Rico Writes: Collection 1
“Now keep in mind that I’m an artist and I’m sensitive about my shit.” -Badu
April is National Poetry Month and we've decided to draw more attention to the poets, both the heard and the unheard. Putting one’s work out into the world can be daunting, but that doesn’t negate the fact that our works deserve to be appreciated.
Each Tuesday in April we'll be releasing a new collection of poetry by YOU. Submissions can be anonymous but we encourage you to put your name on your work so we can show love! Submissions can be made here.
Never Stop Discovering,
The Good-Natured Troublemaker
Mar Gray
Twitter: @IamMarGray
Instagram: @IamMarGray_
Reap What You Sow
Cries for help
Cries to see you
To hear you
To feel you
To speak to you first
To listen with full intent when interacting
You showed all the signs but I was too busy losing you in the white paint on the white wall to pay any attention
I didn't give you what you needed
However, I gave you screams when you tried to share laughter
I walked away when you just needed me to stop, needed me to understand
I gave you embarrassment when you were desperately searching for comfort
I had the nerve to let go when the table was turned
How can I be upset any good between us drowned when I'm the one that held it under water
Pain
Pain is what you feel when that's all you favor
You reap what you sow
davaughn
Twitter: @picassocantdraw
A song I can't sing
If I could write you a song to make you fall in love. … you'd still be where you're at because I'm a terrible singer. i could never stand in front of you sing something so eloquent, so perfect for you to understand how much i value you. i could never stand in front of you and sing a song describing how beautiful you are and not just aesthetically but as a person. i could never sing a song that you listen to at 2 am while doing homework to make you think of the times we’ve had. i could never stand in front of you and sing a song that says i miss you with a chorus that says I’m sorry and a melody that says give me a 10th chance and i wouldn’t blow it. i could never stand in front of you and sing a song because i can’t stand in front of you.. and face you. Face what I’ve done and mistakes I’ve made. so if i could write you a song to make you fall in love. you’d still be where your at… and there's many reasons but to help me sleep at night I’m gonna say its because I’m a terrible singer. If i could write you a song to make you fall in love…you’d still be where you’re at. and that's probably the best place for you.
Rxco
Untitled
I must be crazy. I do not believe in marriage I do not believe in religion I feel contradicted No matter what decision I come to It’s crazy what funds do Especially when you don’t have it I remember the days couldnt wait till I’m older I wonder. If it’s cold And a homeless man asks , would you give him your jacket?
Or the cold shoulder? When he asks you for some change Why do you tell him you don’t have it? Morals rearranged Why are you acting like you don’t have it? But when you do, do you feel like a saint? Why do you act like something that you know that you ain’t? Are your intentions pure? You sure? If you had more, would you give more? Man, who are you? I sometimes feel it’s such a chore To search for answers you’ll never get the answers to Just promise me one thing Promise me you’ll never lose yourself in your mind You ain’t crazy Just another soul searching to find Yourself If I’m crazy, Well...So is everyone else
Blake Morrison
Kinetic Hands
Your weary hands pulled away from mine
I wanted to caress your fears
To whisper to your inhibitions
That you are powerful
Timidity lined your jaw
You tensed at the sight of warmth
Never had you been touched like this
Never had you heard the call to morning prayer
Love was too far off shore
Affection had no intention to arrive
We tussled in the sand
Unable to find common ground
Veins in your hand pulsating with frustration
Morning dew masked the tears on your face
You quietly looked out to the horizon and
Slid your hand into my palm
