afropicasso - Hello Poetry

It’s too long It’s too long for comfort. It’s starting to become unnatural Stretched Losing its elasticity. The bounce back isn’t as sharp and I’m seeing that now I’m realizing that. The recovery time is extending with every year or so, Healing isn’t as quick anymore. More time is being added to the que And there's nothing I can do about that but give it up to God. Let the universe take ahold of this catastrophic event— The time is out of your hands. I have an issue with control, where I let it manifest its way into my world and tell me how to do things “right..” Like a teacher seeing you mishandle the equipment time and time again— “Here, let go, let me show you how it’s done…” Well excuuuuse me. You gotta know when to let go. I battle with not knowing nothing at all Battle with guilt, shame. Thinking everything is on me, like I gotta carry all the weight in order to “reap.” This nauseous feeling creeps up reminding me of my wrongdoings—feeling so boxed in with every mistake I make there’s no room for grace i fret. I fret it’s too late for that too thin for that Lost its elasticity. Words mean nothing anymore—they’re just words vomiting out of one’s mouth. That box becomes smaller and smaller to the point you have to move out, there’s no more room for your ******** For thee ******** That heart that once pumped a thousand emotions at once has now stretched… Becoming thin Withered and tired. This isn’t normal, it’s too long for comfort.

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Aug 24, 2025

Aug 24, 2025 at 9:05 AM UTC

Accountability is a B*tch!

It’s too long It’s too long for comfort. It’s starting to become unnatural Stretched Losing its elasticity. The bounce back isn’t as sharp and I’m seeing that now I’m realizing that. The recovery time is extending with every year or so, Healing isn’t as quick anymore. More time is being added to the que And there's nothing I can do about that but give it up to God. Let the universe take ahold of this catastrophic event— The time is out of your hands. I have an issue with control, where I let it manifest its way into my world and tell me how to do things “right..” Like a teacher seeing you mishandle the equipment time and time again— “Here, let go, let me show you how it’s done…” Well excuuuuse me. You gotta know when to let go. I battle with not knowing nothing at all Battle with guilt, shame. Thinking everything is on me, like I gotta carry all the weight in order to “reap.” This nauseous feeling creeps up reminding me of my wrongdoings—feeling so boxed in with every mistake I make there’s no room for grace i fret. I fret it’s too late for that too thin for that Lost its elasticity. Words mean nothing anymore—they’re just words vomiting out of one’s mouth. That box becomes smaller and smaller to the point you have to move out, there’s no more room for your ******** For thee ******** That heart that once pumped a thousand emotions at once has now stretched… Becoming thin Withered and tired. This isn’t normal, it’s too long for comfort.

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An insomniac at heart, are you Trying to sleep even while you Are awake? Walking in the day, Night terrors plaguing your face, There was nothing I could do To wake you up from your Percieved reality.

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Oct 20, 2024

Oct 20, 2024 at 2:24 PM UTC

In Your Head

An insomniac at heart, are you Trying to sleep even while you Are awake? Walking in the day, Night terrors plaguing your face, There was nothing I could do To wake you up from your Percieved reality.

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Change is beautiful. It hurts in the most romantic ways. Feeling your loose wounds peel off as your body starts to reinvent itself. Nourishing the bones Elevating the heart.

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Sep 25, 2024

Sep 25, 2024 at 10:41 AM UTC

555

Change is beautiful. It hurts in the most romantic ways. Feeling your loose wounds peel off as your body starts to reinvent itself. Nourishing the bones Elevating the heart.

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Deep down in the submarine depths of an abyss Lies the burrows of your deepest desires. Wanting togetherness but in the context of Siamese twins. You can’t have your cake and eat it too. Those mummified remains still haunt you in your sleep— Obsessing over putrefied bottom fat and Nile rivers pouring in and out. You fornicated with women— Felt like you bombed the village or did it just feel bomb? Breaking sweats as if you’re a labored worker… Save it. Eventually you gotta meet your maker and confess. Idealizations and fantasies can only operate off inner truth and cravings. Only the strong willed can survive. Everything you preach is a myth— “ever heard of the Loc-ness monster? Boogeyman?” Yea like those myths… You’re a cracked out delusion of what you want to be, Look within and speak the real you.

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Apr 24, 2024

Apr 24, 2024 at 6:18 PM UTC

Untitled

Deep down in the submarine depths of an abyss Lies the burrows of your deepest desires. Wanting togetherness but in the context of Siamese twins. You can’t have your cake and eat it too. Those mummified remains still haunt you in your sleep— Obsessing over putrefied bottom fat and Nile rivers pouring in and out. You fornicated with women— Felt like you bombed the village or did it just feel bomb? Breaking sweats as if you’re a labored worker… Save it. Eventually you gotta meet your maker and confess. Idealizations and fantasies can only operate off inner truth and cravings. Only the strong willed can survive. Everything you preach is a myth— “ever heard of the Loc-ness monster? Boogeyman?” Yea like those myths… You’re a cracked out delusion of what you want to be, Look within and speak the real you.

