Don’t write for the flesh, Write for time. Right your wrongs so you can find peace of mind. Release your burdens now take a piece of mine… Ill cut raw slabs of these heinous crimes, It should be a felony some of the things ive inscribed in these Lines Speaking with my uncle behind a glass screen confined… My father too busy for me I could see he was blind.. I was behind every face...
Its gotten so cold at night I can smell the ashes from my cracked skin The heat that used to swim through my veins like Sardines in a perpetually enchanted and mystified river has.. Suddenly cease to flow I feel like a candle sitting in corner of an empty room whose lost its glow.. We used to dance to the drums of our heartbeat , falling in love , smiling and laughing But now Ive fallen...
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power....– i know
Those times when someone you hate is staring at...
Whenever I run My beautiful sin Is calling outside And it’s that that reminds...– The Veils. (via figuratively)
remastered They say ”they never really miss you till you dead or you gone” so on that note Im leaving after this poem.. Ima keep moving displacing my faces to find a place where i Belong and I aint really asking for you to come along but hol on. I was birthed from wedlocked by lakisha Harris and some dude In DC which compels me to believe I was the the fruit from the forbidden tree and...
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eternallycoilingserpent: I am forever haunted by the curse of lucid dreams Just when I awake, I learn I am still asleep I woke up once to find an image outside my blinds an image formed by mind an image of flats and brine The gulls were diving and to my surprise pulled flowers from the water; flowers most divine They dropped the garlands
There are alot of things I learned since being in college, all of which i would not list. most of which I wont list. But One that is important, mainly irrelevant for the purpose of my presence here is stinging me. For everyone is here for a degree, while indirectly working towards a degree in a socialism, friendships. There are many type of friendships, I use to define them as either enemies,...
They say ”they never really miss you till you dead or you gone” so on that note Im leaving after this poem.. Ima keep moving displacing my faces to find a place where i Belong and I aint really asking for you to come along but hol on. I was birthed from wedlocked by lakisha Harris and Jammie Jackson In the slums of DC which compels me to believe I was the the fruit from the...
poetrysoup: pseudo—p0et: I am quick to forgive, for, at least to me, there is no greater pain than that of bad blood with someone I had once loved. And though I forgive — I smile, I laugh, I weave in and out of your life as you should see fit, I try my hand at patience and kindness — I never, ever forget. And everything hurts a little bit more after the first mistake.
My Last song
If I could regress an relapse the way I strung words together and wrote my chords last night, I would no matter weather I am content with it or its a masterpiece But its like the faster we sing this song the more out of tune the guitar is played. If it can be played at all, the Melody of the piano grows out of touch and more importantly the harp of our heart is not as tranquil anymore. I...
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.– Semisonic (via mrskweliharmony)
Taking that L
When I wake up,and shortly thereafter, I decide whether this is going to be a good day or a bad day. This being contingent upon whether or not I had all 9 hours of my sleep..whether or not my mom trys to harass me with chores and whether or not my girl text me ” hey ” or “hi”.. if yes is checked to any of these circumstances odds are my day will go by fairly slow and not...
Why am I awake
For some reason its 5:12 am and I am not slumbering away or dreaming of a time where my family was together, though I only dreamt of that once. Im not one to dwell into fantasys. I live in reality… but i digress. I have class at 1230. Why am I awake, it could been from when my mom called me accidentally a couple hours ago. Im still trying to figure out was I ever, really even asleep. I...
I want to be remembered long after im gone, long after you grieve. I leave all of me in the hands of history
I want to write about
I want to write about how annoying you can be to me and how hard you are to please. There are 7 continents and I would rather be in earths core going through cremation than trying to feed your undying expectations. I want to write about how fucking tall you are face to face and sometimes I try to kiss you the back of my heels rockets to space. The jokes that come my way in abundant loads, ...
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I will officially commence today
This is what my girl friend said to me--cant wait...
I love the sound of your voice. It is so soothing, I wish i can listen to it all day everyday. It makes me happy when I’m sad. I can never stay mad at you when you’re talking, no matter how much I try. Your voice is extremely sexy, I don’t think you know how much power over me you really have with it, it’s so seductive. Ask me anything and I can’t say no. I know that...
Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and...– MLK (via lifeasthathighkid)
It was my own world— every spheric curve was traced by me any explosion or eruption would not bleed or impede into the circuits of another human being. From years of heart breaking , Ive been reduced to being sainless continuous nerve shocking renderd my spirit painless not cause the pain stopped but because I could not take it I stopped letting people in, relationships started...
abstractescape: Death mediates a top of my empty grave Awaitin’ till the time I go down to the river. This time it ain’t to be a swimmin’ The clock we hear is painfully tickin’ Just to listen, the tone is sickenin’ I hear him, death, a callin’ For me to quickly go a swimmin’ Death mediates on top my deep grave Awaitin’ till the time I go up to the heavens. To take me to the gates of hell! ...
damnthatswhatshesaid: This is what i image hell consists of I don’t think I can handle the baby boy. My goodness. Help. Follow Damn! That’s What She Said! for more!
You went through the milky way and landed on Mars, what did you find? You left earth in mind that theirs life elsewhere, was it real? Were the laws on the crimson sphere aligned with Terra? Were the waters as pure and crystalline as Hers? But for sure the wind took you places uncharted. The glamour of it’s rocks were exotic, no? And its chasms as foreign as lost cities, walking atop...
I am A living Kamikaze I die so that those before me shall live and Indeed I did, I died when my father left my mom for 3 months to take a trip down carolina, he left his son.. he left us torn, ripped apart and scorned, and sometimes we needed our ass worn some one to teach us a lesson, the difference between cold and warm.. but we headed no warnings, no arms to embrace our fragile body,...
Just talked to my gurl.. feel like i got alot of things sorted out, i will finish later..but feeling more satisfied fols.. disregard my other tumblr post, deleted it lol
I like scrolling down on tumblr and then when I...