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Tamika Dakota Apr 2015
Hello poetry!
Oh wait, that's it!  
Read my words see how they fit

Divide my visions of unbroken dreams
This it what you asked for, my devious schemes

Dance to a language of winning days
See my sun, soak up rays

Thank you all to those who share
My love of poetry, I know you care

On this site I see the lives of men and women wrong and right

Don't doubt another's courage to speak
Without support I would not keep

Be at peace show empathy to care

Write your poem
It's time to share...
Peace and love to all ! **
Tamika Dakota Apr 2015
I wanted to change
But not for good
I wanted to be smarter
Don't know if I could
I wanted all the power
There's none that agreed
Every moment every hour, you're all I see
I wanted you to be there through the days I need you most
I wanted you to hold my hand, I rage, I scream, I boast
I wanted them to fade away so I'm all who you see.
I wish that I was made for you, cause you were made for me.
Tamika Dakota Mar 2015
I now can't stand the sounds of screaming in and out of my mind. Triggered by a lack of motion for healing is to die.
The wasteful grins of unexplained thrills, families can be the ones that ****. Leaves die from the outside as we suffer in. I sigh and wait till pains of words pass, if it never sinks I may aswell fall deep into distasteful glory.
Tamika Dakota Mar 2015
Can't comprehend the best, only the worst

As I watch them drag the body, the hearse.  

Sunken daze of worries and sorrow to watch the sun of a new tomorrow

Brave upon a state so fine with ecstasy for us to pine.

Devour my words, no wisdom is true Is this the world we've come view..
Tamika Dakota Mar 2015
Managed to keep my secret free from all the sick humanity
Of what the world has come to be
Delirious and blackened seas

My wounds now clear from all the shame
How you divide me I'm not sane

Just let me clear my throat once more
To let me bleed across this floor

It's not what I ask for it's what you give
It's all the remains I'm left to live

A time we waited for a boast
Of new intentions, Subtle jokes

I'm not done, nor is he
Won't let us live, won't let us be

This is you
This is me.
Tamika Dakota Mar 2015
The wails from the storm clouds cry from exhaustion
They see all as do the angels without wings
Their trapped to watch a pale pink descend into a blue
Oh how sick the world can be....

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