The soloist
Imagine digesting music and hearing every nuance
Picture yourself composing Beethoven or Bach
I want to write symphonies like that
Where every word dances in your head like a musical note
When every letter is distinct and full of beauty
Because my beauty and your beauty must meet in symbiosis
I want the lines to destroy my world and rebuild it in one swoop
Destroy any ideas I had previously of what poetry is or what music is
Every psalm will become a concerto
I want my pen to manipulate the page like a bow does a violin
That’s the beauty of poetry
It’s the music of my mind and my soul
It’s the rhythm that dances in my heart
And while I might not exist just to write poetry
I hope one day I am able to honor my craft
And become a true soloist
"An Akili Carter original"
“Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.” Charles Simic. Poetry has been my solace for the last 16 years. My new book is called "A Man Undefined" these are some of the poems from the collection. Contact me via facebook if you are interested in ordering either of my books. Thanks for stopping in.
14.9.09
2.9.09
I'm here alone
I’m here alone
I’m here alone crying into your arms hugging me
Oh wait, dam!
Those are my arms
I got caught up in thinking they were yours
I got entranced looking at your picture
Staring so hard that I really felt you were looking back at me
But I still woke up all alone
The left side of the bed is cold as hell
While my heart freezes and my tears crumble off my face
I’m here alone dancing in my own perpetual vomit, full of your promises
Remember the shower water pouring down my face
While you told me your lies
The water turning into cold daggers stabbing my love for you
The pictures I brought into the shower to burn
Get wet and matted, as they slip out of my hand
I fall on top of them and I’m still crying here over you
Still lying here over you
Wishing that I was holding you and lying next to you
While you lie next to me
I’m ripping photos now as the writing smears in my hand
Like our love smeared at your hands
I’m here alone crying into your arms hugging me
Oh wait, dam!
Those are my arms
Those are my hands
Those are my freaking tears
Filling up the tub as I lie here
But, I’m here alone
"An Akili Carter original"
I’m here alone crying into your arms hugging me
Oh wait, dam!
Those are my arms
I got caught up in thinking they were yours
I got entranced looking at your picture
Staring so hard that I really felt you were looking back at me
But I still woke up all alone
The left side of the bed is cold as hell
While my heart freezes and my tears crumble off my face
I’m here alone dancing in my own perpetual vomit, full of your promises
Remember the shower water pouring down my face
While you told me your lies
The water turning into cold daggers stabbing my love for you
The pictures I brought into the shower to burn
Get wet and matted, as they slip out of my hand
I fall on top of them and I’m still crying here over you
Still lying here over you
Wishing that I was holding you and lying next to you
While you lie next to me
I’m ripping photos now as the writing smears in my hand
Like our love smeared at your hands
I’m here alone crying into your arms hugging me
Oh wait, dam!
Those are my arms
Those are my hands
Those are my freaking tears
Filling up the tub as I lie here
But, I’m here alone
"An Akili Carter original"
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