Submissions by BluntHonestMel
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry has been therapy since I was in third grade. I am a National Poet that participated in the National Youth Slam Competition “Brave New Voices” 2012. I was published by DewMore Baltimore and have participated in various slams and events in the DM
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jun 2019 5:15am
10th Jun 2019 5:15am
Butterfly effect
Butterfly Effect
Time is the enemy of all
It kills more than an atom bomb
Bonds bombed by heat and pressure until they’re gone or given hollow purpose from a psalm
Like a body without a soul
Seeking to be whole but settling for holy
Because voids aren’t filled even after filling the church seat.
Arms of the cross broken for your peace.
Time is selfish.
Constant stress can not be why we have the breath
Our dualistic intellects are proof of the father
A spec of light in a world getting darker
I feel swallowed like a...
Time is the enemy of all
It kills more than an atom bomb
Bonds bombed by heat and pressure until they’re gone or given hollow purpose from a psalm
Like a body without a soul
Seeking to be whole but settling for holy
Because voids aren’t filled even after filling the church seat.
Arms of the cross broken for your peace.
Time is selfish.
Constant stress can not be why we have the breath
Our dualistic intellects are proof of the father
A spec of light in a world getting darker
I feel swallowed like a...
#dark
#death
#TruthOfLife
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1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
10th Jun 2019 5:13am
10th Jun 2019 5:13am
I.T..
Fear— fear makes you a slave— to me:
“Pennywise, the dancing clown”
You feed your flesh with food, and festivity’s:
I feast on the “in-equity” of your mortal flesh.
Who— who will be my next— mortal morsel?
Do you want to know what “IT” is— before you float—Georgie?
Pennywise— is much like his name: unseen, and over heads.
I am the ceiling— collapsing in a claustrophobic’s bed:
The shadows—that grab your ankles
When your the only one awake.
The humid breath on your neck in the shower.
The chill— down your...
“Pennywise, the dancing clown”
You feed your flesh with food, and festivity’s:
I feast on the “in-equity” of your mortal flesh.
Who— who will be my next— mortal morsel?
Do you want to know what “IT” is— before you float—Georgie?
Pennywise— is much like his name: unseen, and over heads.
I am the ceiling— collapsing in a claustrophobic’s bed:
The shadows—that grab your ankles
When your the only one awake.
The humid breath on your neck in the shower.
The chill— down your...
#dark
#evil
#fiction #scary
#fiction #scary
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Feb 2019 12:59pm
20th Feb 2019 12:59pm
Mourning Thoughts
Information is relative
Like Tribes scattered in Babylon
Faith divided in nations
To forever imbalance the equation of faith
The race was lost long before
The blood, the gore, the wars
This ward, is plagued
So we self medicate
With anything that gives us a ‘high’
Lust
Money
Substance
Where does peace lie?
In lies...
Where is freedom?
Inside
As the world revolves around the sun
The “sol”.
One became two
Half became whole
Mind and Spirit split
Marry...
Like Tribes scattered in Babylon
Faith divided in nations
To forever imbalance the equation of faith
The race was lost long before
The blood, the gore, the wars
This ward, is plagued
So we self medicate
With anything that gives us a ‘high’
Lust
Money
Substance
Where does peace lie?
In lies...
Where is freedom?
Inside
As the world revolves around the sun
The “sol”.
One became two
Half became whole
Mind and Spirit split
Marry...
#love
#grief
#death
#peace
#LifeCycle
456 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Feb 2019 2:40am
20th Feb 2019 2:40am
The Muse-Sic Trap
The Music Trap and Boyism
Silent wars silent songs
Silent shots quiet storms
We hear it all We listen close
Then go to sleep cause it’s joke
A song is like silent grenade you never hear explode
Our subconscious holds more than we’re told
Cultures can be turned into cults
At the click of a button
Unaware of the international judgement and fear; it is clear this multifaceted machine
Can limit a generation
Limit your liberation
Strengthen you’re gentrification
While generating revenue to keep you...
