Yday poems on Hello Poetry

Sumeria Nov 2018

My mind is empty my heart is cold im lost in this maze call life hear me o lord for god is within my soul im connect to the cosmos the bring light. Night fall s sun rise just to live the yday for this life is just cycles wat was yday is now for the time is cycles karma wat going come around but my. Mind is empty so u say but i have the key of life for im the chosen one who can decide life and death for im the mega of all living thing for i have melanin so i rule over you and take back my spirit. For u have lock my power tht i had and distory my key for the day will come when. The game is over and i win . but til then my mind is lost in the dust.

The Concrete Poet Aug 2019

vigorously i pick (Pøę life story)

hard-
cold-
angry-
bi polar
has been
my
personality
for
years
now.

pick...
pick

pick...
pick.

it only
takes
one
memory
and,

i
arrive
OUTSIDE
myself
once
again,

always
knowing
how.

pick...
pick

pick....
pick,

everyday
i
pick at
my
scabs
my
wounds
my
past.

i wait
for
loose
gravel
under
my feet
to
scuttle
at
long
last.

one
time
in life,

i
was a
child
that
saw
life
as an
everyday
playground.

now?

i
pick....
pick

pick....
pick.

i
wait
to discard
this
defeated
frown.

i
wait
for
my
life
to drown.

i
wait
for
them to
come
leave
tears
upon my
cemetary
mound.

i...

i wait
for
death-

and
my
childhood
to
once
again
be
found.

i...

i wait
for
MY
death-

to
no
longer
make
a sound.

The Concrete Poet Jun 2019

Vigorously I pick (a tragic story about me)

hard-
cold-
angry-
bi polar
has been
my
personality
for
years
now.

pick...
pick

pick...
pick.

it only
takes
one
memory
and,

i
arrive
OUTSIDE
myself
once
again,

always
knowing
how.

pick...
pick

pick....
pick,

everyday
i
pick at
my
scabs
my
wounds
my
past.

i wait
for
loose
gravel
under
my feet
to
scuttle
at
long
last.

one
time
in life,

i
was a
child
that
saw
life
as an
everyday
playground.

now?

i
pick....
pick

pick....
pick.

i
wait
to discard
this
defeated
frown.

i
wait
for
my
life
to drown.

i
wait
for
them to
come
leave
tears
upon my
cemetary
mound.

i...

i wait
for
death-

and
my
childhood
to
once
again
be
found.

i...

i wait
for
MY
death-

to
no
longer
make
a sound.

written by me.. ..

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