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I am young writer based in north Wales, currently I am studying English and creative Writing at Glyndwr University and hope to one day see …
Poems
midnight prague Oct 2010
voice
midnight prague
Oct 2010
I see no degradtion
in my broken passion of words
these words I speak from my deepest creases
my secrets hidden in the birds
I let you read me in my peices of peices
and I am called absurd
I let you let me shift you with my magic
now your vision of me is more blurred
Ill let you hunt me down
so lopsided and up and done battered
I open the door hallucinating and tattered
its not not like you never mattered
I just have remote in my hands
I have intrusive in my wastelands
now my lungs expand
slow
ly
I lift my eyes and bend my head
without voice I preech muse of the dead
Im yearning for more than lifes bread
and we yell enough
enough
was said
but I get on my knees and I beg
life I say might there be something better that you can
grant
to express myself in ways purer than this
because I feel that I cant
I will carry my mind somewhere further than any foreign land
somehwere to a brutal coma
where little aliens of dripping uphoria exsist
hidden deep in every uncharted abyss
they will come up from the mudd
I will unravel them with the unraveling of this flower bud
I will lift my head up then nudge
in acceptence of all these empty cabinets
they have been emptied out by my wet mouth
to ease the pain and **** the drought
that burries itself like a baby
under the sheets of blood in my eyes
in my broken passion of words
these words I speak from my deepest creases
my secrets hidden in the birds
I let you read me in my peices of peices
and I am called absurd
I let you let me shift you with my magic
now your vision of me is more blurred
Ill let you hunt me down
so lopsided and up and done battered
I open the door hallucinating and tattered
its not not like you never mattered
I just have remote in my hands
I have intrusive in my wastelands
now my lungs expand
slow
ly
I lift my eyes and bend my head
without voice I preech muse of the dead
Im yearning for more than lifes bread
and we yell enough
enough
was said
but I get on my knees and I beg
life I say might there be something better that you can
grant
to express myself in ways purer than this
because I feel that I cant
I will carry my mind somewhere further than any foreign land
somehwere to a brutal coma
where little aliens of dripping uphoria exsist
hidden deep in every uncharted abyss
they will come up from the mudd
I will unravel them with the unraveling of this flower bud
I will lift my head up then nudge
in acceptence of all these empty cabinets
they have been emptied out by my wet mouth
to ease the pain and **** the drought
that burries itself like a baby
under the sheets of blood in my eyes
Bloodline of King Yashayah Aug 2017
Preech
Bloodline of King Yashayah
Aug 2017
Muthaphukkas
Always say be true
But when you true
Them get mad at you
Hypocrites
Can't make up they
Mind for ****
One minute they there
Next they vanish in thin air
Then have the audacity to say they care
**** all enemies
I hope them hell n farewell
All them dollars still won't get a sell
Rip through the meat shows pale
Wither family blood
It don't matter
I'll still shatter
Leave teeth chattered
Once yosef makes an entrance
Begins the ultimate repentance
But not rest fr the wicked
I'm seeking vengeance
Always say be true
But when you true
Them get mad at you
Hypocrites
Can't make up they
Mind for ****
One minute they there
Next they vanish in thin air
Then have the audacity to say they care
**** all enemies
I hope them hell n farewell
All them dollars still won't get a sell
Rip through the meat shows pale
Wither family blood
It don't matter
I'll still shatter
Leave teeth chattered
Once yosef makes an entrance
Begins the ultimate repentance
But not rest fr the wicked
I'm seeking vengeance
midnight prague Nov 2010
Stitched Voice
midnight prague
Nov 2010
I see no degradtion
in my broken passion of words
these words I speak from my deepest creases
my secrets hidden in the birds
I let you read me in my peices of peices
and I am called absurd
I let you let me shift you with my magic
now your vision of me is more blurred
Ill let you hunt me down
so lopsided and up and done battered
I open the door hallucinating and tattered
its not not like you never mattered
I just have remote in my hands
I have intrusive in my wastelands
now my lungs expand
slow
ly
I lift my eyes and bend my head
without voice I preech muse of the dead
Im yearning for more than lifes bread
and we yell enough
enough
was said
but I get on my knees and I beg
life I say might there be something better that you can
grant
to express myself in ways purer than this
because I feel that I cant
I will carry my mind somewhere further than any foreign land
somehwere to a brutal coma
where little aliens of dripping uphoria exsist
hidden deep in every uncharted abyss
they will come up from the mudd
I will unravel them with the unraveling of this flower bud
I will lift my head up then nudge
in acceptence of all these empty cabinets
they have been emptied out by my wet mouth
to ease the pain and **** the drought
that burries itself like a baby
in my broken passion of words
these words I speak from my deepest creases
my secrets hidden in the birds
I let you read me in my peices of peices
and I am called absurd
I let you let me shift you with my magic
now your vision of me is more blurred
Ill let you hunt me down
so lopsided and up and done battered
I open the door hallucinating and tattered
its not not like you never mattered
I just have remote in my hands
I have intrusive in my wastelands
now my lungs expand
slow
ly
I lift my eyes and bend my head
without voice I preech muse of the dead
Im yearning for more than lifes bread
and we yell enough
enough
was said
but I get on my knees and I beg
life I say might there be something better that you can
grant
to express myself in ways purer than this
because I feel that I cant
I will carry my mind somewhere further than any foreign land
somehwere to a brutal coma
where little aliens of dripping uphoria exsist
hidden deep in every uncharted abyss
they will come up from the mudd
I will unravel them with the unraveling of this flower bud
I will lift my head up then nudge
in acceptence of all these empty cabinets
they have been emptied out by my wet mouth
to ease the pain and **** the drought
that burries itself like a baby