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 Apr 2014 Raphael Uzor
ky
a couple days ago
i tried to **** myself
by ingesting a handful of
different pretty pills
in the hopes
they'd make me
a pretty corpse
i thought maybe
they'd plant roots
in my stomach
and grow flowers
out of my eye sockets
but then i realized
those pretty pills
would ****
not only me
but the ones who already
saw flowers growing
in the darkest parts
of me
 Apr 2014 Raphael Uzor
L
I will not allow you to own half of my heart any longer.
The property you staked dwindles day by day.
She is quickly filling in the you-shaped space, the space you occupied for so very long.
Get out of my head.
Step away from my heart.
Do not make me feel guilty for loving again.
...
Broken conversations,
empty lungs,
doors half open,
hearts almost out of love.

We used to talk of how
we used to be infinite.
But now every second now feels
like a stroke against an unforgiving current.

Our conversations broke
as the flaws of our souls
fell through the cracks of this glass foundation.

These upset words that escaped you
left the air around me a little sad,
a little awake,
and with a lot of echoes.

My lungs went empty
talking you down.

I left the door open for you.
So you can walk in
and slip in quietly-
I won't say a word.

And this heart could never go empty,
not mine.
Yours,
at this point,
I know not.

Flowers never lost their color
as long as you walked this earth.
Only fools rush in
But I don't believe
I don't believe
I could still fall in love with you 

I will love you till I die
And I will love you all the time
So please put your sweet hand in mine
And float in space and drift in time

All the time until I die
We'll float in space, just you and I

All I want in life's
a little bit of love to take the pain away.
                

This song is beautiful and it plays in my head.

It makes me happy.
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God created hell to punish all the free thinkers

But then mankind developed and created HIGH SCHOOL

And so god didn't need hell anymore

••

Kids

You ain't -- ****** up

You are --- ****** over !

••

You are EXACTLY how society wants you to be !

--

Are you gonna -- rebel ?
NO!!!

.......complain ?
HEAVEN FORBID!

Are ya gonna respect eachother ?
PERISH THE THOUGHT !

---

So what WILL you do
EAT **** AND DIE !!!

••

& write poem
Happy poems !

Praising the high class nature
of our impoverished suffering !!

••

HIGH SCHOOL is like Guantanamo bay

-
A prison torture chamber

Established for the same reason

••

TO BREAK  YOU

TO BREAK YOUR SPIRIT

TO ENSLAVE YOU

TO STEAL YOUR POWER AND TO RENDER YOU LOVELESS !



Have they succeeded -? You tell me !

-•-

Well

At least your fellow poets are HERE

so you can write

a letter Home !
For God so loved the world that he sent his only Son Jesus here to save us.
So since Christ came here to save us from eternal death in hell below.
We owe it to him to allow us to reach out to those that are hurting, and the lost too.
For whomever believe in him shall not perish but have everlasting life.
So it is up to us to reveal to this lost dead world Christ that lives in us.
Thus by allowing Christ to use us to reach others , we are becoming like him.
So give me Jesus, so others will see him in me and repent and cry out to him.
 Apr 2014 Raphael Uzor
Àŧùl
The high priestess issued a religious order against us both,
We were punished for being dearly in love with each other,
They apprehended and executed the two of us lovers mercilessly.

Our heads dropped down to the floor in a pool of blood,
The bodies of ours tossed about so very much agonizingly,
For my heart heard our connecting string break into two pieces.

I was made to watch as the axe was felled on your neck,
What I failed to do for all my lifetime with you was happening,
Tears were jerking down my cheeks relentlessly refusing to stop.

I felt that I saw your soul taking-off from the body,
She appeared smiling and beckoning my soul too,
Soon my head was severed from my body too.

My soul joined yours and then on we are hosted by the temple,
Now they have started worshipping love in our form & face,
Fabled is our story of love & entirely unknown to all of them,
Our souls still brew the **hot coffee of love behind those altars.
And today we have met again in this birth & totally fell again for each other.
My HP Poem #605
©Atul Kaushal
 Apr 2014 Raphael Uzor
Srihibro
Day and night I study for my exams
Draining out the might from my body
Tell me the use of tests
Which are like everyday pests
No offence!
 Apr 2014 Raphael Uzor
Labyrinth
As soon as the mask for her eyes is gathered up,
She huddles under the thick blankets,
Gathering all the warmth she can.

She loves this weather,
The weather for hot tea drinking,
For immerse book reading.

The weather for hiding in her comfy bed,
The weather is an excuse to disappear from the world,
The weather is where she can be herself.
Winter
28.03.2014
 Apr 2014 Raphael Uzor
Labyrinth
That woman has never had a motherly soul.
           That is why her children have become so impudent!
Patience and Kindness is the key to raising young ones.
           Support and Love is the key to raising young ones.
                      Trust and Faith is the key to raising young ones.
You want to look for the bad things in them, and so you will find them.
2.04.2014
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