Miraquill
Living in the contradiction,
There is context to my dilations.
With hundreds of first generation acts,
And thousands of second generation laps,
I have marked an epistemological gap,
With my own standing behind surviving the lag.
Tranversing through classes breaking barriers to education we live together with an unseen crack.
I now turn to light the lamps to diffuse the dark,
So now you can see me glowing beneath the bark.
But you see, the lamp needs oil to burn,
And the sun finds my address upturn,
So while you hold the sky, the beauty and fun,
I light the lamp burning the fuel unhindered,
I am afraid of the wind, the showers, and the oceans,
may be my idea of beauty is a little dull.
I pray for calmness while I myself chose to chase the sun,
The bliss of darkness I deliberately shun.
While it is advised to break boundaries and submerge within the notion of invisible equal,
Isn't it at the cost of my own individual self worth?
With your culture defining the limits to my existence,
I win the game of fitting in, but I loose the sense of appurtenance. .
In the times where the scholars of Two India Theory have revived,
Let us not mistake it to be a divide,
For, the "Two india's" do not exist separately,
Infact, the duality is dilemma residing within me
I now live urban while the suburban hijacks me,
The language which liberates, also alienates me from my subaltern actuallity.
All the world made of glitter but no shine for reality,
All the world a show with no search for sobriety.
©minus_e_plus_v
#rhymes
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Read Moreexpressing my life within my poem is a mere fact that i wanna spread my own thoughts upon this world that has so many problems.
#wordsofexpression
#rhymes
#authorsdreamWords Within My Mouth
Words within my mouth
think i thought somehow,
the lines i often express
are rhyme within progress.
i write them poetry words
and make them enjoys as it fits,
to boost my own satisfaction
within my mind as it can offer.
here i am as an author
writing the thing i have seen,
expressing through where i had been
and telling the i ain't even lying.
©loydy076 0
Treasure Trove, Not Just Debris
Here I stand before you, my age, thirty-three
I am knocking on the door of thirty-four
I'm starting to love the reflection I see
In the mirror that's stretching ceiling to floor
And on the medicinal cabinet door
I do sneak a second peek, like an encore
There has been a restoration in self-love
The need to be anything else except me
I have broken free of, like a mourning dove
I have decided that I am a turnkey
That I am a treasure trove, not just debris
I even dare to say I am proud of me
©danie_af9 0
Show Off Your Unique
You see, we are all quite unique
We're unique in our physique
Unique in the way that we speak
In the way we master technique
Unique in the way we critique
In the way that we all antique
We all have winning streak moments
And moments when we spring a leak
We have moments we roar all week
Moments when we just barely squeak
Moments when we hold our beak
We all have weak and meek moments
And we have moments when we peak
We're as unique as Mozambique
We are all oblique, so to speak
Being oblique makes us unique
Being unique puts us on fleek
It is part of our mystique
Be cheeky, show off your unique
©danie_af10 0
A Looped Silhouette
Fucked up shit did happen when I was young
As I got older and a bit bolder
I tried hard to forget with drug to lung
I tried hard to forget by drug to vein
To be real honest that shit kind of stung
I have tried to forget with Mary Jane
With expensive bottles of clear champagne
I've tried to forget with flights on a plane
By swallowing down all my daily pills
That my dear old doctor endlessly fills
I have tried to forget but no such luck
Now I am dumbstruck and feeling so stuck
Now I am left wondering what the fuck
I am left wondering how to forget
How to get this shit out of my mindset
How to stop playing this broken cassette
It plays on loop like it has been preset
A looped silhouette of a child's upset
©danie_af9 0
Hope, Soap And A Towing Rope
Another day and another play
Spent a prime dollar and earned a dime
So I filled my satchel up halfway
With hope and soap and a towing rope
And set away in search of okay
You may understand why I brought hope
Without hope, it becomes hard to cope
But you may wonder about the soap
And quite possibly the towing rope
As for the soap, it's plain and simple
It's to keep my face clear of pimple
To keep my body clean and pristine
To keep decent general hygiene
As for the rope that I have in tow
Would you not just love to know, although
I won't bestow its use to a joe
The tow rope is a secret, you know
©danie_af13 0
Cursed
Well, it is because I am cursed
I have been emersed in ill verse
I can not be saved by the church
Or with medicinal research
The words on me are old as time
Were put together in a rhyme
The words on me were a song sung
By a bewitched bastardly tongue
From this curse, I can not be sprung
What's done is done, I have been stung
©danie_af10 0
How Do I Feel Alive
I am having such a hard time feeling alive.
