Doubters are the fuel
Do something amazing
Watch as anger
Sets them ablaze;
They are, quite literally,
The “extra-bit-of-light” providers
For your road’s lantern.
– Original-Dante ©2016
The Necessary Steps.
And then I calmly told him
That its not the earth
That trembles
As he walks,
Its him.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Photography by:Â Noel997
Poetry & Bank Notes.
They take what I write
At face value…
Apologies
But what I design
Hardly resembles a bank note.
Discerning one’s mind
Rather, mine
Does not take simple sifting
Or your own understanding.
Watch them catch feelings
Because it’s starting to register
In their brain
That I exhibit
A different kind of grey matter.
Offended when abstract ideas
Collide with their reality;
What do they say about that again,
“If the shoe fits…?”
– Original-Dante ©2016
A Poem About Nothing In Particular.
I think about those days at times
Growing up in the background
The kid everyone made fun of.
Self-esteem on zero, funny thing though,
I don’t blame them, If I saw myself then,
I’d probably join in.
First crush ever
Pours juice over my lunch
“Just a hunch…
…But I don’t think she likes me”
I’d say to myself…
…Optimism on 100.
High-school,
Never felt like I belong
Friends lasting as long
As your reputation holds,
People’s opinion’s defining
How I saw everything.
Paints and pencils
Painting my escapism
For the better part of ten years,
Comic panels and speech bubbles
Bringing my pictures to life;
What other company was there?
16 years in
I then realized I’ve harbored
More anger than I’ve let on;
Secluding myself,
Preferring my own company
Over others,
Building walls
“The Other Side”
Was rather occupied.
How could I
Not be good at academics
When assignments
Where the only variants
My life ever had?
Relationships?
HAH!
That’s a good joke,
Abysmal defines most
Anything remotely close
To being serious
Was a no-go.
Why wait for someone else
To disappoint me
When I could do that perfectly?
Didn’t really care about anything
Or anyone,
Well, except a select few,
And then I met poetry.
– Original-Dante ©2016
To be continued (?)
Giving Direction.
Time it perfectly
And you’ll see
The smallest glimpse
Of a lightning fast
Air-drawn map
Giving directions
To everything better
Than today.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Photograph by:Â htpb
A Sinking Feeling.
Take the low tide for granted,
You’ll sink like granite.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Photograph by:Â FenwickParrody
Reckoning.
I’ll neither confirm nor deny
That you’ll hear me snap
If i’m busy writing
And you derail
My train of thought.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Photograph by:Â same-but-different
Dreams.
I’ll see you again
My subconscious dictates
That dreams
Are a solid start.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Ever Here Around
Thank you for this.
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In Honour and Remembrance of Martin Luther King, Jr., of Remarkable acts of Courage, Faith, and Resilience by men and women both famous and untold, and for all the lives forever scarred by Slavery.
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Stand With Me on this Sacred Ground,
Listen for Speakin’ that has no Sound,
Lockin’ the pain and misery away,
And I’ll Never, No I’ll Never Say,
This is the end, this day is too hard,
Gonna Keep my Place, Gonna Keep Standin’ Guard,
Standin’ on this Sacred Ground,
Mighty Lord, Ever Here Around.
Stand With me on this Fire and Straw,
Though I am filled with Mortal Flaws,
Pushin’ Through the anger and Pain,
Never Lookin’ at these rusting Chains,
And I’ll Never, No I’ll Never Say,
This is the end, This day is too Loud
Gonna…
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The Internal.
What I keep
On the inside
Close to my heart
Burns me up
The closest thing
To a passive dose
Of a chest rub
From the sun.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Photograph by:Â FlorentCourty
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