Finally...

Similar days are beginning to change
Long gone is the time to rest and reflect
Action is soon to be taken

Shaken foes wither in your wake
Devastated over failed plans
Tripping over their own feet

Leaving them in a mist
The sun beams shine directly on you
Removing dark clouds, winds calm now

Prepared to take a step into something new
Without a proper look from the inside
moving around drowning sounds

Still thoughts are leveling the worry
Emotions faded, logic comes into play
Masterful being manipulating creation today

Blending transformations of past lives
Molding broken sensations into astonishing foundations
Launching pad lain for seeds to bloom abundantly

- MDM original

I Give Up

No longer do I care about your response or feelings
No longer do I need your embrace
No longer do I long for fellowship with you

God is always my saving grace
Shut your mouth if you have nothing positive or encouraging to say
Commentary dismissed and trashed

I am tired of missing you
I am done giving a damn about connecting
I am only concerned about me

No man ever saved me
No man ever gave me what I needed
No man brought connection without drama

I give up on us
I give up on building you
I give up on waiting for you to understand

Ignoring everyone that sounds off
Not an once of patience will be given
Love shall not be shared with you

I am over being sad about how you disrespect me
I am over how you make me feel
I am over the fake level of concern

I give up on your life
I give up on the struggle
I give up on the strife

Once you POP...

If you have heard one, you pretty much have heard them all
Same beat, same song, just a different artist
All follow the same hypnotic melodic pace

Remakes of samples, used 100 times
Skipping records induce head blockages
Ceasing the growth of a unique thought

Memes on repeat, no need for formal conversation
Humanity so far out of contemplation, there is no sincerity
Selfie filters of countries you only thought about yesterday

Comical to expect any actual research to be done
Posting the taboo for likes and comments
Bored and uninteresting, the sophomoric antics amuse you

Participate in traditional hate of anything different than you
Hypocritical contempt, for those who out live hopeful wishes
Living in misery for sanctified redemption

The images posted contract the life you chose
Resentment building for hard workers
Time wasted trolling and snooping

The new relationship started 3 days after your last ended
Broadcast your intimate details, showing no solidarity
Sending penis pics in inboxes, then claim the cross

Comment on what you like, sell what you got, before another does better
Dramatics bring the laughter and public arguments on display
No faith in your reality to ring true to a follower

Honesty has little popularity, when everyone is claiming authority
Leading with material and luring with superficial blinders
Shades of rose, lost their transparency, trapped by games of the many

The deceit makes your mouth water with intensity
Still reflections are avoided, because you are hollow inside
Ignoring pain, failure and shame you have made no peace with

The notification alarm goes off and you can not stop peering into the abyss
Twisted in overt stories and crude jokes, painted with scriptures
Dismissal of anguish within an arms reach from you

-MDM Original

Blood Stains

Standing on the side walk, in the neighborhood
Early in the morning, waiting for the bell to ring
Doors swing open, teachers welcome us in

Going through the hallway, smiling and saying hello
Time is getting short, looking to catch up with my friends
Talking parents, siblings and gossip

Who we like and don't always a hot topic
Got to get going the warning bell is ringing
Only five minuets before teachers start complaining

Bust the combo for the locker, get the book for my class
Double check the mirror make sure I look decent
Really only care about gym, lunch and music

In assigned seats, sitting, mind tripping on other subject matter
This teacher is so boring, still taking notes like a master
Young and interested in the status of color and collars

As the bell rings, the first up out of my seat
My friend to my left, tried to get the attention of me
The girl who stayed back a year, started to laugh

Everyone around her only echoed it back
Finally figured what all of the ruckus was about
The spot appearing on the back of my paints was new to me

Sent to the nurse for something like cotton, but felt like Brillo
Real fast, back at the locker to wrap the jacket around my waste
Trying not to cry in public, truly wanting to holler

Awkward, finally the day would soon be over
The longest day of misery anyone could endure
Going home to try and search for the cure

Once again faced with laughter, sick ways to express understanding
Embarrassment in our coming of age, put on display and met with shame
Relating growth and maturity with trauma

Showing no pride and unity in womanhood
Allowing anyone to penetrate and desecrate it is damnable
Making a mockery of it, only leaves me confused

Uncomfortable in the process from girl to woman
Not guided with a nurturing hand, but shoved into it
Being told to be tough, loosing the purity in our ability to care

My alarm goes off, another day begins
Breakfast at the table, grabbing my lunch
Telling myself to ignore questions or seek comfort

I walk out the door and walk out the gate
Hoping the pads will hold, paying attention to each step
I see my friends, hoping they would forget, Nope.

- MDM Original