#longbeachpoets

[nerdraps]

Fan to a Nobody

To the one who sat too close to the stage

there but still distant, telescope perspectives

allowed you to perceive receiving

recognition to someone who

doesn’t know you but your shadow

is familiar. Darkened by an ambiance

to make the star look brighter,

however it is still stuck in the lonely space.

 You invaded me in my alienation.

But it wasn’t for domination,

maybe not from the start,

because my heart you did take over on the sly

you won’t admit to it and I can’t admit

why I let you, in that space I should have left you.

But there is a cold fact about isolation,

things move slower at cooler temperatures.

 A star, is bright and hot, so when we meet

we’ll be doing things far from chillin’.

‘cause you dared to touch what

many believed could not be handled

and remembered my calculated location

even when I was cloaked

In the daylight. For that I thank you.

Hope you’re not too disappointed

 When the stage is gone, and I’m not even what these

dim lights and spotlight make me to be.

 When I’m just like you.

[jaxntppoet]

ginger jasmine tea with mi’lady 

“All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life — where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it... What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real.” 

[nerdspoems-blog]

Worried About the Wrong Things

Circle gets the Square

so your disconnected lines

of communication might not understand me.

Elders say “you got two ears and one mouth

so you should listen more than you talk”

but our hands speak.

She said I wasn’t her type,

I must have pushed the wrong keys.

I worry about the wrong things,

like why her smile makes me feel

that I have wings?

When smiles can deceive cause she really

wants the money that’s

why she say’s “cheese”.

Or why she stay with commoners

passing up on a king?

I worry about the wrong things.

Tryna find the girl of my dreams, I’m sleep walking

with the bitterness of being a fling,

she can’t taste the sweet talking.

Rafting on rivers of liquor

she drowns on sounds

as the bass line picks up.

She’s grinding and shaking, like strippers

the scene turns dark, what happened?

She don’t remember.

Blows me off, but not how she do other guys.

See the black and white of the phone screen

more than her eyes.

Was the star of my show, but she doing extra’s.

You out here tryna function,

but can’t find what f(x) is.

We worry about the wrong things.

I wish you could know how my head feels

chasing you is liking running on a treadmill

You can have your bottles, Friday nights, red cups,

and shots to the face.

Always wanting to get faded

but to me, you’re completely erased.