Poet, Photographer, Creative
She gave him the gift that keeps on giving
So he just trying to keep on living
Had to explain it to his siblings
But he can’t even understand his feelings
Doing his best to cope with it
He gets higher than the ceiling
He pop pills and smoke dope with it
He probably about to be evicted
He can’t work as much as he used to
Can’t keep his grades up at his new school
He has so much he’s going through
But he wears designer clothes and a smile to fool you
A lot makes me sad
Not much makes me happy
I like playing games
And spending time with family
I hate pretending
I hate having to be “manly”
I like being in Atlanta
I like a certain Cancer
I hate that my dad left me
I hate that her mom left her
It’s no one’s fault really
Though I feel like most thing fall on me
Maybe I’m right about everything
Or maybe I’m just bad at overthinking
Maybe because I’m an Aquarius
Maybe it has nothing to do with this
I’m not sure but…
The white capped waves wade and I am calmed
Any issues handed down are palmed
Worries are beached and their own to each
Soft, gritty, serenity below my feet
I am weak…
But the lady of the water carries me
For eternity I wish to be covered entirely
So the lady of the water marries me
Soothed by her commotion
Comforted by her motion
Waving in her wetness
Consummation with the lady of the ocean
First legs…then eyes opened
I am awoken…
We’re the generation that hates waiting
Necessities include instant gratification
Including bank statements
Yet we still have no savings
Losing respect for older generations
They created hell on earth
Yet act like we’re Satanists
Sorry if we don’t give a fuck about religion
Caring means we’d have to pay attention
How when we can’t even pay tuition
Wishing that our parents listened
Visionaries but they can’t see our visions
A better world is our only mission
Feminism so our women don’t just work in kitchens
Wear old shit and call it vintage
Trying to get our legacies cemented
Trayvon and Sandra are our Emmitts
Always worried about our image
Afraid of love so we stray from committment
Life comes fast we can’t waste one minute
Don’t preach to us about patience
Just go back and read the first sentence.
It’s hard to go with the flow when the water runs dry
It wasn’t all love at “hi”
But it was all hate at “bye”
Who’s more fucked up?
I think its a tie
Impossible to walk the path when I was born to fly
Love as dark as the night’s sky
Almost mythical the way we believe in something that may not exist
Everyone’s “I do” doesn’t end with a kiss
Sometimes its followed by opportunities missed
Strange how that is after what seemed like an eternity of bliss
And the sex isn’t half bad when it does happen
Caught in thoughts of deep strokes and ass slapping
Now it’s aggressive fapping
Followed by napping
Round of applause because hands are the only thing clapping
-Too Distinct the Poet
I wrote this while alive
But if I’ve died
Its fine
I was already dead on the inside
For the smiles I’ve caused
Remember me as such
Know that your happiness mattered to me
Because I was never happy much
And if I ever brought you to tears
Know that I was crying myself
I’m sorry for the pain I brought
I was asking the wrong way for help
If you felt I left too soon
I’m sorry I couldn’t wait
I dealt with so much under the Sun
I needed to find my moon
If I let you down
I just couldn’t keep fighting
I felt like I lost everything
And the future was much too frightening
Know that I loved you all
I just couldn’t pretend any longer
I tried to stay up but I’d always fall
All I ask is for you to be stronger
I wasn’t as strong as you thought
And for that I apologize
Our memories together will never fade
So remember our good times
If I fail in my attempt to be free
If I can’t be the same as I was before
I beg of you to pull the plug
Respect my dying wish and let me be
-Too Distinct the Poet
Feeling more distant as of late
Like this may not have been our fate
Maybe we did it too soon
Instead of you saying yes
You should’ve said lets wait
It’s mostly my fault though
Guess since I reached mine
I didn’t think about your goals
For that I apologize
Sad it took me this long to realize
Obviously I’m still stuck with hopes and a dream
Us being happy, a unit, a team
I mean
Things are just never as they seem.
And one day it was all over
Thought I was lucky to find it
Like a four leaf clover
I put nothing above it
Like cold beverages on coasters
Ironic I speak of drinks
Because since then
I’m never sober
-Too Distinct the Poet
Break ups are strange. Strange because the people who break up aren’t the same people who started a relationship. See, the goal is to continuously grow together. Unfortunately though, sometimes you only grow apart. In the end you’re stuck looking in the mirror feeling like not only is the person you’ve broken up with unfamiliar, but you don’t even know yourself anymore.
-Too Distinct the Poet
You dishonor the father and your mother
When you murder your own brothers over colors
We become fools instead of royalty
When you as a queens doubt your kings
We become weaker as men if you listen
To how we speak down on our women
And trade the name bitch for their givens
One thing I learned…
You get what you earn
Polo and Jordan’s but mama struggling
Designer doesn’t mean anything when family still suffering
Too Distinct 