Rainy Reality

the beginning of the beginning of my new year . . .

 

I feel I’m losing my inner poet

No poems, no words, and no inspiration to flow with

I live it big, I live it full, and then I lose my focus

I smile to cover it up praying that no one notice

My soul is raining on the inside but no raindrops seep out

Behind my ribs, my heartbeat stops, and pain falls silently from my mouth

Who are you to say what I’m about?

I am hungry for change without doubt

Waiting for hope lyke the rest of New Orleans, praying for President Obama to reform living down south

No frowns, no pouts, and I live lyfe without regrets

Believing that I’ll be the greatest accomplishment I’ve met

Not intending to be fallacious

My world lacks the ingredients of spacious

I need support lyke a face lift

Yet pain is my true gift

I feel it. Lyke a deck of cards, I deal it

But still it’s pain, so how can I kill it

I’m just being a realist

Lyke a cup of coffee, I spill quick

Trying to control the visual the audiences see. . .

While admitting to a lyfe transformed into a rainy reality.

 

Reviews

[universalove]

This is a place were you must find the smile n joy that pain is just a place. To come or not to come is the question. To make yourself happy or look in other people for the thoughts that you think you lost. I am here for you out of love n lust. But in all reality i am just a man reading and feelig your poem. To enjoy your thoughts are very dear. GOOD WRITE.

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

You expressed this feeling of lost well in this poem. I can truely relate, I've find my self searching for that great insperation that I know will come for me and I'm sure it'll come for you. Hang in there. This poem in itself tells me the words are coming if they have not yet.
Keep pen to paper.

[Troy Baham Jr.]

that's pretty dope. i can tell the flow changed in certain parts and your rhymes were pretty on point too