Poetry

"OBESE STREETS"

These streets, this hood, block & Ave.

Hungered, famished, empty and starved

Home to a distraught mass of youths consumed by untruths

Unaware of their fate or the statistics of the crime rate

The 1^st offense, so lightweight and naïve

Steal a pack of Juicy Fruit, preparing to wear that disreputable orange jumpsuit

You’re gaining weight

You are feeding these streets with nothing more than defeats left on repeat

Duplicate errors, imitations of the same choice and selection

Remake, reoccur, reproduce, all heading in the same direction

As the cycle spins, twists, whirls out of control, this street is being fed with the content of their lost souls without consent

They’re lacking the knowledge of reality by living on a one-track mentality

Bloods, Blues, prostitutes and their pimps, drug dealers living for the dollar

 School fights & then street fights, assaults and rape, razors, shanks

Next step is a gun; Murder – which cannot be undone

Names detach and slip different ways

One to the graveyard, one behind bars, one filling an endless bottle with his unforgettable scars,

Hardly any amongst the stars

The air grows heavier, the gloom expands, and the relentless streets swallow nonstop, bursting waistbands

Yet never revealing the actuality of the truth

There is no dispute conflict or altercation

We have fed these streets

The food being our lives and this disturbing tradition will remain until not one survives

These streets, this hood, block & Ave.

Overweight, massive, corpulent & OBESE

Amanda Mullen/a.breezee

2004

Sunday, April 29th, 2012 New Poetry By Timothy J. Crisman/@BestWriterAlive

"Angel In A New Dress"

Softly A Piano Plays In The Background,

As The Crowd Watches,

It's Her Turn Now,

The Show Begins,

When She Turns Around,

The Stage Was Set For Her,

See It In Her Smile,

Applause Was Meant For Her,

She's Addicted Now,

In A New Red Dress,

She's On Fire Now,

The Heavens Couldn't Keep Her,

I Caught Her Flying Down,

Wanted Her To Be My Queen,

All She Wanted Was The Crown,

The Violins Pick Up Then The Horns Sound,

Staring In Her Face,

Witnessing Doubt,

Never Planned For This,

The Legacy Was Ours,

The Night Is Growing Impatient,

It Places The Stars,

High Enough For Us To Reach,

Pray We Don't Fall,

Or Slip Through The Hands Of Love,

Hear A Strumming Guitar,

The Strings Carry Her Act,

And She Prefers To Perform,

With That Being Said,

My Presence Is Worn,

And All Hope Is Dimished,

The World I Know Is Torn,

I Situp Slowly,

Shed A Tear Then Proceed For Home,

Leaving An Angel Druken In Bliss,

Stopped At The Door...

She Looked Beautiful,

And She Had Them All,

The Lights Fade Out For Us,

They Clap Their Hands Shouting Encore,

As I Close The Door,

And The Curtains Fall.

-TC

"Overdose"

Lost,

In a cloud of smoke,

Losing all hope,

Love is a lot like dope,

This is what I know,

Found,

Staggering through a crowd,

Lost souls all around,

In the music my ears drown,

But I love the sound,

Now that you're not around,

It helps to calm me down,

People slowly fading out,

I see things I shouldn't now,

Come back I miss your smile,

Haven't seen you in a while,

Wish i could've made you proud,

Only a disappointment now,

You would tickle my nose,

But this is a new smell,

Feels like I'm in control,

The way your lips felt on mine,

Is similar to this bottle,

And popping pills,

More than one at a time,

Fuck rules,

I was never one to follow,

White powder on my clothes,

The party still bumping though,

No other girl could give me such a high,

No other could come even close,

I should've known,

It was going to be impossible to let you go,

Sitting alone,

Needle in hand,

Piercing my soul,

If there's one thing I learned,

Don't get caught up with hopes,

She convinced me,

I'm sold,

It all ends with an overdose.

-TC