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Five Reasons Why I'm Still Single

Hahaha this ones a throw back, I wrote this poem back in Grade 12 and thought I was the greatest writer on the face of the Earth. I also thought this poem was very tongue in cheek, wow how time flies. Ps I regret nothing! P.s.s click an ad or two, dude needs to eat! Enjoy!

Reason 5- I'm intelligent, girls want a brother who's brainless

And shameless, I know a few guys but they're gonna stay nameless

Nobodies who like to act, dress, and claim their famous

So whose it gonna be? Me or him? Him? What? Well ok miss

Reason 4- I'm peaceful and humble girls want a so called thug

Who loves to spark fights like plugs and at everyone they mean mug

Who claim they got gats and if anyone's blastin' they'll bust back

Claim they got cars at school but sit next to me on the bus back

Reason 3- I'm not material, I don’t rock ice like rinks

Or rock that mink I don't smoke cigarettes, do drugs or drink

I don't need to rely on brand name clothing just to look nice

My figures aren’t 6 like faces of dice; I'm broke to be precise

Reason 2- would be because of my hair, countless girls it scares

Its like, I should wear a sign on my neck reading "GIRLS BEWARE"

Examples of girls it's scared; Lenience, Fatima, and Shauna

It even scared older women for example your momma!

And the number one reason why is, in my heritage I take pride

Even though brothers like think I'm washed out like a rip tide

My ancestors and stress, I pack up on my back like Pringles

So there you have it folks, the five reasons why I'm still single

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High Fidelity

Been questioning my love life lately so after watching High Fidelity (which this poem is loosely based on), I decided to write this, hence the title. I haven't done poetry in a while so it felt good getting back into it. After feeling miserable for a good chunk of the day, I felt like a weight has been lifted. The power of writing.

I’ve got a lot on my mind with nothing to say, nothing to say with a lot on my mind

Lost & I find that my thoughts enter lines with the cost of sinner’s lives

Hearing shots as thunder cries taking cover under lies in a heart that’s undersized

Lost in my mind as the thoughts go inside as they coincide with the ghost who will hide

Who’ll hide in the deepest recesses of my mind’s corridor where the chorus roars

The soundtrack of an open sore where the cold is warm & of course it pours

Damn, I think I’m scarin’ me, man I need some therapy apparently

My pair of knees buckles ‘cause I’m a parody of what a parrot sees

Before it speaks ‘cause Polly wanna cracker for every one of his bad choices

And finally, when my therapist asks me if I hear any vast voices?

I’ll say “Yes, I hear two, ones my conscience telling me how big of an ***hole I am

The other is God but we haven’t spoken ever since he blocked me on his IM”

And so I see the world through rainy glasses as your knight in shining armor

Till I rust & I’m finding ardor has been crying harder in a violet harbor

Letting violence harm her, wondering why she couldn’t possibly love me

So I surround myself with pretty monsters ‘cause monsters don’t have to be ugly

I’m out of breath tired of being your running joke so lately my art has been hollow & dark

Walking to the heart beat of my own drum, so every step I take I’m following my heart

But when in Rome, build it in a day in a state of winter aches as you feel the breaks

Of your heart that can never be mended by your inner saints and it stains

It stains your hands & that’s why I choose hide my insecurity behind my wit

Were I find my gifts lie in between my pines & miffs & kindness gets

The backseat in a car that’s carting the scars that’s scarring carved in gardens

And every tree in a forest where we’re forced to watch as they marred our martyrs

But if she’s happy then who am I to come in between that actually?

But the Greek word “agon” means to compete which is why I’m in agony

‘Cause she chose him over me & I guess it’s over see, blaming God ‘cause he oversees

Feeling my heart sink like an illegal immigrant forced back over seas

And I’ll finally secretly admit to myself that what was will never be

Pain’s famous recipe ‘cause what has become, is nothing but a memory

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Impostor Possums

I wrote this to write this so here's a poem about issues

The sound of raindrops falling, bouncing up and down on a concrete pavement

Funny how that action encapsulates life, complex yet basic how our days spent

Yet here we stand, you and I, lost in the truth we hide and the proof provides

Itself in the youth’s two eyes and how it stupefies, lost in the truth we lie

How I’m searching for your human interaction assuming we’re in a passion

We’re just two students on a path and I’m foolish to think I’m passin’

To think I’d make the grade but it seems it’s hopeless, writing notes till I’m noteless

So, on my dreams I’ll focus of my queen of oceans and how her sea is open

But on a throne of coal, I’ll grow unsteady, so I sold my soul to show I’m ready

Holding snow till it’s cold and heavy, till I’m thrown alone like old confetti

Meaning I’m bright but in pieces still it don’t matter when you’ve served your purpose

