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  Mar 2016 Rheanna S
Maple Mathers
My type,

Then, I got
**help.
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
  Mar 2016 Rheanna S
Maple Mathers
in trouble
~

I AM
the crime scene.
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)

one day I'm ******* SNAP
  Mar 2016 Rheanna S
Maple Mathers
Doesn't make her an
**Angel.
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
  Mar 2016 Rheanna S
NuBlaccSoul
Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Till your breath murmurs
my first name with every inhale
Till my voice is the only sound
your ears need to hear.

i would
rest my head on your breast
and listen
Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by
every noted word you harmonize

Tales of your life stories before they became entwined with mine
Narratives about your dreams
About who breaks your glassy heart
And what tickles your eye-ducts
into opening a flood of tears.

an inner world of wishes
she deserves beautiful things,
The Nubian Queen,
Sunflower Child.

~ New-Black-SoUl #NBS
inspired and dedicated to my muse - a banquet of beauty, a model of black excellence and a colourful character and a bubbly spirit. God bless her soul.
                           |
(c) 2016. Phila Dyasi. All Rights Reserved. Intellectual property of author.
  Mar 2016 Rheanna S
Maple Mathers
The hearse inside of me;
Screeching to a halt.

The dam of manipulation;
Filtering out my common sense.

You are
The prescription overdose;
Asphyxiating all the rest.

You set up forever and whirled away
But I liked it,
*I confess.
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
  Feb 2016 Rheanna S
Busbar Dancer
I wish I was the kind of person that liked Bjork.
Alas, I am not.
The Pixies are cool, and
I like every band Glen Danzig has ever been in,
but that isn't fashionable.
I really did turn into a Martian though.

Lately, its been all Vic Chesnutt with his 2 good fingers and
delicate warble.
**** I miss that guy.

Remember delicate warbles? Neither does Bjork.
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#**** yall anyways I don't owe you a ******* thing least of all an explanation this is a poetry site not a ******* hashtag factory
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#giants cry really big tears
#yall don't care. you never loved me
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