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Deep, the vibrations through my chest, I close my eyes as my body is carried on a buoyant beat, I’m mesmerised. Free from gravity I float on melodic saxophone and fluid, flowing lyrics. I am no longer of this world... I am set adrift through atmospheric bliss, suspended in time, Only words for company… And a fellow poets' soul holding my hand.
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Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 4:26 PM UTC
poets adjacent
I’ve seen it. That look in the eye when the soul’s half gone, when you’d trade your last heartbeat for one more hit. Drugs don’t care who you are, don’t care what you do. They don’t care if you’ve got babies to feed, or bills overdue. It don’t check your job, your past, your skin. It don’t knock first it just walks in. I’ve seen teachers lose it. Doctors too. I’ve seen a mamas pray for sobriety and still fall through.. That man on the corner? He once had a home. That girl in the alley? She somebody's own. That guy noddin’ out by the wall in the rain? He taught your mama math—before the drugs took a play.. People love to point. “Look at that ****** That tweaker. That mess.” But they don’t see the story that lives in that chest. Cuz pain don’t pick favorites. And shame don’t heal. You don’t know the weight ‘til you feel what they feel. One day it might hit close— your kid, your blood, your name. And you’ll wish the world wasn’t built on blame. So yeah, I’ve seen some things. I’ve buried some too. But I’ve learned this truth the hard way through: Drugs don’t judge. They just take. But one ounce of hope can change a soul’s fate.. So next time you see someone falling apart, don’t turn your head. That’s somebody’s heart. And maybe, just maybe, that heart could be you real soon. Stay humble and proud, but dont underestimate the shameful power thats round.
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 6:11 PM UTC
Drugs do not discriminate
My racing thoughts are crashing sraight into my heart Paramedics on the scene diagnose my art It's flooding every ventricle and clotting in my veins But what I see is beautiful and I don't mind the pain
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 3:46 AM UTC
Art Attack
10th of November, what a day to remember. Our bambeano was here there was no longer a need to fear. It felt like we were living a fairy tale dream, That was until we got home and you began to scream. It took a while but we finally found our toes. As having you around helped us accomplish our goals. Waking up to seeing your gorgeous wee face, Always found many different ways to make my heart race. With the way you press both hands upon your chubby wee cheeks, Made every bad day seem so less bleak. You gave everyone something that was so special, That was a love that touched everyone's hearts. Now looking back we both like to think your more of a blessing, That was sent from above. So let this be a lesson to all those who we love, Just keep all your friends and family close and near. For that day we dread that we can't predict, Will soon make them no longer be here. So make memories that are dear to your hearts, Cherish them and love them. You'll be fine no matter how far apart. So to our wee buddy, our wee champ I hope you hold that tittle as high as you can. As for now on, like what we always sang, Your forever hanging out with the sandman love you millions from mummy ***
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Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 9:37 AM UTC
something to remember
Baby I told you I don't got religion Regardless when you touch me I'll feel like I was god sent Divine vessel pulling you inside Everything holy is a sensation you've yet to feel Not written in archaic books but legible across my body, written in braille That you never learned but understand well
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Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 7:55 AM UTC
Touch Me like you Mean it.
thoughts crawl like cockroaches. i found one in my bag today— unwanted, relentless— breeding faster than i **** thoughts i don’t want: image of my friend's veined hands, dream of names I shouldn’t say, waking sticky in my parents’ bed, praying to a god who doesn’t stop bodies. in this new city, i'm still that kid crying in that bed— anemic, brain-fogged, consumed by my own body. will i always be like this? both the beekeeper and the funeral, tending the hive of thoughts i’m trying to bury. the hive outlives the shovel.
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Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 1:50 AM UTC
Hive Outlives Me
Oh he loves me He loves me so dearly He loves me wholely He loves me with everything he has But But why I can't I love him the same? Why can't I feel my legs twirling? Why can't I feel the sensation of loving someone for the first time? Why is it so mind numbing that, I have others **** for and still can't feel it?
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Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 1:16 PM UTC
The dilemma
Love is like a curse. Making me believe. In things I haven't felt. My heart is a muscle. So it must have a memory. Of somebody's love. Lost long ago. Only there is no beating heart. No unsaid remark. No last chance. No last dance. It turns out. I'm getting pretty good. At this solo act. Love is like a curse. Never to be broken. It only breaks me. Until there is no memory. Curse this love. Curse this heart. For making me believe. In what's untrue love. Where's the only thing I've felt. Is this cursed love.
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Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 12:05 AM UTC
Cursed Love
For even space is occupied, There is both foreground & background. That which is visible And that which is elusive. Like vapor from water forming clouds. Like gaseous vents expelling What can not be seen, but felt. All is & all is connected.
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Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 11:24 AM UTC
Ptah, Tayt, Hedjhotep: Hephaestus, Rhapso, Athena
Always the lover, Never the loved. Always the healer, Never the healed. Always the photographer, Never the photographed. Always the helper, Never the helped. Always the cheerer, Never the cheered. Always the painter, Never the painting. Always the poet, Never the poem. Always the option, Never the priority. Always the lister, Never the heard. Always the writer, Never the muse. Always the understanding, Never the understood.
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May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 11:43 AM UTC
Never the chosen
Associated with Death Most of my life, Death has been interested in me. Like a crush teasing you Just letting you know it's there. A new song you put on repeat Because it resonates in your soul. It would disappear in the bad times, Take hold in the good. A stranger. A best friend. I'll be associated with death The rest of my life Because I decided once It was time to die.
