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Full of emptiness
Dry of tears,

Tired of not being able to sleep,
Wide-awake for so many years.

Spent, emotionally,
Too exhausted to know what to do,

Over-anxious, constantly,
Time ticking away;
Peace of mind is well overdue.

Struggling to keep her sanity,
She bears an overloaded mind,

Toxic vibes and verbal pollution
Is all that she is able to find.

Triggers all around her,
Purity, in her world, ceases to exist,

But still, with great effort,
Her aching soul continues to survive,
She tirelessly chooses to persist.

She loves life,
As painfully hard as it can be,

Regardless
Of the constant battles,
She's beyond grateful to be alive -
To breathe, to feel, to hear, and to see.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
The Dedpoet Jun 2017
I am in the wandering hour
Closed up to myself
Within myself:

I struggle with death
While alive as I write from
The light of a shadow,
    In words I sculpture
A destroyed consciousness
Full of memory
Inventing the moment.

Saint of my struggles
Full full
The pain remains
From the days last breath,
   A form of light
Cowering beneath a burnt moon
    I embrace the fear
And fall beneath the emotional
Cracks,
   Nocturnally inclined
I am the light over lonely
Streets at home in the shadows,
    
Everything falls apart
When i speak to you its
like colliding
In a spiral,
Extinguished speech
I fumble back
In retreat to my world,
Inside my surrounded throne
I write the struggle
And I know I am.....
  Jun 2017 The Dedpoet
Urmila
This brokenness,
is our oneness,
I don't want a cure
Cannot decipher whether you are my addiction or my medication.
The Dedpoet Jun 2017
Tell me why the poison,
Your nomadic essence
In a magnetar's romance?
**** the void with your
Missing kiss,
Surrendered to your
Chosen appearing and time
Is your whim to the commands
I obey.

Why the poison
When a million ways to die
Is the same living under
Your spell,
Seductress of the falling sun,
Nuisance to my nocturnal
Soul,
I am but yours
And held by the thirst
For more,
Take me into your
Embrace,
I drink freely your
Kiss of death.

Why the poison
For a suicidal lover?
  Jun 2017 The Dedpoet
jeffrey conyers
You intimidate the male that holds you down.
You do.
Surely you do.

You hold the power of an image that holds them down.

They have clout and power.
But you hold an image that hurts them by the hour.

Where the master use to dictate to the slave?
They very aware things have  changed.
Notice it?

Wherever you walk?
They aware of your strength.
The power you have to seek revenge in a moment notice.

But you seen them as a friend in this racist climate.
The Dedpoet Jun 2017
Poetry should not sound like a fortune cookie.
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