Silent wars silent songs
Silent shots quiet storms
We hear it all We listen close
Then go to sleep cause it’s joke
A song is like silent grenade you never hear explode
Our subconscious holds more than we’re told
Cultures can be turned into cults
At the click of a button
Unaware of the international judgement and fear; it is clear this multifaceted machine
Can limit a generation
Limit your liberation
Strengthen you’re gentrification
While generating revenue to keep you...
#music
#rap
#FeelingTrapped #philosophical
#FeelingTrapped #philosophical
606 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2019 12:20pm
19th Feb 2019 12:20pm
Why ‘Third Eye’?
I ask my third eye why
Why must I buy into lies
In the school, in the food,
At my church, Where I work
There’s a mask
In the form of a laugh
Or a forced smile
Acting as a parasite feeding the modern day Draculas
An act only to compensate for what they lack in color
Like all there is is ‘Black’ and ‘White’ amongst us
Vibration my only ecstasy transcending skin
When I can look beyond you and me
See true peace and unity
Even if that means agreeing to disagree
God recharges the...
Why must I buy into lies
In the school, in the food,
At my church, Where I work
There’s a mask
In the form of a laugh
Or a forced smile
Acting as a parasite feeding the modern day Draculas
An act only to compensate for what they lack in color
Like all there is is ‘Black’ and ‘White’ amongst us
Vibration my only ecstasy transcending skin
When I can look beyond you and me
See true peace and unity
Even if that means agreeing to disagree
God recharges the...
#sadness
#love
#hope
#TruthOfLife
#suffering
578 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Feb 2019 5:25am
19th Feb 2019 5:25am
Black Girl Magic
As I sit here writing while endearing
You with my gaze
My pupils point to you and back to the page
Like an artisan painting a portrait
Of struggles unphrased
successes unpraised
Juxtapositions are flowing through your veins
I see you
Focussed on today
More focussed on the dismay
The next can bring
Hair a dancing flame
I want to run my hands through it and pick your brain
I'm staring at my saturated hands
Wondering if it will assist to withstand the
Calidity of your kinky kitchen
Long...
You with my gaze
My pupils point to you and back to the page
Like an artisan painting a portrait
Of struggles unphrased
successes unpraised
Juxtapositions are flowing through your veins
I see you
Focussed on today
More focussed on the dismay
The next can bring
Hair a dancing flame
I want to run my hands through it and pick your brain
I'm staring at my saturated hands
Wondering if it will assist to withstand the
Calidity of your kinky kitchen
Long...
#love
#strength
#women
#power
#admiration
918 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Feb 2019 00:36am
19th Feb 2019 00:36am
Mental Patient
A sage in the cage of a newborn
Hell has been lukewarm
Since I remember
Love has been daggers severing my spine
I never thought I would walk again.
My brain outgrew the vessel
Longing for acceptance from Rejects
I always saw a picture of a better world
They still reject
In crim-sin reflection
My decibels so-low my vibration
Was distilled...
A hand full of pills
A pool of blood full of misery
The untrained eye could not see
I’d dip the brush in it and paint
Until my heart pumped air and...
Hell has been lukewarm
Since I remember
Love has been daggers severing my spine
I never thought I would walk again.
My brain outgrew the vessel
Longing for acceptance from Rejects
I always saw a picture of a better world
They still reject
In crim-sin reflection
My decibels so-low my vibration
Was distilled...
A hand full of pills
A pool of blood full of misery
The untrained eye could not see
I’d dip the brush in it and paint
Until my heart pumped air and...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#peace
#LifeChangingMoment
632 reads
23 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2019 1:19am
18th Feb 2019 1:19am
Up
Sleep, a distant memory after a wake
Suicide makes sense,
Death; Escape
Solitude is a scrape
On an empty plate
Syllables are sickle cells
In veins full of mace
I close my eyes.
As I see a new day.
Suicide makes sense,
Death; Escape
Solitude is a scrape
On an empty plate
Syllables are sickle cells
In veins full of mace
I close my eyes.
As I see a new day.
#anxiety
#loneliness
#dreams
#insomnia
#sleep
652 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Feb 2019 8:03pm
17th Feb 2019 8:03pm
Potential Blindfold
She loves him.
