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I thought that you had my back.

Uh…
I rack my mind trying to find where I went wrong
Was I choosy, was I just selfish?
Putting my thoughts, my wants above all?
All this time I thought that you had my back.
Blinded by the thought that you would be there to catch me when I slip.
Guess I was just cheating myself thinking you’ll be there every step.
And in return I would to the same when my time came.
All this time, I actually thought that you had my back.
What a dumb move Ted. You need to remember, in this world everyone think of no one but number one, and you ain’t it.
You are freaking liability. Anchor that just drags people behind.
I bet you didn’t even realise it.
It’s time to wake up and face fate.
There’s no time to shade tears and self pity.
All this time, damn, you never had my back.
It’s to wake and move on… Prepare for the road up ahead.
It’s not gonna be an easy road.
A loner, but remember, forgive but never forget.
Your past doesn’t define you. Forge on a path that they’ll never forget. For now It’s truly you against the world.
I will never forget, you never had my back.
D.

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She…

On a cold evening, she seats by the window.
Casting her gaze on the tattooed pages absorbing every bit of knowledge she can.
Occasionally glancing at the horizon as the sun set. Embers of a dying light creep through the cracks of dark cotton like clouds.
She shifts her posture causing her cardigan to fall of on her left shoulder revealing her scared ebony skin… Damn she’s irresistible…
She….

I don’t have a title for this so read

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Boom! The sound lingers in the air like like a bomb in an unending hallway.

Boom boom! Again pulsing as it vibrates to my ear. Only louder each turn

Time slows to a standstill yet hasten its pace to cause a blur reality.

Eyes meet and time froze. A second maybe more felt eternal yet felt right to be in that moment.

Excitement wells in the realization of an undiscovered adventure about to unfold as I stare at her. One I honestly wouldn’t want to miss.

It only gets better when you recognise the same thing in her as a smile draws itself making her all the more beautiful.

Alas! A longing stirs for the realization that the moment is about to pass and a story, a fairy tale perhaps averted. A sad possibility,but one easily fixed.

And so a new book begins.

I walk up to her and say, “hello… Am  Ted… ” 

Jealous 

Am jealous of the rain

That fall upon your skin,

It’s closer than my hand have been,

Oh am jealous of the rain…

Am jealous of the light,

That makes your day so bright,

Yeah, i wish i could be the reason for this,

But, I look to you for my light. 

I thought that I’d be done, though,

My heart breaks in silent, as I seat through the night’s breeze.

And I thought that I would move on, but, I ended up giving in.

Cause you all I want, and I knew from the very first moment.

I feel like I lost my track and I can’t get back on,… Hhhhh…

My tribute to labrinth’s song, Jealous 

Mad man to sad man

Too much thought to trifle 

A man’s got his rifle, to his chin

About to blow his brains to smithereen. 

No break from evolving trouble, 

It literally feels like it rains in rabbles. 

Its like opening a door to an avalanche, knowing that the next door its worst than than. 

See life sweeps the floor with his face while karma plays its tricks on him till he lacks faith. 

Even if he pulls through the avalanche, an eruption is about to occur reaches out. 

Afore he pulls the trigger, remember this is all in the ill mind of a mad man transforming to a sadman. 

I mean, what is the point of holding on when all that happens is getting blown. Being at the disadvantage of the world’s game, its better to end it at your own pace. Right? You answer that. 

Is it justified to be undignified, stripped of pride, getting a thorny ride to your eventual demise? 

They say no pain no gain but if its more pain no gain whats the point trying. 

He might as well call on to the sandman to put him to sleep for all eternity. For that seem to be his only and final destiny. 

The girl of my dreams? Tell me…¬†

‚ÄčLike a wrecking ball it hits me so hard I feel  my rib cage would give in.

She is the girl of my dreams, that’s why this hurts far worse than a bullet to the gut

You see, I love her but  she don’t love me, 

I’d lie and say I understand, that we all get cold feet 

Wants me to be her friend, thats like the biggest disgrace to any man who poured his heart out and got a sucker punch. 

Then you hear from your friend saying “nigga you know how you sound right now, you are my man I would think that you are punk right now, 

You got the world going on  for you, why you gotta fool so much ” 

Funny though, I thought i was perfect for her, 

I suppose it wasn’t in the way I thought, 

I didn’t mean the same to her.

Am yet to think about whether I should follow the scripts advice and be the man who can’t be moved

That stormy day….¬†

‚ÄčToday the skies roared, with a flash of anger

Bright enough to  make a grown man cower behind their mother’s skirt. 

Water used to bring calm in a time of drought, aimed for the destruction of the day and hasn’t let since. 

One day  sunny  the next  a small version of a tornado in a town caught so of guard, they  may  never recover. 

With roofs flying off, the once humble homes of the people looks

Like a ghost town 

With its memories fading away, 

Staring at it, it almost feels like sitting at the bay

Watching your future sail away with the Titanic.

Sad, though isn’t it?  Like the ship once the city hit a storm it won’t ever get back up. 

Its like a dying Buffalo  and its herd leave it behind so that they may not be slowed down. 

Disaster strikes, mother nature wins but it weeps, or we weep for it. For the lost, the loved one,

The ones we meet the ones we keep. 

The world is cold without that friend, 

And when that storm hits, it marks the end