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I've taken liquor to head
It's a quarter past 3
I handle my drinks strong
Yet, ya memory makes me weak
I just put my sunglasses on
Like f$&k; what you may see
Take another dose of
(Another dose of me)
Ya heart starts to break
Ya mind may even remember me
When you were rippin off my denim
Injecting your sweet venom
Thinking it was love
But it was just a death sentence
(It was love tho)
You've become apprehensive
Something heighten up my senses
If our eyes interact again, can we both handle the tension?
Of all the lost time and forgotten minutes.
Replaced roses with shots of hypnosis
To take your reality away and imagine something for closure
so you don't feel any closer
To ya feelings getting exposed
And leading an optimistic heart to a door that remained closed..
Even when we were close
Our lips felt so distant
Cause change only occurs to those who don't resist it
And life has a way to push you
Time has a way to heal
Reaching out for something else but nothing ever felt as real...
Falling in a vortex
But not spinning out of control
Sometimes things just happen
You never get to really know
Can't wonder, "what if?"
Thinking, "will she hit?"
The phone - goes off but it's the numbness to last nights pain
Let it be, homie
Life is life, homie
and know nothing will ever be the same

(All love though)

Heartbreak in a metaphor
Written in black and blue pen
And even though there may be love lost
I know it's not on my end. (Echos out)
I forever apologize for how it end...

P.s
How you been?...
Trying something different - different style. Feedback would be great - inspired by J cole - my work is honest I ain't tripping over much I just hope you see it for what it is someday. No love lost.
 Dec 2016 Bianca Reyes
Ju Lia
I was born amidst the city,

I am one with busy highways and graffiti carelessly scrawled across overpasses

I am alive at night,

Lights shine against bare skin;

I’m small against my backdrop

I’m one drop of water amongst a stream of people


I have lived in the country,

Where nobody could be found for miles

Where I was expected to rely on myself and grow into myself

I nurtured myself,

I killed myself,

I wavered and withered with the seasons

But I flourished


I will die by the sea,

Waves may crash against me,

But I will remain upright.

Salt water will heal my wounds

I shall return to nature

I will be washed away; yet eternal
Upon this starry night
In a breath of sparkling life
My grand-daughter was born
In a world full of beauty
As well as traps and snares
She faces her first dawn
And we can give no more than love
Nor offer more than guidance
And vow only to be constant
For that is more than so many have

And so I whisper to her

You are made of bright newness
Innocent of prejudice
So to yourself be true
For many would give you their bigotries
Sell you their corrupted histories
But your truth lies within you
You, the blood of my blood
The child of my child
Have moved me beyond reason
At the wonder of creation

                                     By Phil Roberts
Katie is now a beautiful 21 year old at university.
 Dec 2016 Bianca Reyes
Ken
The laughter of leaves
whisper testament
over cool caverns,
ancient moss
the absurdity of clocks
dashed upon rocks
while they dance,
backlit with sunglow,
at the true speed
of life
daring us to defy
the timeless tapestry
in which all are woven
Do stones large and small
not rustle
like leaves
in the eye of the mountain?
and is the leaf not as solid
as stone, to the aphid?
And what lives between
two lover-friends?
It is no brief candle
measured with ticks
on numbered dials
It moves not with the flash
of a single spark
Nor with the slow glow
of dawn
In gentle illumination
it is a soft gentle kiss
drifting on mist,
and it moves
at the speed of love,
with the rhythm of life

Copyright © 2016 K. Rush
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