I wonder if you knew
That you have one of the most exciting mannerisms I’ve encountered in this physical Dimension
I’ve said it many times before
And I’ll say it 1000 more
I wonder if you knew
Nego True – The Break Up Poem ‘Sometimes’
THE BREAK UP POEM,,,ALL THIS POET IS SAYING IS SOSOSO TRUE,,,I CAN RELATE!
Nego True has done it again! Just over a month after his poem, Daddy Are You Proud of Me went viral, he has released another spoken word, titled Sometimes and dubbed as “The Break Up Poem”
Nego bares his emotions in this poem just as he did in his last one. He’s given us another poem that we can all relate to (whether we want to admit it or not).
Nego never fails to deliver exceptional quality, be it in a song or a poem, and I can’t wait to see what he has for us next.
Sound like a familiar story to you??
I love metaphoric poetry! I am really trying to get away from saying what I mean in my poems. I want the reader to scratch their head and ask their selves “what does she mean?’ My earlier poetry “was so direct. This reblog uses imagery to paint the words. Words like coffin, battlefield, clothesline, diatomic, dynamite and my favorite passage, “pack my body in boxes
“This is a great read! Below is the direct link.
http://infinitendeavor.wordpress.com/2013/08/02/indigo-waves-2/
Hang me from your clothesline
Located in the backyard of your dreams
Wring me out with comments
Make me feel like I too, believe
…
Sink me in your diatomic waste
Full of constrictor dynamite
Fill me with skewers of justice bombs
Make this too, your flight
…
Sing to me the corporeal sea
Found in the beaches of Italy
Sadden the daylight counterpart
With dreams of night
…
Contain the sun
Hidden in your living room
Pack my body into boxes
And sink it into the battlefields
…
But no matter what you do-
Don’t construct love
The way a coffin
Of indigo waves
I’m words away
From exposing this poetic truth
You can’t take me away from my poetic roots
My garden is rich with colorful poetic fruit
Get you a glass come drink this poetic juice
I muse just to confuse
Filling up on poetic soup
Words dangling truth slippin’ poetic noose
Poetry has no justification
Only words I speak
Is truth!
Perizzites lay babies in my brain
Forcing poetic germs from these mythological veins
I write and put my random thoughts in mind carved frames
And I bask in my glory playing this poetic game
My passion has no mercy
It has no senseless shame
I’m sworn to secrecy
I have no poetic gain
And if I don’t write
I fear my brain will not regain
Tryna’ master the art of
Poetry.
Memory.
Listen.
Retain.
I am desperate to repeat what my mind has heard
I hide and take refuge from behind these poetic words
I savoir every image
I don’t want to waste it
Running from the anti-Christ
Because I know he will hate it
Using this poetry to sooth my poetic nerves
But the truth is I’m lost without these prophetic verbs
Words!
I write until my fingers bleed
Making verb babies to add to this poetic breed
And my garden is where I plant these poetic seeds
For all who roam my pastures to meditate and read
So I scribe and plant poetic seeds
I’m addicted to these words
This is my pathetic need
WHO ARE YOU??
USE METAPHORS…
I am a spine filled ghetto
With intellectual notes
That gets stuck in my throat
Mid way down the words become my cloak
I claim not my thorn
I am a womanly girl
With Bobbie sox and Shirley temple curls
That pushes me to the masses
That’s right!
My thorn pushes me to the masses
And its mines!
And can’t nobody tell me about my spirit
That sees deep into those judgmental eyes
I used to know Sanchez
He was every Spanish
Every PuertoRico
Every San Juan
Every memory
Tenderly tucked away
In my smart phone
He was my lover
He was my Papi
This is a drawling
Not to be confused with a real life event
I watched my chest
Only flesh between the earth and my breast
That heaved monumental particles of me
Fragmented remnants
Debris
Left behind
Shattered glass
Little pieces of me
I needed his bricks to build me strong
Nestled in his flesh is where I belonged
And so I wait
For
A steady heave
To blow deep in my chest
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