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Post-Rainy Day

20 Monday Jun 2022

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i woke up
to a post-rainy day
and i complain of the rain
but the birds are happy.

an air contaminated, but with a warm embrace
the smell of calm comfort
to breathe in
in an atmosphere of relief

the rain taps my window with an invitation
but still left its loyalty when i responded in fear.
i curse the wetness of my decaying possessions,
the ground rejoices for the refreshing cleanse

the trees stand bright and green
flowers dance, though dirt on their leaves
i look, i smile
close my eyes, ask myself why

clouds in the sky
inspires my somber thoughts
but the streets are at peace
and a casual stroll becomes therapeutic

a cool descends from heaven;
the sun reveals a new shine of light;
worms find reason to leave the darkness;
the birds decorate outside with a chorus


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The Walk Home

31 Tuesday May 2022

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creativecontent, Findinghome, foodforthought, goinghome, narration, narrativepoetry, oldpoetry, poem, poetry, poetrycommunity, whereishome, writingcommunity

home is a place in the distance that always felt near
an echo in the hills rebounding in my ears
 
it’s a darkness that i keep returning towards
a blind horse confident in its goal
 
i’ve been chasing
you’ve been chasing through the years
for a place to belong
 
ever since we started to walk their path
we’ve been getting farther from proper sense
“look to those around and be in common”
but next i know, i’m losing my common sense
 
their 2 cents is payment to straighten my life’s journey
but walking their path is stripping me of all my expense
their wisdom is currency, so i give pennies for their thoughts
 
but now i don’t have a dollar to my name.
this is cents-less so i’m walking my own path
and you should too! because home is a place
in the distance that always felt near
 
we criticize other’s paths and methods
but we are all doing the same thing
 
chasing sun rises until our sun sets
dancing along our vibration and resonance
 
digging through the unthinkable for something
one simple thing that is already in our belonging
although still needs to be found
 
no matter how far it strays
no matter how deep it lies
even if it doesn’t make any sense
because home is a place in the distance
but each time i chase it always feels near
 
can’t you hear it?
an echo out in the hills
telling me that i belong
rebounding in my ears

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Conversations For Me (unfinished piece)

09 Monday May 2022

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Does it bother you that people don’t care what’s inside your mind?
That after they’ve exhausted their opinions
You have choices.
To share yours that settle like dust on an untended table
Or sit in silence like ignorance swimming through cold city chaos

How do you feel knowing that when they ask a question
Start a conversation
It’s a trick for you treat them by opening the door
Their words and opinions flooding in your basket, careless of yours?

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Hey everyone!

Sircharles here! This poem is an unfinished piece. It does not feel ready to me. I don’t usually do this (I’ve actually never done this before) but I wanted to ask for some help in completing this piece. How do you think I should continue with it? How would you continue with it? Any specific edits that you would make to it? Or do you think the poem is complete and good as is? The poem is about someone initiating a conversation with you (especially by asking you a question) but honestly they just want you to start talking so they’d have an excuse to share what is on their mind—they do not care about what you have to say.

Please let me know your thoughts. Thank you!

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gods of deceit

18 Monday Apr 2022

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divinewriting, godsofdeceit, lifeofawriter, poem, poetry, poetrycommunity, worldofwriters, writersworld, writing, writingcommunity, writingpoetry

the truth in my writing is so sudden
the lie in my smile is so golden

the sun gives the paper a sniff of its blessings
illuminating writers as gods; wizards of words.

the words are not exactly
the letters are not really
the sentences are not certainly
what is being said.

scriptures glowing like gold on old parchment
with the wave of letters wiping the sermons out
of your consciousness and infusing it with spells

I’m a wizard. These words of god.

don’t trust our smile.
pain is a stain throughout our writing.
turning beauty into a thrilling madness;
extract aesthetic out of the destructions.

you’ll be moved;
you will need our suffering and stumbling.
all this gold in my smile

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Pet of Royalty

07 Monday Mar 2022

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what hangs in the air if the new age is combustion and lack of satisfaction?
everyone takes a piece of me, so i’m left with incoherent parts for the journey

Catastrophe is a normal part of life but did you forget
the times you used to be worshipped? brush shoulders
with royals. no matter how low you stoop, they still
hang prayers in the air; chandeliers in the atmosphere

a Pet of the higher kingdom chained in these polluted
mortal intersections crossing life with death. surprised
by reality—a lit face dimming of its expectations

did you forget?
it’s been a long journey.

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Astray Beauty (Video)

15 Tuesday Jun 2021

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Hello all!

Please see the video for my recent poem, “Astray Beauty” above! The poem is reminding everyone that there is no such thing as, “knowing the exact path you are supposed to be on in life”. We are all lost. We all wake up to a day without having any ideas of what it has in store for us. But, in a way, that makes life a little beautiful. That makes you beautiful.

Thank you for watching!

@sircharlesthepoet

Angel-Eye View (Video)

30 Sunday May 2021

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This poem is saying black people need to stop looking to God/religion to save them from racism. God is not going to save black people from the oppressive society and world they live in. Black people need to stop waiting on God to save them. Instead, black folks have to figure out their own ways to save themselves from this racist world. Therefore, black people have got to stop spending so much time and money in the church.

