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Seven Days

7/19/2017

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They say patience is a virtue. I'd have to agree. David's poem, SEVEN DAYS, is a daily log of the In's and Out's of love and dating. His words are a reminder that love is surely more than a hashtag. Thank you David for this work of honesty. 

- Faith

 SEVEN DAYS

On Friday she was my baby,
On Saturday she was like maybe,
On Sunday we ain't even speak,
On Monday everything’s crazy.
Is it just me? Is it just me? I mean is it just me?
But relationships die fast these days,
Fall out of love faster than I can blink,
Fall out of love before I finish this drink,
Fall out of love before we even n'sync,
Fall out of love faster than I can I think,
Think of words needed to speak.
To remind you of what we could be.
What could it be?
What did you see?
Did something change?
Did I skip I beat?
Did I miss a post?
Did I miss a tweet?
I think we're a product of our generation,
We want our love on Netflix simulation,
Give me all your love right now,
Binge loving, there's no patience.
Then it's on to next,
What else is out, tell me what's next?
I Tivo'd our relationship, so I can skip through all the mess.
There's plenty of fish,
But the sea is rotten,
Forget to log in and you’re forgotten.
So you bounce over Tinder,
But those girls are far from tender,
Swipe left when you mean to swipe right,
Oh well, new girl up, no need to remember.
OK Cupid will leave you stupid,
So you Zoosk away for your Match,
And you’re just hoping for some Harmony,
So you get the perfect catch.
We've got that ADHD love,
Short attention span of the heart.
Is my point coming in clear?
Okay well let me back up and restart.
On Friday she was my baby,
On Saturday she was like maybe,
On Sunday we ain't even speak,
On Monday everything crazy.
On Tuesday not one word,
On Wednesday not one peep.
On Thursday only silence,
On Friday I hit delete.
Last Friday you were going strong,
This Friday got you weak,
This is short attention span love,
Only 7 days but what a hell of a week. 

David Anthony




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About the Poet

David Anthony is an aspiring television & screenwriter, current web blogger, and online journalist specializing in sports related and men’s guide topics. He currently manages his own blog “Innocent Thoughts of a Guilty Man”, a blog dedicated to his love of poetry with artistic expression of his journeys through life and love. Born in New Brunswick, New Jersey, he now resides in Los Angeles, California.

Website:   INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN
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    Faith Underwood, Curator

     Writer. Poet. Lover.

    I'm sure that poetry was my first writing love.
    It was already in me and then I ran into, Nikki.  
    Nikki Giovanni, and maybe a little Sister Soldier.
    Such beautiful words. The flows, behold her.
    My love for words and rhymes increased as I grew.  
    While listening to the realest Lauryn Hill,
    And a whole bunch of Erykah Badu.
    My writing hands were sprinkled with tunes of Aaliyah.
    And Alicia. And Anita Baker. 
    Missy Elliot was the hottest on the block.
    Singing is it the way to my words..
    Like the songstress Jill Scott.
    TLC bodied the sexy in me.

    So I now bring my own words of inspiration. Words of meditation. Words to get you thinking bout that night. Words to help you feel alright. Words to... share parts of me. I pray that you receive them readily.

    FAITH U.
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