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Young Poseidon let me hold the trident. said the salt in my sweat matched the salt in his water. he said I hid remedies behind my teeth that could warm the bottom of his oceans. so i put my tongue in motion to craft mending potions for his temple's ruins. he said his harp's chords have been played before, but i struck a new one. said he fucks with the violet and blue my essence is seeping, said he peeps the way my cheeks flush pink when he plants kisses that branch into something deeper. deeper than late night creeping. but light never touched our horizon. you held me in hiding. you lifted your hands, slowed the wave to a halt. said i was sweet but sweet won't satiate for the long haul. dropped me off at the dock of the bay, now i'm sitting here wasting the day, wondering why i never made you wait. thought a couple quick fixes would make you stay. tried to carve a space for us in a universe that knew better. now my scarlet letter scars the left side of my chest. i used to convince myself it was beautiful, now it's worthless. a badge of battle at best. i wanted to rattle your senses, evaporate second guesses, undermine any doubt and from our vine we'd sprout blooms so exquisite that stars would come early to visit before the sun went down. wading so deep in you i drown slow. i should know by now: that gods like you hide the lost little boys in their eyes behind high tides and three am play fights. don't waste my time with it if it's not divine. if lust is your only guide. i'm no siren. i won't drag you down into what you don't want. all I ask is you give a heads up before anything starts. i'm trying to break these cycles, Young Poseidon. don't string me along with kindness and the promise of you trusting me with both hands on the trident.
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Nu Nu
fighting to find words
to replace the familiar claws.
bars of healing balms
to soothe throbbing scars.
i’m learning rejuvenation.
that voodoo,
that sacrifice on flaming altar,
that reincarnation.
that who knows why
it took so long
to wring out
inky thoughts
from stagnant
brain space.
that letting angels
slay giants
so God can sprinkle glory
on all my names.
that smile in the mirror
when overgrown brows
creep like caterpillars
across my face.
i’m etching something
unconditional into my mornings.
i’m spiking tea with cloudless blue.
i’m lacing all my moves
with intent.
hell bent
on embodying elysium.
no nodding off to sleep again.
i hit the river jordan
for my shower,
mouth full of praises.
singing power
into my affirmations.
the planet’s gone
right side wrong
but i’m on my own axis
when i’m meditating.
everything in us
is sinking
when we’re not
focused on ascension.
nothing is still.
we’re constantly
caught up in currents.
choose your direction.
overcoming my phobia
of introspection.
reducing my walls to rubble
as I inhale truth
and breathe out new
dimensions.
painting my perception
with a fresh palette.
every shade I experience,
be it muted or metallic,
it is valid.
i am water
i am light
i am grounded.
the music my roots
belt out while
they grow down
is resounding.
this revolution
has no
clear cut conclusion.
and there are days
when this mentality
eludes me.
but rhythm
drives my fists
and spirit
powers my feet.
i’ll kiss my reflection
even when i don’t
want to be seen.
i’ll feed my vices fruit,
nurture them
into virtues.
i’ll rejoice every
shadow of every
death valley
i stumble through.
this that
ship that family curse
off in a hearse.
this that winter bloom.
that long overdue.
that Nu Nu.
#new#growth#growthmindset#poetsofig#poets on tumblr#poetry#black girl magic#blackgypsy#self love#feelin myself#progress#process
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Brew Darrymore (SZA rewrite) 🌱✨
i usually hide
behind words
manufactured just right.
i laugh too loud
to tune out
gray seeping over
blue streaks in the sky.
i tend to
curl up in the dark.
hyperaware
the sunrise
could burn with
sage or poison ivy.
but tonight i want to
unfurl in the glow
of your psyche.
i want to soak up
all your idle moments.
hope you don’t notice
i sit on my hands
to keep them folded.
they tend to roam
and flutter
when i get excited,
and my nails aren’t done,
i’m trying to hide it.
don’t want to be
a crash course aphrodite.
rather be your Oshun.
don’t give me lines recycled.
make a compost out of
shit you’ve learned from.
am i warm enough for you
to shut the door behind us?
this lituation died
before it started.
let’s slip into a
quiet dimension,
listen closely for
euphoria creeping in.
i trip over words
unless i’ve written
them down.
i bounce
between worlds,
balance on eggshells
so my feet don’t
leave marks in the ground.
but your grip:
something like gravity.
your lips
form something like sanity.
or maybe i’m projecting.
dissecting
every word
that sounds sweet
because i want to
be the manic
pixie dream
to feed
your hero complex.
too complicated
to digest
these realizations
in a couple conversations.
but if i’m warm enough
we’ve got time.
and that can grow
into sage or poison ivy.
#sza#drew barrymore#social awkwardness#awkward#tde#topdawg#growthmindset#growth#relationship#relatable#blackgirlmagic#black girl#black girl magic
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This delicate, humanizing portrayal of black masculinity doe. I’m here for it
#black men#black lives matter#poetry#poets on tumblr#poetsofinstagram#flowers#masculinity#gender#beautiful
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Distraction #2
distractions at the
tip of my thumb.
and still my body feels dense
and my bones sit heavy
and my chest is numb
and i’m just searching for
a good time,
making shooting stars
out of strangers’ eyes.
i wish i wish i
was carefree and full of shit,
impartial to the indefinite.
night rides in hoopties
with niggas i barely know.
