If only if only, the sea was non-existent and love letters were telepathic and at night our souls dined in heaven with the stars as seats and amnesia was a myth, even for the wicked. We would be closer.
Miles Hodges I have been a fan since the first poem I seen of yours. You are great with words .Kids and adults can learn a lot from you. You are a great man with more greatness in your future.
Whoa! ....The people are actually snapping. I've been marathoning poetry slams on youtube for over a week, and this is the first time I've seen the audience snap instead of cheer over the poet. In all seriousness, though, this is amazing.
it hits home for me that he stutters and doesnt let it get him down. i stutter as well and i always feel so much better and more confident when i am doing something i love
Miles is definitely one one of my favorite poets in Striver's Row. Love his work, his attitude, his delivery. And I love how he's more comfortable in speaking in verses then in sentences.
sometimes in order to find our true selves we must explore the darker sides of our beings...face our demons head on...and then we shall see who we truly are...
For now/ Yes/ Mop up that blood/ Sit him upright/ Get'm a glass of water// Maybe shush, just for a sec... He won't re-mineD you were WE stay Maybe you could side step into his offset Have a coffee sesh n hash out alla this...// Maybe... Maybe death hurts// ...Maybe put on a motown record, Hush for a second, Push pause on too much of the rush If it's.. Really.. That.. unpleasant// N'wait...// If all you see is silhouettes In verse form hiss.. n' paradigm maritime compression hype shi-...// n'its a drag...// A dragon of a drag...// Maybe he...could speak upon knights stolled on 2blues forced king castle-ing a dawns loud mouth yawn// Maybe that mourning he only came to respond... To the last poem he heard you spit.. upon...// Maybe he could... Maybe he really really could help you build a whole new Chess Set...// Investments in the stun-guns exquisite son sets, no less// Maybe that heart bled out the chest was self inflicted trouble clefts from years of honoring the next.. Gen'ts... Kids he didn't even know yet..// See now that's some father shi-// //in other words say worthlessness// Too old for daddy hoods hoodie blist// Deferential decent.. No poetic content// Same one askin him for rent// Maybe that white castle parking lot was once a dragon mountain top or where telemacus couldn't find his pops... But then did// Strait up sickle shop Vibe'n.. .....He was spin'n 45z Motown Strait live but like... Couldn't... Move...//Just another snow covered headstone...step2// Ball room Dance instructor// A nobody// But this bloodied man in Your kitchen...// Maybe he... Could learn from... You// Or vice-versa...?// Nah, look, he's twice... As old as you... Black n'blue... n'bloody...// Maybe he'd ask.. Why are your knuckles lookn bruised be right in your face when he says it 2touch'n his own face... All anger laced// But Then not care like a second later// That wouldn't tresspass on your manhood would it// Was it patience or indifference?// Oh wait... Allow these seA side view masters to dilate... That's right.. Too many one nights Or 22 knights in one write// Over-comsumption doesn't leave one bloodless, dead... Empty?....// Maybe, Maybe that man doesn't know if his own wounds are from sunburns, bullets, or, you.../ Nahhh seeee...// What that, (a'hem)..."man" ....had// Was the smoothest path to love some smoothly pretend they wish they had// ...was just a fad// Faded invaded n' too....territorial to swim in our own hatred Genetically vacant for the anguish kix covid catch'n basement// Tell ya what// If a continental smile can't sea himself in the mirror of you... maybe he doesn't want to radiate the speechless pain all though it co-create because he doesn't want to hurt me too..// Could always...// Stand over him Roll'm for his artifacts... N'laff....//
Listen man. Thank you for the poetry. n'congrats on the success... If it was at the expense of others keep to the gratitude as best. This is a new one for me... honestly not sure how to feel about it yet. But it inspired me to free write in the comment section here which is rare. Big subject to tackle. Best wishes.