You don’t know how alone you left me to take part in this serpent circus

On a certain surface, holding snow till I get frost bite but that day frost bit

Off more than he could chew so he was forced to swallow his pride till he lost it

He lost it in a mosh pit somewhere in Boston amongst the impostor possums

What it cost him, caution, in a costume accosted where his coffin’s droppin’

On a frozen road, I’m cold and petty knowing I’ve taken the farthest dive

Yet in my mind, in the stars we lie but let’s strike a match for every scar we hide

Instead, I’ll strike a match and burn our photographs and watch as they go to ash

But avoidance has such a morbid grasp, in the game of love, I forfeit fast

However, taking the softest path, isn’t quite my way please believe it

That’s why I’m defeated feedin’ the heated heathens easily eatin’ the seeds of Eden

And so I’m lovin’ livin’, livin’ livid as a poet who’s selfish

Cuz I can’t fight your wars till I’m done with mine but at least I’ll know what self is

When I’m on my deathbed lying hopeless but here’s some wishful thinking

I may be in Hell now but I’ll make it to Heaven, call it a blissful inkling

But this, this poem is dedicated to that fateful game of chess

And as much as I love Pac, we ain’t the same, cuz I for one, am scared of death

So when I pass have my grave stone engraved so, “This poor bastard was afraid to rot

But his biggest fear was living without you and that by far is the scariest thought”

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We Are Humans

This is a poem I have written to perform at Ridgemont High School's diversity day on the 22nd. In all honesty, I tend to veer from social/political themed poems because I feel that enough poets have got that market cornered. However, that doesn't mean I won't take myself out my own element every once in a while and I feel like it was for a good cause. Also, in all honesty I'm happy how it turned out, which is always nice.

Black, white, yellow, brown, we are human beings populating the same space

And even if we don’t share the same pigments, it seems we share the same race

So say grace & tie that laid lace & run with the humans till your legs ache

Let’s wait, till the day comes when our legs are gone, left & gone & our lexicon

Excludes the word “race” but words have no meaning till we insert the feelings

Kinda like a magician who’ll only show you what he’s really revealing

Meaning our meetings should be based on ethics & merit & not skin

See only God can judge & we may think we are but we’re really not him

So let’s erase the hurt & racial slurs & face the curs that’ll place those words

On buses & walls, leave them puzzled in awe & if it doesn’t appall then we’ll run with the herds

Of Muslims, Judaists, Christians, Buddhists, all of which trying to read in between the lines

But I for one refuse to colour in the lines but I’ll try to read the signs

As they’re redesigned and redefined, defeated I try to free my mind

From the greed inside as I leave my pride & grieve & hide from freedom’s cries

I’m free to try but its funny how we divide, if it’s not race its beliefs

If it’s not that it’s gender or sexual preference the story of our defeat

We won’t even get a hardcover; I mean have you seen North American news?

A mockery of media created to instill our arrogant views

But I’m just an Ottawa Citizen who doesn’t need the Sun, trying to live another Twenty-Four

Who really doesn’t need a Metro to get him to places never been before

And the human race gene pool has went from a koi pond to a shark tank

I jumped in to swim but my heart sank trying to make a withdrawal from a blood bank

To remind you we all make great gifts, it don’t matter how we’re Christmas wrapped

Our distant past may be full of strife but let’s change and make the non-believers witness that

Witness facts, that the category of race is purely a social construct

To constrict, chained in the pool but let’s escape like Houdini, rather than test our luck

So whether you’re gay, straight, black, white or even an alien, I say to you live to love

And love to live minus the fist to cuffs and trust to give the gifts to us

I miss the love, amidst the lust enlist the just to move forward but see here

Whether black, white, yellow, or brown it don’t matter cuz now I can only see clear  

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Championship Medal

Haven't posted in a while, so once again I'm going to try to pass off lyrics as poetry.

