Pressure An Audio Poem
It is the pressing pulse
of a whisper that
knows no birth
the guise, cloaked in
nightlife, tucked in lies,
a play on little more than less
of what you had yesterday and
more than less of what you need
for tomorrow
your new adventure,
categorized in “Lifestyles”
only to be forgotten
next year
pressure–the underdog
and overweight extension
of a life you wish you
had, but know you
will never get
Today, my Mother asked
me if I ever had suicidal
thoughts and I nodded
“Yes”.
I glanced in Jernee’s direction,
hinting that she’s the reason
I am still alive.
The reason why
I did not
could not leave
this world before
I am called.
I watched my Mom
“What If” me without
opening her mouth and
I said,
“But, I am here, Mom.
I choose to
live.
Musical Selection–Location by Khalid
Last night, searching for
Photos, your picture snuck
Up
On
Me
Thought I’d deleted
All of them
Guess I was wrong
It caught me off guard
Pulled a deep sigh
From my abdomen
And buried itself
On my tongue
I tasted you
Your scent filled
My home
All the memories
Jumped into my
Mouth and bore down
In an oasis
Of want
A tear fell
Then another
And another
Soon —
I was drowning
In the essence of
A fake embrace
Remembering what it
Felt
Like
To be
Loved
By
You
Originally published on July 27, 2017, via Medium.
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‘You have an incoming communication’ his phone rasped for the third time in an hour. If only he could reach it, his fingers strained to grip the phone, but the bindings only let him move so far. The cloth cut into his wrists as he stretched his body over to the bed side table. The grotty mattress beneath him squeaked as he strained.
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split me in two,
and poured tea
down my spine —
we are still looking
for sugar in the most
unsweet places,
counting
on attendees that never
show up on time.
Published on August 30, 2016, via Medium.
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