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You used to want to hold me in your arms, Now the games give you solace. You’d tell me your every thought, Now we sit in stillness. I want to be there. Your episodes are new seasons to me. I share my body in ache for your showcase and closeness. Once you’re done with me you’re back on your solitude. I used to be your light, But I’ve dimmed the ‘shine’ with my selfishness. My job is to be there, But my presence feels so obsolete, Disconnected. I must be patient with you. Kiss me through the phone, I want to replenish your heart. Nurture you from the ground up, Water you with my affirmations. I hope my eyes still give you a kaleidoscopic dream. Wish things were the way they used to be. Now I barely see you and you’re right in my face. It’s like I’m frustrated But can’t be. I need to be there. Waking up every morning Hoping for a full moon. I feel like I’m losing you, Slipping through my fingers. Less than, Out of control. Like there’s no sense of time.

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Apr 23, 2024

Apr 23, 2024 at 7:02 PM UTC

18 Depressed Moons

You used to want to hold me in your arms, Now the games give you solace. You’d tell me your every thought, Now we sit in stillness. I want to be there. Your episodes are new seasons to me. I share my body in ache for your showcase and closeness. Once you’re done with me you’re back on your solitude. I used to be your light, But I’ve dimmed the ‘shine’ with my selfishness. My job is to be there, But my presence feels so obsolete, Disconnected. I must be patient with you. Kiss me through the phone, I want to replenish your heart. Nurture you from the ground up, Water you with my affirmations. I hope my eyes still give you a kaleidoscopic dream. Wish things were the way they used to be. Now I barely see you and you’re right in my face. It’s like I’m frustrated But can’t be. I need to be there. Waking up every morning Hoping for a full moon. I feel like I’m losing you, Slipping through my fingers. Less than, Out of control. Like there’s no sense of time.

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I overgave, my cup was so full I let it overflow and spill into a tsunami of tears and blood. I washed every crevice of my body to make myself pure. I tore myself apart at times to fit into the piece. Can you say I lost myself? Fell into this spiral of false identity. I spun myself ragged till I couldn’t breathe— till my heart exploded. I realize my own superpower, that everything I touch grows, but also changes. I’m free yet I feel the metaphorical shackles weighing my thoughts down, evil thoughts try to make a way in my body, telling me what I’ll miss in the absence. I try to steer myself away from that. You’re so far gone I don’t even recognize you, you’re not the person I fell in love with. I see a mirror but I also see a door, a door to another life. To try again, but better and with the new added tools. I have re-wired my brain back to my own truth. Forget what they’ve said, take only the good parts and scram with the negative. Don’t feel used, feel accomplished. Work here is done. I’m preparing myself for my future life. Let it go, babe. You have to release the grip, let it go… there’s something waiting for you, they’re waiting for you to heal, to keep going, they’ll be there, just focus on you.

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Apr 4, 2024

Apr 4, 2024 at 11:38 AM UTC

Conscious meets Subconscious

I overgave, my cup was so full I let it overflow and spill into a tsunami of tears and blood. I washed every crevice of my body to make myself pure. I tore myself apart at times to fit into the piece. Can you say I lost myself? Fell into this spiral of false identity. I spun myself ragged till I couldn’t breathe— till my heart exploded. I realize my own superpower, that everything I touch grows, but also changes. I’m free yet I feel the metaphorical shackles weighing my thoughts down, evil thoughts try to make a way in my body, telling me what I’ll miss in the absence. I try to steer myself away from that. You’re so far gone I don’t even recognize you, you’re not the person I fell in love with. I see a mirror but I also see a door, a door to another life. To try again, but better and with the new added tools. I have re-wired my brain back to my own truth. Forget what they’ve said, take only the good parts and scram with the negative. Don’t feel used, feel accomplished. Work here is done. I’m preparing myself for my future life. Let it go, babe. You have to release the grip, let it go… there’s something waiting for you, they’re waiting for you to heal, to keep going, they’ll be there, just focus on you.

