Poetry

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Through the leaves

Concrete to his back a field lined with trees to his front The wind in his face and peace in his heart The leaves dance on the murmuring kisses the breeze provides Pessimistic eyes scour the sky as if on a hunt Searching for a flaw that will allow him to tear it all apart…

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The power of stone

Edged in stone were promises defiled by time Laws of nature we left behind  Claims of truth that rang through the dark Arrows of justice that rarely hit their mark As the waves crash on this shore They break as sudden currents invade their core Whispers of lies dance on the salty taste of reality…

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I don’t know why

The lights are out, music plays in the background Darkness broken by a shout, a sobbing sound On his knees, spit hangs from his lip Screaming a plea, he knows is forfeit “Why must I cry, why yearn to die?” Amidst his tears, releases a sigh His hand reaches for his drink, he requires a…

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Freedom

Oh freedom, the sands of corruption blanketed your once gorgeous bosom Your smile lost in a maelstrom of injustices and empty promises Yet there you stand with a passion that burns ever so bright But upon further inspection, the flames aren’t flickering right They are burning the rights of the souls lost in your eyes…

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It’s about me

Tell the stars that their shine is no longer needed Tell the sun to turn blue because yellow is outdated Tell the moon to find another planet Circling around me all day tell him I won’t have it I am the one who can make the earth stop spinning The one who told the birds…

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To be perfect

To be black in a world of preconception is uniquely frustrating As if the color of your skin depicts the person they are seeing Or perhaps not a person but a thing An animal lost in a future due to its history being stolen Stripped of one but left with a clipped wing Forced to…

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I love poetry

If hip hop was weed then poetry would be crack An addiction from which you cannot come back RnB would be alcohol, and Rock would be ecstasy And pop would be the over the counter drugs because it’s just so easy And music, in general, would be simple cigarettes Now picture yourself at a party…

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If I could

The days whisper with promises of money And it’s just so funny Because I listen with the intent to collect But this dream is easily wrecked The work I have to do before I get the prize To reach the truth I swim through lies I deceive myself and force myself to move forward But…

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This one is for you 2

Duae Animea Vita Una You started walking on a path, few tread upon The world’s music means nothing to your song You can dance to the melody your smiles create You two were meant for each other, and I’m no fan of fate But you hold something many wish to gain, more valuable than any…

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It isn’t over

I wrote away my dark, I told away the tears But my inspiration isn’t over yet I penned away my thoughts, I scribbled away my past But my motivation isn’t over yet I illustrated away my pain, I created away my future But my insanity isn’t over yet I made away my regrets, I molded…

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Can you hear him?

Can you hear him whispering behind his window Can you hear the rain tick against the glass ever so slow To remind him that the rain hasn’t stopped for years But the pavement isn’t drenched with water but with blood and tears The revolution has started, and the mob is cold hearted Can’t distinguish friend…

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Born to be alone

Maybe I was born to be alone Did I sleep when hands reached out to me Were my eyes closed when they called out to me Do I have selective hearing Maybe it’s nothing I’m fearing And it’s just who I am Perhaps I’m just a broken man Harboring forgotten pain Or I’m really insane…

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Double Standard

Could it be that honesty met integrity and officially stated that women hate it That men look at their back and judge from that if they should approach her Does logic not occur, doesn’t it make sense that the first sentence of a conversation Shouldn’t be about the booty, or is it just me Could…

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Hiding myself

I cower behind words I know you’ll accept Seek refuge with statements I can easily take back I paint lines on my face to distract you from my eyes Stand in the middle of truth so you won’t suspect my lies Cry false tears of real pain, so you can see I’m hurt Place a…

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A flawed imagination

I’m the most terrible writer alive, I can’t even write a happy piece. In almost all of my stories someone has to die, or get tortured. I read one of my stories and I swear to you I was killing millions of people. And the reason why was to settle a wager. And if I’m…

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