Bboy

-Was lookin' back at my reflection To see what I could see. I was only kinda shocked That I wasn't lookin' at me. -Was lookin' back on old feelings, So I could make 'em brand new. They came in a new light Good thing I got a new window, too. -So now the world's different, But I guess I never changed. I'm just seein' light Through a different window pane. Uhh...that was kinda wonky. I tried, though. =P New word... ... Breakdancing. Go for broke, guys.

This poem makes me feel emotional in a very quiet sort of way. While it isn't charged with heavy words, and vivid images, it brings a very deep sort of feeling inside of me. I like the structure, and the way the poem is set up. It feels like the person is enduring a sort of misappropriated relationship, and we get to see his/her apathy in a chronological set of happenings. I think that's what makes it so...emotionally far away, yet all strong and stuff. I dig it, truly. Good stuff.

I hope you feel this one. It's real personal to me...it has a song to go with it that really adds to its meaning and feeling, but unfortunately, I don't have that available for you guys. The song itself was very hip-hopish, in a very smooth, very mellow sort of way. The vibe is incredible though, and when I got to perform this, the crowd was really into it. Enjoy. -Memories of Green The things that were The compositions of real life The soft rolling of clouds across the backs of my eyes That contrast of white and blue, no questions asked The feeling of dampened earth beneath my feet A sinking feeling, enjoyed, so much The drops of water that swam down my back That felt like they'd travel for en eternity All as the summer sun embraced me like a trusted friend. The things that made my life before ideas, The things that made me smile without thought, Those things that healed my thirst for something more, WITHOUT complication- The simple days, of being. A breath of fresh, undying air My lungs burning as they expand within me My coat rubbing against my sleeves as I explore my backyard A soft, yet unyielding feeling of security Leaves crunching under my feet A symphony of the life surrounding me Snow dancing its way into my open mind Filling it with things beyond words- All as the wind snakes about my body, under my coat, the raw air continuing a timeless conversation with my flesh. The wordless paradise of youth, An understanding beyond logical comprehension Where are we going, Now that we have our words, Our understandings, Our “educated” beliefs? Where will the clouds go, The wind, The sky, The sun, Those memories of green that nourish the heart? The vibrating horizon beyond the houses It flutters like the strong wing of a bird Moving up and down as I fly on a leather swing, I soar as one with the horizon as I ascend With a fresh, appreciative mind, Surprise breathlessly runs through my heart, As I descend back down, To strong, loving hands, That push me as I rise and fall It was so perfect it could’ve been on TV Over and over again, I reached the pinnacle of true entertainment. My old girlfriend played with my hair She found me on the street, In a pair of skates I found her as she usually was Kissing my face as I shamelessly blazed About the streets, Racing against sundown to see who would tire out first Her and I shared one last laugh, As I awkwardly shuffled into my house… I promise the wind, my love, that I’ll play with her another day, And that I’ll never forget her But things became different I became so tired The sun turned a somber orange from beyond the trees And I fear that I’ll never see it again I moved away from my girl, the wind, And even though she followed me, I never take the time to ever notice her The shoes bridle my feet now, My feet never longing for Earth The coat no longer scratches my arms, Because I'm slowly falling asleep as I walk to school From time to time, I’ll go for a swing, But my feet scrape the ground My skates rust in the corner, They probably long for the asphalt more than I could ever know Even as water travels down my brow, And stings my eyes with nostalgia, I'm much too tired Much too tired When will I wake up to the Memories of Green? To that place where words never exist Where happiness had no name except- The clouds- The wind- The sky- The sun.