Its time of men spitten and cursing.
The subway is here,
It’s the 6 train.
 
Honey, ya can’t kill the blues
We are in Harlem, the palace of jazz and blues
The blues are immortal
Forever, the soul
In our blood and bones.
Honey, ya can’t kill the blues
The king is strong,
The wolf  is howlin every night,
the sky the color of his skin.
The blues can’t die
As the soul
Of black nation
The blood, foundation
Of Harlem.
The six train is late.

 
May 07
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Boys


As hair grows
In the groves of
Our bodies
And breast bloom
And sprout on our chest
Blood flows in rivers
Down our legs
With each new trail
A new one comes.


The PMS,
The pain in back and breast,
The unsavable underwear now
Only used for that time.
The worst of all is
The crave for flesh,
Attention and love.

The very deep rumble
Of a man's voice
The gaze of a strong body blues
The touch of the finger to the hand
Can finish you and undo
The crumbling sanity
The worst of all are the boys. ​

 
 
Apr 30
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The truth of Time

A speedy scaly snake
A slow slimy snail
 A transformer of many things.

A magician overall humans
and the earth,
Casting spells of age and change

The old curse and spat At the magician
 The young bed and plead With the magician

The magician tall and giant
In a clock of the night sky
 And stars
Does not move in the breeze
Of there complaints

Still, they complain
 But still his deaf
The truth of the magician
 Is that he is blind
 And deaf
To the need of mankind
 
 

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