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Rocksteadylettie
Rocksteadylettie
31/F/Los Angeles Living the ceremony of life, my medicine is writing
I asked my dad to lend me one of his hats I got Booked for a part in a popular tv show as a field worker How about that? It’s perfect. That’s where I come from In the early morning hours he stopped by my home and left me one of his favorite sombreros and a small lemon cake The memories lemon cake brings are bittersweet Years ago, when I was a kid and I was too high, lemon cake was the only thing I could eat Now it’s the life I grow inside of me’s favorite treat Feelings that a lemon cake could bring Are tangy but sweet Like my adolescence I take a bite and memories surrender And they’re welcomed, I’m grateful to be able to remember Where I come from.
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Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 3:40 AM UTC
Lemon cake
Ayer conosci el Poderoso Kambo En una ceremonia, es veneno lo que te estan dando Desde la espalda de una rana, tres puntitos a mi piel, vomito y me sana Sana sana espaldita de rana Te doy las gracias Hoy me desperte con ganas Y en mis sueños recorde esas memorias Lindas Que atraves de trauma, tristesa, y abuso a ambos se nos olvida Respiro profundo Aire libre Ranita venenosa tu medicina me sirve Y por hoy vivire en el lla y en el presente Algo que no e podido hacer ni tener en mente.
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Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC
Kambo
Labor pain I write this through a haze Going in and out remembering grey days I woke up from a dream Where I had to fend from three They didn’t even know me I was only 13 Labor pain I’ve moved past the blame But how can make sure You’re Journey doesn’t go the same? I wanna protect you from the world But the world taught me It is what you make it When I was only 15 Labor pain This is my labor pain I’ve cut the chord So you won’t have to feel my shame Labor pain This is my own labor pain It’s not yours I’m doing the best I can To make sure your playground is free rein
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Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 5:31 PM UTC
LABOR PAIN
The birds and the bees Morning electric Afternoon zzzz’s Temptation is the greatest treason I’m trying to do the all the right things for the wrong reasons Because you and me We were epistolary All the poems you wrote me Hollow letters with no ink. You say it was fun I know it was fate This is the last letter I won’t sign it with hate But if I never see you again, It’ll be too soon To get close to my heart You’ll have to rip it from the ******* moon
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 4:26 PM UTC
Epistolary
Those who seek clarity, The purity of the mind Beyond the science, beyond the lies Leaving all facts behind For what you are exists right here For what you have arrived What if you feel the way I do For nothing but for mankind Be known for being, not for doing For saving yourself around to find For what exists right here For what you have arrived What if you feel the way I do For nothing but mankind
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Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 12:43 AM UTC
Consciousness
An artist with mad composition A confused disposition Double the list of failed repetitions With pencil in hand, I looked at you. I began. And drew pictures of what your insides might look like. Black and green, Strokes of yellow and tangerine Like LA skies I saw you in a dream Now you’re right before my eyes And I close. with pencil in hand I began, And drew pictures of possible futures if you decided to hang And drew pictures of me with neatly tied up hands Behind my back With pencil in hand I drew your eyes looking at Me. Piercing Unconditionally If the divine did lead me Double the reason To have you in me Deeply. I had a muse I can use, with pencil in hand I began And drew peaceful days with you by my side And drew wild *** parties, ****** and chicken thighs And drew you with me And drew pictures of what that could mean doesn’t matter to me So long I see you in peace So long I have with me A pencil in hand, some paper And so I began
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Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 9:51 AM UTC
Andrew
A poem can find a dark soul at night The rebirth I had after I sat with my plight The demons I held onto and encompassed me with their wings Spoke of wild, dark, and wicked things. And I felt warm there I felt raw Like an ice sculpture exposed to the sun. Slowly waiting to thaw. Or a cocoon forgotten in winter, Made it to spring I climbed out of my cocoon when I put down that drink. I spread my wings when I had enough, Enough of men who used me to feel tough. And I flew high above the clouds Right before my death I looked right into my shadow. And she said, “I’ll see you again” “You’ve won this fight, but not the battle”
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Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 1:20 AM UTC
Dark night of the soul
I welcome the guides of the highest truth and compassion To take me with you tonight I’ve lost sight and all Passion. On the corner of my bed I got lost in the wall Nothing was said Nothing at all I laid my head back, my attention to the ceiling. Please take me now, I don’t like this feeling. My sadness like then night air I can’t touch or see it, but to painful to bare “Take me, take me” It became a prayer... Silver owl that’s when I met you. I was letting love down, and you didn’t let me I was gonna stay down Free me from me. When I felt your warmth Encompass me whole And then I saw black, In dream state I woke Wondering what had become of my soul You held me close you whispered in my ear; “I’ve been with you since you were born, I’m here now my dear there’s no need to fear. I was born of your mothers, mother My energy is strong. Negativity I smother” TRUST THE PROCESS The ups, the downs the highs, and the lows This pain is a lesson, the more you will know You are now awake. Open all three eyes. This is a gift, You will seek truth from where there is lies. I love you now and I will love forever Wake up stardust Begin your human endeavor I woke up 12hours going on 29 years later.
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Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 12:39 AM UTC
Silver Owl
I came to the desert far far away in the beam of the heat to find recluse, and hide from la ley. with a backpack and a few dollars I could see me I could almost see me free en el otro lado but hardship and struggle does not care whether or not i am truly blessed, All they saw was the color of my skin brown and oppressed they ordered me to undress, if i attest i will die need i tell you the rest? I came to the dessert far far away i came with a friend we walked all day in this last day of may. Its truly remarkable, what true friendship beholds when two people help each other perserver like they should i suppose.
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Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 6:50 PM UTC
IN THE DESERT