When you realize you haven’t met your soulmate
You realize this person is not the one
They emotionally drain you,
It’s quite painful because you become accustomed to them
As if they should be that person
You’ve dedicated time and energy to some waste of a time
They are clearly not your soulmate when they flake on you
They never want to go out with you and your friends
They call after hours
They expect you to pick up every call
&& they don’t work with you, but against you.
They are not your soulmate if they make you cry
Or even shy when you are brighter than the sun
They make you fold and seem as if you’re too much
When it is not you but them.
You begin to think and rethink every thing you want to say
& that is emotional abuse
It’s when they are inconsiderate of your time and too blind to see it.
They are not your soulmate
You don’t need them.
Please far away
You see it’s hard to lay here
What is refuge
I’ve never known freedom
Even when I get a taste
It’s only cause my thoughts have been laced
The lights of these devices
Plague our minds to believe we don’t need sleep
We can keep going and going
But one day ima shut down and
Finally the light will dim
With or without refuge
Cause I’m only human
To advocate for natural rights
For a race that of only one exists
But most only assume by the shade of
You can believe that discrimination isn’t encrypted in our mind
Through our everyday life we always exclude
This is not another race poem
Sometimes we close our eyes
or say we love all.
Do we love all?
Is there a cure,
sounds unfathomable since not one can be pure.
I ask that we only learn more
Do not stay within your circle, expand.
Maybe change can come,
with a new plan…
Dark, crisp memories
of the night
I never might
This world is wicked indeed
My positivity only drowned by the ground.
The reality of death is profound,
this kills me everyday
I haunt my own soul
Knowing it will never go away…
The intensity rises and overfills
I cannot imagine my life distilled
Often, memories repeat
the nightmare being milled in my mind.
How the river can flow,
but not stop
nor end the pollution
Yes moving forward is key,
but what happens when I cannot fight
these demons inside of me?
Strength from the sea
Allows me to be
Allows me to breathe
Feeling the ocean’s air
Away from poison’s lair
I seek not a tainted tale
But a story of truth and imperfection
Where the clouds cry sometimes
And the view can take your mind asail
You’re starting to get comfortable
And I fear these bad habits
Will be our biggest downfall
If the nights were the day
Everything would be ok
But the days are bright
And our pockets empty
With little in sight
I’m not rich
Little to eat
But much to read
I thought we planted a seed
Maybe I am wrong
Maybe we will work
I am far from sure
And frankly these bad habits are becoming a bore
I hope tomorrow will be different
But if the days consist of this
This story will end
And my faith will begin to mend.