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Hello birdie, You flown on my shoulder and sung me a melody. A melody that couldn’t be replicated A melody that was meant for me. I’ve been hooked to the tune ever since… My sweet birdie You’re so free. I fear you’ll soar so far You won’t come back home. I see you’re a special one Your melody is different. It sends fireworks through my veins— Rushing to my vitals— Pumping and generating pure love. How selfish of I to have something so beautiful. I wait on you by the window, But you’ve slowly stopped coming. I don’t look for any other symphony but yours. But I guess I’ve stopped listening to your song… I’ve shut my window and closed my ears. Tuned myself into other noise. You’ve flown so far from me I can no longer hear you. That is my fault… Have I taken advantage of your specialness? I fear you’ll sing that same melody elsewhere. God, my sweet songbird What have I done?… So gentle So serene. I fear you’ve already sung that special tune to someone else. Open my window and stick my head out, I put my ear against the wind And waited. Waiting… Is it too late? You’ve grown tired of singing to me But I won’t stop. I’ll stand by my window and wait. Wait till I hear your nectarous symphony again. I won’t stop Till I feel you on my shoulder once again, Home at last…

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Mar 25, 2024

Mar 25, 2024 at 9:25 PM UTC

You’re my Little Songbird

Hello birdie, You flown on my shoulder and sung me a melody. A melody that couldn’t be replicated A melody that was meant for me. I’ve been hooked to the tune ever since… My sweet birdie You’re so free. I fear you’ll soar so far You won’t come back home. I see you’re a special one Your melody is different. It sends fireworks through my veins— Rushing to my vitals— Pumping and generating pure love. How selfish of I to have something so beautiful. I wait on you by the window, But you’ve slowly stopped coming. I don’t look for any other symphony but yours. But I guess I’ve stopped listening to your song… I’ve shut my window and closed my ears. Tuned myself into other noise. You’ve flown so far from me I can no longer hear you. That is my fault… Have I taken advantage of your specialness? I fear you’ll sing that same melody elsewhere. God, my sweet songbird What have I done?… So gentle So serene. I fear you’ve already sung that special tune to someone else. Open my window and stick my head out, I put my ear against the wind And waited. Waiting… Is it too late? You’ve grown tired of singing to me But I won’t stop. I’ll stand by my window and wait. Wait till I hear your nectarous symphony again. I won’t stop Till I feel you on my shoulder once again, Home at last…

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I stood in the midst and took my oath Swore on my life I’d fight till my knees buckled. Murdered those close to me in sacrifice. Slained the ones that came close to you. Battled till I saw the sun, Weep and mourned till the moon appeared. Taking wounds after wounds, I rose and slained. Tread the rocky alps and strong tides. For what I thought was defending my own, Turned into a betrayal of deadly sins. I’ve thrown up the flag of ivory with the promise of relinquishing my fight.

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Mar 14, 2024

Mar 14, 2024 at 9:42 AM UTC

Samurai

I stood in the midst and took my oath Swore on my life I’d fight till my knees buckled. Murdered those close to me in sacrifice. Slained the ones that came close to you. Battled till I saw the sun, Weep and mourned till the moon appeared. Taking wounds after wounds, I rose and slained. Tread the rocky alps and strong tides. For what I thought was defending my own, Turned into a betrayal of deadly sins. I’ve thrown up the flag of ivory with the promise of relinquishing my fight.

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I’m made out of ***** That’s all I’m good for. As I age I see the meticulous effectiveness influence capability & endowment it has on mankind. The curse affliction & diabolical use man wants it for. She flaunts it like a Olympic champ he yearns it like a corner fiend. I’m nothing but ***** Scared like one. Beaten like one. ”It’s so wet” like the tears sitting on my cheeks ”It’s so warm” like my inferno heart. ***** desperate for attention but only made for mankind assumption.

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Jan 29, 2024

Jan 29, 2024 at 3:28 PM UTC

*****

I’m made out of ***** That’s all I’m good for. As I age I see the meticulous effectiveness influence capability & endowment it has on mankind. The curse affliction & diabolical use man wants it for. She flaunts it like a Olympic champ he yearns it like a corner fiend. I’m nothing but ***** Scared like one. Beaten like one. ”It’s so wet” like the tears sitting on my cheeks ”It’s so warm” like my inferno heart. ***** desperate for attention but only made for mankind assumption.

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The rain washes the ick from the world. Cleansing me. Healing me internally. Who would have thought that rain can rinse away the illness of the corrupted mind. Who knew such organic smells could transform your outer being. You’re a plant in mother nature’s womb. Kissed by lilacs and nurtured with the sap of a Thousand Oaks. Let the rain purify the marred heart and guide those lossless souls back to the innocent land. Like a fairy, travel back to the motherland of abundance and self love.

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Jan 29, 2024

Jan 29, 2024 at 3:10 PM UTC

Silly Little Nymph...

The rain washes the ick from the world. Cleansing me. Healing me internally. Who would have thought that rain can rinse away the illness of the corrupted mind. Who knew such organic smells could transform your outer being. You’re a plant in mother nature’s womb. Kissed by lilacs and nurtured with the sap of a Thousand Oaks. Let the rain purify the marred heart and guide those lossless souls back to the innocent land. Like a fairy, travel back to the motherland of abundance and self love.

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