My Reality

 

Its sucks when you cry from the inside out and tears don't reflect what your going through.

No one else can see you drown not even you but you can feel a presence come over you as normal breathing turns into gasps of final memories. 

The only people that can help save me cant because the heated desert mirage their life as if a folktale is the truth....un-withered trees. 

A day for me is just not a day to be called a day.

A day for me is called space...feelings and object with no set place.

Gravity pulls at what's left of a feeling, items so close in site but impossible to reach because how can you fight gravity and move where you please?  

Definitions being rewritten and ripped on imaginary sheets to define what sanity means in a mind of insane thoughts. 

Penny with a hole in it

How can I express the worth of your life if your defacement is that of a hole?
Some stores will allow you to be circulated due to your denomination being present but most will stop you cold.
Two sides of a coin....
Tossed in the air to determine the truth.
Will you allow your head to seek the truth being bled dry?
Or will your cowardly teachings persuade you to tuck tail and wave bye before saying hi?
HELLO!!!
How can I express my love for you?
Why is this hole captioned "drilled by my dad" and your not the author but mere pages of words expressed by ME?
Aaaa Aaaa achoooo, no bless you needed but a simple thank you will do for being a man of wanting.
I choose to see you as a song to sing but you see me as an autotune...A   FAKE   VOICE!
A penny is the start of ones riches, ones savings, and ones beginning to having the many pleasures.
What good is that wish from a thought thrown in the waters of hope when bubbles penetrate you and stop the floating of where you should land?
Here I stand as a man not because of my age or sex but because I am acceptance to any part of me that has fallen from this tree.
How can I prove I love thee?
Its a shame how hatred can be taught from another parent to a child of innocence surrounded with greatness. I guess thats the sign of one making it APPARENTLY clear that bitterness eyes life and not vision.
If only you  could raise that coin when the sun rises as you cry out for the fatherhood I have to give.
I want to make you whole.
It's a wonder as to why we always see pennies lying in the streets and sidewalks untouched!!!!!!!!!!
I see I'm not the only one having problems SAVING or being SAVED...
The value of your child's blessing,
the imprints of their touch!

Darcel Sharp

SEARCHING

 

Laying in a dark room alone I search for you.

On this bed I think about the times you fed me when my stomach was full.

I think about how you allowed one side of my face to smile while the other half shared the tears of a clown.

Body laid in protest, teach me how to push and no longer pull.

I'm searching!

So I thought the walls that surround me were made up of bricks and concrete.

Masked mirror lies.... DRYWALL

Where does my purpose begin?

Or am I asking the wrong question?

Is the purpose that I seek starts when I stand at the end replaying the journey that begun in my head?

Vomiting the intestines not destined to nourish...force fed!

I'm searching!

Warmth blown from the vents losing ground to the chill of the double pane glass.

Hurting from a thought and sorrow slouches shoulders to knees, double pain.

Loudness streaming with no vibe to shush until thine ears become distinctions of character to pluck away static...

Silence

Pollen flowing from the search of it.

Pump me once or twice...I cant breathe.....asthmatic 

I'm searching!

So I think.....

Or maybe its searching for me....

Reach one Teach one....: HASTAG You wanna be recognized for what you have ...

Reach one Teach one....: HASTAG  You wanna be recognized for what you have ...: HASTAG    You wanna be recognized for what you have and for what we see.  How about being validated for the ish we don't see.  ...

HASHTAG 

You wanna be recognized for what you have and for what we see. 

How about being validated for the ish we don't see. 

See many of us can show you a finished product but how many of us can show the formula it took to get where you have made it....

#Algebra

See your fortune is telling especially if i don't see any eraser marks because the foil method couldn't solve for a variable 

#thief

Or better yet maybe your selfishness is the reason why your not willing to share success. 

Hhmmm I'm kind of lost....

Isn't success a true success if your able to share the journey?

 #loser

I can speak in this new world tongue, I can speak in my old native language, hell I can brail the coming of Jesus but....

What good will all that do if you cant lay down a D behind the R who stepped in front of the E that cut in front of the A!

#readinbetweenthelines

Joy is the expression of knowing what sorrow is. Show me a smile that didn't start from the point of uncertainty!

#vulnerability 

I believe we will one day be known as great people of this land once each of us understands the person in question is me, myself, and I. 

#self-respect

#self-esteem

At what point do we stop pointing the finger at a person who cares nothing more than to point it right back at you? Are we playing cops and robbers or are we in a scene from the wild wild west?

#reflections

Darcel Sharp

Reach one Teach one....: The Rant

Reach one Teach one....: The Rant: The window pane frames my outlook on life. It shares the many thoughts that surrenders my body to the elements of self worth. Why am I ...

The Rant

The window pane frames my outlook on life. It shares the many thoughts that surrenders my body to the elements of self worth. Why am I the question held in secret while the lies shine to a truth force-fed? How does a person speak in tongue when there are no lips to help the distinction of sound? My heart speaks no more but weeps in its own blood marking its borders. I see you and dammit I wish I could bless you with my hands of exorcism, be gone you punk ass demon.  Imma keep running on off at the mouth so I'll do us all a favor and skip this period.

Who wants to feel the world with burnt fingertips? Everything I touch shows no entry of me so I guess I shall remain nameless and faceless to the recognition to the software of your keyboard. Free will is a mutha. Here I am thinking we should free will versus choosing to do of my own consciousness. Bury me a G before the H I of your high text me J K. 

So now I'm a joke.... Huh? 

I'm not no regular dude, I am somebody who can be seen as anybody within your body. Books read sparks the imagination of what swirls before us noting fiction to be non because who wants live here and now. So who is hiding now? You reside in a world where the top of a pyramid drives your thirst while in all your missing the point.....The base of the structure constructed at sea level. 

Yup yup... 

This rant is to be continued...... I knew I should have showed my work in pencil... Dammit!