Pickin At My Poetic Side

6:51:15 PM EDT
Feeling Sad

Introduction

Its Been a year and some days since I wrote a poem. I've been hurt so bad i didn't know how to voice it. I was insulted then later told no offense by a guy i like, he isn't the first and probably won't be the last. But a friend called at the right moment and asked "Is Beautiful there" i felt ugly and my response "Beautiful doesn't live here anymore but this is Ugly" He bust out laughing and told me i was a trip and asked why i was upset i said because of job hunting..it was because of a man. Enough said here is my poem.

Gay Or Taken

I live in a world where the Good and Respectful Men are either Gay or Taken; Where Good Black Men date White Women but I'm not Hatin'.

Checking all different places for Romance; but its a Dog Eat Dog world and in my eyes I don't stand a chance.

Im stuck between knowing what i want and knowing what i cant get.

A world where everyone has experienced love in some kind of way; even me but my loves just don't seem to stay.

They come back like a can of oil thats been slicked, but to them my love turned to water and water and oil just cant be mixed.

I've grew old of loves 3 month choke holds.

3 months was my longest limit; during that i heard so many fake love Gimmicks.

They used, abused, and left me confused; They use, abuse and leave some young girl like me confused.

I've been asked to buy sneakers, asked about my features, If i want to roleplay and let them be my teachers.

Yea Men are dirty; But i guess I will be Gay or Taken by the age Thirty.

 

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2:47:01 PM EDT
Feeling Chillin'

Intro- I wrote this on the spur of the moment. This is actually one of my favorite poems besides "black history".

This Love Thing

This love that i feel is real;

This love thing, on my finger deserves a rock,

This love thing i have for you will never run out of stock.

You are my almight high,

I want to find myself in your emotional ride.

No its not puppy love or a fling, this is what i call my love thing.

This love thing ain't for takers its for givers,

One who will give up anything to float in my love river.

My love thing will have me pampered head to toe,

follow me let my love thing take you where you need to go.

'Cause my love thing;

This love thing.

Our love thing is calgon and i've come to take you away,

With me is where you shall stay.

Once it's over you'll swore you were flying without wings,

But that was just MY LOVE THING!

© Diama Opher

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10:40:53 PM EST

Introduction-

I haven't written in a while mainly because the sadder i get the less i want to write. Most of all because i cant capture what or how i feel the way i want to. I try and sleep sadness away, listen to the music until i am the rapper/singer but harsh reality always comes back to me and i cant escape it i just let it take me in. I've stopped fighting years ago 4 years ago to be exact.

Voided

There's a black void somewhere in my soul, I've searched, found it, but clumsy me keeps letting go.

I hurt, scream, cry, but its still kept in the inside.

This was never me, im someone who i never had dreams to be.

Happiness is Spanish, something I'll never get.

That black void gets deeper and all i do is wish it away, I feel it, me, everything slipping away.

This void dense my senses I can hear but only my silent screams and dreams, I can see yeah, I evoke sights of a better and happier life.

I can taste the bitterness created from a heart that beats darkness more then my eyes view light.

When will this dark cloud END and happiness BEGIN?

 

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1:27:24 PM EDT

INTRODUCTION wow its been a long time since i updated, Since i have been sick I've stayed in the house and my eyes opened and realized who my true friends were and showed me a few other things. I don't indulge in most things a teen girl indulge in I've become a mere memory to most but not to myself!  

 A World OutSide My Door

 There's a world outside my door that doesnt care about me anymore.

A World outside my door that contains so called friends who should've been missing me; but now them and that world does not exist to me.

 I blinked away the world faster then a hummingbird flys; I dont need drugs, violence, and unprotected sex, thats what I convince myself as i stay warm and cozy inside.

At night I lay in bed listening to the calm, but pesting sounds of crickets just wondering what this world has in store.

The World outside my door has pushed me 'til i cant take it no more. Sick of it's gossip and the men talking about some (as they would say) "whore".

Some day I will step outside my door and realize it will stay full of murderers, liars, and rapist. Then I will indulge in this world and be strong and take it!  

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11:23:54 PM EDT
Feeling Angry

The Mother I Once Knew   

Introduction- i wrote this poem because i have grew to some what....uh dislike my mother. The sh.. she does now and everything else. She now puts anything before more and her boyfriend i'll say i hate him ..P.S dont call the cops im not being abused lmao by neglecting i mean not gettin much attention aint like she can keep her attention on anything long anyway.    

 

The Mother I Once Knew

wasn't so neglecting or blue

The Mother I Now Know

Acts like she doesn't care about me any mo'

The Mother I Now Mention

Acts like she is from another demention

The Mother That Changed

Makes my life flipped over and rearranged

The Mother That Never Listens

Has a boyfriend thats always B*tching

The Mother I Once Knew

was more playful with me and understanding too.

