Explicit Poetry III
EP3 is mostly social commentary. The "scenes of morality" are the places where character shows. The pictures that are "framed on the wall" are what the people around see. Character should show everywhere, even when no one is looking. It should be so common that it is no longer "framed" and "put on a wall", or display, because it doesn't seek attention. Unlike what I see a lot of in today's media, be it Instagram, TikTok, Facebook, and talk shows.
Listen to what's written within this explicit poetry
I don't know if or when what I write will fit in with what I guess is supposed to be society
Perhaps a movie will help them see
Tell me, is a silent theater a good or bad thing?
The words in my writing, used to describe scenes of fighting
Like settings seen only in R-Rated scenes
There's red in the movie screen's lighting
Difficult to see such difficulties without it watered down and sugary
Because popularity rises with the fall of maturity
So writing stories deep within the lines of poetry, is my means of writing a reality
Where scenes of morality are no longer framed on the wall
Because having character is a commonality retained by all
Something felt in presence alone, unlike what I see currently
But what I'm writing currently, making the most of life's most valuable currency
Witness first hand, the power of words, written within this explicit poetry
A potential given to me, graciously, my hope that what's written here will reach the eyes, minds and ears, of who needs to hear this, explicit poetry
About the Creator
Josh Morgan
Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.
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A Story To Tell Pt.1: With The Flip of A Coin
I know I'm doing too much, because I feel I have too much to prove Such actions come from such feelings that say my value is tied to what I can do I know that's not true, but knowledge and belief are two different things Two sides of the same coin, like insecurity and pride My pride I prove and every insecurity I hide Because what I approve on one side I reject on the other With the flip of a coin I'll decide On whether or not I'll lie here on my side Behind these walls I erect, that let me neglect what's on the other The bad weather, the side of myself I don't like to show, and the side of my life I feel I need to keep covered But I know I can't heal as I need, if I won't take off the disguise The ugliness behind the prettiest lies I told straight to your eyes Say that I'm fine and hope that you pay me no mind A man of few words but there's more on my mind I'm losing this fight, there's a war in my mind Indecisive, with the flip of a coin I'll choose Two moods, heads, tails, what I will tell? Tell me, what do I have to lose? What am I trying to prove and who am I hoping will see? Who am I trying to prove it to when I'm the one who doesn't believe?
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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