Mr P

I'm the Gemini man. English is a second language to me, so I hope to learn a lot from you guys.

Writings

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Mr P

I'm the Gemini man. English is a second language to me, so I hope to learn a lot from you guys.

Writings

Followers

Following

Hidden within

Mr P

1 min read

I can't, you know

compete with them

Everyone is so tall so beautiful so—

Pink, and I'm just..

I was born like this, right?

Leaves like mine don't grow nothing but vines and thorns

I cover the fields yet I'm unseen

Unloved

I can't compete.

I won't.

I don't want to stick out like weed in a field of wildflowers

A forgotten seed boasting with the little it has

But it knows it came from shit

The b...

Before I Wake

Mr P

1 min read

Not yet

A few more minutes and ill wake—but not yet

Don't let the light hit my face,

Cover the blinds

Hide me Inside the colder sides of the pillow.

Rewind it back, to a dazed state of mind

Were I take more steps motionless

Unguided by flesh

Resting open for moments left unspoken

With beauty often unshared

A few more minutes, to take time in this state

Pressed against the sheets, were line...

Before I Fall

Mr P

1 min read

Pucker your lips

and kiss the wind for me

Let it fluster underneath my feet

See how high a hollow being like i can go

Go, Go

Chase me through the field

Let my lens warp the sky you see

Suspense as I lower my self to meet you

Don’t rest

keep kissing the wind for me

Keep it puckered up

Tight enough to squeeze the air through

So I could fly for a few moments, minutes, maybe less

I lower my sel...

I.M.F’d

Mr P

1 min read

What made you turn around?

What shimmering thing from the melanin ground

Had you running quickly to my arms again?

I was already down, out from being used,

But still you found the nerve

To turn and face me.

You criticized me daily,

Served razors with a kiss on the cheek and an "atta boy."

Was I indebted to you?

Was I the carrot and you the stick,

Constantly stringing me along?

The nerve of you.

...

A Moment Of Being

Mr P

1 min read

Like a release, of sorts—

A scream of all cells,

A microgasm of everything.

That's just the poet within me saying:

It's alive.

Look,

No one explains what it is,

And maybe I don't know what it means.

But for me,

It is to sit by the car window,

To look at trees

And not really see them,

Never honing into the speed at which they move

But focused on their relentless scream.

It's like living a parado...

Empty Space

Mr P

1 min read

How could something so small

take up so much

How could it take

so much

and leave just enough

to hurt

GOD!!!

Don’t talk about it

Don’t write about it

No blog would know about it

I read enough just to forget, but no

It still lingered

Still simmered, regret...

We Are

Mr P

1 min read

Who do I lend an ear

Now that all is gone

At what rate shall my feet tap the floor

Now that no music plays

When alone, who am I

I’ve been known to follow the many’s march

Synchronized myself to that chaos

Sway to the strings the crowds shall play

But today as the music fades

Who am I

Now that silence remains

I create

From dust i pull out artistic value

I turn the shaking world to words

Even ...

A Writer’s Block

Mr P

1 min read

I hate that im open to you still

Waiting on you still

For moments held firmly within you

Still hoping that you feel_

like you don’t need to hide yourself

Paranoid thoughts had your back arched

Curved in a stance

Hands pressed against mine

I felt it

and yes I hate it

Express your anger

Test your limits again

Tell them I am yours

Lock your eyes to their jugular, rip out their throats

I ...

It Takes Two

Mr P

1 min read

Angels working

Tethered strings closes in

connected by bad weather

‘Do u mind if I stand under your umbrella?

Let out a sigh and I’ll walk away’

“It’s ok”

Threads ends loose

meet at last

Now two paths have crossed

as intended

‘A heavy rain today?

mornings like these have me wishing I was in my pj’s

Under the covers

counting thunderous roars like sheep

Nature’s sweet melodies

tucking ...

Creating Light

Mr P

1 min read

“Let there be…”

In the beginning you were like divinity

All consuming

your grace embedded, itself, deep within me

Like spirits moving

You reached for my soul

as formless as it was

It stood still, cupped within your palms

Your hands, soft, held me for the first time

and brightness grew

You said onto me

“Let there be two in one” and there was moon and stars

And now I am art...