hurting

it hurts to hurt people but
hurt people hurt people,
even when we’ve got
nothing but the best of intentions

especially then, because what’s best
for me might not be what’s best for you, but
best believe I know what’s best because
best believe I am a man of my word

except that doesn’t mean shit when
you keep telling me what you need and
I keep telling you what you need and
and we both keep failing to communicate
to each other.

we keep shouting words at one another
both of us still waiting for the other
to shut up and sit down but oh brother
if there’s anything we are, best believe
that we are stubborn.

and I know that we are stubborn because we care
and that you don’t care that we’re stubborn because you care
and that I don’t care that you don’t care
because I care

but we’ve got to care a little more
about being stubborn a little less
or else this thing called us isn’t going anywhere.
neither of us wants to say it, but this argument is going nowhere.

it is going nowhere fast
and I don’t want these heated moments
spent together to be our last.
I just want for you and me to be together.
I really just want us to last.

Guest Poem; Elixir by: Eneale Pickett.

Elixir is a poem by the young up and coming black poet Eneale Picket. I went to high school with him, and poetry is his life. Specializing in spoken word, Eneale writes pieces mainly about black youth and the environment that he grew up in. All of his poetry is inspired by the things he’s seen in life. If you would like to get in contact with him, you can find
him on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/eneale.pickett I hope you enjoy his spoken word piece.

Dear God,
my eyes are becoming as color saturated as Satan’s skin
who needs friends when you got Jack Daniels as kin.
Some say my life isn’t as vital,
so let me down this moonshine while I impregnate my mind with lead
I wonder if anyone is going to notice I’m dead.
Probably not, I’m just a bum who’s just collapsed
On what appears to be my last meal,
I got uppers, I got downers, I got plenty of access to thrills
I hope my mind reaches homeostasis,
so I can know which voices and faces are real
I’m so beloved by my demons, I might die tonight
From the joy that kills.

Dear God,
I keep on
Fallin’
In and out of love with you
I never loved someone
The way that I love you

How am I supposed to escape the devil’s trenches
while he’s standing there waiting for me on every corner,
enticing me with beautiful woman such as Chardonnay and corona
I have been for about a week now, so I have encountered plenty personas.
One of my favorites was this girl Glen,
I had the privilege to indulge in her skin
it tasted so much like habitual sin
one of my daily rituals I too often find myself partaking in.
But when my soul yearns to be loved
her arms are as welcoming as the sun is on colored flesh,
as I lay my head down to go sleep, I pray you keep
the devil from attaining my last breath.

Dear God,
I keep on
Fallin’
In and out of love with you
I never loved someone
The way that I love you

I remember that time I almost saw your face,
I inhaled some of Satan’s landscapes
laced with bone fragments from fallen angels
and I could have sworn, I was within reach
of touching the golden studded streets,
Until I awaken in a dull room
with a strong stench of bleach and I knew,
the devil was trying to collect my already condemned soul
that I sold for two loaves of bread and a bottle of whiskey
no I mean a night with Cindy,
what better thing to have during those nights
when the rain wishes to taste your skin
than a woman’s chest up against your chest.

Dear God,
I keep on
Fallin’
In and out of love with you
I never loved someone
The way that I love you