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 Oct 2018 Rebecca Nneka
Mikaila
If love is a drug
Of course I’m an addict.
And if I fall off the wagon
I want to hit the ground-
I want to fall all the way to hell
Shake hands with the devil
And do the thing
Properly.
What’s the point in rationing something
You know you will always crave
And never have enough of?
I could spend every day with you for the rest of time
And still want more.
So
Knowing that
Why wouldn’t I try
For a few more minutes?
Why wouldn’t I take
Every bit of happiness I can get?
I intend to **** the marrow out of life
And make sure that if I must someday
Starve
I will at least have known what it felt like
To feel whole first.
I want to ache for something I’ve had and lost,
Not worry after something I’ve never known:

If I am going down anyway,
I want to go down
In flames.
 Oct 2018 Rebecca Nneka
julianna
I wish that someone was interested enough
In me
To read between the lines and read
Deep
To point out where I failed
And places I was strong
To stalk me and examine me
And notice my song
My rhymes
My patterns
And rythyms
And tell me that they notice me, because I
Would never guess that anyone would ever
Notice me
I’m taking about here and now and always. I want someone to care enough to not just see me, but notice me without me having to ask them to.
 Oct 2018 Rebecca Nneka
Meera
Poetry
 Oct 2018 Rebecca Nneka
Meera
Some poets write with pen
And others with pain
Just a random thought...
 Oct 2018 Rebecca Nneka
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 Oct 2018 Rebecca Nneka
Grace
There’s a winter inside of me
A wild life
Is hidden beneath the snowfall

Uncover the fossilized heart
It looks like cherry wood, my blood candied sweet
Uncover the womb
Still somehow warm, my eggs floating in shining amber

All is frozen in time

Why is the sun shining on him?
Why are we under the same stars?
When did I become a woman?

Aged are my thoughts and fears
Aged am I
By the cold place I found safety

I am a mother to my pain
I have captured those unbearable moments
In a frost only I can melt
To withstand the elements of life

A mother knows her children will grow
A mother knows she must let go
 Oct 2018 Rebecca Nneka
Mistry
No tears running down my eyes this time
I’m accustom to the pain these day
I know you’ll be back
I just hope I will have the strength to keep you out next time
Because though I am not crying as I watch you leave
This wound from years ago keeps getting cut deeper
It is way beyond skin deep
You’ve cut through all the way to my soul this time
Sadly you hold such power in my heart
You’re truly the only man I’ll probably ever love
And if you won’t have me, I won’t allow any other man to have a piece of me
I no longer believe in love
I’m way beyond bent
I’M BROKEN.
 Oct 2018 Rebecca Nneka
Sabika
I've been caught grim.
There were lies and deprivation.
My lights were dim,
and in their faint spark I drew a constellation.
I mapped out my purpose
and with my focus
I paved my path towards death,
measuring each breath
that they are worthwhile.

"I'm going to die anyway,
I'm going to die anyway!"
The future is none of my concern.
A present from the present is mine to earn;
and from the past I grow to learn
that I always had a choice,
to flourish or to burn.
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