Black Poetry : fire in me

midnightsson

Well-Known Member
REGISTERED MEMBER
Jun 15, 2002
100
0
Michigan
Occupation
MidAmerica Products
My HEART is like a un-tamed forest fire, burning out of control:
smoking up my mind and clouding my soul
I’m like a raging inferno, a volcano hidden deep beneath the earth
My LOVE is like molten lava, overflowing from within...
searing hot, burning everything it touches...
carving a niche in the face of the planet
My THOUGHTS erupt in my mind like spontaneous combustion
My PASSION is white hot phosphorous, sizzling seduction, waiting to erupt
destroying stereotypes with every poem I write..
I may be midnights Son, but out of my darkness, comes light
my view on life is slightly different than most...
Because I don’t look with my eyes...... But with my heart.
I see far past exteriors and look with my minds eye...
into the labyrinth of humanity
shaking off any that would bring me down..I rise
like a drifting ash..I float above and beyond the consolidated masses
everyone is mimicking the next person, following trends and styles
I have a mental condition that can’t be treated and has no cure
it’s called...Individuality
I wish it was contagious...
But now...the fire is dying to a small glowing ember
barely able to see the small spark, I have no kindling to nourish the flame.
love has escaped me like a prisoner with nothing to lose
trust is a species long extinct..truth has started taking back burner..
To image and politics
self-denial is spreading worse than Aids..no one thinks anything is wrong
commitment is made with the intent of being betrayed...
Why turn your back on happiness when before you is nothing but emptiness?
People need something to hope for..believe in...strive towards
I have goals but no love..so I feel life is pointless
but I still live...hoping to somehow make a positive impact on those around me
My soul is in constant chaos...religion is the foundation of a good person
I built my house on the sand, where there’s no support..
I’m being consumed by self-criticism, I can’t do right in my eyes
I’m trying to be a good father, but if I’m Midnights Son...
Will my son grow up and be enveloped in darkness? God forbid.

I seek only one....to be there when I stumble, lest I fall
one...to touch me and say it’ll be alright
one.....to hold me close at night and share my life
one.....to look into my eyes and make my blood run hotter
one.....to act as a release valve for all the fiery passion I have to share
one....to nurse the ember back to life...so I can once more have....the fire in me.
Derrick H.
 
out of flyte welcoming u

welcome brutha Derrick to da playground of destee
welcome to da house of family & friendz
welcome to da flowz as u know
welcoming ya fire of blazing heat
stay a while give us a treat
kick back relax and share a few smile
coz ya flow is felt 4 miles welcomeeeeee!!!!:toast:
:blob fire: :wave: :wave: :wave: :wave: :wave: :wave: :blob fire:
 

Donate

Support destee.com, the oldest, most respectful, online black community in the world - PayPal or CashApp

Latest profile posts

HODEE wrote on Etophil's profile.
Welcome to Destee
@Etophil
Destee wrote on SleezyBigSlim's profile.
Hi @SleezyBigSlim ... Welcome Welcome Welcome ... :flowers: ... please make yourself at home ... :swings:
Back
Top