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poetdreamerfool · 3 years

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when it swallows

i. he got a dream yeah he’s a king; a black male-- uptown in the Hinterlands deigned supreme

ii. the king of it all and the king of nothing;

iii. his father’s love was more like hate inside out-- when he got too big to hit they’d scream and shout; the secret to being a black man: tears in the dark don’t count-- iv. how poetical-- foiled diabolical schemes cooked from week long day dreams intwixt the ways and means of suffering once thought profound but found to be hollow.

v. If you don’t lead you follow. studying his surroundings he quickly learned the world doesn’t chew it just swallows.

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joannethatgotaway · 4 years

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A POEM WITH UGLY RHYMES

Our eyes meet

I fake a smile

Flowers for her,

Bullets for me

My heart screams

I unfriend its beat

I eat some chocolates

These aren't sweet

You dance with her

I sing a song

You sing her a song

I write a poem

You have my words

She has your ears

You kiss her hand

I hug a pillow

Wet with tears

It's hard to swallow

She is the girl

I will never be

I write a poem

Its rhymes are ugly.

2016 poem, joanne.

Hi, it’s been a long time. I can hardly write these days so here’s just an old poem I made. Stay safe!

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followcb · 4 years

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Poetry of Morning Light!

a soft serenade, an easy breeze

might we go lightly

today as we make our way

may we choose well

have faith, believe in nature

her healing, higher powers;

magic at every imaginable angle

fantastic, magnanimous

magnificent is her splendor

blessed are we who live in her

beautiful, life sustaining home

Let kindness direct our hearts,

CB

Image & Poem ©️ @followcb ☆ April 9, 2020

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faceking16 · 4 years

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Things left unsaid

Everytime we meet,I dive into your world searching for all the treasure it holds, that moment everything around fades away like am witnessing a beautiful sunrise.Just you and me telling each other all our secrets.Everything ,every damn thing about you.Your likes, dislikes, strenghts, weaknesses ,things that drives you, makes you go crazy, songs you feel different around,your insecurities,dreams,things you would laugh at for days and still laugh some more,all the weirdest of things. It's like a song to me which I can listen forever and still long for more.I want you to know,if we ever decide to exchange hearts .I'll keep yours safe,I won't rush things,the addiction and the getting high over you,I want it to be slow.For I know that heart of yours needs love every day, every moment. Even if the sky falls and the world's at its edge I'll protect it with my life.And about my heart? Well he's small, a bit fragile he knows he might fall someday but don't worry he'll get back up. Its a big responsibility you know? Loving someone like there's no tomorrow. As Agustus said" It'll be a privilege for me to have my heart broken by you" Miss………………….It's all I gotta say

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anotheremotionalmind · 5 years

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And I love you, I really do.

And I hate you, I really do.

-M.N

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dementia7 · 5 years

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Post-Pink

Tasted true love discretely, professed like headlong prose, doing all we could & what we liked.

The rain fell early—

Post-pink; we've gone through this; on a mound of fog, raising my hat to the diamond,

I wanted more.

Dawn sewed through chainlink, aloft like heaven's gate,

Hope kicks hard; there is ease here knowing—

I cannot find your name.

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the-dark-angelus · 5 years

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Strange

I’ve been taking the same things that these people are breathing in this strange city where everyone are strangers and everything is dreamy to the eyes of everyone who haven’t been here.

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I’ve been living every minute for some years now in this place. I never thought that it would take longer than this before I familiarize everything about here.

I had left my joy in my home and found myself trying to find some to other people, to other places. Walking my feelings alone on what must have been the thoroughfare where people with definite purpose come back and forth harvesting the grown seeds of their blood, sweat and tears. Fighting the essence of time because the longer that I stay, the more I acquaint to it - and be part of it.

I’ve been taking the same things that these people are breathing in this strange city where everyone are strangers and everything is dreamy to the eyes of everyone who haven’t been here.

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etching-bones · 5 years

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Waking early was a gift, Lin knew, because it was then that she watched Stella in sleep. Perfect as she was, peaceful as she was. It touched Lin so deeply her heart felt bruised

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j-w-poetry · 5 years

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interstellaravatars · 4 years

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Equanimity has become an old friend of mine.

