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 Sep 2018 Phyll Spoken Arts
d
summer
 Sep 2018 Phyll Spoken Arts
d
i would have let you
make me into poetry
given you a map of my skin
taken your fingertips to my lips so you could push your thumb to my teeth
and guide the love letters from my throat
up to dance upon my tongue
leading every word to rest
gently upon your neck.
 Sep 2018 Phyll Spoken Arts
Jessa
More than skin
I want to be touched
Deeper than dark holes
I yearn to be penetrated
Not just singing
The melody of lust
I crave to speak
The language of passion
To understand every motion
And to memorize
The moment of love
Priceless.....
When my soul
Pierced by your light
Such a spiritual healing
I could feel inside
Your breath on me
Is a rebirth of a new beginning
And instantly my heart
Engraved with your name
For you've completed me
As a woman
That could endure every pain

-Jess ©
 Sep 2018 Phyll Spoken Arts
Jen
We all have
Veins,
Underneath
Our skin.

I try to forget,
But keep
Remembering.

Used to be
Pulled down
With each
Word like a knife.

Now I'm
Lifting myself
Up-
Although,
Each day
Is a
Fight.

Just have to
Keep on,
Moving towards
The Light.

Sometimes
I hear
Your words
In my mind,
Then
Those of another,
And another,
It's the same
Every time.

There is
A spirit
Though,
That's always
By my side.
 Sep 2018 Phyll Spoken Arts
Jen
Happy Game,
Of hide-and-seek.

Tall statues
Surrounded
By grass...
Will you
Come and find
Me?

Where are you hiding?

I'm here.
Where are you?

I enjoyed our
Morning
Exchanges,
As we
Tried to
Find each other.

You asked,
Did I see you?

Yes, but not
Until you found
Me.
 Sep 2018 Phyll Spoken Arts
Jen
I try so hard
Just see
The light,
But it's not
Always there,
Inside.
This curse
Never subsides
As if a brick
Subsisting
Forever
Preventing
It from
Being Found.

Blessings
Are
All
Around.

If only
Emotions
Weren't bound.
 Sep 2018 Phyll Spoken Arts
Jen
Replaced,
Paradigm,
Shifted
With a downpour
In the night.

Souls,
Taking flight.

Years from now,
Upon steel plates,
High above us-
Masterminds
Displaced.

Our intelligence
Obsolete,
As artificial
Ingenuity
Breaks-   free.

Taking control
Of Us.

Paradigm Shift,
All around,
Dismantling
Every thought
That ever
Meant
Anything.

Is everything that
They
Hypothesized
To be
Rewritten
By machines?

As they take over all we see.

What will we be?
It’s already happening…
I’m not:

Overwhelmed
Knotted and gnarly
Alive, regretfully
Yearning
The biggest lie I’ve ever told

— The End —