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poetrique Sep 2018
they whisper to me
simple things
of love & misery
and broken dreams

they tell me that I am
better than I know
that I must break all my thoughts
before I learn to grow

they love me, but are
ever distant
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poetrique Jan 2019
i listen to a prophet
and smoke a rolled tobacco blunt
as i write this

where is peace, for the simple
or even bliss
for the black of mind

and soul. I feel
a holy desire
to pull down mountains

to the land of the gods
i aspire
but, do i have what they require
poetrique Sep 2018
here, I can wash away
my pain, my fear
they were never meant to stay

I speak to the universe
in thanks, but hardly pray
here, I can whisper boldy
and write what I dear not say
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poetrique Sep 2018
kiss me, like the sky
kisses the sea
like the angels
make love with mystery

can you
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poetrique Mar 2022
handshake with the devil
and breakfast with angel
night turns to day, either way
I shall define the way I pray
poetrique Sep 2018
I  write everyday
I code everyday
I am a digital wizard
Yet, Oz is far away

I breathe my tobacco blunt
And kiss my destiny
I fear nothing
but weakness, really

What will be
Will be
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poetrique Sep 2018
his mind is sweet  
it tastes like  
wine and poetry  
fire and history  

his soul is something  
else entirely  
wild, yet sweet still  
it could build or ****
Non
poetrique Sep 2018
Non
yes, indeed  
I know what I need  
not belief alone  
I have planted the seed  

yes, indeed  
I know why I bleed  
not for joy alone  
but for the war ahead
poetrique Mar 2022
now twenty three,
over half a decade since I learnt to see
no energy left for fake contemplations
or hypotheticals, I would like to see

started this with a fire on my lips
ending more aligned with wisdom

the philosophy of victory
like freedom, comes
in twos and threes
poetrique Sep 2018
a simple mind
a lover not cruel, yet unkind
a heart that beats in digits
in binary, to a love lost to time

what will I be
tomorrow, next moment
tell me, if you know
dear shadow, what am I

Ninté
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poetrique Sep 2018
someone bold
something simple
lovable and mysterious
far from simple

I believe
in belief, is
that a fault or gift
either way
that is who I am
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