Can aliveness be felt with a Corvette test drive?
Can aliveness be felt with high horsepower?
Can aliveness be poured in a whiskey sour?
Can I find aliveness in an old church tower?
Or in the beauty of the blooming wildflower?
Can I buy aliveness from the corner shop?
Can I find aliveness on a mountain top?
Can I feel alive by facing an angry bull?
Or by keeping a belly that is always full?
Is aliveness felt with an adrenaline boost?
When a mind-altering substance is introduced?
Is alive only felt with a look that is spruced?
Can I find aliveness by ruling the roost?
How in the hell can I feel alive again?
Do I need to go jump out of an airplane?
Or to hitch a free ride on a moving train?
I feel like I am in an unchartered domain.
Trying to feel alive is driving me insane.
©danie_af8 0
Learned Personalities
Well I do truly hate to admit it
But I am thirty-three
Today I had the realization
That I do not have a personality
This realization slapped me in the face
Quite swiftly and with brutality
You may be asking yourself
How I came to such a conclusion
The conclusion that all of this time
I have been in a state of delusion
Well me dear it became quite clear, you see
Everything I thought to be my personality
Was but a masterful trauma response
That I learned to preserve my vitality
Now I am confused and truly do not know
The difference between a trauma reaction
And myself having a genuine interaction
©danie_af4 0
Trauma Is The Pharmacist
People do love to oh so knowingly say
That marijuana, yes weed is the gateway
If not marijuana, they say it is alcohol
Marijuana and alcohol do start it all
Weed and booze are the gateway to the fall
I will admit I used to buy that tall tale
That marijuana and alcohol lay the trail
That they open the door to all the harder drugs
But I have come to know, it was the lack of hugs
It was the copious amounts of childhood trauma
It was the drama between my pops and mama
It was the utter lack of security
That opened the door to all that impurity
So no, weed is not the gateway to addiction
Nor is alcohol, all that shit is just fiction
Trauma is and has always been the gateway
If someone is using any kind of drug
That is just trauma putting on public display
That is the display of the need for a snug hug
How about we just call a spade a spade
And keep all of the facts out of the shade
Okay there I said it, I said it, you read it
Addiction is trauma on public display, legit
Trauma has and always will open the door
To the things considered to be more hardcore
Trauma is leading to the bodies on the floor
When will we realize trauma opens the drug store
©danie_af8 0
How We Meet
I had to lie when my precious little buckwheat
Asked me mommy how did you and my daddy meet
As my little child would have been left shocked and shook
If to the truth I did adhere, and I did say
Well you see my dear I was scrolling on Facebook
And at my messages, I did take a good look
Your dad, he had sent a photo that was quite clear
Your dear dad had sent a testicular display
And I did reply with a winky eye and said
Where shall we meet, will it be my bed or your bed
So instead I lied with a face that was all red
I said that we meet at the corner coffee shop
He smiled, I smiled, and we became your mom and pop
I think my gullible little one bought my line
Now this momma needs to drink a bottle of wine
©danie_af6 0
Brutalize Me Quickly
I am sick, not sick of body but sick of mind
My mind and body are very un-aligned
My body does what it is supposed to do
My body it is durable like bamboo
My body it can be trusted all day long
My body it is strong and we do get along
My mind however is far from an ally
It is true that we mostly do see eye to eye
But then my mind does what it does tend to do
My mind it goes from rainbows to black and blue
My mind it goes from clear and hope-filled and bright
To full of fear and to perpetual twilight
To unskilled coping with a brain that is moping
Here is to hoping this attack will be swift
Yes a swift mind attack would be a nice gift
Do you hear that mind get it over with quick
Brutalize me quickly with your old slapstick
©danie_af13 1 2
Here We Go Again
My world is quickly losing its colour again
It is time to fight another war with my own brain
This has become as predictable as time
This has become as predictable as petty crime
Yesterday my world was all sunshine and rainbows
My world it did resemble the colour of rose
But today I woke up to a dank and dark
Fuddled and flooded world that is lacking an arc
How long will the shit show last this time around
How long until some colour will again be found
Will I manage to stay afloat through the hurricane
Will I be able to withstand the dire strain
Stupid brain why are we doing this again
Why did you launch another depression campaign
©danie_af7 0
Rhymes of night
What rhymes with night
is directly proportional
to what dark you got an
inner battle for light!
You battle for the light
for your future!
You tried all your might?!
