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The year of art
The year of new beginnings

Only made a resolution to fcontinue to do one thing; evolve
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I was so used to all the drama.
I got used to the thought of it never ending like series of commas.

But I had to burn down those bridges to the cold ground.
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Me being brutally honest is the same as me being rude.
But I still think truth is somewhat tabooed.

Now listen up and listen well.
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What happened to the undying empathy everyone once had?
Instead we spit on the weak, express apathy and we're constantly mad

We worship cars, clothes and wealth, which builds our vanity
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We all have justifications for the things that we do.
I know this lion that will give many to you.

His son, the goat, tries to understand his cloudy views.
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So here I go again.
Journeying down the same road I've been down before.
I remember the smells, the tastes, and definitely the feelings.
But this time it looks like the tests are harder.
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The clip slides into the gun and I bump the clip to lock it in
Pull it back, turn off the safety and let the hollows fly
Seven.44 eagles rip through its flesh
Its screams of pain seem to shake the room, but 'Blood Reign' tones it out
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Mankind realizes on too much on technology.
Alienating our friends with no apology.

A child of African descendants.
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Overstand overdrive
It keeps my heart alive

Tricky are your words
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My temper swells
As my psychic barriers fail
My soul rolls out of control and it wails
I'm try to grasp this emptiness
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I can't sum up life in a matter of words
This matrix's perfectly imperfect mathematics sees to that
But if you want me to just give you something
I'd say; the struggle of life is both beautiful and ugly
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We calm certain people as our brothers and sisters... I'm more careful now...

I'm trying to forgive those for their treachery
Tires marks across my chest from being thrown under the bus
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13.

A five letter word, to some the word bonds two people together
Forever, regardless of the hellish weather

The merc's mother is a healer
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He stands at the stone gates
One that he has passed through many times
A string of sigils craved into the stony frame
It wards off evil
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I'm socially programmed to use the word "nigga"
As a term of endearment
I use it when calling someone ignorant
The color of your skin doesn't mean anything to me
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I'm not incapable of writing happier themed poems
It's just not what I feel at my heart's core
I feel all my emotions and sort them out properly
They aren't ignored
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Are you sure I'm heartless?
Flex too hard, I'll disconnect your aorta
I shouldn't, but I outta
Doing work to the pulmonary trunk and veins
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Just like winners have to accept losing
Losers have to accept winning

It's a hard concept to shallow
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I'm not understanding this kid
You purposefully want to live ignorant?

Why? How will that benefit you?
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Open palm bruises the sternum
I'm getting outta that headlock with several blows

With the elbow, to the ribs
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Manipura (The Ram)

The year of art
The year of new beginnings

Only made a resolution to fcontinue to do one thing; evolve
Only thing I can do to improve my lfie, before anything else

Obstacles are jading
As are demons

Such as new ones arising everyday
Can I live?

it is hard to be honest?
Why is that facade so important?

Fake it till you make it?
My manipura won't allow it!

The chakra spins slower at just the thought
And makes me sick to my stomach

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