Aesthete In Harlem


Strange,
That in this nigger place,
I should meet Life face to face
When for years, I had been seeking
Life in places gentler speaking
Until I came to this near street
And found Life--stepping on my feet!
-Langston Hughes

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

BLOODY NIGHTMARE

I take a look at myself
Flashback a raging fire that occured
I take a hand to my face
With the blood I can't seem to erase
Only then I knew that someone threw a brick at my face
I take a look at myself
Now I know it was all a dream

3 comments:

  1. I read this one the other day. Pretty good but damn you dreaming about catching bricks to the face?? Sorry to hear that, hopefully in your dream I kicked that guys ass or whoever threw that damn brick at my baby lol
    But I loooove you beautiful and keep up the great work:)

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  2. because i awoke and i had screamed/ but yet the pain wouldn't go away/ in fact it insisted that it should stay.

    this terrible pain/ it left a stain/ whenever i feel calm, it resurfaces from the back of my brain/

    and oh this beautiful face is going to waste/ because it never get to smile

    if this everlasting pain could just go away/ then id be happy for a little while.

    (felt an inspiration from yours and had to write. good job =)

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  3. Really liked this one, very good imagery.

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