God knows how i
make it safely home.
but i really love the breeze
on the back roads.
it’s full of
trees singing stories
to tuck themselves in.
dirges about their fallen
cousins in the amazon.
since they stand tall
they count their blessings,
even if their only view is
of this retired force of nature.
they once knew me.
and now they’re wondering why
i’m confining myself to the
passenger seat of a hoopty
humming hurricanes
out the window.
void of empty space
crushing summer into snow.
just a pretty face I’ll let
someone sew to a fantasy.
don’t acknowledge my openness
as shit but a fallacy.
there is no room for you
in my heart or my bed.
i juggle swords in my head.
i manage legions of demons
every night.
the shit underneath my cot
can’t even frighten
me no more.
you can knock I won’t
unlock the bedroom door.
my body’s sore
‘cause the Boy that I loved,
we ain’t nothing.
the Boy and me
we was just fucking.
no respect for all these
niggas I’m ducking.
the bud makes me more blunt
and
i might forget
you have feelings.
i’m not one for dealing
out pussy as a means for healing.
i either give it up too easy
or never at all.
i don’t see my legs opening
in the cards.
not for you, my friend.
no, you can’t come in.
i might text you in the morning
to make an appointment
for another another cruise
into the shallows.
you can’t handle the depths
my battles
force me to speak.
i vocalize caverns
but the light magic
i breathe got niggas
feeling like they on a
mountain peak.
like, “gahdamn, how’d i get so lucky?
how’d i get hip
with a chick
so deep?
like, even the stars seem brighter
when she’s next to me.”
you don’t know
that’s because they peek
from behind indigo
to check on my wellbeing.
but trust me:
i’m nothing that you need.
you’re a diversion.
a few taps on a
touch screen I’ll use
as an aversion to
the gravity amplified
when I lay down alone.
some weedmusicprayer
and tomorrow seems
a little more attainable.
i’m pyro with these bridges.
i’ll snack on
your freeze dried emotions
after you buy me dinner.
are you down to play
white jesus
to this perpetual sinner?
you ain’t shit
but a distraction.
because i wasn’t shit
but a distraction.
#poets on tumblr#poetry#poetsofig#relationship#situation#deep thoughts#nightlife#nightdrive#stars#indigo
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Scene (abridged)
stones in my lungs. shallow breaths trickle throughout and prompt a faint drum from the heart. abstract auditory art, understood by few, judged by all. heavy bass got me feeling small. love all around and I'm on edge. cliff hanging with the all too familiar end. lips contort and the tongue does yoga. my throat burns from all the vodkas and sodas. i think I'm better off alone. i think the weather at home is a bit more conducive. strobe lights and still no lucid conversation. i'm emitting luminescent vibrations hoping someone picks up. but it's like sending a telegram to an iphone user. i hope the blunt in my hand makes them forget i'm just a loser in a skirt that i'll use as a conversation piece. the ass looks ten times rounder when it's blurred with hennessy. and i'm drunk enough to shake it, but not too turnt to overthink. thoughts built like monster trucks collide with every instinct. my veil's become my go-to accessory. shrinking myself to fit the set of the party scene.
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Manic
i dish out too many dollars
on a phone I don’t use.
overthinking how to appear
effortlessly cool.
effervescent when the mood strikes.
or curled up with no company
but a street light
spilling through my blinds.
there’s no balance.
my chakras are all
misaligned.
the aching as my chest unknots
just means that i’m alive.
and i’d dance and stretch and breathe
across the sky if it was wide enough.
i’d cartwheel off the edge
if it was high enough.
God hit my phone like,
check your voicemail.
the devil’s in my dm’s
and depression’s
on my coattails.
feigning sanity.
calamity on the cusp
of every laugh.
whisper notes on
the caged bird’s behalf.
voices in my closet
keep me up all night.
i don’t know how much longer
i can fight
this tempest of insomnia.
the
grey
tide
descending
to pacify
any glint of glitter
left in my aura.
my spirit wants to streak
across the velvet sky,
give comets a new envy.
but my brain wants to
watch the world through glass eyes.
stay sedentary.
empty belly, heavy cranium,
air hard as titanium
and i’m tearing at the walls,
leaving gashes with my pen my sword.
when your mind’s bent on self sabotage
you always have to be equipped for war.
look a fantasy in its eyes long enough
and it morphs into something torturous.
demons testing my elasticity,
my brain’s become a contortionist.
staring over the fringe of
jagged thoughts.
shadows warping my perception
nudging me to a detrimental fall.
a masochist with a fetish
for a nigga named Doubt
and the way his cold fingers choke my heart.
i mess with this girl named Hope
on the side but she doesn’t leave me
bruised
with pent up questions for God
like i want.
like i deserve.
i’ve earned this.
i don’t know how, but
i must have earned this.
maybe the only cure is
a walk at two a.m.
and running til my
toes sashay on wind.
and letting that carry me
a couple light years off the earth
so i can swan dive off the verge.
manic tendencies smother
this little life of mine
i struggle to preserve.
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