A Slave to Mind By An anonymous Poet
Why do you have such control over me?
Instead of letting me live; wild and free.
There you go, Captivating my every thought.
Living a mental prison, feeling distraught.
Why do you have such control over me?
While, Fucking hovering has become a guarantee.
Darkness slithers in and out as it pleases;
While my heart slowly shatters from these diseases.
Why do you have such control over me?
I am drained from asking, “where is she?”
I am convinced there is no correct act.
But you know what, fuck that. Let’s have a chat!
In reality, you don’t have such control over me.
It’s the will power of breaking through that will let me be.
Remember, if you’re not speaking of it; you’re storing it.
Become the best version of yourself and don’t commit to that bandit.
Collection of thoughts by Lee Poetry
Unfortunately you see..
I am forever here
Been great
Overcoming Adversity
Allat on repeat
Still me
Better beast
Watch me eat
Damage, broken, cold
F*** that
I don't see that
Im on GO
Lashing out ME
This ain't knowledge
Graduating to Wisdom
I'm let it go
Let do as it please
Cause I know
This external persona never deserve me
They outside energy don't even know me
In the valley of death
I fear nothing that bleed
Including me
My character is verified
No reputation owns me
Never fold
Even when it's lonely
"Collecting My Thoughts Too"
Unfortunately I'm still here
Same old news
Procrastinating my goals
Neglecting my skills
Overlooking what I built
Thought about quitting I guess I'm afraid of commitment
Honestly never mind
Lowest point venting
Overthinking my views
Tired of drinking
Tired of spending
Thoughts way ahead of me "You good bro"
Nah I ain't good I wish kill all this negative energy
See the better me "Yeah I'm good bro" [Takes another shot]
Idgaf about outside energy
Ain't here to tell my testimony
Tryna stop generational curses
Protecting whats bigger than me It's worth everything
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Collecting My Thoughts Too
Collecting my thoughts By: Mike Lee
Obviously money
Probably the sex
I guess women is content with that
How my dad plays a part in it
He ain’t shit
Greatest point of view of what not to do
Now I’m trying learn from scratch
No mentor
Funny how I’m leading
No guidance
Funny how they following my example
Shit ain’t easy
Trust me
In believe me
I bet this bottle gonna make it easy
I bet this blunt gonna make it easy
Sex overrated
Love definitely not easy
Collecting my thoughts
That ain’t easy coping with that
Let me write my PAIN by Ashley Del Regno
I was a child.
Innocent and fragile, yet not handled with care.
Why weren't you there?
Abused, confused, every emotion I expressed you refused.
Why didn't you care?
He hurt me. You loved him still.
My innocence taken at his own free will.
Why couldn't I trust you?
You tell me to "move on from the past"
You must not know how pain so deep lasts.
Why is your heart so cold?
As you grow old, I do too.
I'll get through this pain as I always do, but will you?
I hope you do, I hope you do
What could've been by Chevelle
I met you before I knew what love was.
Love was foreign to me, scary, new. I was immature on how to love and how to receive it.
But you were so patient with me.
You nurtured me and took care of me as if I was a newborn. You took the time to open me up, reach into and give my heart a hug.
You kissed every scar on my body,
even the ones that no one could see.
You repaired broken pieces that I forgot needed mending.
You did all of this for me but I wasn’t ready to receive it. You fell in love with me, I tried to catch you.
My love, I tried.
But I didn’t know how.
I didn’t know what to do.
I would kiss you and I would see your heart break a little more. I would hold you and I could hear your soul crying.
All you wanted was for me to catch you.
One day you got tired of crying, you got tired of trying .
I felt like you were giving up on me but a heart can only take so much.
I watched you walk away and you still looked back for me to catch you.
With tears in your eyes you still wanted me to save you.
I let you walk away.
Years passed and I found out what love was.
Every time I tried to explain love to someone else I just spell out your name.
I came back for you, I started to search for you.
But I was too late.
Someone else caught you.
I hope they have a firm grasp on you.
Because I will be there to finish what they couldn’t and what I should’ve.
I will be there to fix the same heart that I broke
Mom; can you teach me how to speak Taino?
A Reflection by Not your Average Joe
As a Puerto Rican I never cared for talking Spanish; I never been to Puerto Rico (although I do want/need to visit) and I always said; “we in America; I don’t need to know Spanish!” as a kid!
Now I’m older and as I dig into the History of our ppl, I want to celebrate Puerto Rico, but I really can’t even celebrate Puerto Rico as Puerto Rico, can I? The Island was named Puerto Rico by Christopher Columbus; the slaughter man himself! That was in the late 1400s. So, we are not originally Spanish speaking ppl! We were conquered and forced to speak Spanish for 500 years. In the late 1800’s we were conquered again by the Europeans (America) and then forced to speak English until the mid-1900’s. So, I say that to say this; When I was younger, I didn’t care to speak Spanish and I now I know the reason for that! My ppl is originally Taino from the island of Borinquen who spoke Taino!