DARRELL HERBERT - POEMS

Darrell Herbert has poetry featured in the likes of the "Best Teen Writing of 2014," by Hannah Jones, NotMyPresident Anthology, Writers- Black Artists Connected Blog, A Shared Format 4 Poets, Yellow Chair Review, Poetic Treasures Magazine, Section 8 Magazine, Blacktopia: Black Utopia Society Blog, Works in Progress, Woman of P.O.W.E.R. blog, Media Blast Press, Madness Muse Magazine, cocktailmolly, New York Rising Blog, thisis50.com, Supastars Magazine, downsouthhiphop.com, Beat Yard Magazine, All Black Entertainment Magazine, Southeast Hip-Hop Magazine, Poets & Writers Magazine, Tuck Magazine, Wild Sound Festival Review, Dwartonline, Zoomoozophone Review, as well as in HangTime Magazine and The Lemonade Stand Magazine.

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                               TERRIBLE (HUMAN)
 
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I am tired of being told to let go of my past
I did that
But I sit back and watch and see history repeating itself all too easily
I been at war with myself about this, someone really betrayed me, time has passed, but the heart doesn't forget
I've wanted and thought of revenge, but most of the time I just want to forget it
Let God read this
Isolation is a tool, loneliness is a weapon
Does she have a heart, or is she simply just too heartless?
 
She's nothing more than an addiction that you have to detox
From your mind, body, and heart
I'd rather be hated for what I say than to be loved for my silence
Her writings contains observations on the subject of love
She may not be important to you, but she is to me
The world is a dark place
However, no one holds the light
And if you don't see my message, see your way out



                                          Cantus Firmus 
 

So empty, so phantom empty
I am the dog, you hold the leash
I am the slave, you are the master
I am the graduate, you are the degree
No, a revolver has a drum that revolves
In the throats of love, I was weak, no match for her
But, the goodbye was sad, strangely unforgiven
 
I understood that society had no room for me, and I had no room for society, I never have
To go to the dreamy like society, to the nocturnal side
Was like changing sides in a war
It's like the blind leading the blind