No matter what you feel,
Show! I'm all your dark night
and if you ever search for
light with the night I hope
you choose to write!
©engineerwritesPhoto By Ruslan Alekso on Unsplash7 0
Low Maintenance Girls
Do you actually
Please me with such ease?
Or have I just been
So damned mistaken
Every need I expressed
So ill taken
That I choose
To no longer express
To no longer stress
What I actually do need?
Indeed
Why assert oneself
When I can just do it myself
©danie_af7 0
Confidence Boost
Confidence is what we are here to renew
Your time to shine, it is well past due
Do you hear me cheering for you?
Well above normal concert pitch
You are one truly bad assed bitch
You can handle absolutely anything
You can handle absolutely everything
That does dare to come your way
Throw boss bitch on your resume
Your beauty is not by the eye seen
It is much deeper within your machine
Your beauty lays within your mind
Within your heart that is one of a kind
Within your deeply passionate soul
When you combine all three as a whole
That is what makes you truly unique
Do not hide yourself in fear of critique
They will criticize you either which way
Do not waste time trying to meet them halfway
Be unapologetically yourself every day
If people do not like it well that is okay
Who cares about their opinion anyways
©danie_af6 0
You Be The Judge
Am I the asshole here or is he? You see...
He did show his balls on that autumn day
When he did have the audacity to say
We can not have a female doing men's work
I was unable to contain my growing smirk
I am sure this likely shortened his lifespan
But I did say to that masterstroke of a caveman
Good sir, I can assure you, I will not be outdone
Then I did flash him one gun than the other gun
Said I do pray this does leave you a bit insecure
Like the Royalists after the battle of Marston Moor
I hope this leaves you with all blues and no clues
Needing to drown your feelings in bottles of brews
Then I did take over his silly deadlift station
Adding fifty pounds to the current configuration
Boy oh boy did that silly clown ever frown
As I easily lifted the bar up off the ground
I swear that man did not make a single sound
As I held it there for a while and set it back down
Smirked and said it is your turn now (insert proper noun)
That man suddenly turned into a little kid
Grabbed his little blankey and he ran and he hid
But I had warned him that I would not be outdid
So, am I the asshole here or is he the asshole?
My man says I should have used some self-control
But I feel I am in the right here, as the whole
Situation, surely would not have taken place
I would not have had to launch a coup de grace
If he had shut his weak mouth. That is my case...
©danie_af8 0
Depression Is A Clown
A message to my mother fucking depression
If you want to place me in deaths possession
Then your bitch ass needs to step up your damned game
For if my life is what you are hoping to claim
You need to start shutting vital organs down
Like a formidable fucking disease should strike
And stop coming at me like a half-cocked clown
I will not participate in your shakedown
I will not succumb to a nervous breakdown
I will not place myself into the fucking ground
I am tired of your sad assed merry-go-round
Step up your fucking game, take organ possession
Or I will just call this closed session on depression
©danie_af9 1
- lonelythoughts001 This is hilarious. Never thought of depression like that. Gave me a new perspective. Thanks.
Piece Of Cake
I do not think that we should partake
In hardcore amicable arousal anymore
I saw that whore leaving through your backdoor
Even though we had a deal that not to partake
In eating of cake or desperate offshore explore
I will not claim victimhood or fake a headache
I will not continue coitus with you as a chore
This hotcake will simply leave you in my wake
Settling the score forevermore, piece of cake
©danie_af7 0 1
Horizontal To Vertical
Horizontal opportunistic insurrection
Cue the world's smallest violin section
Self-rejection and mental disaffection
Stuck in closed-minded interconnection
Profoundly unsound, focal infection
Eyes wide closed, disillusioned projection
Lacking the coefficient angle of reflection
Predilection to intravenous injection
Toxic blood infection, greyed skin complexion
Constant loan collection and bottle collection
Mind in dire need of garbage collection
Lack of recollection and self-affection
Fall back direction and broken connection
Life or death crossroad intersection
Legal inspection, lawyers said objection
Judge said straight to the house of correction
Cycle interjection and chaos disconnection
Life protection and ego overprotection
Desperate longing for redirection
Twelve prolonged months ego dissection
Frantic but rational scattered thought collection
Highly intensive lifeblood disinfection
Deep introspection and critical reinspection
At last strong signal of life detection
Self-connection and deep inner affection
Inner pain healed with emotion ejection
Peace selection, the golden vertical section
Cue the percussion section and rhythm section
Cue the bass section and whole brass section
Future projection is imperfection
However still pure perfection
©danie_af
