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Indie Girl is a poem about my strong liking for girls who are very out of ordinary, which for the most part ends up being ladies who do not like me back, haha! Enjoy and let me know what you think please!
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You’re one of the travelers
To morph; to switch parts, and revive
You’re one of the travelers.
To drag with you
Things that were made sure to die.
Now I know why
There’s this slight feeling of something I forgot
That is still with me.
“You look like a time I’d give it all, to return to”
“You remind me of a moment that escaped.
One I tried to hold on to.”
Nostalgia is a beautiful sentiment. Whenever I write from that place in me, it’s always a beautiful journey into some of the most addictive places in my emotions, in my memory. Full video will be posted tomorrow!
I’ve recently uploaded a new video on my YouTube channel!!! Earlier this summer, I got the chance to perform my piece, “Somewhere Else” at the Bowery Poetry Club, in New York, NY. I was lucky to get somebody to record me while performing. So here I am, sharing the video with you all!
Context on the Poem: I wrote this poem on the reality of drugs and alcohol in the lives of young adults and teenagers. This poem also talks about the idea of feeling “lost”–not having your heart in something or somewhere specific. Feeling like you don’t belong and aren’t accepted–sometimes, not even in your own home. That, of course, is a journey that I’ve walked through, myself. It was a moment in my life that I thought I could never get out of to the point where I accepted it, and made it my lifestyle. They do say, “if you can’t beat em, you might as well join em”. So that was the quote that drove my life for that time period. The older generation could never understand, but living in today’s world is tough. Well, it’s all I know, so I can’t really tell you how tough it is as compared to previous generations, but what I do know is that people have turned to drugs, liquor and other unhealthy stuff, and sex, to cope with their mental health. So I’m trying to do something about it.
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Gather on the riverside,
The sand-less seashore
Escaping and rolling your fears away
Gather on the riverside,
And sit on the rocks.
Like a child sitting on the lap of her father;
“What’s your biggest fear?”
Hisses the Spirit of the River
I want to be remembered.
Like the mountain remembers every footstep along its spine
So I’m afraid.
That the wind will arrive, brush away the prints;
Numerous as the rocks on a mountain
Will forget my effect.
In perfect worlds of
Explanations of common beauty
Is long lost
To the subconscious.
So the shape and sizes
Are taped as prizes.
Nature, at times,
Seeks through vein
Then, attraction is found
In the colors. Their brightness
In the unexplainable. Its art
In the different. Its authenticity
In a world of blinds crossing skies,
And the limped crossing rivers,
Very few take the time.
To see <
Converse ’till it’s late;
Ask clouds of their beauty:
Free falling; filling rivers
But those who do
With a third eye. So skin,
Holds pockets-full of lust
It holds beauty: something to map the lost.
Clothes are no longer framed by Finance
To honor chance,
Inter the simplicity
Of none other than art—commonly viewed as beauty.
Amir’s head sleeps next to the window
So with the sun, she can rise.
But when rain or snow falls below,
The sun wears a cloudy disguise.
Too bad Amir never bothered
To buy a mechanical alarm
Cause, by the time she had showered,
She’ll be as late as a rooster-less farm
Sleepless One night exhausts another, layering sheets and blankets, wrinkles and folds. Oh, the body wants to still the mind, and shedding this weight, float freely through the night. Your memory of sleep’s touch withers as you lie there, absorbing the fan’s pattern. How wonderful, then, to finally drift across the room and settle […]
Push boundaries, chase charities
But never give way to skies.
Walls mount high
Regulations only know stern
But they shall burn
Long as authenticity doesn’t die
Displace boundaries; These tragedies
Engulfed by lies
To Discover: roadmaps to the prize
Copyright © 2017 by, Charles Joseph Augustin
These Haitians crossed the sea,
Yet, still held Home
Fortified in their hearts.
A power pressing the uncultured,
One to threaten the Big who live in chapels
Of sweatless opportunity,