The sun was high when I walked outside this time.
But something about the air reminds me of six months ago
When I still care about you and you were still on my reach
When I still had you.
I imagined you at your home
Probably getting ready to go out with your friends
Or maybe dressed rather casual and stayed home
And I can feel that maybe you're hurting too
But I can do nothing about it
Cause you take my love for granted
And I have to take it away from you now.
Sometimes I wondered how you think about it now
When I was no longer speaking to you
And I wasn't available to you anymore
Do you miss me? Do you feel empty?
I bet not, since I know I was nothing for you.
Should have known that nothing good starts in a getaway car that speeds away from the holy ground.
BDO, July 4 2018
Image source : Personal Photo
Title: Masculine and Feminine. The older I get I realize that I am the last of a dying breed.
In tune with my masculine and feminine energy so that I can teach my future seeds.
The things the men and women in my life taught me.
To make my own money, cook for myself, be my own man, and not afraid to speak my truth.
When I look at my people these days, shit is different.
You can see the changes especially in the youth.
The roles of black men and women have literally switched since the times of our grandparents.
I don’t have a problem with this, but I am studying and learning all of these lessons.
I see black men and women trying to out do each other instead of working together.
According to society the roles have switched in the black community.
If that’s true then everyone should embrace their roles so we can have unity.
However not me, I will continue to be my own man who has a touch of old school in him.
Embracing my masculine and feminine energy and taking care of myself so that I can take care of my future family.
I don’t mind masculine women, but usually a feminine one can truly understand me.
I might get some folks mad from this piece of poetry but I’m just speaking “my truth”. You can get mad at me, but I’ll do me.
And you can do you. By: CamE #blackunity#blacklove#iwritepoetry#loveis#blackintellectuals#poetrycommunity#poetry#instapoet#instapoetry#yeslawd#lovejones
Something about this autumnal morning made me think of this poem about putting the clock forwards in spring. I wrote this also in response to Erwin Panofsky’s famous essay on Poussin ‘Et in Arcadia Ego: Poussin and the Elegiac Tradition’. Which was how my slight obsession with that term started:- .
I reached out of bed and slipped the clock forward.
The night before the first day of summer
I stole the last hour of winter. I could hardly stay awake
for the translocation of Arcady. If it ever existed
it moved from Sicily to Greece. Virgil invented the evening:
the slanted yellow glow picking out the shepherds in the fields.
And for some time I tried to count myself to sleep,
counting the extra half-lit Northern hours Virgil never knew.
In the darker morning I scooped a lamb out of the brook
and set it at the top with the others, flexing their taut faces.
An excerpt from a poem I wrote.
It is absolutely fine to let out your emotions and cry if you want, it's important too. Don't avoid it.
As a man, it's hard to express yourself
It is hard to express your emotions
But I , I'm not scared of admitting that I've had sleepless nights
I've cried in my room, the bathroom, my college
I've questioned myself, my beliefs, my thoughts
But why can't I find an answer?
sunday morning herb tea
and warm blankets
you were the ocean;
blue and consuming
blue and terrifying
blue and brazenly
unaware of your blue
and trying to save you,
i couldn't see that i
i'm sorry i broke
trying to unbreak you
somewhere along the way
i turned blue too
love is this question
i always answer wrong
and in the end
i'm always sad,
you never stayed
but i'd still choose this life
lost in a moment
i'm glad you stuck around
even if it wasn't
i think of limitless
possibilities and i see
how this could have gone
in an alternate universe,
you're here forever
and that's okay
but in another
you were never here
and that's not okay. -thank you for stopping by and loving me/ even if you left
those eyes you were given
were meant to sail oceans not tears
our eyes see so much. sometimes stuff we cannot un-see. maybe it was the day everything started to come to an end. maybe it was the day it all began.
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—autumn, i miss you
i don’t know how i thought of this. but i am really really happy with the presentation of this poem on a leaf. 🌿💛🌱
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