I’m gaspin’, Take a look into a past and

I’d feel the passion of finding everlastin’

When ever never lasted, it took its dying breaths

And the look it’s trying to get is of a crook who found regret

And it took what’s tryin’ left, a book that quiet kept

The statutes finally wept just to mourn the hardly met

I feel these emotions till they rise in crescendo

I find innocence so timely and simple

Trying to find me a single reason left to love

Cuz Jesus left in blood and decent is a dud

My pleas is what I clutch in pieces with a crutch

But Jesus left his blood and if Jesus left in blood

Then what are my chances? I’m stuck in advancements

With the luck of the Manson’s, I’ll duck and I’ll manage

With bruises and scrapes, I’m losing my faith

A broken hearted champion out to prove that its fate

And I’m still looking trying to find the perfect segue

Get a word in edgeways, the nerd that pen gave

Some purpose and saved his little piece of sanity

My shadow’s where my phantom be, committing acts of vanity

And frantically, I’ll lie in lies pathetically

Till I find my truth and I’ll finally set it free

And with my eyes wide shut, I’ll take my mask off

And my pride will find lust and commence to blast off

Still I’m pleasing, pleading, fleeing freezing, fiending feelings

Seething, seeing my heart as its beats

And it’s beating, breathing really wreathing

Needing healing, I’ll seek your fine grasp

Needing heating, I’ll bask in your fine laugh

Till it echoes in my mind, underneath the night sky

And I’ll always finish last cuz I’m that nice guy

But I was told slow and steady will always win the race

So I’ll stop to smell the flowers as I join you and sit in place

Looking out my window, chasing where my pen go

I spent my whole life lost in sexual innuendo

Can it be so simple? I smile for the mirror

I find when you’re near, my pride disappears

And I’ll smile for the mirror just to see it in reverse

Our time isn’t here, it’s lost and we search

Eyes closed arms out, lost in the dark

Lost, Lost from the start, in costumes we part

But with tears comes laughter and the years come faster

With joy comes disaster, the boy’s been a bastard

Our ploys are unmaskin’, our choices are cast and

They don’t say what happens after the happily ever after

The pain and misery in a brazen symphony

Stallin’ Stalin installin’ solace laced with sympathy

We are the so lost, lost souls, we blacken the kettle

I’ll wear my broken heart around my neck like a championship medal

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Masked Monkeys

Atlas thinks life sucks......sometimes I agree.

It’s ironic, feeling lonely while holding a planet full of billions

Yes, it’s ironic like being a wreck while this planet is steadily building

It’s ironic but it might not be, cuz I never could use the word “irony”

Correctly after my rebellion when Zeus was finally eyein’ me

I am thee Atlas with the world on my shoulders and I’m trying hard not to buckle

Feeling lonely while holding a planet full of billions, see I got to chuckle

Chuckle at the irony of feeling alone so I’ll put my grievance in poems

I’m speedin through gnomes readin the tomes, bleedin the stones I’m needin a home

While not needing a home cuz home is where the hatred is or where hatred lives

Or where the patron’s kids interlace their wits with an impatient id

And will makeshift gifts for this masquerade we are all apart of

Masked monkeys with massive monk beads yellin out “This is Sparta!”

Tryin to keep my mask on straight while these women constantly give me the write off

But a wise lady once said “Maybe everyone needs to take the masks right off”

I need the night off cuz living Hell is for the lovers, loving Hell they’re given

Givin’ in to zeal but lord knows that the foretold old souls will keep their secrets hidden

But Hell is like not living but still breathing, not hungry but still feeding

But Hell is like being happy but still grieving, not begging but still pleading

Hell is like watching your girl walk away knowing she will never be your girl

Knowing that even though I’m holding her planet, I’ll never exactly be in her world

But I’ll lie to my truth and say “You’ll be mine soon” and fine tune the calm of my storm

Into a monsoon till I try to court her and she’ll say her lies in haikus like

I’m very sorry,

I think we should just be friends,

I am not your type.

Or

I think you’re so sweet,

And you’re a very nice guy,

But I have some one.

Forget feeling better, let’s wallow in misery and follow infinity

My motto is “Let me breathe” cuz God knows of my prestige, Apollo will set me free

But still I’ll wallow in it to remind me I’m still human, so hurt me

So I know I’m alive, hurt me cuz I have no use for pride no use for lies

No use to try but I’m not depressed I’m just merely living in desperation

With no sunshine, I’ve been using the North Star to get to my destination

Cuz the owner of my sunshine stole it back from me, the original thief

Spitting my original teeth proving to me that the “original” bleeds

But let’s create a society where they rape the rapists and murder the murderers

But wait, it’s already like that, mandate my ass but still the myrrh will burn

And I’m not pro cons; I’m just trying to differentiate the pros from cons

But honestly, that’s hard to do when life constantly feels like a frozen pond

And the men will call me melancholy friends will harm me, then they’ll bomb me

Then embalm me then I’m falling when I’m crawling sent to folly and I’m sorry

Cuz we’re all different drops to the same rain puddle, tryin to remain lovely

But I’m a drop that wished to evaporate and tried to maintain his ugly

But this too shall pass…..

But this too shall pass…..

This too shall pass….

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