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 Oct 2015
Kwanele
nightmares do come true.
realising just how lonely i really am.
i never thought I'd ever feel this way again, the only thing that appeals to me is my art and it seems as if momentarily I have lost it, to the girl that thought she broke my heart, truth be told? your actions do not come close to what I'm feeling, i said this before but now i believe it
 Sep 2015
Kevy Almighty
Take time for yourself.
Pamper yourself.
Treat yourself.
Have fun by yourself.
Laugh with yourself.
Pray by yourself.
Observe by yourself.
Succeed by yourself.
Spoil yourself.
Live for yourself.
 Sep 2015
LittleFreeBird
i rip through you like a hurricane

but you cradle me like summer rain.
 Sep 2015
Leonette Clarke
Free will, open thoughts, scarce resources, random moods, good music...

Art.

A beautiful display of emotions that can be depicted so uniquely.
Only understandable to those with a mind's eye.
I'm at peace with myself, and now I can freely write off pure emotion and not off disoriented thoughts.
My spirit has been released of its demons and I'm patching up the holes with the Godly presence that continues to follow me.
My Art can now be pure, my Art can now be real; my Art is no longer mental, because I've found my freedom.

I'm delivered
this came at a time of mental relief
 Sep 2015
Leonette Clarke
To understand,  the ability to realize each aspect of a situation and accept it.
Now, do I understand myself?  Does anybody?  No... well, I don't.
I have the ability to confuse myself on levels beyond reach but I grasp the idea of the mystery.
Who am I? Will I be able to ever understand me?
I don't think anybody will ever understand themselves, yet, we still try to, only to cause self destruction.
Self destruction?  You ask wondering how the discovery of oneself can destroy them, but the reality of it all is that somethings should be kept hidden, buried, indiscernible to prevent something disastrous from erupting on the inside of us.
No one understands how dangerous the human mind can be; we are atomic bombs waiting to explode and the detonator would be the discovery of oneself BUT we are forever in the dark... keep it that way.
The key to understanding yourself is realizing you need to remain a mystery.
 Sep 2015
Leonette Clarke
It all seems so distant and institutionalized;
the horror of factual information of our spiritual deaths.
Why are are we still walking if our breaths have been taken away?
Our minds have been shut down from ever creating a new world for ourselves; we have been drained, I have been drained.
I'm ****** dry of all life but strut aimlessly through each day as if my heart is still beating.
I have become a lifeless drone following the path that the dark universe has destined for everyone to follow.
I wanna cut loose but what am I really running from?
It's so normal to be a captive but I am not normal.
It's my breaking point and I'm finally escaping this suicidal social torture chamber called life.
In the killing of my spirits has come the rebirthing of my mind
I am now me
I am FREE
 Sep 2015
Chelle Quezon
I ain’t like those any other story
That you put on a shelf
And read whenever you please
I’m not the kind of story
That collects dust
And wait for someone to pick me up

I always try to find my way
In every way possible
In every human I meet
In every heart, bones
In every ink my pen produce
In everything I see

I am that kind of story

That kind you can’t leave in the best part
That kind you will cry with the worst part
That kind you can’t forget even if you tried
That kind of story you will be wondering why

I am that kind of story

I’m a best seller
A limited edition print
A classic
A nonfiction
A real romance


I have battled dragons
Pirates and Evil queens
Uses magic to conquer them
By all means

I am that kind of story

My intro is soft and sweet
Altered chapter
Read between the lines
I promise I’ll patch the conflict
And build suspense
For now enjoy my ******
Cause I’m still rewriting the ending

I am that kind of story

But you still put me on a shelf
Just to purely fill space in your library

Someone else has come around
And never put me down
He have seen the value I see in me
He go beyond the cover
See me as more than pretty words & poetry

And come back & find I’m gone
Not a trace of my ink, my page or my words
And you’ll realize
I was best story you’ve ever been apart of

because I am that kind of story.
 Sep 2015
Kevy Almighty
I really really try
Not to cry
When people lie
I look to the sky
When my tear ducts are dry
I just want to die.
 Sep 2015
ryn
Hidden star against the dark backdrop of night.
Not seen...
Not heard...
Struggling to assert existence with waning light.

Stifled are the stories dying to be told.
Eclipsed are the emotions
within collapses and folds.
Cloaked is the voice
that screams in silent anguish.
Disenchanted is the will
that once spoke of flourish.

I see you black star...
Know that...
You're nearer than far.
Dig deep...              
Past the charred, crumbling skin.
Dig deep...          
Into the beating heart within.

Know that...
You're better than any of them.
Any of us.
Time will only reveal,
what the sky sought to despicably conceal.
Your true calling.
Not as the quiet sentinel
that no one sees...
but a cosmic gem.
.
For those who are constantly being overlooked, misjudged and wronged in any way.

I see you...
.
Inspired by Radiohead's "Black Star".
 Sep 2015
Julia O'Neary
I don't get a lot of things right,
but I know that when I have you,
you will be my greatest achievement.
I will take you to our home that
is built on the best kind of love
the kind that is gentle and permanent.
When you are one, and your first word
is daddy,
I'll understand, he is a man
who inspires my best poetry too.

When you are six, and you want to
pick out your own clothes for your
first day of kindergarten, I'll let you.
I will also take pictures.

The day I have to explain the
difference between lust and
love to you, how you came to be,
and why you're family is broken, will be the worst day of my life,
until the day I have to mend your
first broken heart.
I can tell you now that I will not
know what to say or do in either
situation, but I can tell you this:
That loving and being loved should
be easy, like breathing, it should
Flow freely in and out of you.
That it's ok to have loved many
times, so long as, each love is as
healing as when you inhale. If it
fills you up from the inside and
out. That is how I loved your father.
We need love like we need air, but
we inhale and we exhale.
When love leaves you, it will feel
like you cannot breathe, through
the pain in your chest, but breath
little girl. Take full deep breaths
and know that you were my
second love, but also my best.
I had a pregnancy scare recently and it forced me to imagine what kind of mother I would be. I don't know why, but I only imagined a daughter. I was also being very ******* myself for being in that situation and thought about what I would tell my daughter A) if I was pregnant, and one day had to explain why mommy and daddy were not married. And B) if my daughter were to be betting herself up over a boy
 Sep 2015
Julia O'Neary
Where are you now?
    are you alone,
do you miss me...?

I miss your sleeping body,
pressed against mine
in the early morning.
The way you'd stretch,
and bend around me
like a question mark.
Your body wanting me
before your mind woke.

Could we go back?
To that place?
Forget that you gave up,
and let our bodies
remind us of why we fell
in the first place?
 Sep 2015
Julia O'Neary
You make me stupid happy.
So happy that I can't write
smart poetry,
I can only speak in cliches.
I can only see red roses
and blue violets, but
your eyes are bluer
than I ever thought
I deserved to look at.
When you sleep,
I can't see them,
but I feel your arms
wrapped around my body,
and I feel safer than I ever
thought I could with a man.
I'll gladly give you everything
because you have given me
the greatest gift.
Not love, but trust.
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