You said the last time was the last time.
You seem to be around only when you need to pass time.
I even attempt to get passed all the past times.
When you were wrong and I was right,
And to think that all my reactions were just out of spite.
My resolve was heavy, but which you made light,
While carrying the burden of being a burden.
I kept eating the thoughts of being eaten,
I was the choir preaching to the preaching.
If you can’t learn from my mistakes, then who am I to be teaching?
Implemented values made by the valued,
Everyone else like me gets secluded.
Which makes us the impoverished.
So I’ll stay way beyond away
Outside trying to find a way.
Outside clearing my mind while you clearly don’t have the time.
And to think all of this time made me lose the piece of mind.
- Claude Page
Forcing myself to move on even though I can’t.
Everyone pretends to care,
But they don’t care to understand.
I tried, you cried, you lied and so did I.
Everybody expects me to lose all of these feelings overnight.
Because you began to display a darker side.
I took advantage of you while you were in pain.
I know you’re hurting so much;
Physically and emotionally drained.
Actions went out of hand, no time to think.
I’m sure that…
I’m positive that I’m the reason your tears fill the sink.
I’ve been handling you man to man,
Because you get me so angry.
Sometimes I forget you have the gentlest hands.
Eye shadow running down the seams of your face.
We should have taken it slow.
No time to set the pace.
Even though you smile, I know it kills you inside.
You think it’s all your fault
We both need to regain our pride.
You’re fragile, but strong.
So don’t forget I have faith in you.
Even though I consistently do you wrong.
I can’t say I wasn’t happy to see you that day,
But I’m sad.
It could have went so many different ways.
I love you.
I know you love me too.
- Claude Page
“Everything happens for a reason”
humpbackeye asked: Claude, I respect your no bullshit approach. Do you consider yourself more a lyricist or a poet? Even reading you're work, my immediate reaction was to put it a rhythm.
bit of both tbh… - cp
i wish i could find somebody like you
somebody with that lips
someone with that eyelashes
someone i can have in my arms, hands and fingertips
i wish i could stand up
cause i have never falling in love so much
and i hope i can show to you with words like such
i wish i could see you happy i any way
i wish i could stay beside you just a single day
just something like that would be okay
i wish you could see how was suposed to be
make your dreams come true beside me
i wish you dont make my life a sweet suffocation
the suicide its my worst temptation
because you are a prison from which i could not escape
and your smile is the best consolation
i wish i could sleep forever
for hug you in my dreams
and always stay together
and now that wish its easier than its seems
hardfemmesoftfemme asked: Hi Claude,
First, thanks you for asking me to look at your writing, that was a great compliment. Now, down to business:
I see that you write in a mostly ABAB rhyme scheme, (like most Hip-Hop and Rap is styled after, but also many popular poems). Have you looked into the history of rhyming couplets in poetry, or even the blues form? Natasha Trethewey and Kevin Young are some contemporary poets who work in that form. Also, a good book to look into is The Anthology of Rap ed. by Andrew Dubois and Adam Bradley.
My two favorite poems of yours were "2 Face" and "Run Away."
In "2 Face" I really liked your specific details: "lighting up honor rolls," "being Canadian, I realized we try to live the American dream," "filled with dreams, this is my hope book," and most of all "They can't tame me, not even graze me / my voice screeching through the street, I'm gonna rise like yeast on 'em." That line is great because it gives a strange but compelling metaphor of rising like "yeast" along with the power of "screeching" through the street.
Also, in "Run Away" you line "lock the door / it will let in strays" is an excellent way to introduce the poem that includes such the specific detail "I filled my gym bag with underwear / gym shorts, pjs, and two pairs of socks." There's emotion and power in the telling of how many pairs of socks you packed that doesn't come across as much in "my dad's a big baby." Let the details of the moment speak for the emotion, and you can't go wrong.
This is a really long-winded reply, but I hope it helped. Thank you for sharing, and I hope that you continue to write, and to read, poetry. Good luck!
i’ll definitely try that :)
whatispoetry asked: I read a lot of your poems here and I have to say majority of them are really really good. =) If you want more detail than that just let me know. I like so now I will follow.
Thank you. - CP
apalache asked: hey :) i'm erin. and hi it's nice to meet you. okay so yeah i like your style but personally i love when people use metaphors and similes and expanded vocabulary with their work, not criticizing just a suggestion. if you looked at my blog, most of my pictures i post have things to do with nature etc. so references to beautiful things in nature or just more description. but i really like how you relate it to your life. personally unless it's extremely clever, rhyming isn't my thing. if you want more just message me back :) nice to meet you
ty ty ty - Page
insanity-hasasoul asked: I really enjoy your words, I like the feel that you create with each poem.
cafemusaiin asked: Hello! You asked me for feedback earlier. I've read through some of your poetry, and I'm very pleased with what I've seen. You're a great poet. Keep at it!
Just like a rose
You’re so gentle,You rose above expectations.
It’s your show.
Even though you’re insecure you still go on.
I can’t even comprehend the pain you feel.
But I’ll try. Let’s build upon this bond.
Don’t let the past catch up to our future.
If you’re mad at that, you’ll be mad forever.
If you lose him, I’ll lose her.
Can you let go? Because your drowning.
You float up, then come down.
You said your father did what? No forgiveness.
My brain tickles, because it’s bounded,
But then reality hits.. You’re limbless.
Where will you go?
You’re losing your pedals.
You’re still beautiful.
- Claude Page