Crack Rocks - Poem by Bragg Adocio
You see, poetry is like a line of cocaine; white, pure, mind boggling, addicting. Every line that touches your lips, embraces your ears, they turn red and you inhale every rhyme like a lyrical breath of fresh air....... And then, you can't stop.
Eyes start to water, heartbeats are racing, fingertips numb and so do your tastebuds so you wish for something stronger, yearn for a harder punch.... I guess that's why they call it SLAM.
You see, SLAM is like Crack Rocks, SLAM Is like heroin, SLAM is like jumping off a cliff and surviving, SLAM is, simply; smooth jazz played in the Hard Rock Cafe kissed by a Jimi Hendrix crescendo. A double dose of truth syrum, just to set you free. A bundle of firecrackers lit under a stage, and just when you thought everything was cool, SLAM! ! !
SLAM Is a bullet through the window. SLAM is a raging tornado through your subconcious, even though it's only talking about the bully on the walk home from school, or the way you WISH she'd look at you, or the moment you realized you shouldve left your wallet at home bc it isn't exactly 'complete' today. SLAM is that hardcore deep spit that makes you wish you were the lips that hacked it up, and glad that you're the gold pot it landed in.
And then, there's music. And that's an entirely different genre all together. See, music is love. Music is inspiration. Music is an irregular heartbeat put to words. Music is HER. Music is HIM. Music is the last thing you ever think about and the first thing you're lucky enough to hear. Music Can be your favorite color, or the stars in the sky! Music is what you'll find at the edge of the universe, and music is what started it all. Music is the connecting strings of every human and everything that dares to breathe or hopes to sing and bring the pulse of life to light or let their freedom ring!
An addiction deeper than crack rock-bottom.
A lie so true even it's metafiction crumbles to your reality.
A verse so indescribable it leaves you at a loss for words, like an instrumental so free it even compliments the birds.
That is poetry, THIS is SLAM, kissed by MUSIC! touched by rhyme! This is crack rocks! This is cocaine! This is the final line! This is growing addiction! This is reality! This is metafiction! This is CRACK ROCKS! this is cold turkey! This is that final moment, de-crescendo, jimi hendrix guitar lyric, hard rock, crazy like an in-stitution, as in: I'm crazy in it! This is that indescribable moment that rots your brain, that second verse in which you realize that nothing will ever be the same........
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