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Indeed It was a breakup, ‘Cuz I was only for “necking her up”, ‘Cuz I was “dead from neck up”, Loving her was my greatest blunder, ‘Cuz she played a ***** heart plunder, Now when I see her Soft heartbeats become loud thunder, Hey peeps, She left me For other cove, She theft me In name of love, Then I kept her In my mind’s blocklist, Why heft her Meaningless memories, Easy say Hard in action But I needed a “whole soul checkup”, Indeed It was a breakup…..

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Mar 23, 2021

Mar 23, 2021 at 7:10 AM UTC

poetikradiation

Indeed, it was a Breakup!

Indeed It was a breakup, ‘Cuz I was only for “necking her up”, ‘Cuz I was “dead from neck up”, Loving her was my greatest blunder, ‘Cuz she played a ***** heart plunder, Now when I see her Soft heartbeats become loud thunder, Hey peeps, She left me For other cove, She theft me In name of love, Then I kept her In my mind’s blocklist, Why heft her Meaningless memories, Easy say Hard in action But I needed a “whole soul checkup”, Indeed It was a breakup…..

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As my foot slips off the edge, I feel my body let go. The initial panic is met with a contrasting sense of calm. A calmness that reminds me why I stepped so close to the edge in the first place. Release— my soul, my mind, my body. I am finally free, and in this moment I am weightless. As I fly, I fall farther away from the overwhelming madness that consumes me. With every gasp of hard air, I am brought closer to a world where my worries become peace. Just as I close my eyes, embracing the complete darkness, the complete freeness, I am moments away from meeting I feel a sharp yank that pulls me back up. Reeling me in, like a fish, not wanting to be caught. I did not ask to be saved. I did not want to be saved. My mind fills quickly with the madness that was erased moments ago. I feel the weight of my limbs and my troubles, and I feel pain. As I am lifted back onto the edge, the calmness leaves me , and I am met with shocking anxiety and sorrow. I am bound yet again, no longer free. But they will say that I am saved.

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Mar 24, 2020

Mar 24, 2020 at 2:27 PM UTC

hannahgrace1103

BOUND

As my foot slips off the edge, I feel my body let go. The initial panic is met with a contrasting sense of calm. A calmness that reminds me why I stepped so close to the edge in the first place. Release— my soul, my mind, my body. I am finally free, and in this moment I am weightless. As I fly, I fall farther away from the overwhelming madness that consumes me. With every gasp of hard air, I am brought closer to a world where my worries become peace. Just as I close my eyes, embracing the complete darkness, the complete freeness, I am moments away from meeting I feel a sharp yank that pulls me back up. Reeling me in, like a fish, not wanting to be caught. I did not ask to be saved. I did not want to be saved. My mind fills quickly with the madness that was erased moments ago. I feel the weight of my limbs and my troubles, and I feel pain. As I am lifted back onto the edge, the calmness leaves me , and I am met with shocking anxiety and sorrow. I am bound yet again, no longer free. But they will say that I am saved.

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When they call it butterflies, what do they mean? A small delicate creature that lands on your arm raising each hair one-by-one as it travels towards your hand. The nervous flutter in your stomach that you can never escape no matter how hard you try. A light floating feeling that raises your cheeks and stops you from coming back down. I don’t know why they call it butterflies. All I know is you give them to me.

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Mar 24, 2020

Mar 24, 2020 at 2:16 PM UTC

hannahgrace1103

Butterflies

When they call it butterflies, what do they mean? A small delicate creature that lands on your arm raising each hair one-by-one as it travels towards your hand. The nervous flutter in your stomach that you can never escape no matter how hard you try. A light floating feeling that raises your cheeks and stops you from coming back down. I don’t know why they call it butterflies. All I know is you give them to me.

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The darker the berry the sweeter the seeds plant them because you sow what you reap. My skin is magical you see...for I am a special kind of breed. When I'm in the sun my melanin boils, plus heat is good for my ***** coils. A shade darker I've just became... From honey brown to a cocoa shade. Time to untwist my bantu knots and free my natural fro. The curly crown of victory as my melanin glows. I strut through the grasslands in tune with my inner goddess. My legs are thick and long, so now its time to flaunt this. shaking my hair from left to right & pump my fist in the air. Wish I was alive in the civil rights, but then I wouldn't be hear. People they envy my complexion, they wish they had my perfection. But honestly you can't hate on something God gave. Melanin queen, you reign in the lands. Zion queen, lets do a foreign dance. Melanin runs within my veins and pores. Melanin I love to be, I'm wading in the shores.

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May 19, 2016

May 19, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC

PoeticDes

Melanin

The darker the berry the sweeter the seeds plant them because you sow what you reap. My skin is magical you see...for I am a special kind of breed. When I'm in the sun my melanin boils, plus heat is good for my ***** coils. A shade darker I've just became... From honey brown to a cocoa shade. Time to untwist my bantu knots and free my natural fro. The curly crown of victory as my melanin glows. I strut through the grasslands in tune with my inner goddess. My legs are thick and long, so now its time to flaunt this. shaking my hair from left to right & pump my fist in the air. Wish I was alive in the civil rights, but then I wouldn't be hear. People they envy my complexion, they wish they had my perfection. But honestly you can't hate on something God gave. Melanin queen, you reign in the lands. Zion queen, lets do a foreign dance. Melanin runs within my veins and pores. Melanin I love to be, I'm wading in the shores.

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