Crying

[Northern Beggar]

Crying
By: Northern Beggar


Crying. verb

to shed tears
secreting of a bodily fluid through these tear ducts

i hate crying
thats some weak ass emotion shit

my freckled face is tumble weed dry
these chink eyes wouldn't be able to squeeze a drop of water for your charity cup

my granite cut body
is all rock and bones
she asked me "why am i so strong, because she never seen me cry"
i will never tell her that "i am too weak, and never strong enough to cry"

poets... cry
but im a gansta ass poet

i hide these emotions under my hoodie eye lids
and saggy bags
i know gansters cry too
through bottles they pour on dry ground

my umbrella eyes are dying to get wet
but my face is too use to being wiped with dust

fish bowl full belonging to oceans
drowning above water
too afraid of carving riverbeds through my granite cut face

these eyes can see the whole world
but wants to let go some times
like atlas, he too is too weak to let go

crying
to shed tears
secreting of bodied up emotions through my tear ducts

im crying inside most of the times
thats why this granite cut body is 80 percent water

my iron arms are strong to carry my chin
but when wet like metal
will sink into face

my face is mid June dry
must be because i was born that month
my fingers rain dance on my cheek bones
hoping for deliverance
but i will only give snow
because that is nature trying her best to keep her tears from touching earth
it falls so slowly

i wish my tears can fall as slowly
so i can catch them before it stains my face
my granite face
is too brittle for liquid sorrow drills

i tell my sister
don't cry i doesn't fix anything
be a big girl
but now i am afraid that she will forget how to when she is older
because we all need to cry sometimes
but i thought myself how to keep out of high water
how to keep my cheek bones thirsty
how i wear drought on my eyes more than my glasses

crying is so beautiful
like how the rain needs to replenish the parch skin

my lover
i told you that i hate when you cry
it looks so ugly on your pillow

but when you shut your eyes
you can ignore the ugly of our world
and reflect on what beautiful on the inside

im crying on the inside
my granite body is trying to stay solid
but im dying in the inside

Crying. verb

i shed tears
on paper more than i will ever do on my face
my face is sometimes a sad poem dying to let go




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[JMS]

It's a different style and that is something I've really come to appreciate here. A melting pot of different styles and genuinely different people. I will admit it did feel a bit long once I was getting toward the end. Nonetheless I still enjoyed what I read.

my granite cut body
is all rock and bones
she asked me "why am i so strong, because she never seen me cry"
i will never tell her that "i am too weak, and never strong enough to cry"

I say this quite a bit I find, but getting that relation and bond with your reader is important, no matter the path you choose to take to get there. These lines were a good start to creating that bond in its raw form.

because we all need to cry sometimes
but i thought myself how to keep out of high water
how to keep my cheek bones thirsty
how i wear drought on my eyes more than my glasses

I found the wording here clever and enjoyed the imagery. Overall I enjoyed it, though it felt it read long. The relation was there and I found lines and parts that I could both relate to and appreciate. Thanks for sharing.