emotional to the max

poetry

Quick! Tell yourself every bad thing.

Quick! Think of all the worse outcomes.

Quick! Now did it do any good?

Message to self, for our mental health.

The day was a bad day only cause i made it so.

I’ve yet to know how to let it flow.

Work in progress.

©️MarcusCaesar

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Get Silly

poetry

comfortable shoes or none at all

new attitude

noise canceling headphones

great big cojones

salt-n-pepa, robin s, cece peniston,

black box, to name a few….

start with the groove

drop down into the pocket

feel it in your veins

ignore everyone around

bend your legs, arch your back

don’t turn around, the past is wack…

rhythm is going to get you

catch you and never release you

if the rhythm feels good to you baby let me

hear you say uh uh baby

your inner child thanks you

©️MarcusCaesar

In 💔 with your fav rapper

poetry

I had to getaway

the road was my muse

I refused to settle

i then met him

he paid my bills for a year

said anything you want my dear

don’t tell

it never fails

to go this route…

No feelings involved

he was my ticket here

he told me don’t worry

nothing to fear

against my better judgment

thought of him as my husband

and then everything went to hell

it started with needing bail

for what you say

I was dumb okay…

I should’ve never went announced

to be unexpected and he was undetected

was a problem for him

There was a fight

I tried with all my might

to leave him/it alone but

I felt beholden to him

saving my life in so many ways

but life needs to be golden for me

without him.

Lesson Learned

©️MarcusCaesar

you’re down? stay there bitch

poetry

work hard to keep it up the facade of being present

work to maintain, never show shame of all the things I’ve done in my past

I’ve asked forgiveness, hoping for a one way ticket out of this wilderness

July hasn’t been kind, messing with my mind. What If I wasn’t here?

Sorry Universe, this like gets/got me down, feeling like a clown

All the work I put into keeping the facade up, to see it come down

Cry myself to sleep, shout into a pillow, allowing myself to willow in the wind of disappointment

I’m not this, this is not me

You’re breaking me down, is it to build me up?

Please advise.

©️MarcusCaesar