The Mother I Had

I miss her, she didn't go around all day making my day bad.

Mothers New Personality I Hate

When im sick its the best time for her to throw something in my face.           

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6:06:29 PM EDT
Feeling Happy

Introduction-

I wanted to do something different and post a poem that was written for me. a friend i met online aikim i believe god im always screwin up his darn name but i love the poem.Hehehe i told him writting me a poem would make my foot feel better. So yes im on real fast but ima take a few days off i just wanted to post this poem then update my otha journal then im out.  

NO MONEY TO BUY LOVE  

 I want to be able to buy you the world and more.

But i dont even have the money, to buy you a nice white or red rose.

 I wanna treat you like a queen, Getting every thing u want and need.

I want to have you on that hig throne, so people can see you, wanting to be you. But I dont even have the money, to buy you a box of candy.

The only thing that i can give you, money cant even buy cause it's so rear and so hard to find. It comes deep down inside.

And it's wnat one another can get for each other only if it's truely really there and what i feel between me and you girI I can tell that it's there cause what i feel between, between me and you it true love   

PS (i dont kno wa to name it so ima leave that to u and fix any thing u dont lyk wit it iight ma and o yea u can tell them that ur man write this lol ok mami if it will make u feel really better ok lol) 

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11:47:06 PM EDT
Feeling Sad
Hearing whats playin now.

Introduction-

This is a poem i had wrote in my other journal i added maybe two more lines but i had wanted people to read it. i wont be able to write in a few days because of this upcoming surgery and i wrote this because of all the pain and trouble sickle cell sends me through now its sent me through something else; ENJOY

 Run, it will find me

 Fight, it will tightly bond me.

 Cut, it'll come back

 Eventually organs is what i'll lack.

 Break free, it'll have me back the next week

 Work hard, me is who it'll fire

 Become normal, is what i desire.

 Nothing, it's how it makes me feel

 Tired, of these make-you-feel-good pills

 Hurt, anger and disability dwells under my body's mask,

 Because of my disease i cant perform valueable tasks.

 So i say

 Run, it will find me

 Fight, it will tightly bond me.

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10:54:46 PM EDT
Feeling Anxious

                                           INTRO.

    A poem i wrote about black history when i was hospitalized, wether some like it or not history will never fade especially BLACK.

Black History

I am a strong BLACK child;
What is Black? Black is the skin color of the people who now run free and wild.

I am a smart BLACK girl;
What is Black? It's the color of those who were beat, what a cruel world.

I am part of Martin Luther King's DREAM;
What's his Dream? That someday the blacks would be treated as human beings.

I am living his DREAM;
What Dream? That someday the black females will be treated as nubian Queens.

I am a WEAK, DELICATE flower;
what is weak and delicate? delicate and weak is how my people felt when their boss beat them with all his power.

I am ESCAPING my fear;
What is escaping? It's what slaves try to do but their visions is blinded by all the tears.

© Diama Opher

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2:03:13 PM EDT
Feeling Worried

Introduction- 

Many women have been put through situations like female instincts most bounce back, those who still haven't, trust, turn to someone and let them be your crutch if your own two legs arent strong enough.

You say he's your lover

He acts like its illegal to step your foot out the door.
If somethings wrong he's beating you to the floor
Gurl you say he's your lover
He's going through your purse late at night
Im telling you he aint right
But yet you say he's your lover
He's smacking you infront of your kids and kicking you all up in your ribs
But you say he's your lover
You lie about being pregnant so you wont get hit
But when he finds out the truth you in some deep Sh*t
And you say he's your lover
When you go out you have to wear baggy pants, pony tails, and no purse.
From me to you, your husbands a curse.
But you tell me he's your lover
Good you left him, you could have done bad all by yourself
Now you got a new man and he's a great help.
And this new brother is a good man to call your lover

© Diama Opher  

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10:18:12 PM EDT
Feeling Worried

Introduction-

Dont take this disease for a joke because if you haven't noticed it takes as many lives as guns do. I see a lot of aids commercials but some of them arent getting to the new generation these days so i wrote a poem.

                                 AIDS

 Aids its infecting a lot of teens these days,

So young people when your doing the do make sure that condom does not stray.

For being so stupid, in the ground is the last place you will LAY.

See, you got momma's baby and daddy's maybe born with the disease,

And you still hear "You not gonna let that get in between you and me?"

BOY PLEASE!

The disease is like bee's sucking the life from a flower,

He's out the door after yall have sex in an hour.

HMPH! yeah, leaving you to deal with your mess, couple of weeks later you feel horrible so you go and take the test.

The green eyed, nice bodied young gurl you once knew is now a fragile, withered, pale stick,

All because you fell for his tricks.

If i had a dollar for each lie a man told to forget the condom I'd be rich,

At the time They don't care, They are taking a big RISK.

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