#napomo2016

[mariothepoet]

"black wishes matter..."

“black wishes matter…”

passed a wishing well considered diving in filling my pockets with water & wishes was thirsty, hung over, in desperate need of sustenance just a smidgen of glistening magic the twinkle of the nickels & dimes sparkled among the evidence of lesser wishes even in wishing wells the brown ones get less attention decided against jumping in the water too many eyes besides the drenching wet negro isn’t…

[art-lovher]

4/30 prompt from #ElGritoDePoetas #NaPoMo2016 #poets #prompts #culture

[primepoetrylg]

Tried kickin off #NationalPoetryMonth with a cypher, but fools gotta act up sometimes SMH

[mariothepoet]

"fair warnings"

“fair warnings”

the rivers full of snakes, they said would be advised to stay out the water. God protects babies and fools so often I already know the out come. Out come the devil to defeat and destroy you niggaz I’m gonna tell you niggaz Prison sells you niggaz would be better to murder than to put him in the hands of the enemy the inner me has a better plan demand God intervene, intercede and enter me change…

[mariothepoet]

the bum's rush

the bum’s rush

their stares are satchels full of daggers that puncture flesh a life less ambition more addiction will suffer you indignity you will lose more than your smile youth seldom is forgiving having never known shame the pains of false promises mistakes that aren’t washed away with apology the suffering you sleep under at night at the shelter isn’t enough karma wants more blood pity the man left to…

[mariothepoet]

happy feelings

**inspired by Happy Feelings by Frankie Beverly and Maze** Happy words of giggling “Giving Tree” branches your first hit in a baseball game after all that fucking practice Brand new ironed outfit first day of school smiles “Yes” checked boxes on passed notes Getting her cell phone password right on the 3rd try and finding absolutely nothing to be mad about The first few beers the last few puffs…

[mariothepoet]

postmortem dismissal

the instructor rose greeted the lecture hall as he ascended the podium he began to speak: We will remember these things differently you won’t remember the exact day I won’t remember Love has a funny way of costing us today’s lesson is faded Polaroid photographs, eulogies, and the inevitable surrender of parkour romances. Let me tell you something he says slamming his fists on the lectern Love is…

[mariothepoet]

practicing resignation

can’t fit all this insomnia into my chest wounds but don’t this bitch know everything and what she don’t she makes up like her mascara this masquerade is an illusion if you were half as Albert Einstein as you are Sandy Hook we wouldn’t have to improvise the important parts of our monologues she plays too much damsel in distress she keeps correcting my syntax errors I edit her spelling we both…