Poetry House

[Coach Fro]

Loved the poems. Dark, but heartfelt. Gotta ask though...

Everything all good at home, Mahlua?

[MahluaandMilk]

If you mean family life, that hasn't been great since middle school ish.
If you mean my personal life, eh, I've hit some frustrations. Right now I'm mostly just restless, antsy, and wound up, and that's (not) surprisingly because of my family at the moment.

At the time those were written, though, I was probably going through a depressive episode.

[Coryn]

Well, on a lighter note. Let me share one from the hive mind of my office, and our corporate buzz word fridge magnet poetry kit. It's not really a poem poem, but I'll take it.

Emerge from professional cubicle nap,
a changed woman.

[Coach Fro]

A lil something I cooked up after hearing this beat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQjf7u7g_-k

"Rough Draft" (Freestyle)

I feel lost in my dreams
Wondering if everything that I see is really all that it seems
The flow broken, my thoughts get lost in the streams
Is this the end? The truth hurts more when you know that it bleeds
But suddenly there's a gleam, a sparkle
Showing me where my heart my goes
On display like an art show
Resolve burning like charcoal
So I get up running and I never look back
Hoping everything I trained in keeps me on the right track
Let's check facts, I'm jeans tight you fools lax like slacks
Can't you see that in the sea I'm the deadliest catch
The minds's loch ness, get your feet wet and you'll suffer it's wrath
The rap wizard, the pen is much more like a staff
Conjure up rhymes that levels beyond the game that no mortal can pass
And this is all basics, like layups off the touch of the glass
Get lost in a mural of art shaped by the skill of my craft
King Arthur of all authors and this is only a rough draft
Ninja...

[MahluaandMilk]

That's a killer rough draft for a poem. Mine usually have to undergo a few revisions to get that smooth. It's all in paying attention to the way words sound, I guess.

[Coach Fro]

Truth be told it almost took me an hour to even come up with that lol. I changed it a couple of times to match the flow and rhythm of the beat, and could've came up with more, but didn't want to spend more any more time on it. Luckily, freestyles in rap are usually just putting words together and letting them flow without worrying about sticking to a particular concept or theme. So, once I remembered that, putting this together became a lot easier.

I'll probably do another one soon. This one actually proved to be a lot of fun. Next time it'll be longer, probably a full sixteen verse or a thirty two if I'm feeling froggy. 

[Coach Fro]

Something I wrote that today while at work that was heavily inspired by Childish Gambino's "Feels like Summer" that he just recently released. Pretty much tried to keep the same rhythm and flow while adding my own twist to it. Here's the original song if you wanna hear it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ieL7BHjiyd8

And here's my version.

Like Summer

When the blackness hates itself
And spills its own blood on those streets
It feels like summer
It feels like summer
We feel like summer

When the blackness hates itself
And spills its own blood on those streets
It feels like summer
This feels like summer
We feel like summer

On colder nights children pray for heat that’ll melt the snow
Older souls are torn and hope the sun won’t ever come down
Come down

Flowers bloom and youthful spirits sprout their dormant wings
Flying past the sky to a world where there are no clouds
No clouds

I know

I know they love this game
I used to love the way we played
But now the fun just feels like pain

When the blackness hates itself
And spills its own blood on those streets
It feels like summer
It feels like summer
We feel like summer

Burning rays that lights a fire in their jaded hearts
Blackened berries colored red by the time the sun goes down
Goes down

Golden dreams ripe with green that cloud their precious minds
We run and run in search of something so Profound
Profound

I know

I know they love this game
I used to love the way we played
But now the fun just feels like pain
And it always feel the same
 

 

[MahluaandMilk]

One poem that I happen to have ready access to is one I wrote about the visualizations and colors and stuff I was getting when I made a playlist for a Danganronpa ship (Ruruka and Seiko, if you're curious). Basically, after I made the playlist for a friend and was listening to it, it gave me a bunch of small pockets of really intense ideas to muse over. So, here's that:

Monosaccharide Poison

We're like cotton candy gone sour.
Once bright colors,
now the pink looks like tv static,
and the blue, like a foggy rain.
Words swell up in my gut,
things I still need to say,
but, at this point,
I've forgotten what they are.
So we stand in a minefield,
silent and awkward.
I guess you feel the same way,
and that's why you aren't walking away.
It's hard to believe now
that we were ever friends.
All my suppressed tears clog my throat
and fill my mouth with the taste of metal.
It's not iron, like blood.
It's something much colder.
And now, like ice, it flows in my veins.
How did this happen?
How did we become this?
It's like the two of us have become different people,
identities lost,
overshadowed by this shared trauma.
Two scarred souls drifting through space
eternally opposed,
always pulling on each other
like twin black holes
weaving together a double spiral galaxy
once ripe with color and light,
now dimming and doomed.
Everything we once had will be consumed.
And it hurts.
It hurts like hell.