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
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
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
We snatch
We swing
We scratch
We scream
Say things
We don’t mean
In the end
We cling
To each other…
Always and forever, right?
Hearts are forever ice
Cold as the arctic
Whenever you dealing with hardships
Your brain driving you insane you know where you can park it
Thoughts of me when you roll up and spark it
Or sipping liquor or whatever
One conversation and our ties were severed
Cut entirely off like a quadriplegic
Said you could have all of me but you didn’t believe it
Guess now I know to stay at home like Lebron in Cleveland
Love is a drug
I’m having withdrawls
Upset at unanswered texts
Pissed off at missed calls
Ironic that You’re short
And I’m tall because
Whenever we’re up
Somehow we fall
I need you
Do you need me?
When you’re not in my sight
I just can not see
I have to have you
There’s no other option
But it’s like I’m done buying
And you’re still shopping
I need a doctor
My heart ain’t broken but it’s dropping
Just write a prescription make sure it say
it’s ok for me to take all these pills that I’m popping
Need a therapist to open my mind
And free all the pain that’s locked in
Maybe I found the key since I think we’re good now
Unfortunately just not then
Like wine hopefully we get better with age
Might be reading the same book
Just gotta get on the same page
I know it’ll happen but until then…mama always told me about these days.
Too Distinct 