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"The idea of overcoming is always fascinating to me. It's fascinating because few of us realize how much energy we have expended just to be here today. I don't think we give ourselves enough credit for the overcoming."
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Except for Dreams . "It’s so hard to go forward," he said, while looking toward the sky. "So hard to build, easy to destroy. Why do you think that is?" he asked me, awaiting an answer that he knew I knew. A pause as birds fly across sunlit skies, screaming their freedom. "Except for dreams," he said before I could speak. Except for dreams . Barnes, Silencio. "Except for Dreams." part of the Eternal Figments of Reality collection #Poetry about #freedom, maybe. And dreams, and flight... http://bit.ly/ExceptForDreams For more poetry by me, link in bio . Tags #wordswithqueens #lipoetry #wordswithkings #oltmblog #poettree #illogicalpoemworld #scrawledstories #thescribbledstories #poetryphile #insanepoets #willyoureadittome #theanonymouswriter #scratchedstories #thewordrender #thewriterswarmth #repostwriting #artlixirfresh #artlixirpoetry #tribeofpoets #wordbender #silverleafpoetry #poemwars #poets #bymepoetry #veinheartartisans #omypoetry #poetryaboutbirds #poetryaboutfreedom . Mentions @words_with_queens @littleinfinitepoetry @words_with_kings @oltmblog @illogicalpoemworld @scrawledstories @thescribbledstories @poetryphile @poet__tree_ @insane_poets @willyoureadittome @the.anonymous.writer @#scratchedstories @thewordrender @thewriterswarmth @repostwriting @artlixirpoetry @we.da.tribe @word.bender @scribblescrawl_ @silverleafpoetry @poem_wars @poets @bymepoetry @veinheartartisans https://www.instagram.com/p/CU3HORXJMGM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Half-light is touching everything
On the bus back home.
The rotten condensation
Makes the forms of people
Glitter in the sinewy, tangible air
Between dusk and night,
Accentuating and pronouncing
Odd nodules of strangers
Listening to air pods, stock still.
The middle distance is their focus,
These mortal gods:
And echoes of passive violence
Rent the air like the aftershock
Of a sonic boom, deep and resonant
And unending…
On the deck below
A woman is vomiting words
Into the silence of the bus
Her only objector, the neutral tone
Announcing the next stop
Which could be Whitechapel.
Or Kidbrooke. Or Clapham.
The fellow at the back there,
He taps in staccato on his phone
The dizzying symphony of thought
Is now dimmed and slipping away
Under Brixton streetlights
And the woman opposite
Pulls her puffer jacket into herself
Like a flower curling into fragile rigor mortis.
He looks away and sends a message
He shouldn’t have to.
‘Text me when you’re home.
Please don’t walk back alone xxx’
He does not know why
The chest he breathes out of is tight.
The pubs on the A-road
Chunter with uneasy murmur,
The chink of vessel on veneer
The waitress is all lip gloss
And glassy eyes at The Wetherspoon.
Back here on the bus,
The woman is still screaming bloody murder
But the top deck is quiet.
Her screeching butchers an easy silence.
Connections are missed,
Like light that has travelled from the sun
For a thousand years
To settle on fallow ground
That no one will see.
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I used to be an old school. Who believed in forever and longed for an ever lasting relationship. But over time I've learnt. Nothing lasts forever. And trusting someone is the most difficult thing to risk in life.
I'm not blaming for what has happened, with you, between us. Instead, I felt good. With you, I was happy.
But I have realized now, that I was never free. I was in a different position when we met, I was sad, devastatingly was drowning in pain. You came, and felt like someone who'd lend a hand to help me come out. Undoubtedly you got me out of that well, but only to have inside the golden cage.
I was happy on the outside. Everyone who saw, thought I was lucky to be in a golden cage. But me? I always wanted to be free.
I don't want to be a liability for anyone. I can't stand the idea of being a “plus-one” my entire life.
They told be to keep quiet and keep my head down low, all to accommodate a masculine flow. I say no I’ll keep my head held high because I am here to vibe with my star sisters tribe. Yes, women too have rights.