He is oxygen to her cellular respiration
When air is as thin as Colorado slopes
And hope hangs in the balance
She is anchored by the vivid image of everything he could be
But will probably never become
Because the world told him what to be
And he listened..
He listened, until your caterwauls for change
Became feint murmurs in the fading abyss
Pseudo love making turns your fist full of intent
Into a weak satisfied open hand
In which he proceeds to fill with more pictures
Pictures of a man, who...
He is oxygen to her cellular respiration
When air is as thin as Colorado slopes
And hope hangs in the balance
She is anchored by the vivid image of everything he could be
But will probably never become
Because the world told him what to be
And he listened..
He listened, until your caterwauls for change
Became feint murmurs in the fading abyss
Pseudo love making turns your fist full of intent
Into a weak satisfied open hand
In which he proceeds to fill with more pictures
Pictures of a man, who...
#love
#women
#men
#lies
#FeelingTrapped
527 reads
6 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
17th Feb 2019 3:47pm
17th Feb 2019 3:47pm
US
A crown of thorns,
Adorned with rotten rubies
A linen stained,
With strain and imperfection
Wood, sat on so often.
Souls are numb to the splinter
Fire, feared so long
I have grown numb to its ember
Love, saturated by superficial waters
Chains, broken—yet stronger.
Hero’s temples make love to revolvers
Resistance; a figment, ripe for slaughter
One nation,
Under a God with dripping fangs
One Flag,
Drowning out all of the foreign bangs.
One goal,
To sip...
Adorned with rotten rubies
A linen stained,
With strain and imperfection
Wood, sat on so often.
Souls are numb to the splinter
Fire, feared so long
I have grown numb to its ember
Love, saturated by superficial waters
Chains, broken—yet stronger.
Hero’s temples make love to revolvers
Resistance; a figment, ripe for slaughter
One nation,
Under a God with dripping fangs
One Flag,
Drowning out all of the foreign bangs.
One goal,
To sip...
#anxiety
#identity
#politics
#America
#peace
562 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Feb 2019 3:38pm
16th Feb 2019 3:38pm
Personification
If the cornfield is GMO,
Then what is its fruit?
If the country is plastic
Aren’t it’s people too?
Black woman want to be barbies
Black men want to be kin.
Pop culture peddling
Discomfort in your skin
In the beginning you have no means
No means to an end
In the end you have no ends
To justify the means you defend
Translation
We born broke, and spend the rest of our lives trying to fix it
Seeking olive leaves to relieve the malnutrition
Shedding scaly vibrations of Spiritual procrastination...
Then what is its fruit?
If the country is plastic
Aren’t it’s people too?
Black woman want to be barbies
Black men want to be kin.
Pop culture peddling
Discomfort in your skin
In the beginning you have no means
No means to an end
In the end you have no ends
To justify the means you defend
Translation
We born broke, and spend the rest of our lives trying to fix it
Seeking olive leaves to relieve the malnutrition
Shedding scaly vibrations of Spiritual procrastination...
#love
#lust
#betrayal
#identity
#SelfWorth
577 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Feb 2019 2:45pm
16th Feb 2019 2:45pm
What’s Woke???
What’s woke?
Woke is being broke
Well, What’s broke?
Broke is digging into your pockets and pulling out Dust and words
Words that no one will ever believe
A “wake” in the matrix is a like a bad dream
Looking left and right
Frantically trying to shake the sleep
An arrogant act of pure insanity
Knowing only people wield the power to wake themselves.
It is accepting the body as a genetic jail
Then going through hell to shake the cells
No...
Woke is being broke
Well, What’s broke?
Broke is digging into your pockets and pulling out Dust and words
Words that no one will ever believe
A “wake” in the matrix is a like a bad dream
Looking left and right
Frantically trying to shake the sleep
An arrogant act of pure insanity
Knowing only people wield the power to wake themselves.
It is accepting the body as a genetic jail
Then going through hell to shake the cells
No...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#God
#spiritual
#philosophical
583 reads
5 Comments
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