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i Sep 2014
the moment of surprise,
hold of breath,
wandering eyes,
cloudy skies,
crowded place,
elevated space,
racing heart,
i'm fallen apart,
tight grip on your colar,
don't be so bipolar,
red lipstick kisses,
heartbroken pieces,
messy hair,
we are the perfect pair,
only when you leave me,
you will see,
why we were so reckless,
young and careless,
fooling around,
misbehaving without a sound,
our hearts wound,
unfixable,
dismissable.
i miss you, g.
Shandel Pruitt Sep 2009
O Lord... here i go again...

These poetic rootz
shine through so beautifully
unveiling the fathomless depths
of this mess
i call a brain
no...
a mindframe...
intensely irrate
and predictable
the dismissable
truth of the lies
in my mind
runs blank
against the grays
going daily
from they're lips
through my ears
to my fears
showing nothing...

But a fearless
fathomless...
painless
blameless
remission
of my life...

Refrain from reading those lines...
this here is the truth of this mind

An admission of sins...
and faults...
the fears of my timeless
realm known as my mind...
Lonliness lead to the tears
and shattered dreams
of this forlorn heart...

Sadness caused this endlessly
reforming wound...
This bleeding ****
spilling my innermost emotions
out onto the floor
Before the world

.....Yet this is only the beginning of my plight....
"..you hear me, I can feel it.
Write what I'm about to tell you,
for you're the first one
in a very great while to listen
and not just simply hear.

I know your pain.
I hear them too:
crying, screaming, pleas for help.
The people around me point and laugh,
but I know you hear them,
I know you can hear me:
I can see it on your face.

Please, I-
we
beg you;
don't ignore us:
you may be our final hope
for revenge, and more importantly,
acknowledgment.

Edwin, please hurry.
We need your help.
There were once more of us,
but we're hunted, herded and murdered
as abominations, as witches, as demons
by they who severed their own minds from the Source
whether willingly or not.

Time is ever shorter for us.
Our breath is ever weaker.
It's a miracle you're writing this down."

"How am I to help?
You're just a hallucination of a voice-
an artifact of my fracturing sanity;
T'is I who needs the help, t'would seem.
If you are indeed real,
where are you that I may be of help?"

"I do not know where I am,
or where the others are,
but I know it is nowhere we belong
and I know it is now we must act.

The Gift
seems, from the outside,
to be dismissable as mere 'mental illness,'
and it may well be
to one who has not studied it
and lived it
and mastered it
as was once common
as was once our privilege.

The Severed
would seek to eradicate all traces of it
without regard for damage done and blood spillt.
The Severed
have no concern for anything beyond
what they perceive within their inner horizon.

However,
you are of the Severed world, yet remain Nonseverent.
That is no small feat.
That is why you hear us.
That is why we need your help.
You and I are an echo of a dying breed,
a reflection of the Source, herself,
in a realm which intentionally fell from unity
into schismatic disarray."

"How should I seek to help
if I have so much to learn
and so little time to study?
Where would I begin?"

"Go to sleep. It will be in a dream
I shall present myself to your mind,
for a conscious state lends itself
to fear and violent schism at any cost
when it comes to things such as these.

There and then you begin thy training,
you begin a new journey upon thy Path.
You don't yet know how important this will be."
Literally a conversation with a frantic female voice in my head.
Call it 'Inspiration' or the ancient Greek concept of the 'Genius.'
Prior to this revelation, I thought it was just ******-positive,
but now I feel it's more deliberate and fated than that implies.
The end to his potential was swift

They'd told him after all, he had no gift

There was nothing for him to share

No reason for him to care

Why should he ever dare..?

Putting himself out there..?

Best to stay invisible

In the corner of the eye, dismissable

"Nothing to see here"

Just unworthiness and fear

They'd told him after all, there was no hope

The best choice for him, was the rope.
Banele Msimango Jun 2019
...last night.
The memories of my childhood.
The alarms it brought up
are simply non dismissable

Pictures of my childhood years
Flashed right before my eyes.
And there she was
The most beautiful creature I've ever seen
My rock, the pillar of my strength,
The woman I adore, my mother, my only father.

She had in her hand the meal of the day
My favorite, cooked to perfection,
My buds melted with the aroma
And yes she dished just the way I always liked it
Just a little bit more than what my brothers had.

These memories, I can not dismiss.
No errors
aa Apr 2017
Sinew by sinew, you stitch me under your skin.

Where I end and you begin is determined by your seam ripper, a tool you never seem to want to use.

And while you burry me deep inside you,

I carry you in plain sight, on my kneecaps, in brown and purple bruises.

In the un-dismissable dull ache that reminds me of you.

I may have not been built to kneel,

but maybe I can withstand your bend.

— The End —