Leaving
I can’t believe someone lived in the space that was my home before me
I can’t believe someone else will live there after it’s demolished
With all of the pieces
I left
They won’t even know
How important
And beautiful
They look
When you put them together
So much joy lives inside her
But so much pain too
I read her like a book
A book I know by heart.
I spent the whole day in my head
(Based on Mac Miller's Good News)
I spent the whole day in my head
I’m always too busy
Everybody needs me to stay
I hate the cards in my hand
Can I get out of my goddamn way
What is
A better time
To say sorry
That’s all they wanna hear
When I’m down
What’s worse
So tired of something beautiful
Go set it on fire
I just love the way
The sky’s still blue
They don’t talk about a closed door
So, what’s waiting on the other side
Maybe I’m too late
Some other time
Il’l finally discover
That there’s a whole lot waiting
I know
Where This Flower Blooms
This is not my life
It’s just a fond farewell to a friend
This is not what I am like
It’s just a fond farewell to a friend
Pressure makes me lash back
I wish I could get past that
I can't take a step back
I don't want to waste anymore time
I'm ready to go
I live my life on standby
I can leave you alone
New times await
They call my name
Goodbye old friend
Now,
We are one and the same
Past Lives
Some art feels like a memory;
I was there when they put him behind bars
I saw his wife fall into her own arms
When she couldn’t find anyone
To collapse into anymore
I saw the shot gun on the floor
Yelling please don’t do it
She ran home
And came right to us
I learned piano
And escaped sadness
Just in the brink of time.
Will my life ever belong to me
When will I be able to call
A collection of stories
My home
Aristotle Laughed
And he proclaimed something great beyond their comprehension
Because ignorance is the subject to a liar,
A great, great Liar
Skydiving
You need to let ideas breathe.
Giving them space will let them grow
So they fly outside of you when they are ready.
Sometimes I try to rush my creative process
Because my chest feels like its falling out of an airplane
But then I land on the ground and do it again
And again
Until I have the timing right and I know when I get back up
I will walk instead of tumble.
Eudaimonia
Our greatest friends are the ones
that make us
Unable to control
all of the laughter that
lives inside ourselves
It Was an Accident
I think I fell in love with you by accident
I tripped over your words
And now I can’t get back up
I think I fell in love with you by accident
I looked at you too long
And saw you
I really saw you
I think you see me too
I think I fell in love with you by accident
I lost control of the wheel
I slid onto oncoming traffic
Crashed
And burned
And now I am pretty sure
That I’m in love with you.
Fuck.
The Closed Door of Ideas
The blank page laughs at me.
It questions my thoughts,
Asks me if I even have them at all.
My pen knocks,
Why can’t I answer?
Drivers License
I always took issue with the phrase
Ignorance is bliss
Because the more beauty I discovered in the world,
The more philosophy I read,
And the more I found,
The more I loved.
When I was younger,
And I was in a car with someone,
I didn’t worry
About anything.
I stared out the window
When the car swerved and honked
And had this impenetrable feeling of safety.
When I turned sixteen,
I learned how to drive.
And now, while my parents turn the wheel,
I check their blind spot.
When they speed up I think
Slow down.
Slow down!
The highway is a battlefield
And I am a soldier waiting at the bottom of a tank.
It was then I understood and thought,
“Wow, I wish I didn’t know
So much.”
Thank you - "the world would stop moving without black creativity"
I walk like I’m stumbling into a hip hop music video
Sometimes my actions trip over my words
I dress really cool
I used to watch Run DMC music videos when I was little
And wanted to wear clothes the way they did
Like they were heavy
But fit perfectly
I am ignorant
Sometimes I prioritize what seems cool
Over my heart
Preaching a message for women
And idolizing rap stars
Who hurt them
I learned how to fly
When my headphones enter my ears
On a long drive
I forget my organs in my body
And I run on the clouds
The first two songs on my iPod
Were "South Bronx" by KRS-ONE
And "Untitled 03" by Kendrick Lamar
I memorized the entire "To Pimp a Butterfly" poem in one day
And spent subway rides learning every word
To "Love’s Gonna Getcha"
I grew up on black music
My heroes looked like
Childish Gambino
And Tyler The Creator
And later on
When I stared at my hypocrisy
My heroes became Janelle Monae
And Nina Simone
I learned
I grew
And these people were the predecessors
To my artistic creations, intake,
and my opinions.
My pool diversified
But they built it’s foundation
A world I will never stop caring about
Molded me and my choices,
Showed me not to swing my voice like a hammer,
But to play it like a radio
Diverse creativity shaped me
And
Music made me.
...
The pursuit of excellence is relentless and painful
And I am slave to my progress
Why God?
She was leaning on church steps
When she found out
The only thing they left were the ceilings
Understanding
That the finer things in life
Are the hideous inside
She thought it was a lie
She prayed they left her son alive
She thought it was a lie
Begging to go home
But home never arrived
She was talking to God
And God couldn’t say anything back
Blue
The sky never rested on Sunday
They said let there be oceans
And there were oceans full of beauty
They said beauty, give us love
and love was granted to all of life
Life sought the sky as a mother
And colour cast over them with the warmth of a son
With this
Kindness grew from the ground
And in ways we love our mother and father
Green reminded us to forever adore water and warmth
For the purpose and appearance of the ocean and sky has never been subjective
It is eternally beautiful and divine
As she is blue
And everything she touches
turns blue
Empathy
Homo sapiens have vices
Some with being enraptured by others in cages of melancholy
And others with being unable to acclimatize to the oxygen they breathe
A tragic story is of these origins
One will feel the sun burn their skin
and the wind force their eyes shut
However
A human of aching pain pulling their love out of the ground
Putting shields on their eyes
and a shirt on their sun killed back
Protect those drowning in dirt for a reason
Though they cannot be saved
For the thin line between being trapped in a room
And being the one knocking
Is so thin they are one and the same
As the sign on a shut door reads
“Please help me.”
While the sign on an open door reads
“I need help too.”
Time moves slowly
In the fastness of life
Time moves slowly
Time never waits
But it is steady and mindful
If time is steady
And we, restless
Our perspective will dictate
Our perception of time
That is why we constantly find ourselves staring back at fleeting moments
Because while we are frantic
Time sits still.
Here
The water is silent here
Listen...
It frees itself of glances
And relaxed
Washes itself over
Free in nature
It dances
And sways
Tide to tide
The water is silent here
It whispers to tell us something
If only we were silent enough to hear.
Mend
Sometimes
I wonder if storms
Are mere shatters of a breaking world
That refuses to break
What if we too
Refuse a storm
But let it bang on our walls
Not to hear the lightning
But to feel the rain
