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Kwamé Jul 2018
Prisoner without a cage
Soul forever trapped
Confined to a lifeless shell
Devoid of emotion
Slowly I waste away

Endless nights dreaming of escape
For this is not the life I chose
I don't believe in that higher power
For who would trap me here
Like a caged bird
Doing tricks for crackers

I'd rather be exploring Astral Plains
And wander lusting for knowledge
Than stay here another moment
Around people sippin the Devils potion

For this brew is awfully potent
One sip fills you with wrath and rage
As you begin to rattle my cage
All their minds filled with green

As they do anything to fulfill their greed
And begin to gorge themselves
Like glutinous giants grilling in Grenada
Never getting their fill

Lusting after thick thighs
And supple *******, doing
Anything for that 2 piece meal

Envious eyes eying everything in sight
Boasting that selfish pride, as your
Inner voice says that can't be me
He's talking about
You yes YOU

As you sit smug with your
Body shaped like a circle
Due to years of sloth like behavior

Don't worry about me I know
I'm different, I don't belong here
I know that
We are nothing more
Than temporary beings
Gone in an instant

Seeking the meaning of
Our existence
What is my purpose?

I guess I'll never
Know why I'm on this craft.
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
I'm concealed right now,
as my hair is ******* tight.
I saw her letter,
it crept a smile in my life,
sincerely long hair and bun.
Me and the long hair female (my cousin), do speak, but we had a disagreement. I wasn’t happy when we last properly spoke and then education came swarming into my life – distracting me pretty badly.

Soon enough my Father’s birthday came around and to our surprise we heard in the card to us, she was pregnant.

I spent many of my years protecting my cousin, I cared dearly for her and I even made my first picture motion video about her being a remake of the popular UGLY pmv video itself on YouTube due to her not feeling confident in herself.

She’s actually a year younger than me, so this is a big situation in highlight, I can’t help but feel conflicted from knowing there are many stresses she will have to undergo as a young mother, but I know even aside our disagreement, I love my cousin and I’m always there for her and I want to see her become the best mother she can to her child.
During this time, myself, I would’ve imagined things differently, I was expecting to get married and be with my partner happily, but as shown in prior poems it didn’t always work out for me – so I do hope it works out the best for her.  

This was another Tanka inspired poem.
AIA Apr 2018
and if we're tied with the same sad fate,
i'll change it... no matter what.
Good day folks!
It
Even When
My lingerie is
Scattered across the floor
And there are
Rope burns on both my wrists
I am not as tied down
               As I was when there was nothing
                                             Holding me



I can't get away from it
I guess that wasn't the kind of release I was looking for.
Isabella Soledad Sep 2017
Bind me up in ropes and ties
Then look deep into my eyes
See the fire see my style
See my smirk and see my smile
Don't you dare think that I'm scared
Trust me, I am just prepared.
Poetic T Aug 2017
On a shore line of forgotten promises,
tied to a embankment  of memories.
                                     it leans wearily,
obligated to wait for a tide that has
evaporated like its hope evermore.

But as blue tears erode from its façade,
                                falling into the breeze.
Tied to a stump of wood cleaved from life,
as this majestic moment both dead in the
water of past retrospective moments.
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