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 Jan 2018
muteD
Today I was taking a shower
and my arm started to sting.
That sting.
The sting I didn't even realize I remembered.
Until I did.
And when I did, oh how that made me feel.
Being bombarded with oh so many memories of
escape and freedom
And control.

Today, I was taking a shower
And my arm started to sting.
This familiar sting that I knew all to well
and all I could do was stare at this tiny, tiny cut.
Like a pink line of perfection,
if that makes sense.
It brought with it not only a slight pain that I am all too familiar with.
But, also the memories of watching my blood mix with the water into a pretty pink
Swirl down the drain.

Today, I was taking a shower
and my arm started to sting.
Bringing with it the need to feel that sting
constantly.
Like in the past years.
Needing to have some sense of control.
Needing to feel a pain that I knew better than
my own face.
Needing to slice my arm.
Not into ribbons,
but how about laces?

Today, I was taking a shower
And my arm started to sting.
And that scares me.
The feeling of wanting to grab the sharpest thing I could find
and add my pretty in pink lines
across my mocha skin.
Right along with the older ones.
Not caring who see's them
and not caring about the
Consequences.
Only caring about the release it would provide.
Release and a high.
A high that makes me higher than smoking **** ever could.

Today, I was taking a shower
And my arm,
My arm started to sting.
 Jan 2018
Ivan Brooks Sr
Dear poetry
Listen clearly
Over the years
I shed tears
When you discouraged me,
yelled at me,
disowned me,
overlooked me,
insulted me  
pushed me,
beat me,
cursed me,
used me,
abused me  
vexed me,
addressed me,
**** naked me,
broke up with me
blamed me
Dizzed me
shamed me
and dumped me.

In spite of all this, I stayed
and obeyed
resisted
appealed
begged
agreed
put in work
read
learned
researched
wrote
spellchecked.

Dear poetry
Oh thou makest me happy
My one and only true love
Sent from the man above
I surely know you're mine
The signs are there this time
If the truth can't be spoken
This bond won't be broken,
I have never felt this kinda love
Maybe it comes from above
I feel so very safe with you
Anytime I can call you my boo
From you, I'll never ever escape
Not even in a Superman's cape
Each and every night I stay up late
For words, inspiration and for your sake.

Dear poetry
Listen clearly
This love is like a poison
And for some odd reason
It took me the first moment
And caused me pains and torment
I didn't think we could go this far
I'm now becoming a star
Though I'm not yet famous
My likes and views are numerous
And to say the least.
I'm now a poetic beast!

Dear Poetry
Tonight You look so pretty
Can you stay with me tonight?
I promise to treat you right
On ice is a cool bottle of wine
We can both drink and feel fine
And afterward, we can just curdle
And watch the stars twinkle
And gaze into the constellation
From where I get the inspiration
I will process into spoken words
Words sharper than a Sumarai's swords
With it, I'll win accolades and a price
And a voice in this poetic race.
You 've made me feel so proud
Therefore I'will hail your name aloud
Serenading you among many
At the award and honoring ceremony.
I love poetry
 Jan 2018
Danica
Painful words ignites the soul
Don't take it back 'cause it's sore
Eating me up on my very core
Its already leave scars that you can't cure

Emotions and fears, lullaby with tears
Singing out loud with all of my peers
Dancing all night shouting it cheers!
Tonight I will drink till his memories fades!

Cheers!
 Jan 2018
Graff1980
What sense’s sensuous delight
may breathe joy into
my anxious state of mind.

A gentle breeze
that cools me
bringing in
the scent of
smiling flowers
slightly muted
by the morning dew
that almost
forms a rainbow,

The same wind
now rushing
makes the sound
of rustling leaves
then flows
like a wave across
the growing
glowing green
parallel path
of grass that I see
from the harsh highway
that seams
to own me.

Or is it
the soft hairy head
and the sound of
a baby laughing
after I gently tickled
his tiny toes
that makes me feel
just a bit better
then when I am anxious.
 Jan 2018
branded glaciers GE
facing
you should
never approach
an
war
with
yourself
i
am
you
who was who
?












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..
.
 Jan 2018
branded glaciers GE
belongs to me
how do i get myself
into this body bag
she will
smell
me
soon
never will
she forget this ****
?













...
..
.
 Jan 2018
branded glaciers GE
she
doesn't
need
me
?











...
..
.
 Jan 2018
wordvango
Don't
     Wanna
           Conform
Nevertheless
 Jan 2018
Mongi
My Love Who Got Away

My love
Ye who went away
When the scorching summer heat descended
And the freezing winter snow crept in
All, with one accord

When uncertainty struck
Between love and hate
Smiling and frowning
Staying and leaving
Committing and being free
Laughing, but never crying
Between happiness and unhappiness
Between the heat and the chill
All at the same time

Now that's all you showed on the surface
When in your heart of hearts
The honest uncertainty there was to feel
Was between leaving and sailing away
What a caring and loving predicament
It was not that much of a choice life gave you
Now, was it?

You pushed me so hard and urgently, away
You longed to hear the words come from me
That I was leaving and was grateful for everything
So you could be left with a clear conscience
With the pretence I was the one who wanted to leave

Oh don't you think I recognized
How soon you always wanted to get rid of me
When you always handed the on/off switch to me
How often you'd hit me with the classic speech,
"It's not you, it's me"
Then you blatantly said
"If it costs you your peace
Then it's too expensive"
But I was all yours you didn't have to buy
And I was the cheapest you would find on the land
That's why, maybe, you pushed me out
Who wants cheap stuff these days anyway?

But your love is your love,
You choose who you want to seize it away from
And who you can't wait to give it to next
We called it quits, it was a win for you
Apparently I was the stubborn cloud
That laid between you and your sunshine

And it's not I was too proud to beg
The whole ordeal left me unsure if I'd be heard
Unsure that if I came around once more
You wouldn't throw me to shame
Still we couldn't make it through thick
Oh ye, my beloved
Ye who went away

Mongi C. Nkabindze
There's only a limited things we can stop from happening. A heart is one of the most difficult treasure to convince to stay.
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