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"Cut my shadow from me. Free me from the torment[...] Why was I born among mirrors? The daylight revolves around me. And the night herself ...
31/M/Northamptonshire, England
Reece A.J. Chambers is a 31-year old published writer and poet. All works - © Reece A.J. Chambers http://reeceajchambers.wordpress.com/ https://www.instagram.com/reece.aj.chambers/ https://www.facebook.com/ChambersReeceAJ
Poems
Rahama
Sep 2018
Not ev-ree-wún can put words down
In stanzas and lines
And make them rhyme.
Not ev-ree-wún will pour out
Their hearts on a page
To clear out the rage.
Not ev-ree-wún wants to write
When they are in pain
Depressed or afraid.
Not ev-ree-wún can be honest
With themselves
And write about how they feel
About something or someone else
Or even themselves.
Not ev-ree-wún can be creative
Not ev-ree-wún can tell the truth
Not ev-ree-wún can be a pow-it.
In stanzas and lines
And make them rhyme.
Not ev-ree-wún will pour out
Their hearts on a page
To clear out the rage.
Not ev-ree-wún wants to write
When they are in pain
Depressed or afraid.
Not ev-ree-wún can be honest
With themselves
And write about how they feel
About something or someone else
Or even themselves.
Not ev-ree-wún can be creative
Not ev-ree-wún can tell the truth
Not ev-ree-wún can be a pow-it.
Thank you for reading
Mahogany Ree
Aug 2023
like the beating of a drum
his name reverberates
throughout the contours of my mind
an undeniable constant
unyielding echoes
charging wall after wall
bouncing and falling
from one neuron to the next
electrical impulses strumming
and humming
. . . like amazing grace
it sounds so, sweet
Mahogany Ree
© 8-24-23
his name reverberates
throughout the contours of my mind
an undeniable constant
unyielding echoes
charging wall after wall
bouncing and falling
from one neuron to the next
electrical impulses strumming
and humming
. . . like amazing grace
it sounds so, sweet
Mahogany Ree
© 8-24-23