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Forget the wind! Let's Wage War

By Sircharlesthepoet An ant crawls under a crack I had forgotten below my window. The wind blows suspensefully so the curtains wake, bothered they sweep their skirts to get up reassemble their limbs and wrinkles to keep warmth. Sunlight intrudes into my faulty sight how blind could the blind be made? What’s an alert, emergency if the world has been forgotten? or the promises I whispered to…

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Why Are You Like This??!!

Daily writing promptWhat’s something most people don’t understand?View all responses I graduated University with a Bachelor’s degree in Communication (NOT CommunicationS—big difference, look it up). I am so glad I had decided to pursue that path with my education. I am not, “using my degree” in a corporate office or anything similar, but communication is something that we do every day, right? So…

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What I learned Snowboarding

What I learned Snowboarding

On Christmas Day, for the first time since I started snowboarding a few years ago, I snowboarded down a blue trail without falling. When you’re going down a snow hill on a snowboard, you notice very interesting things happening to your thoughts. It’s very funny and humbling. The biggest, and most important thing, that I learned after this big accomplishment in my life has to do with trust and my…

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A Cry From Imprisonment

A Cry From Imprisonment

I’ve been reaching out to her in every way that I can from my cell You see, patience is not my best feature So I tap on the metal bars in search of a rhythmOnly her and I understandI launch a sound in the air, hoping I know where her ears are listening I summon her in the middle of the night in my lucid dreamingif that’s what it takes to see herI tell her I’m here. I’ll always be waiting and…

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Midnight Library (Video)

This is to all the all-nighters and the late nights spent “studying”. @sircharlesthepoet

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Rain Parade

Cloudy skiesThe sun dies Gentle orchestra on my windowI have fallen far below The moist, the tearsThe parade in my ears Are we finally sober?Or are we sobbing? Sliding down the glassI swear, this is my last Until the sun has risenTo silence my siren This rain will dropSorrow won’t stop. @sircharlesthepoet Click here for link to picture.

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Blue Star Blues ★★★★★

If you've ever had a serious conversation with me on the topic Then you'd know I don't want to get married.

But damn. There are some girls that I just Want to have with me Forever. Marry me. Let's face it all together.

As I go through her picture and Intake everything about her. Most people see pictures and think, "that's attractive" "that's cool"; "eww"; "wtf"; "that's hot"

But me, I see all the trauma that she has overcome The manifestation of beauty she'd made sure to become The light, art, joy and glory that's to come.

So I tap Tap, and tap.

Hearing my heart, as it tells me that It would give up anything to be with you. We are ready to give up everything For you to call us yours; call this dream ours.

And that's dangerous. It always is. You look like a girl I'd give up everything for Just for you to be mine. For you to be mine. For you to be mine. "Love" creates this false perception that people Can be—become your property. And we've all owned into it. So, I guess That's why My past has been hectic, a drama and a lie Confused.

These thoughts go through my mind As I tap Tap, and tap.

(at this part, I was going to say who in this city Would Let you walk through these streets on your own Freedom. Unbounded. But I know it's not like that. I know you'd be targeted by these catcallers Chained to their porch, in front of their buildings.

Chained to nothing with worth)

So I intake the art. Masterpiece. I inhale you with my soul That has fled out of my body, into that screen In a hopeless search.

And I know in the position that I am in There's no hope. No matter how much I search. How much I crave. What (G)god I pray. My blue star has been used And I can't risk an 11-hour wait,

So I tap Tap, and tap

To the last picture. Feeling mesmerized and elevated With reluctant acceptance of being incapable; Stories of defeat.

Knowing that all I can do, In my power, Is swipe right.

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Angel-Eye View

Heaven is a beautiful place, ain’t it? Every time I realize I am still on this dark foggy road to Heaven I give up on God. Summon an anger from Hades’ footrest To make my pleading clearer Reminder of some promises that, I’m sure, Are outdated; I’ve never heard; were not made to me, regardless.

Would it be fair if Heaven took consideration to my pleading?

Earth is a pesky place, now I can Really see. The Angle’s view sees everything below Heaven With a past connecting to a future Their blindness is horrific. For we have rules here, as they’re bounded by, there. I know why 500 years of sufferance has to be maintained But I have to watch it unravel to a thousand years of pain. So it’s been about a day, and there’s no word about the Everlasting’s return on The Promise.

I watch the decaying of Earth—hell masked with glamour Seeing the sin Burning with pain Knowing it’ll never rain

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International Women’s Day with a Black Woman

International Women’s Day with a Black Woman Across the table from me.

Her lips marinate words and emotions that On the surface is nervous But a Million Women March under her skin I mean the power is truly from within

A whole queen-dom

To see how her smile is a bit timid Lips move side to side And before I say something stupid, she

Spit a whole sky out of her mouth. Each time. In each universe.

It makes me wonder What is this black woman thinking, a few seats over It makes me ponder About all the black women who have mortalized ideas of a God And yet, men still make them suffer. I’ve made them suffer.

