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suspicious outerlimits thraldom undecorated decorated originalty thorns thrown with horns exguisteness must rebuild to chill uncolored come…
I hate to see my mother cry even though I know I caused…
has anyone died and came back to life telling us what Heaven is like…
damn I hate this place sick of looking at this face…
I'm running to you please don't chase me away…
feet, hair, hands & waist Each drop carelessly penetrates our…
where are my words when I need them open my eyes and I don't see them…
Building a relationship takes time. A slow becoming of each other's identity…
your movement is rattling my dishes I guess you have some issues…
mama tried to whip us into shape but somehow we still windup being dysfunctional…
I searched the old familiar haunts, for a face, assign, or a token…
there's so much crime outside I bet when you arrive…
There is a line being drawn in the sand try to understand…
maybe it's like taking candy from a baby maybe it's like riding ship in the navy…
Death springs a new day basking in the breeze In solemn moments lets pause to think of a place A far off castle in the mountains away from…
The age on their faces, the pain in their eyes, the sadness of being alone…
A whisper in the dark With tones of darkened madness…
Submitted by chevyvent on Sat, 2017-03-25 08:46…
Today I heard a robin sing Heralding the coming spring…
When the ones you make time for don't make time for you What do you do?…
I race to run...always on the chase... my heart dropping beats... like shells from a shot gun... I'm lost in desperation... seaching for…
Somewhere in the pits between piss poor and decisions…
In a puddle of piddle, relaxes the disillusioned hero…
My mother hid me from everyone While I developed in the womb…
Pain im going insane looking at my veins listen to rain darknes emptiness shattered confused but hear truth opposite faces wrong color skin…
Dark white slanted eyes mixed playing box out cause im a rebounder worlds greatest founder shine even when you crab me whats behind you…
the air is fine to breathe just don't get lost in the weeds…
the artist way is the hardest way trying to say what you ought to say…
don't mind pushing a man in a wheelchair together you both will get there…
everything don't have to be deep you have to be alive to be sleep…
opening up the window, letting the world in feeling all the pain seeping in, someone somewhere is crying and it sounds a lot like rain…
Don't know what I'm in search to find so I'll just say what's on my mind…
Silence is the platform for the mind of a poet. Where your words collaborate with the pen that condemns the paper to contain the story…
Jesus is ready to recruit you as his soldier in the army of the kingdom…
If your looks could kill My defiant will would still…
Tell me why she left, when she say it felt right…
it's so hard to catch those who are falling without plunging to the depths of our deaths…
too many things on the windowsill broken blind broken will, payments due…
Mama wasn’t a one hitter quitter Daddy was a bad pick of the litter…
Aspired writer looking for inspiration…
In her heart just beneath her skin lays a tin pitcher. The spout along with it's sides covered with frost from the coldest of water…
We were anointed, becoming one with stained glass. We delivered ourself…
Although tomorrow isn't promised. Today was once tomorrow…
Of all things sentimental. She came through the door wearing a suit of armor…
Of all things sentimental. She came through the door wearing a suit of armor…
I was a shirt filed with straw and rags. Pants that hang loose. Jeans cuffed pinned uncomfortably…
You are a Goddess, held upright With hands that warm the soul and a voice that soothes…
Within you is a great harvest. One filled with wheat grain and honey…
I slept to wake with open ears. Let alone, following a certain feeling that led me to believe that I was missing…
She was a small town, swollen with life. A miniature seed spread wide in the palm of her hand…
To hold and acknowledge the representation of all things pure. The gift of a black woman…
at times the waters within your temple can be like the ocean when waves form…
Who is this dude, girrrrl he looks like he can get it…
you know how its something you just know as if it is apart of your essence…
