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Sep 2018 Dominic Wright

Mr Xelle

unwanted time is symbolic
Cause it seems like we never have enough
Without money or talking you can’t get it back.
Without the media and a clock would it really matter what day it was?
Without your hand on mine woudl I really care of a proposal?
Without you saying my name would I really care who calls me ?
Time is so overrated it surpasses the mind
And yet I sit here watching the times we had together and now that there gone I watch another on what they do with there’s ....strange isn’t it

Sep 2018 Dominic Wright

One day when I turn into cosmic dust

Sep 2018 Dominic Wright

Tara

One day when I turn into cosmic dust

If I hug you tighter, will I imprint you in my arms?
So I can carry you with me,
past the heavens,
past the rain,
past the pain.

I’ll hold your every ache on my back,
till I turn to cosmic dust.
When I seize to exist,
is the only time you can leave me in the mist.

I know that’s selfish of me,
but you I truly need.
Don’t forget you’re the one who told me my mind plays tricks on me.
You’re the one who told me to go grow on my own.

You said you’d always be there,
and I’m not letting you go,
before I let go.

One day we’ll shine down with the stars together,
and join the sun feeding all your favorite roses,
but till that day the soils are our home,
no matter where the other goes.

#love #family #selfish #need #nature #metaphor #sun #roses #flowers #soil

Sep 2018 Dominic Wright

The Process

Sep 2018 Dominic Wright

Gods1son

The Process

I once had a flash of inspiration
To birth a new invention
Did a lot of investigation
Gathered a lot of information
Saw positive indications
Boosted my motivation
There was a team formation
People of same dedication
We had brainstorming sessions
Listed all the specifications
Began the implementation
Encountered a few obstructions
Made necessary modifications
Noticed a couple defections
Applied the proper corrections
And we had a successful completion!

This write-up is the actual invention loool

Sep 2018 Dominic Wright

Tell me.

Sep 2018 Dominic Wright

ForgottenRhymes

Tell me.

Tell me not how the sun sets,
Tell me how he rises,
Tell ne not how a flower dies,
Tell me how she blossoms,
Tell me not where the stars disappear,
Tell me how dance alongside the moon,
Tell me not how the moon changes,
Tell me how each night she finds the courage to outshine the darkness,
Tell me not how they died,
But how they lived.

Sep 2018 Dominic Wright

Raining daisies

Sep 2018 Dominic Wright

emnabee

Raining daisies

What if it rained daisies today?
And no one got wet
and nothing washed away?

What if the sun shone bright
as daisies flew?

What if the breeze blew
soft daisies like spinners
in the wind?

Would we all be happy then?

#daisies #rain

Sep 2018 Dominic Wright

The end

Sep 2018 Dominic Wright

PEARL SMOKE

The end

So where are the drugs ?
I’ve been Running long .
marathons where no matter how fast I runned? how much Effort I put in ? For none of it to ever be seen. Wether I gave my all & pushed further to doing Better than my best?
I exceeded my strength & held strong for occasions that would have been real reasons to
drop it all.

So where are the drugs?
It doesn’t matter anymore .
Drug addiction is not happiness.
Some don’t believe it’s a disease?
That’s a shame..
No dope fein is happy
No drug addict loves there habit.
Once Addicted , all feelings are changed. Your high is far different from that other person who’s consuming for the party.
To enjoy & Have fun.
Addicts are miserable.

Where are the drugs ?
My struggle is always Twisted around. I’m always doubted.
Always looked at wrong .
My savior ended up being my destroyer.
Left me 4 dead a thousand times .
Why so many ?
I should have been left huh?
I loved him .
Loved .

Prt1

Sep 2018 Dominic Wright

SHOOTING STAR

Sep 2018 Dominic Wright

Evenus George Ngutoto

SHOOTING STAR

A good day I never knew,
A new day had no difference,
Every point tests the same.

Time rot in my bowl,
Sand was breakfast,
A cold stone lunch,
Time rot in my bowl.

Time rot in my bowl,
Until the day a shooting star stuck on my sky.
A shooting star that brighten my day.

Time rot in my bowl no more,
The beautiful shooting star made my day beautiful,
My shooting star,
With brightness you have beautify my sky,
Now when in trouble I can look up,
And hope for the best.

Now miracles shine under my sky,
My shooting star your smile shakes my heart,
Your dance rains my joy.

Ooh! My shooting star,
Stuck in my sky forever.

May time no longer rot in my bowl,
For you are that spice I waited for,
Dreamt of,
Imagine each day and night,
My shooting star stuck in my sky.

Ooh! My heart praise the Lord almighty,
For the shooting star stuck in my sky.

Keep on smiling,
For I dance for it, in ink.

When I think of that special friend of mine

#love #friendship #special #happiness #poem