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 Jun 2018 stacie
Emeka Mokeme
Yes,
I am a poet.
I dream while awake,
expressing the ability
to heal with my words.
I have faith.
Poetry is my therapy.
My pen and my words
are my weapons,
of war,
of mass destruction,
of peace,
of love and happiness,
of friendship.
My pen,
is the commander in chief,
the director,
not a dictator,
with an accessible space,
and the key to the
nuclear weapon
i can direct it
to make war or peace,
just as I choose.
I got me a brush to
paint words with
melancholic overtone,
of ecstatic bliss,
for my thoughts to flow,
on the canvas,
with different shades
of colourful words,
time to dwell
and ponder
and meditate on life matters.
The issues of the mind,
and of what the heart feels,
i translate into reality.
The control of the united emotions
of my feelings and thoughts are in
the hand holding the pen to paint
the words of living in the canvas of life.
Poets have the power to make
the invisible things to manifest,
thoughts hidden and
not heard to have a face.
The secular world,
the whole cosmos,
the galaxy is at their command.
I am a poet,
I make the mind see the heart,
I make the heart of man flow
in ecstatic bliss.
To dream is unwritten poetry.
A poets joy lies in the portal
of the divine.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
 May 2018 stacie
Meera
He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come
That's how true poetry comes into existence
 May 2018 stacie
jess
dear little me
 May 2018 stacie
jess
dear little me,

i know your tiny little heart
is overstrained

i know your tiny little hearts
tries to figure out ways and means
to hold yourself together

believe me
you'll survive
all the heartaches and all the panic attacks

you'll survive
feeling so different
and being afraid

dear little me
please stop tearing yourself down
it hurts to see you
hate your existence
it hurts still feeling
your hatred

i promise better days and thoughts are coming

dear little me
i know your tiny little heart
needs advice
but you are strong
i believe in you.
 May 2018 stacie
jess
i am losing parts of myself
at night
drinking five shots of *****
while pretending to have the time of my life

i am losing parts of myself
at four a.m
walking home alone
starting to feel the ache
i've tried to numb
with another shot

i am losing parts of myself
at breakfast
eating three slices of bread
but hating every inch
of my disguisting body

i am losing parts of myself
at two p.m
home alone
hoping for better days

i am losing parts of myself
in you
cause you are the only one
who could save me
but you safe her instead
 May 2018 stacie
Simoné
Seven Years
 May 2018 stacie
Simoné
It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived
 May 2018 stacie
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.
 May 2018 stacie
Stara
Twist me
 May 2018 stacie
Stara
You took me
You spun me
You drugged me with love

You hugged me
And loved me
My winters glove

Your words
Lost their meaning
Yet I tried to believe
To stay on that island
Where all can be achieved

But you sluggishly swung
And desperately missed
And,  oh,  how I cried
And how I reminisced

When we were friends
Just honesty and going with the flow
And now a past life is this
For that time on your porch

When you asked for a kiss
 May 2018 stacie
Lilly
I'm weak
 May 2018 stacie
Lilly
I tried
Tried so hard
I love you
So I tried
I went so long
My feelings poured into you
But they couldn't tonight
Why couldn't they come out
Was it because we had a good day
Or did the voices take control
I'm weak

So long
I went so long without you
My precious blade
I tossed you away
I'm sorry
I thought I could get rid of you
My beautiful addiction
I love him
So I tried to be better
Don't you understand
I'm weak

I tried
My arms bleed
Bleed as I struggle for a better blade
A knife
So dull
I needed better
A sharpener
My arms bleed
I don't know what to say
I'm sorry
I'm weak

Sorry isn't enough for what I've done
I love you
You are my world
The blade gave me a call
Did I hurt you
Did I cut you deeper
Did I betray you
I'm weak

I tried to be strong
I wanted to tell you why I hurt
Why I was in pain
How people have hurt me before
I'm weak

The call was too strong
I tried
I'm crying now
Crying because I failed
Crying because hurt
Crying because of my mistakes
I'm weak

I'm sorry
I'm so **** sorry
I need you
I'm sorry, I'm weak
But sorry doesn't mean much if you keep repeating your mistakes
I love you
I'm weak

I hate you blade
I love you blade
I hate you blade
I wish you would go away
I need him
Don't let me hurt him
I hurt him
Because you hurt me
**** you blade
Cut me till I bleed
I deserve it
I betrayed everyone for you
Cut me till I bleed
I'm weak

I'm weak
I'm weak
I'm weak
I'm weak
I'm weak
I am weak, and I gave in to the pain

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