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Sung to ‘Space Oddity’ by David Bowie
Grind Control to Mat-hair Don
Grind Control to Mat-hair Don
Then Wayne The Wise went with his legion,
The arm of freedom fighters erupted the Higgins
Commanding his squadron he trusted fully
The might of his fervor and mercy of God
Slung he his bolt action o’er his shoulder,
Seemingly...
Friends come and go... Like ships 🛳 that are full of a lot of cargo....There are those that are not in reach or seem out of sight...
i see you Ellipsis
joining the sweet mellow with your soil
calling out in the distance where white flags sing
where black-eyed susan used to dance
in the shadows you ache to see me
The road down to hell is paved with good intentions
what’s love,
when the lust is gone
You lied and you stood hidden from sight
giving him the keys to steal my soul
My heart pounded with fury
Let's go to a party
no really I havent gone to one in
the past 7 hours
but don't forget the drinks
bring the wine and get ready to dine
these grapes of wrath aren't leaving any room for mercy
I await the day you drown in your own sorrows
Your pain will drown you and suffocate you
the way you suffocated me
You will stop breathing unlike me
more alive than ever without your hands,
Friendship was all I saw between us
It was all I wanted for you and I
You saw something else
Pouring me a cup of your drink that wanted me delusional
Hoping to intoxicate me just enough
My toes creep backward as I will my feet forward
There is a volcano erupting in my stomach
Why are there so many eyes on me?
Would walking down the ladder save me?
Deep breath
Small jump
Gravity's turn
I'm sorry
it's the simple curse of existence
"It's not polite for little girls to sit like that,
you're a respectable lady now aren't you?
It's a woman's job, you'll have to get used to it."
Match strikes box
Friction becomes flame
Slowly, steadily
The hand stretches to reach its goal.
1920s, New York
A young woman,
Brother, father. A son and daughter.
See, fresh water.
Look, there’s an otter!
What’s an otter doing underwater?
Dear Angel,
I love to watch you sleep
I love watching you breathe
Closely, next to me
Gently, like the nightingale
On your bed when you turn you
Steal the curve of a loadstone
Found poetry based on the article 5 Lies My Friends With Eating Disorders Have Told Me.
Just me, all alone in this big hungry city!
All I wanted was something.
eye// would give you a QuEeF... name
bu tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
YOO are neither honorable nor wise enough
If heaven has placed it in your hands
Oh! The throne is destined to be yours
You hold the Imperial seal
You have the power to turn things around
The strength to take that step
He can feel you
Drifting far away
But he can't see through
What you do not say
Take a step back
Don't lose your ground
Remember how you felt before
And if you care about him
I look at the stars late at night
The wind that blows against my face is very cold
I did whatever I could to make you shine bright
When you where lonely I was always there for you to hold
I look at the stars late at night
The wind that blows against my face is very cold
I did whatever I could to make you shine bright
When you were lonely I was always there for you to hold
I waited for you to fall into my arms.
Instead, I just felt you slipping away.
-expectations
Did you forget last January?
Memories fade like time
But time returns, it finds you making merry
While already planning to be new again next year
Mother didn't care
Father didn't know.
Now dear heart,
You are all alone.
No one notices,
Or really even cares.
They won't see you.
Just a broken girl.
I have never really been considered an open book,
But because you love me,
I have learned to open my front cover,
And let my insides spill everywhere.
Because I love you I don’t mind being a mess,
A plant is valued solely by its perfection
So, I begin to realize now I must be a weed.
You see the gardener tends to her blossoms and buds,
Controlling every aspect of their foundation.
Where are those good old moments?
Those days a car could be bought for 100 naira,
Now using100 naira to satisfy hunger is impotent
We have always been told the future will be Clearer.
Come give me your thoughts
The toad ordered the flies
Then promptly threw a sticky tongue
To the bold that ventured nigh
Looking back at the year prior
Makes the road ahead seem daunting.
Taking apart the person I was,
The closest I can describe is passion.
A rekindling of a dying and tired flame, thus,
Despite living in an area filled with lights; it still lacks stars.
Despite having an immense crowd of people; individuals are still lonely.
Despite the city, being filled with department stores; individuals have empty closets.
Who are you? How did you do that? I cried as I looked back in time,
He wrapped his icy arms around my waist, we stood there, intertwined,
At age seven, she saw she didn't belong,
she didn't look like the other girls
"It's okay", she would say,
her glow-up would be soon.
At age twelve, she tried make-up to hide the imperfections.
Greener was the ground before we walked
Purer was the air before we breathed
Cleaner was the the water before we swam
The future is many pathways, it eludes us
Our past is the memories of the people, it haunts us
Crimson and chocolate
Crimson and chocolate
They may not seem like much of a pair
Yet their taste is exceedingly rare
I guess she could taste the splendor
Though as for her taste, one is never to sure
Pen in my hand
Sharper than a knife
Trying to create the right
Assortment of words
Crumpled papers
All across the floor
Within my body
I am at war
I keep writing
He was my way of coping
A wall I'd put up
To see who would jump over
And who would give up
Someone else had come before
And made it near the journey's end
However they fell short, leaving scars
Instagram was the first to tell me my,
“Melanin was poppin”
Yes, Instagram has become more
Than picture croppin
Dear Kiara, Kiara Brandon, It's been a while since I saw you ma'am In time I will heal From the sores that you dealed Dear Kiara, Kiara Brandon, I hope Jesus forgives evil women You're a wolf in sheeps clothing I wasn't blind, just not knowing
How wonderful it must beTo be one with the skyTo spread out your wingsAnd let your body flyAway from depressionAway from judgementAway from life
Tell the truth, we've heard it before
Even though it makes us close some doors.
Lock them shut and swallow the key.
Hoping it will never be me.
The one who truth makes it's victim,
With it's socalled wisdom.
Through darkness is our path toward light.
Through darkness our path is obstructed.
For it takes one to rise above and see the path clearly.
We may think we see the path.
But we are only reaching towards
She calls us “petulant, self-indulgent”
My voice cracks
Society says we’re hot for now
Look at all the new inclusive media!
Within ourselves, us othered folk
You: Writing this paper is not the most enjoyable way to spend a Friday night
