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Poetic T Jun 2020
I repeated every lesson,
          hearing every drowning
word...

Every syllable that was recast,
       but I never learnt a single...

done over,
                        duplicated..

Reproduced as another version of
              the same verse..


Everything was!
                refashioned,

redone, remade..
   In the fashion of what was before.

But even though I sat in every class..

        I never took a single word in..


The teachers changed, but I remembered
                     that one who made me resit


every lesson....

I cant see anything in this crammed space...

                    But hopefully one day some
one will cover me for a toilet break..

And I'll be peace....


I resit every lesson and still
                      all I see is deathly words..
                                       Never heard,
   but reverberating though hollow bones
Poetry is for the lost and the broken,
People like me and you, who come here to feel our emotion.
Poetry is for those who want to express our desire for the world in our hands...yet in a subtle way where someone can understand.
We think and write to publish for the world to hear, but are they truly listening?
Make a song, people will listen for the upbeat it brings,
Music & Poetry get along,
Because they are both ******* to our human souls,
Something we never seen or heard before, meant from the heart and expressed with passion.
We dance to the sounds of our emotion
We cry to the feeling of your emotion,
but when its over, we hang it on repeat, so we can continue to feel that emotion someone else makes us feel. How so much more relatable can it be,
that someone ordinary like you and me, can feel the exact same way?
We read each other's poetry and finally can feel through a strangers heart that we have never met before, because music & poetry truly get along.
Sweet symphonies of our heart waves connecting through a distance touched bring fourth an illusion love.
How we can all come together with our emotion through song and poetry.
Sigh

Sometimes I wake up out of breath
Questioning if I am living only for death
My bed holds bad dreams and demons
No peace comes when I am sleeping

Questioning if I am living only for death
I hate my life and I have nothing left
No peace comes when I am sleeping
Only thing keeping me sane is books

I hate my life and I have nothing left
I care for others more than I do myself
Only thing keeping me sane is books
My friends wear makeup and cute looks

I care for others more than I do myself
I can hardly stand getting out of bed
My friends wear makeup and cute looks
While I can't stomach my own reflection
Sometimes I wake up out of breath

-A Black Girl Untold
of a repeat image he did employ
which was akin to an advertisement
this being the artist's own singular ploy
did he do it for some little amusement
in galleries these very works can be seen
where they will feature an alike object
as if the viewer needed a copy screen
to understand the picture's subject
a dozen or more on the white background
they displayed a famous maker's name
who did blend the tasty liquid's abound
that was captured in a pop artist's frame
on this night I've written about the man
known far and wide for depicting a can
xavier thomas Apr 2020
I happily extend out a helping-hand
I always communicate with you in advance
I poured my heart out to give
I am honest with you & also positive

But the minute I ask a favor of you...

You continue to give me excuses
You have delays in responding with zero solutions
You’re able to buy accessories from your wallet;
Yet, can’t pay back what you promised
You ghost me days-weeks-months until you need me again

Here’s my letter of resignation.
My loyalty & services are no longer needed, farewell old friend
Best to leave with peace than prove your point. Carry on
Quarantinistani Apr 2020
And in my sleep, I am wide awake.
My dreams are vivid, my dreams are many.
I live and die a thousand lives, each as real as any.
Waking up with extreme brain fatigue, feeling like all the brainpower was drained due to the countless high paced, action packed dreams your mind was racing through can be rather unsettling, especially when you are trying to just rest the old mind engine for a full day of productivity.
MSunspoken Apr 2020
Balance, once forthcoming
unsteady-
Now heavy feet wobble
in the wake of fleeting certainty

Leafy determination
crunched and battered-
Sifting about, once a wonder
dried, victim of Winter

Cracked, withered concrete
foundation chipped away-
Paint rolled over in submission
having past years to pay

Stone left to shame
smothered by the vandals-
Cruelty primped and perfected
pitying eyes serving no justice

Free fall, bound by distrust
unprecedented in the past-
Loosely sleeved history repeats
snuffing this connection all at once
My family has never been a close one. Slowly, we disappear from each other's lives.
Gone- forgetting us, along with our past.
Isabella Apr 2020
Keep a secret
Tell no one
Keep a secret
The weight of a ton
Keep a secret
It's okay
Keep a secret
For one more day
Keep a secret
Don't tell
Keep a secret
Oh well
Keep a secret
Break their heart
Keep a secret
Fall apart
Keep a secret
Hurt lives
Keep a secret
Stab like knives
Keep a secret
Tell no one
Keep a secret
The weight of a ton
Keep a secret
Hurt no one

Be a secret.
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