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Anthony Desmond is a twenty-two-year-old Detroit born published writer & poet, now residing in Center Line, Michigan. He first discovered a gift for writing at the age of sixteen. He firmly believes he is but a vessel for a higher power who shares this selfsame passion for the written word. Intrigued by affliction & dolor; he explores these emotions across a wide array of subject areas: politics, death, the hypocrisy of religion & the struggles of everyday life. His bold statement pieces are often dark, granular observations of the world he inhabits. Anthony believes in testing the limits of the permissible: his poetry is honest, unadulterated and breaches the norms of the expected. He is loathe to hold back on a thought or feeling, even at the risk of offending his reader. Desmond's poetry (sometimes credited as Anthony Scott) can be found in many magazines and anthologies, including: What is Inspiration: Thoughts on Life Series Vol. 1, Railroad Poetry Magazine, The Rusty Nail Magazine, Tuck Magazine, Signal from Static: a collection of modern poetry & The dVerse Anthology: Voices of Contemporary World Poetry.
Unless otherwise noted, all poetry/written material on this blog/website are my original work/intellectual property. Please feel free to link/reblog but, please, no person(s)/living or dead use them without my permission.
I want a man.
Who You Were (free-write)
As much as I hate this feeling
I won’t confuse it with hatred for you
As kids, we were brothers
Without the blood
And all the tears I never asked for
But happily received
Fast forward to now
I guess getting older means
Watching the people
Who were once amiable
Turn into assholes
The people you were closest to now
Become strangers but there’s a time
In everyone’s life when letting go
Isn’t so hard; you realize the ones
You used to know and people
You don’t wanna know
Pretty much become synonymous
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writing down my emotions and disguising it as poetry by breaking every sentence… AKA fooling everyone and faking a smile.
I’m missing someone I’ve never met and craving someone I’ve never had.
I make no sense.
a tale a tell off dat som’ bitch…
as i rode my bike they tol me
dis was one to rememba
they tol me i was nothin but a fuckin faggot
pushed me off my bike and spit in my face
i wished so hard for a sword
to chop off dey heads
all i want is to be free
i wont eva listen to no one again
maybe den i wont feel dees shackles
my revenge is leavin i tell ya!
leavin dis piece a shit hick town
and watch the lord dance around
until the stars dont shine no mo
i’ll die befo anybody stops me
from wheres i wanna go
just a circus freak in one a dem
everybody stares me down
like a loose animal that belongs in a city zoo
'cause see i'm special
my mama tol me i was
i used to think she was wrong
but now i kno she was right all along
there was a reason why i could
catch the most fish at the lake
they called me a sissy ‘cause
i didnt like using worms
i used mah stink fist
stood in that lake and the fish would
start bitin like crazy
dey pushed me around cause i was a winna!
but see i spent my days alone…
summa and winta…
the only thing i look forward to
is cookin dinna
mama taught me everythang about it
notha thang i love is dreamin as i lay my head
i neva wanna sleep
on dis cot i call a bed
too busy stressin
i still count my sheep
and my blessins
that’s really all i got to keep goin
aint got nothin but mah hopes and mah dreams
aint that all i need?
ya see i take good care of my family
but now i wanna take good care of me
oh i’ll get there!
just you wait and see
'cause Sammy, Sammy Wolfe
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