Submissions by 1Docmcruz (PoetCruz)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Even on days when I am speechless I will always find a way to be quoted I like things raw & love to touch topics ppl shy from My style is ever changing & consistently as powerful as it can be gentle
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jun 2012 1:35am
27th Jun 2012 1:35am
Ancestors Ebonics
It was first grade and I was gullible
I didn't understand
When the teacher had put out her hand
to pass me a book of "Hooked on Phonics"
I wasn't being me
I wasn't being me
if I was adding ing's instead of apostrophes
And hyphenations to the American prophecies
of how I'm supposedly supposed to be
This slang brang me somethin'
feel like to you my roots are nothing
Feel like being me is insecure
Like back in first grade I wasn't mature to the world
But you Miss Educator were miss educating
Pronouncing imitations...
I didn't understand
When the teacher had put out her hand
to pass me a book of "Hooked on Phonics"
I wasn't being me
I wasn't being me
if I was adding ing's instead of apostrophes
And hyphenations to the American prophecies
of how I'm supposedly supposed to be
This slang brang me somethin'
feel like to you my roots are nothing
Feel like being me is insecure
Like back in first grade I wasn't mature to the world
But you Miss Educator were miss educating
Pronouncing imitations...
550 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jun 2012 10:35pm
21st Jun 2012 10:35pm
Mind Vs. Heart
On the frontline of temptation
I waited for you…
Dressed as a soldier of Love with my heart on my sleeve
wishing your last name was attached to my chest and a metal of honor on my ring finger
my smile waving proudly in the war winds
while Cupid arrows burst in mid air
Saved movements and revolutions for your cause
my body more faithful to you than any other woman's Nation because
You were something worth fighting for!!!
Forward March!
Loading cannons to puncture emotion threw the battle wounds...
I waited for you…
Dressed as a soldier of Love with my heart on my sleeve
wishing your last name was attached to my chest and a metal of honor on my ring finger
my smile waving proudly in the war winds
while Cupid arrows burst in mid air
Saved movements and revolutions for your cause
my body more faithful to you than any other woman's Nation because
You were something worth fighting for!!!
Forward March!
Loading cannons to puncture emotion threw the battle wounds...
658 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jun 2012 4:16am
21st Jun 2012 4:16am
Dreams in Blood
Turned a corner and the once innocent souls
were captured in gargoyle stone
They left her alone…to die
crystal clear, not a tear but blood through her eyes
Rain, the angels did cry
but its washing away the homicide
don’t let it subside!
Leave her memorial
take away the gang life’s glory ,Go!
Bring people to see that it really happened to my friends
not pretend
no propaganda this is what the gang life hands ya
I rushed as the sirens appeared in my ears
Remember playing magician wish I could wave my wand of ...
were captured in gargoyle stone
They left her alone…to die
crystal clear, not a tear but blood through her eyes
Rain, the angels did cry
but its washing away the homicide
don’t let it subside!
Leave her memorial
take away the gang life’s glory ,Go!
Bring people to see that it really happened to my friends
not pretend
no propaganda this is what the gang life hands ya
I rushed as the sirens appeared in my ears
Remember playing magician wish I could wave my wand of ...
546 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
20th Jun 2012 3:42am
20th Jun 2012 3:42am
YOU WANT RESPECT?!
Teach your sons to respect women & daughters to respect themselves
Don’t know if she’s 18 or 12
Don’t know if she’s pregnant or swelled
Don’t know how a baby is held
Don’t know if she might be expelled
Now she’s going through hell
because he…
Forgot where he came from
He beat your face like snare drum
Drank a bottle like a baby
But the T.K.O was on his lady
Claimed he was a gentlemen oh, how his knuckles tore
Shame she was a soldier oh, how she faced the war
No mute for the chil-dren ...
Don’t know if she’s 18 or 12
Don’t know if she’s pregnant or swelled
Don’t know how a baby is held
Don’t know if she might be expelled
Now she’s going through hell
because he…
Forgot where he came from
He beat your face like snare drum
Drank a bottle like a baby
But the T.K.O was on his lady
Claimed he was a gentlemen oh, how his knuckles tore
Shame she was a soldier oh, how she faced the war
No mute for the chil-dren ...
838 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Jun 2012 3:29am
19th Jun 2012 3:29am
Messenger of GOD
I got the help of deceased
Death’s adversaries
living vicariously
incorporating words into my vocabulary
in positions so creative they’re beyond imaginary
exponential hints in dreams
I wake up and try to figure out what they mean
but sometimes I can only remember the crease in the page
I spend all day til I remember what they were trying to say ..
say this that and the third, beautiful word, im done
close my eyes and the Lord blessed me with another one
went fishing and caught the Lord
all faith...
Death’s adversaries
living vicariously
incorporating words into my vocabulary
in positions so creative they’re beyond imaginary
exponential hints in dreams
I wake up and try to figure out what they mean
but sometimes I can only remember the crease in the page
I spend all day til I remember what they were trying to say ..
say this that and the third, beautiful word, im done
close my eyes and the Lord blessed me with another one
went fishing and caught the Lord
all faith...
