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 Oct 2018 Rahama
devante moore
Who’s praying for me
Because I step out of bed
Into water that’s ankle deep
And as I look around
I’m still stuck at sea

Who’s praying for me
Because there’s this emptiness
In the pit of my stomach
And I feel it only getting deeper
And constantly expanding

Who’s praying for me
Because I constantly thirst for love
Like someone who stranded in the desert
And haven’t seen water for days
But I don’t know which is more deadly
The thirst
Or the deficiency

Who is praying for me
If you are
Please stop
They’re not helping
 Oct 2018 Rahama
devante moore
Shots
 Oct 2018 Rahama
devante moore
All my ex’s drink
Was that because of me?
These are my last night thoughts
And if that’s the case
Take a shot for me
For the time you wasted
Take a shot for me
For the countless nights I couldn’t sleep
Take a shot
For all those times I didn’t eat
Because the stress was to much
All the food forced down
Would end up coming back out of me
Viciously
Take a shot
Until your kidneys explode
Take a shot
Until the regrets you hide
Pour out of you like the lies
And the empty bottle you drown in like ocean tides
Drink until your liver fails
And your stomach swells
Take a shot and don’t stop for me
 Sep 2018 Rahama
JL Smith
Tonight, I planned to write of strength,
But as I'm honest to the core
Tonight, I'll share I'm weak
Though I try my best to encourage peace
Tonight, I'll admit there's war within me
And as I wrestle with these words
Tonight, the tears surrender easily,
But maybe there's courage after my fall
Tomorrow, a blank page awaits to inspire and enthrall

© JL Smith
 Sep 2018 Rahama
devante moore
Sometimes I wonder
Why I bunkered down in a den full of wolves
Being the only sheep
And hoping
Their belly’s are to full of raw meat
For them to worry about devouring me
Multiple chances
I’ve had to escape
But I was never the type to flock to my own
Or crowd up like sheep
Being lead in a herd is just not me
And I always felt as if I was never welcomed
 Sep 2018 Rahama
alexa
realist
 Sep 2018 Rahama
alexa
i wouldn’t say i’m cynical,
just a realist.
-a.c.b
 Sep 2018 Rahama
Pagan Paul
Fade
 Sep 2018 Rahama
Pagan Paul
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I wish I could fade,
lay back,
close my eyes,

and fade...

through the continuum,
to a desolate place,
where peace reigns majesty,
and birds sing me awake,
as dawn paints the starry sky,
over a silver mountain lake,
clear as a mirror.

Stone monoliths rise to peak,
feet on moss and grass
make electric natural connection,
the smell of fresh air
and the scents of the flowers,
isolation tastes like honey,
sweet as a dream.

I wish I could fade,
lay back,
close my eyes,

and fade


never to return.




© Pagan Paul (01/09/18)
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Its just a poem !
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