Category: Poetry
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Viscous accounts
My acts of honest disclosure are stabs of glass; I turn against my own ego. Although, those brash attacks are blasts of mad. My emotions are abstract at that, so I feel disarmed against my own soul that would decompose. Until I make a rasher grab at this valid power you have. My force is […]
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Water
Piece together the broken floored labyrinths. Speak in poems, but always know your path in which. Desiring truth, and freedom. Perspire the doom, and gloom, and feel peace within. A fire is too warm, if it is entrenching my very own in indecency. A piece of me heals, when. I allow love to ease in. […]
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October 24th
Stories I tell myself rummage through my soul’s good health Pieces of me attained Brings me to moments of wealth Dying in the sun Rebirths to know my why Ending up on this plane I reached up to grab the sky Worries would storm my nature I have no where to escape to Pouring my […]
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Contextual [99]
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When I look at you I see a Goddess I do not know how to fully comprehend. If I am floating on my bliss, and I am a perceived God amongst the many of them. Then, us paired together is our secretive win. They ask us what are our plans today? And, we say – […]
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Time flies [5]
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Moments of bliss, still needs encouragement from the amounts of chaos that they placed on me. I am built to last – But my mind races on me. Pronounced words, failed to carry out smoothly by my athletic body. I’m shot, and I am still able to carry out my actions calmly. Although they judged […]
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159.
Poetry written with wine stained breath.If red bled from my wrist, it would be a wine stained death. I write until my soul is bare and there is nothing much left. I fall out to the symphony of your lyrics and sounds.I stand astounded, as I always want you around. You accept me and you […]
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158.
With every day that passes,I grow closer to my demons. For every wave that crashes,I find another soulful reason. To love with dignity, and respect for myself —Culture and higher values. Conquering myself, and learning how to. Since I’ve met you, my world has opened up to more purpose.I needed a real woman in my […]
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157.
Absurdity, You lurk in me. The words in me, Is fervently; The search in me, I find in you. If you search in me; The words will say, I love you. Earnestly, I refurbish me. To show you me, I’m working deep. Spiritual work, I’ve constantly, searched and reaped — So here you are, My […]
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156.
Life is short — Shall we live a little? I want it all, I never give a little. This is poem is yours, My heart is yours. I give a lot, But never met in the middle. Until I met yours, because before I was very brittle. So now I’m sure, because your heart just […]
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155.
I want to reach the branch that dangles above, above our crowns. I want to see your hand, in which has my heart so I can match with yours and hold it down. Us two, we are a force. Undo, all that we have endured — And we would not be the reservoir of strength […]
Elijah Charles Joyner 