Picked up a newspaper to read the news
The words kissed my mind and my thoughts began to brewBut, I'm distracted by the newsprint on my fingertips, they're turning blueInk bleeding like the horrors in the headlines, the riots, murders and miscues I tried to wash the ink off, but all it did was spreadThe words that left the ink running through my headJust begging to be said There are just so many deadI'm looking to make sense of the madnessTo put perspective to the sadnessFind some meaning that isHidden in the depths of society's mirrored glassesReflecting the fallacies and inaccuraciesHiding the ineffectual nature of extreme bureaucracies In an attempt to mask the perils of aristocraciesLeaving us all open to the result of these inadequacies I can't remove this indelible inkI don't want to miss a thing, I don't even want to blinkThe words are so heavy, they try to make my boat sinkAll I can do is sit here and thinkThe ink on my skin forming words like teachers with blackboardsWords so sharp, they might as well be swordsThey play together in unison, in myriad chordsTheir cacophony speaking of heroes and warlordsI read the words on my skin, thoughts racing at a fever paceTaking up all the free spaceWay too much to fit in a briefcaseBlooming like flowers in a vaseI use the newspaper to light the embers that smolder deep in my soul Embers that glow red and burn hotter than oil Lighting a fire that can never be bought or soldFueling an engine for a story to be toldThe ink starts running down my arm and dripping from my fingertips Filling the well for my fountain pen dipsInk to be used to document a life and times in ancient scriptsOn their read-back, a picture forms like movie clipsSome clips are usable toolsOthers are evidence of foolsThe ink overflows, and around my feet, forms poolsIt's amazing what a little newspaper ink can do-Sunni©2013
Sunni
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The Immortal Wize says: OOH WEE!! take a bow, you are wothy poetess. |
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Sunni says: Thank you so much Wize Dom! |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Sunni
This RainThis rain makes my brain wander through flames and I always wonder if it's the stains from the pain or if I'm just plain insane. Disturbed by the mundane way people go about their day never stopping to play the music their hearts say that could light their way even in the thick of the fray. It amazes me how people walk around with their mind frames in the same space all answering to the same name and reacting to the same things with the same disdain, but very few take action to change things, reveling in the status quo of the same old same. Too afraid of being thought strange to name names and see the game change and rearrange the deranged and estranged that make up the mass of madness contained in the fast lane gifting free reign to brain drain.  |
InkPicked up a newspaper to read the news The words kissed my mind and my thoughts began to brewBut, I'm distracted by the newsprint on my fingertips, they're turning blueInk bleeding like the horrors in the headlines, the riots, murders and miscues I tried to wash the ink off, but all it did was spreadThe words that left the ink running through my headJust begging to be said There are just so many deadI'm looking to make sense of the madnessTo put perspective to the sadnessFind some meaning that isHidden in the depths of society's mirrored glassesReflecting the fallacies and inaccuraciesHiding the ineffectual nature of extreme bureaucracies In an attempt to mask the perils of aristocraciesLeaving us all open to the result of these inadequacies I can't remove this indelible inkI don't want to miss a thing, I don't even want to blinkThe words are so heavy, they... |
Shattered PrismsBreathing imagination in shuddering breaths of shattering prisms The stench of burnt reality lingers Each sliver slicing mortality Filling the cuts with bleeding light Showing the path to the unknown A door never shown A key all her own Found in her jacket pocket, next to the lyrics of her song The unfinished one with the broken harmony Syncopated cacophony No fluidity Only the stutter steps of shuddering breaths of shattering prisms -Sunni |
Hip HopMy inner Hip Hop enthusiast is offended Sometimes it seems the whole culture has been upended I can't even turn on the radio, the fabric has been rended I want to get out my sewing kit, it desperately needs to be mended
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