705 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
19th Jun 2012 00:59am
19th Jun 2012 00:59am
Tu Pac LIVES
In everyone there is a Tu pac
Having a time clock waiting to be engaged to release all the rage threw a voice in a poetic choice of verse
about how the dealing got good
or how the feeling got worse
from having a job to only having "15 cents"
caught up in confusion like a convict deciding choosing
if he should jump the fence thinking in pretense
but to him its common sense
survival ways ghetto, common, tribal
stories of struggle like psalms from the bible
in everyone there is a struggle
Black,...
Having a time clock waiting to be engaged to release all the rage threw a voice in a poetic choice of verse
about how the dealing got good
or how the feeling got worse
from having a job to only having "15 cents"
caught up in confusion like a convict deciding choosing
if he should jump the fence thinking in pretense
but to him its common sense
survival ways ghetto, common, tribal
stories of struggle like psalms from the bible
in everyone there is a struggle
Black,...
705 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
18th Jun 2012 4:33pm
18th Jun 2012 4:33pm
School Dayzzzzz
Remember those high school kids who dressed in black becoming night knights in the day light to fight the world that looked away from them like they were just glares son
Remember those high school kids “Columbinin” the school who looked dead at them like they were fu%cking scared son
And those shorties who wore short skirts and booty shorts who took a short cut for cash by shorting their education to be with short, short minded men who in the long run short cut their lives by cutting them
.. ..
And those who wore red long sleeves like Valentine's Day dripping...
Remember those high school kids “Columbinin” the school who looked dead at them like they were fu%cking scared son
And those shorties who wore short skirts and booty shorts who took a short cut for cash by shorting their education to be with short, short minded men who in the long run short cut their lives by cutting them
.. ..
And those who wore red long sleeves like Valentine's Day dripping...
633 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Jun 2012 4:48pm
17th Jun 2012 4:48pm
f**king With No Strings Attached ;)
#lust
#sex
#erotic
1493 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
16th Jun 2012 5:25pm
16th Jun 2012 5:25pm
Letter to my UNBORN BABY
This is the first time I been kicked and all I want to do was caress back
The first time I wasn’t trying to hide my belly by wearing black
This first time I was happy I didn’t fit in my jeans
First time I caved pickles and ice cream =P
The first time I woke up in the morning throwing up
And all I could think about…was you growing up
You never seen a camera but I have pictures of you on my refrigerator
Its what you’ll be eating out of once they cut that cord
coming out of your tummy
besides Daddy is letting you borrow my breast he says the...
The first time I wasn’t trying to hide my belly by wearing black
This first time I was happy I didn’t fit in my jeans
First time I caved pickles and ice cream =P
The first time I woke up in the morning throwing up
And all I could think about…was you growing up
You never seen a camera but I have pictures of you on my refrigerator
Its what you’ll be eating out of once they cut that cord
coming out of your tummy
besides Daddy is letting you borrow my breast he says the...
1090 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jun 2012 5:32am
16th Jun 2012 5:32am
WTF!
You forgot something…
To call me before you went to bed
To love me no matter what was said
You forgot something…
Between my fingers so her hand never fits in mine
Try to start a new but my guard is like a stop sign
You forgot something…
Flashbacks on every sensory nerve
Can’t smell, taste, see, hear anything without triggering a memory reserve
You forgot something…
As she reached to hug me..A strand of YOUR hair on my favorite sweater "telling myself inside Forget Her, Forget Her!"
You forgot something... ...
To call me before you went to bed
To love me no matter what was said
You forgot something…
Between my fingers so her hand never fits in mine
Try to start a new but my guard is like a stop sign
You forgot something…
Flashbacks on every sensory nerve
Can’t smell, taste, see, hear anything without triggering a memory reserve
You forgot something…
As she reached to hug me..A strand of YOUR hair on my favorite sweater "telling myself inside Forget Her, Forget Her!"
You forgot something... ...
594 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Jun 2012 4:17am
16th Jun 2012 4:17am
Historical HIGHH
Activism prism…of sand now ticks on wrist
and car radios tick tock, hip hop
Remix!
Amplify the alcohol volume of what we spit
Satellite car radio plug this!......Frequency
Pass the peace pipe and I’ll pass it back
and youkeep on puffing
Copping, rear views of old news
black power photographs of past Stokely Carmichael
moments froze
ride my back to the future mobile with positive
goals
defrost and go as far the ice age to change the No’s ...
and car radios tick tock, hip hop
Remix!
Amplify the alcohol volume of what we spit
Satellite car radio plug this!......Frequency
Pass the peace pipe and I’ll pass it back
and youkeep on puffing
Copping, rear views of old news
black power photographs of past Stokely Carmichael
moments froze
ride my back to the future mobile with positive
goals
defrost and go as far the ice age to change the No’s ...
610 reads
0 Comments
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