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A Series of Aesthetic & Hysterical Events

July 17, 2018
By The80sNegro BRONZE, Windhoek, Other
The80sNegro BRONZE, Windhoek, Other
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Ambition into the Abyss

Gone are the days of accepted segregation

But we as a society face never-ending calamity

There is a lack of communications

I was honestly surprised

When I familiarized myself with “black annihilation”

Back in the 60s and 70s

Charlie Chaplin received a 7 minute ovation

And so I beg the question:

“Whatever happened to our ancestral love and appreciation?”

You see, people’s nature was to always keep promises & vows

Now look at the perspective of the world

We are gunning each other down

I am a child that is tormented by the painful sounds of people with tears

But I tell you now that I will rise above their detrimental fears

I will be the change you so pleadingly want

I will not conform to the prejudice

Of a teenager that submits to a blunt

This is a call to the visionaries and innovators

To join the hunt

We will lead with our poly-dimensional knowledge and third eye intuition

I only hope and pray the next kin of us does not lack ambition.

 

I Just Purchased Depression

I window shopped store bought happiness

It was the peak of summer trends

It seemed to have everyone’s interest

We were all in the clutches of its hands

 

I walked through the crowds of people

Draped in last season’s craze:

Timid, Low self-esteem and Anxiety

I never cared to break the rules

And so settled for Netflix, Incontrollable emotions and my Sobriety

 

A woman approached me as I trotted into the store

“What is your message?”

I responded, “I have none but I do have a confession.

I stole ‘slits on my wrists’ from the Suicidal aisle

 

 

 

And ’13 Reasons Why’ for relatability

You have never caught me

Because I’ve been wearing ‘invisibility’ since the start of High School

Though it also works in all other vicinities

 

I’m bruised by bullying yet smile with glee

And so that’s my story, what is the fee?”

She smiled and said, “No fee due

Because you have already suffered the causes

So just be on your way out and you’ll cut your losses”

 

“For being a consistent customer

I’ll give you a discount on next season’s invention

It’s grey and quite heavy

It’s called Depression”

 

My Love-Filled Dimension

Alas, I have found a new lover who is solely divine

She is vibrant and as perfect as nothing

Why is she mine?

Giving me a warm fuzzy feeling

I’m never immune to her presence

The reason I seek happiness

A slave to her essence

She silences a room with her rays of kindness

Every colour, shade and pigment

Experiences a new kind of brightness

My twisted head falls into the abyss as I follow her with my eyes

Almost every time her smile catches me by surprise

At last we are together

And you have my attention

I look at my surrounding

“Mi amour,

I hadn’t the slightest idea we escaped to a new dimension.”

 

A Haven that is My Mind

Vast in its complexity

It is not in line with the rest of its kind

It doesn’t comply with negativity

This is the true nature of my mind

 

It has no emergency exits to escape

I am trapped for eternity

I will soak in past inspiration

And thoroughly my plan my brilliant legacy

 

Dormant from the poison of the outside world

That is reality

Because I know if I am amongst the people

It will distraught my expeditious personality

 

 

This place, this place heals my wounds & mends my scars

It allows me to aim as high as the moon

So even if I fail

I can still land on the stars

 

I have answers to long-asked questions

My soul is at rest

Not like the rest of my kin

Who seek out their vengeance

 

I will always listen to my thoughts

That resemble the roads you will find

You perhaps should look both ways

Before you cross my mind


The author's comments:

Hello. I adopted this skill at a very young age and over the years have refurbished it. The content boffers a range of set emotions and prejudice that lurks my mind. I've had to endure a lot during the past few years but poetry, writing and being this abstract being was always my escape from my troubles. I hope you see the twisted genius in my work and recognize it for its innovative beauty. Thank you.


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