God works on a different time than humans. If we want change, we need to stop giving ourselves momentary gratification by praying and paying the church (then going back to our old ways). Invest in yourselves, invest in your black communities, invest in your black friends and family, not the church.

@sircharlesthepoet

To: Breonna Taylor ♥ (Video)

07 Friday May 2021

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activism, mentalhealth, mentalhealthawarenessmonth, mentalhealthpoetry, poetrycommunity, policebrutality, policekillings, sadcontent, writingcommunity, writingmytears

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

I Wonder If Elijah McClain Had A Future

27 Tuesday Apr 2021

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blackdreams, blackkids, blacklivesmatter, Elijahmcclain, emmetttill, ilovebeingblack, poetrycommunity, policekillings, Purposefulwriting, socialjustice, writepoems, writingcommunity

I wonder if Elijah McClain had a future
Perhaps he’d grow out of his shell
From behind the mask, invite others into his own world

Or maybe not. Because I think he was perfect.
The way he was.
And the world thought so, too.

I wonder if Elijah McClain had a future
At 23, very much like me,
I wonder if he was formulating his big bad plan to take over the world
In the future.
As we all do, as we’re all doing, at that age.

I wonder if Elijah McClain was ever afraid
That maybe all his plans would come to nothing
All his deeds would go to waste
Because he wouldn’t finally arrive at his future; his 30s. And perhaps his 40s
I wonder if Elijah McClain was ever afraid
That he’d be killed on his path to his future
And that the world would bring no justice to that.

I wonder if Elijah McClain had a future
I wonder if he’d initiate a Massage Therapy non-profit
Open its doors to the local communities of the hard working people of Colorado
Who, perhaps, couldn’t afford a massage
But were in great need of one.
Free of charge.
Freeing them from their charge.

I wonder if he’d amount to being a world class guitar player
Maybe a highly sought-after violinist

I wonder if Elijah McClain would, one day, finally be offered the opportunity to perform on a world tour
But he’d kindly reject the offer
Because there are too many people in the audience
He’d rather stay behind his mask
Where he’s safe
Where it’s okay.

Or maybe he’d reject such prestigious offer for other reasons
Maybe Elijah McClain felt more comfortable performing in an animal shelter, where
Anxious cats and dogs who knew how to value him
Were his only audience.
Or maybe, perhaps, he’d reject this paramount offer because
He wanted to focus on one day starting a homeless shelter
Maybe a full-service therapy home
Because Lord knows Elijah McClain was put on Earth for the good deed of soothing our anxiety
Until he was taken away.

Black kids have the right to dream.
They have the right to achieve these dreams
And live a full life. Feeling accomplished.

I wonder if Elijah McClain had a future
I wonder if he foresaw himself growing up—like we all do.
Imagine himself becoming successful
With a stable job. Perhaps, a happy family, living in a nice neighborhood
With trees, gardens, clear skies
Because as a child in America, although Black, he has the right to that.

I wonder if he thought what happened to Emmett Till was not right
And that it didn’t matter that, years later, the lady apologized
Just like his.

You know, every little
Young
Black
Child
Young Adult
We’re all Elijah McClain.

@sircharlesthepoet

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Elijah Jovan McClain (February 25, 1996 – August 30, 2019) was a 23-year-old black massage therapist from Aurora, Colorado, who died after being placed in a chokehold by police and being sedated by paramedics. On August 24, 2019, an Aurora citizen reported to police that McClain was wearing a ski mask and looked “sketchy”, although the caller also indicated that he did not believe anyone was in danger, and that he believed McClain was unarmed. The three police officers who were involved in the incident, Nathan Woodyard, Jason Rosenblatt and Randy Roedema, said that their body cameras were knocked off during a struggle with McClain. McClain was forcibly held to the ground with his hands cuffed behind his back, after which an officer applied a chokehold and paramedics administered ketamine to McClain to sedate him. While being transported to the hospital McClain went into cardiac arrest. Three days after arriving at the hospital, he was declared brain dead, and was removed from life support on August 30. McClain’s autopsy was inconclusive.

Under The Sea

12 Monday Apr 2021

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Ambition, civilization, creativeliterature, creativewriting, mentalhealthawareness, metaphors, poetrycommunity, sidehustle, Underthesea, writingcommunity

Some people would rather sink than swim.

To slowly descend
Legs moving patiently
Hands grasping diligently.

There’s no need to fight
You can stop fighting
And give in

I can escape the rush
The brutality of civilization that everyone
Has grown accustomed to,

That I’ve grown accustomed to.

Some people would rather sink than swim

We all speak the same language under water
No one makes sense—so maybe, that’s better?

What you say is not stupidity
His words are not too wise.

I don’t have a,
“where are you from? You got an accent!”

The way I speak doesn’t decide my salary
The way I sound doesn’t decide my ethnicity

Some people would rather sink than swim

If all around is blue
We could all get lost in the skies,
That is very true

We don’t have to fight
Because we are all defeated,
Or we all have won.

It’s okay to swim.
But, I think it’s also very fine,
If you choose to drown

@sircharlesthepoet

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It’s okay to just relax, and not give in to the chase.

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