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Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
Associated with death
It’s funny how you had me run to your needs and everything I did it was with ease, no time to sit back because I was on your track so if it derailed I knew how to bounce back, it wasn’t fated or in no contract I just knew your soul was reading my context, ever so lifted engraved with transition full of life and always in the distance; you filled my days with ignition, simplistic with intentions but not gathered by good decisions, we parted ways when Moses split the sea leaving thoughts behind as if you were a daydream, a cutoff to the main stream but I reopened up those doors like a dam who was in need, refreshing with a lesson but filled those pages with wages and empty spaces for me to erase, create and fill a void that ached with greed, I knew life would prevail I stood my ground and watch the ocean exhaled with a stare that came in like a seclusion hoping you weren’t the reason I was choosing
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Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 12:55 AM UTC
Distance
Silent Picture Book worm-etched warmth cocoon coop-cope deep-dive wings emerald waters Shores Molokai Melting Man mouth moon moth main inspiration mute moon cold draft move press inscript pencil sun rising melts still thread resounding threat sane symmetrical sense eyes emotional ease bucket-thirsty bot head-first thought emotional leech inner world melt outer word felt
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Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 4:42 AM UTC
Melting Man
Episteme Contingency Emperical Premise Take a day to live in Essential State Locus of Self, I being I thinking you must be for me to think of giving you a piece of my mind, thinking out being existing, ist, nicht wahr, amness I am as ware as any that wars have never made things better, Armegeddon fought by volunteers, shall not be the final solution haters hope. if this line exists, then you have existence, here, and now, in my past and your present, per haps in process of happening, let using letting, let us presume truth is discernible taken as being, what is, is true, what isn't, isn't truly imaginable in and of itself, having no being manifestly true. Where as it has been said, a word to the wise is enough.
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Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 8:58 PM UTC
Contingency A
🔱 WITH THE WORDS SHE WROTE PASSIONATELY WITH HER PEN YOU CAN FEEL THE INK CRAWL UPON YOUR SOUL HER CREATIVE YET HARD LIFE BLESSED US WITH HER POEMS SHE IS WHAT SPIRIT CALLS LIFE PAIN STRIFE LOVE ABUSED SHE WILL NOT FALL DOWN WITH THE STROKES OF THE INK ITS WRITTEN HER PERSONALLY LET MY WORDS CONSUME YOU OPEN YOUR MIND BE NOT AFRAID DARE TO BE THERE WITH ME FIND THE PLEASURE IN POEMS WRITTEN NAUGHTY & SO DELICIOUS READ THE STRUGGLES TOUGH DAYS LONELY NIGHTS LONGING TO BE LOVED NEEDING TO BE HEARD SURVIVING ON THE STROKES OF MY HAND ONTO PAPER IS THIS HOW IT ENDS WRITING IN INK THE RHYTHM OF MY LIFE WORDS JUST WORDS WRITTEN ©🇯ENNIFER DELONG ♬✘↯
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Nov 8, 2024
Nov 8, 2024 at 4:52 AM UTC
🖌️ Pen & Ink🖌️
Our of nowhere, invisible hands grab me. Fingers sharpened to tiny needles stabbing me all over. Internal bleeding I beg could finish me off. My lungs burn for life, but I burn for limited air supply. My legs itch to run, but I know better than to try again. ****** footsteps leave traces for the invisible hands to find me again.
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Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 6:10 PM UTC
invisible hands
Your side untouched for what felt like eternity
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Aug 11, 2024
Aug 11, 2024 at 11:04 PM UTC
Your Side Of Our Bed
dusty window sills; my innocence lost desert inhabitable leaves no cause. lifeboats left in the middle of ocean; salt-licked bony ribs rapid in motion. pretending so that life seems easier. undecided, seventeen, pleasing her. a bleak room haunted by sunken ghost ships autumn leaves in gutters; i still lose it. rivers dried up, lake evaporated. plain truth on my tongue, i just can’t say it. yet underneath there is a tiny ember; flesh of hope, flash of what i remember. from the vessel, i catch glimpse of dry land. pulling the bow upon the shore, i can.
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Oct 22, 2023
Oct 22, 2023 at 7:06 PM UTC
castaway: a tale of destination (sonnet)
I started isolating Myself, used to Say everything I was feeling But then I guess I just stopped I wanted them to Love me for who They thought I was And not who I felt Myself becoming Ever think about How horrified the People we loved Would be if they Found out who We really are? So we dig deeper Into our lies everyday Ultimately hurting The only People who Are brave enough To love us Wish I was Brave enough to Love them back We don't have As much time As we think
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Aug 20, 2023
Aug 20, 2023 at 2:12 PM UTC
Existentia Agonia
The sky descended its sapphire pearls from its embellished chalice. The pearls decorated my lonesome face, I stared upwards into the grey heavens of solemnity. I was searching for answers. I felt nothing as the water rolled off my fingertips, those precious jewels crashed the surface of the decrepit earth. This feeling I so longed for, so begged for, so sought. Empty like a vessel, I stood and soaked the frequency in, seconds that felt like days, time stopped, it stopped for me. Maybe for once in my life I was in control, this was it. No pain, no sorrow, I was free. In that moment I bathed. Bathed in the past, as my future filled my lungs, I was drowning in truth. Baptized from suffering, I was rooted, longing for the gods to purify me. I am a mere spec in the vast void, existing, while life just moves on. I couldn’t fathom moving on, what good could that bring if nothing in life was guaranteed. And just like that, the fear crept back in again, and I found myself, back in hell.
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Oct 11, 2022
Oct 11, 2022 at 8:54 AM UTC
Hollow Like The Sapphire Rain