Name: Daljit Singh Sokhi
Lives In: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Inspired by Humble the Poet. Each poem is done using my own original ideas.
do u ever go to unfollow someone but then u see some rly good posts and u just kind of
you can stay
drake stoppin the game to see if the ladies in the crowd are being treated well
what about that guy in the back tryna dunk without a ball
dont stunt his game
nah yo see the game plan was Drake was supposed to give that dude an alley-oop pass, but since Drake stopped to make the sure the ladies be doing fine, it makes the dude look like an idiot. Actually…. I just realized that the dude isn’t even on the same team as Drake. So he was just an idiot to begin with.
I know most people who follow me are only here for the art but if anyone's curious, here we go. o/
1: Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie.
2: Talk about your first kiss.
3: Talk about the person you've had the most intense romantic feelings for.
4: Talk about the thing you regret most so far.
5: Talk about the best birthday you've had.
6: Talk about the worst birthday you've had.
7: Talk about your biggest insecurity.
8: Talk about the thing you are most proud of.
9: Talk about little things on your body that you like the most.
10: Talk about the biggest fight you've ever had.
11: Talk about the best dream you've ever had.
12: Talk about the worst dream you've ever had.
13: Talk about the first time you had sex/how you imagine your first time.
14: Talk about a vacation.
15: Talk about the time you were most content in life.
16: Talk about the best party you've ever been to.
17: Talk about someone you want to be friends with.
18: Talk about something that happened in elementary school.
19: Talk about something that happened in middle school.
20: Talk about something that happened in high school.
21: Talk about a time you had to turn someone down.
22: Talk about your worst fear.
23: Talk about a time someone turned you down.
24: Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot.
25: Talk about an ex-best friend.
26: Talk about things you do when you're sick.
27: Talk about your favorite part of someone else's body.
28: Talk about your fetishes.
29: Talk about what turns you on.
30: Talk about what turns you off.
31: Talk about what you think death is like.
32: Talk about a place you remember from your childhood.
33: Talk about what you do when you are sad.
34: Talk about the worst physical pain you've endured.
35: Talk about things you wish you could stop doing.
36: Talk about your guilty pleasures.
37: Talk about someone you thought you were in love with.
38: Talk about songs that remind you of certain people.
39: Talk about things you wish you'd known earlier.
40: Talk about the end of something in your life.
The “Saying What’s Real” poems are all just ideas in my head, with no particular theme (sometimes there is). It’s a more serious tone compared to my other poetry. It doesn’t get any more real than this; it’s directly about me and certain things on my mind.
#64 - Saying What’s Real: Chapter 7
Why is my best work always about my anger?
Storm clouds in my head emulating thunder
Soaking in the rainfall asking how much longer
Is there someone with an umbrella for me to stand under?
And then you’ll ask, what’s source of the anger?
Was it a blunder? A regret I wonder?
Did a girl dump you making you a loner?
Wait; did you even have a girl to say that you fuck her?
I guess it’s just a little bit of everything
Sounding like an emotional Drake song if I could sing
Put them in a chemical mix and it’ll layer out non-homogenously
Can’t drain it away, poisonous as it is, got to deal with it properly
Carefully, analyze my thoughts ever so carefully
To be dealt with first is something I need to choose carefully
Poor hand I’ve been dealt, have to decide wisely
What is the right move to make? Mistakes can be made easily
The common good word is to just get a girlfriend
Hold her by the waist bringing her closer
Kiss her a few times, turn her around and tell her to bend
Just open the gates wide so that I can enter
Then let the oxytocin rush to my head, after getting some head
As for some reason in life this is how a man gets ahead
Fucking and getting jerked as to getting a career instead
People getting tips from “How to Get a Girlfriend” that they’ve read
As if it was that easy, just following the steps
Because every girl looks the same, right? A single form of beauty
Format; Tall and skinny, with a big ass and titties
A flawless complexion and deemed cute to act stupid and silly
And you wonder why so many girls hate the way they look
Because every dude is reading the same fucking book
Forcing girls to conform into the characters of the stupid story
And the plot is how girls can never be who they are born to be
Apparently that is how you become the man of the year
Girls everywhere, parties and shots to the liver as a souvenir
Smoking weed, blowing O’s into the atmosphere
Just so we’re clear, I’m mentally stabbing you with a spear
Insecure girls that I see all around, looking straight to the ground
Beautiful princesses that were never considered to be crowned
Astounds me, countless talks trying to sound so profound
But I can’t save them all, some have already drowned
And it hurts to know, pain is something that I know
But hardly show, but it is strongly felt though
A cold feeling inside, like an empty cave
With no fire to start, for warmth I crave
But get off my case about how a girl will save me
Not every girl I meet is the one that I’ll marry
Can’t blame me for not having the desire anymore
Every time I open up, I become a prey to the predator
All that time wasted messaging you through the phone
Sharing a side of me that had a very thoughtful tone
But you end up with a dude who ditched you with broken bones
Who was it that took you to the medical emergency zone?
Yeah and now I’m gone, been better off on my own
So much good that I have shown
Only to get my head smashed with a stone
Carrying all the weight of the pain that I condone
Just another flower with thorns as I walk through the garden
Fingertips bleeding, but eventually it’ll heal again
Beautiful flowers, which is the right one to pick
I’ve chosen so many but it always ends up as a trick
But never let that stop me from letting girls know
That they are never alone, that there is room to grow
That if you allow happiness to come from another
They have the power to take it away, love becomes cheaper
Then you’ll share my anger in which I don’t wish to
True happiness has always came from within you
There is never a point in seeking another to be with you
Stay true to who you are and the right person will come to you
My anger has grown and has become a part of me
Raging inside, but I’m starting to cool my anatomy
It is a part of me; my anger is something I try to conceal
Anger; The seventh chapter of Saying What’s Real