I once drugged myself in an attempt at Reaching awakening, enlightenment, elevation. The white girl across from me Just as high as I could be Smirked and said

I never thought I’d see a poet passed out on a couch across from me.

I laughed. I always knew that moment meant something.

Right now, sitting across a Black Woman Elevated. It makes me think of all the moments I was across the table Across the couch A few seats over from a Black Woman Yet, I didn’t need drugs or anything To reach an awakening, enlightenment, elevation

Because, you see, Black women are a mortal’s proof That God exists That humans have God in them

The way they awake, enlighten, and elevate a whole society You would think they were the ones who Put heaven where it needed to be They orchestrated the creation of the universe They are the pendulum that keeps the world balanced

No matter how much men aim to tilt it. They did And they are

And each time I sit across from this girl A Black Woman See the timid light that echoes out of the corners of her cheeks Sincere passion materializing from her lips And heavenly symphony mortalizing from her thoughts I am struck with the always present realization: The lowest denomination that she A Black Woman Could possibly be, is Deity.

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To: Breonna Taylor ♥

To: Breonna Taylor ♥

I know it’s mental health awareness month, but white supremacy doesn’t give a fuck about black folks’ mental health so I hope to edumacate you a bit and bring more awareness to what goes on in a black person’s mind/life in a time like this. Nonetheless, take care of yourself. And don’t forget to take a step back so a black person can take a step forward. @sircharlesthepoet

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Who Do You Look Up To? (Video)

Who Do You Look Up To? (Video)

This poem is to empower you by reminding you that you shouldn’t just try to be like a specific person. That’s very limiting. Aim to be like them, but just so that you can surpass them! Thank you for watching! @sircharlesthepoet

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"Completed" is a poem about coming to a point in your life where you get to sit down, tell younger generations about the long and purposeful life you've lived. It's a gesture of praise to our elders for all they’ve done and all that they mean to us.

Thank you for watching. Please share with your favorite elderly person.

Much love,

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Computers With Baggage

What're all these weights and regrets That you carry, around, in the bags under your eyes That I'm sure You've been promising yourself for the past few years You'd work towards getting rid of but

You and us all are in the business of promising ourselves Changes and updates That we all know we won't arrive at getting the upgrade to.

So we carry our past around, turning us into a machine That's working with an outdated system Needing a new software installation.

Till then, our drive is rather hard to find working Through these codes and commands and programs So, we're inside this machine, behind the monitor But it's been a noticeably hard-drive getting to That place we were destined to, long ago. Before our visions and intentions and ambitions were infiltrated By viruses. And hacks That our computation has no defense against

But you still kept going

Your mind and sanity is being infiltrated But you still kept going Your Beauty and Oasis being corrupted But you still kept going Your motherboard on fire, your signals lagging But you still kept going

Until that firewall goes out of date and depletes slowly Until this warfare is a story pondered upon distantly, Until there is casualties in these bags under your eyes That you carry around; Ones you haven't quite figured out how to let go of, yet Ones we're calling the new model Ones you’re putting on display to inspire.

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Under The Sea (Video)

Under The Sea (Video)

Poetry video for my poem “Under The Sea”. It’s okay to take some time off. It’s okay to just sink, and not be inundated by the rush of society. Thank you for watching. Much love to you <3. @sircharlesthepoet

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Completed

When I'm old And not yet withered. In a cranked shelter, slightly bitter My skin beginning to fold

My companions and house mates Have disintegrated to immobile. Memories on my wall...

When Always tics, Sometimes tocs And Often strikes! I shall dive into a place down nostalgia.

Relive or revive memories, Experiences and lives I was convinced would never end; I was convinced should never end

Beautiful faces that tell salient stories That only memories could truly experience; That only the present could whole-heartedly understand.

I'll feel the glistening of the edges of my eyelids And surface of my eyes. I'll know tears are begging to slide out But, as my hands dole out my story To offspring’s, A smile, instead, will be victorious.

Past troubles won't seem so troublesome, But adventuresome. I'll know my time, my mark on Earth, won't be gone. And a purpose that always remained untold, (No matter how much I was told, and told) Would be deemed completed.

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My Old Roots

You’re a flower. Connecting to your past is your roots extending Touching different parts of this lovely garden, Perhaps your life is a forest.

Embracing areas unexplored, sometimes ignored To learn of the pieces and droplets of sunlight left behind Brought back to the present

It happens, at times, in an assembly of plants Some from old gardens left behind Struggling but striving. Enlightening.

As you bloom to the new moon, Surrounded by petals plucked, fallen free For purposes of growth and advancement, Connect to your past.

Revisit the dews—turned yellow—on these petals That used to fertilize you. But now glistened with dirt.

You’re a flower. And we need to bloom. Sometimes involving leaving that soil behind That we were once rooted to.

I like to Extend my newfound vines to my old roots. Feel the uncertainty that clouded the atmosphere But the tranquility that came with it. These old, grown branches—now withered That used to lay at the foundation; Stagnant. The stakes in place to support my growth I once thought Were only burdened with staking my youth

I like to Recline to that old sweet sun, back there Embrace it tighter. Realize its prime necessity to my evolution.

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