GLASS
A POEM BY BEN PARKER - 12/6/17
fuck you
and fuck everything you
stand for
you should have taken a seat
when you had the chance
to see my craft
instead you escape with
the only safety raft
and now im just stranded
with me and my thoughts
isolated in my imagination
the only toys in the box
are self loathing and
procrastination
my style has no classification
not even my mumma
understands me
she says i treat the home
like a whorehouse
cause i got more girl friends
than a little girl with
her barbies
the only thing im puttin my lips to
are bottles of bacardi
im tryna build my friends up
they dont want to see me giving
my friend lost over a stone
knowing me
dont make me out like
im a villain
im giving to the kids
no robin hood
i wasnt stealing
i ran all this on my
own energy
inspire the kids
letting them in on my recipe
the main ingredient is effort
thatll bring out the potential
the flavour of the dish
that you bring to the table
dont listen to labels
listen to your heart
because those fabrics on the rails
belong to businesses
but your body is an art
decorate it with the complimentary
that brings your colours out
not fibres that leave you insecure
and watered down with doubt
i wish i cried more
maybe then id be more motivated
i feel guilty when im happy
i dont deserve to be letivated
am i better six feet under
am i better off out the picture
going through my contacts like
"delete him and ditch her"
i spent hours making something
that no one will ever hear
the vibrations may be heard
but theyll never surpass the ear
one day theyll see the message
i was tryna share with a generation
my 4 alter egos
im my own civilisation
that all lead back to the main theme
procrastination
i feel like im failing my loved ones
and putting the wrong things
first in line
i dont wanna lose those closest to me
i wanna see them age like wine
addicted to socialising
but maybe being alone
is when im truly fine
but being alone
creates these moments
just me behind a screen
though the keyboard hears a whisper
the internet hears a scream
i am crazy camp deluded dizzy
unhealthily lean
i dress distastefully
my wardrobe needs a clean
got trainers from 2014
so i dont forget everywhere
ive been
the sights ive seen
the creatures
the colours
the mountains
the oceans
the friends and the lovers
walking through urban streets
and countrysides to sounds of
Glover
the man cradled me in times
of struggle and despear
his art had me in his palm
in a time when the world was unfair
he explained the world in zeros and ones
with music and screenplays and
stand ups and puns
id been immersed in the internet
and the new face id been shown
i felt my confidence passion
independence and wisdom had
grown
i felt like with all the potential in
my pocket i was destined for a throne
2017 and because the internet still in my phone
with slightly shorter shorts
and a slightly sarcastic tone
this is the year i define myself
what do you have to call your own?