A few Words From The Poetry Cafe

By Elveda Clark

TOXIC

It’s crazy how you can say i love you on the phone 

But you can never say i love you when we alone 

You chew me up and spit me out like a bone 

But for some reason when i'm around you i feel like home

It's a love-hate relationship 

But it all changed when I got shipped. 

Not just any place Milwaukee is where i will spend my days 

I didn't want to cause i was so in love

I felt like a angel flying above

But I messed up because of you.

You made me feel like i am nothing without you

So i ran away 

Not just mentally physically and emotionally internally i ran away 

From my true self 

No i'm tired i don't need your help 

No stay away like you would every other day 

I’m done see you on the other side of hell 

Make sure you don’t call from your prison cell


 

My Date

I walk in the night afraid and alone 

I can’t turn back home with no cell phone 

I wish it wasn't because of my skin tone 

I am  tired of being on my own 

every time i look in the mirror i dont see you

I only see your clone

I wish i grew up to a different race 

I am tired of having hate 

But i then again i guess that is just my fate 

Oh wait if i don't hurry i will be late for my date 

They call it destiny  


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Is love enough 

Love they say is tough 

Like a wolf they complain and huff and puff

Love...is it enough 

Was it ever enough?

It is hard it is rough but what in life is easy 

Love can make you queasy but then again

Is love enough 

I given so much love but never comes back 

I know a knife through my back 

i’m pinned to the wall like a tack waiting to be loved

With somebody who loves me

But with love it costs a fee you have to give up on things like trust

But at the same time you have to find a way


 

By Tyrone Williams

 
 

punk metal wendy’s

Hard and harsh like snow

Blowing in the erry rain but sweeter than bread dough 

Cold soon when you get home like a force with no power

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand an eternity in an hour



Skin feeding in

Like the heavens dead soldiers 

Couldn’t be Ronald

For his arms are no longer able


Longer i’m inside greed feeds my hellish flames

“No more” my brain pleads 

Like the devil and his wild flower

For no long do they have power


For who you call home

It's unknown as well as fate

For those who reek of the unknown tone

For fate is never seal in its hands


  


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Here I am unappreciated for not being up to standards

My success is always determined by others older

They never know that in everything I do,  I hold such strong emotion

For they will never realize my art… Is an explosion



 

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It was a pleasure to serve you. I hope that something that was said or done during this semester reflects back to you in the most positive way. I truly believe that each one of you has a special gift and the ability to use it for good. Follow through. I am looking forward to what is next for you. Be great, be well operate in your truth and remember, It Gets Better From Here (because it always does…eventually).

One love,

Mr. Marcus

FOR THE COLDEST MORNING II

BY Mr. Marcus

out with the old

in with the new 

one morning

i was feeling quite blue


not blue like the sky

or blue like the bird

it was blue like the cheese

only for wings it’s reserved...


thinking about the past

things that didn’t last

thinking about the future

it’s approaching fast


tried to ignore

go back to sleep

even faked a snore

thought: Is it that deep?


counting backward

starting from ten

giving ME some space

to motivate from WITHIN


threw back covers

hopped out of bed

made myself coffee

glad I ain’t dead


things are not easy

i said to me

but there is no reason

to be unhappy 


counted my blessings

named them one by one

took a step back 

to see what I have done.