Stationed triangular prisms in the sky carry the cooridinates to my political asylum. A spirit refugee from the star system Pleiade takes these marks upon her heart with grace and dignity. In between two things is a sentence I have become well accustomed with. This war is a familiarity far too well known, to express uncertainty would be considered a weakness on my behalf. Treaties have been agreed upon and put in motion. The time it takes to learn these lassons will be the end result. All the while, a recognized knowing in my heart, that sides are not an option. Equanimity has become an old friend of mine.

©Daiden Ahern

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foreveratlas · 5 years

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She Is Made Of All Things Gold

She is made of all things gold

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not jewels or metals

or trinkets and desires-- no.

She is made of all things gold

all things that shine

of glass circumstance

and desperate foil--

she is made of all things

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gold and grand and dark

like human hearts.

All things gold, all things

left to wait and tarnish

valued by butterflies

as they land gently upon

edges of broken promises.

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All things good may never pray

but all things gold are made

of these moments, made of

tears and laughter

and flooding sunlight.

She is made with all things gold

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not because she knows

but because she loves

and cries and says she's okay

when truly, truly--

she isn't.

She is made of all things gold

even when the gold is faded.

Even when the gold

was never really gold

to begin with.

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She is made of all things brilliant.

She is made of all things gold.

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poetdreamerfool · 3 years

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finally famous

in medias res: daydreaming of something lavish push to start, automatic; therein we turn up the volume to drown out the static--

round here to survive you gotta pull the hat out the rabbit; turn that tragic to magic-- cry at birth, laugh at death;

outside by design-- stuck in line with a heart full of whispers so serpentine, random honeyed words mixed in a little turpentine, distilled into an unsent valentine-- the whole world is on fire: but with you this is fine. signed scribbles over a dotted line--

I thought it would all be mine, all the good times rhymed, it might have meant something different but everything sounded the same. then the fat lady sang--

a black man at the opera? you know he’s the phantom; hailing from a land where the searches ain’t random; cops in tandem: he cometh the destroyer of worlds. blood red roses unfurl; feral plumes of smoke curl-- put my mugshot on my tombstone. I’m finally famous.

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joannethatgotaway · 4 years

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a shabby little book,

lying on my stomach

blades of the grasses,

carving solace on my back

every blow of the wind

murmurs a language–

a never-heard-before

the impalpable threads

of the sunlight

weaving my soul a life lore

an old ash tree

shaking off its leaves

gradually evincing bareness

scars still weeping sap

being revealed

by the mountain breezes

dandelions dancing to be lost one by one

land smoothly on my nose

smelling like forgotten dreams and wishes

yearn for poetry and prose

my eyes turning into waterfalls

mirroring the azure sky

all that was caged in hell

being freed on the sly

little flowers bloom

filling all the holes

green grasses compose

some hymns on my soles

my freckles are constellations

ravishingly shine

a complete bizarre decorations

all perfectly mine

my body is my own home

and I exist,

my body is my own home

thank God–I exist!

words and photograph by: @joannethatgotaway

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404writewords · 5 years

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Truth Is Dying

Biased minds pluck cherries so selectively Obfuscating the search for genuine reality Arguments launching from deep delusions People working backwards from conclusions What some call facts others call fake news How will the future define what is true?

In the idea parade axioms are on full display What is your favorite flavor of tautology? Black and white binary rejects all the gray So truth gets lost between divergent mythology

Pursuing more power through a theory of games Competitors peddling lies and unfalsifiable claims Once they buy in can the ignorance be undone? Or is every misinformed conviction a loaded gun Projecting bullets with names an errorist engraved Shot between rival teams ideologically enslaved

We've put too much stock in convenient anecdotes Now mistakes and misconceptions are multiplying When context no longer has a place in our quotes I fear the very concept of truth is dying

Did we forget the burden of proof has rules? Electing to set sail on this ship of fools Such blind faith a testament to desperation No time for peer review or even citation No treatment for self-destructive rationality No room left in discourse for factuality

This is the era of historical revisionism This is the age of the ascending charlatan This is the period of declining naturalism Actuality has become increasingly partisan

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faceking16 · 4 years

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You want someone who loves you the way you are and you also fear being who you really are.Now that's funny!

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anotheremotionalmind · 5 years

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So I gave you my heart, because my soul is already broken.

-M.N

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