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Limitations live on intimidation. A single living cell, is enough for this observation. Tell this to old Nel, because he sure had a great living hell. * But hell is just an allusion for this destruction. Know it's just a minor infusion. Only you and old Nel allowed this python's malfunction take the best in your living well. * Honeysuckle grasp at your waist, but you throb them away. Learn to have a little taste, at the life you have left at bay. Don't dismay yourself for the others blind ears, or social medias help or even years of haunted fears. * Dry up those tears, and have a look in the mirror. Whether your white or mocha, size zero, indefinitely a hero. With four eyes, color hair dyed. Thin or thick, no matt what pick. * You don't need these words as the chords to sing the songs of your lords, that hang above your glorifying show. * Just the gears to fulfill your cheers.
Love will set me Free
A little too much. A little to little. Not enough to understand what you mean to me. One thing for certain, the curtain is blank. The boulder between us. I'd say now is pain. My heart aches at night. Your name doesn't have that green go light. Nor a red to signal a pause. It is too quiet. So lonely. I want to drive, Walk, Crawl, Die even, Just to have your aroma wiped out from your clothes and into my nostrils. Seven year coming, and I remember your scent. Our hearts rise and fry into the heat we make. With my arms curled around your waist. Heavy arms tugged, suffocating my head. The claustrophobia, unimaginable. "Love, don't you go now. Hold out for my hug, in this tender night. For I am here tonight. No need to cry, to die, to lie, to fly. It is no phobia, no dream, no allusion you've come to see. Feel my heart pound upon yours. I am here."
Our Colony
You live the life of independence. While we still feed off of the hands of our guardians. With no where to turn, we assert entrustment since the day we break free from our mothers womb. As warriors, we brawl long before we exist to combat us with our backbone. For the battle royal awaits in triumphs of the weak and the tenacious. Trembling heart in our throat, abhorrence clothing us, cold feet with the fifty layers of heat. We fear life in the battle royal. Until a shift in the intoxicated wind made a lustrous pathway fill our lungs with illuminated air. You are the neck of the woods that enriched our alleyways towards it. With tools that introduced us that doubt is a depicted image in our head because even through suppressed memories there is a future the possesses the unimaginable. And yet, with nothing to give you don't expect anything in return but that of our fulfilled smiles. There is a word, an approach, to the unconditional love you have given. One that will last from here to eternity: Prodigious.
My Candle Friend
"Together, forever" is an understatement for it can never sum up the amount of devotion, amount of love, I have for him. It is also thrown as an overstatement for those words can dismantle my allusion of jot to him. His sorrow and hurt, his addictions that nearly kill him, the display model for mothers to educate the next generation oh how he proves a waste of a life. They couldn't be more wrong, my dear love. He is judged ugly for his mocha skin, open scars that still bleed out at night, uneducated, a bad influence, all theses horrendous things because they won't take the time to enter his ozone. I've never meet someone, whose actions had no reflection upon his soul, on what he has to offer. I cried home one night. Playful waves wanted to suck me in its hole in the middle of its waters. He illuminated love, one I didn't know of. Assuring me safety from some 1,000 miles away. He is a candle, the fire is his ego while the shadows behind it, are the cowards afraid of contradiction brought upon them. They seek to strangle the fire,burn it out. A candle makes the shadows. It does not respond to a shadow, a shadow bows to its master. Even if, my beloved friend, you ae to leave so sudden, remember your fire, your light, has forever changed that damp in the night.
And the elevting process hunts me down
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I thrive to strive through all of my deepest lies that I keep bottled up inside. Only four hours sleeping with the moon and twelve restless hours harvesting the sun. The voices don't lie when they told me I'd fail a grade to claim a trophy of shame. That time just flys, while triumph requires just a bit more aim. Gloriously enough, my time had a limit as did my pain and sorrow. Put it in together, and you've got yourself a holocaust. Destructional flames in the streets of my brain. No on in panic, just angry feelings. The outer layer of me, smoothless skin, a bumpy road it must've hit as I tried to hurry away from these absolved brain cells. Fiery, pitful feelings hovered over my calm ocean waves. Overlapping in gasps, the dark ocean pit could collapse my grand philosophy: To kick the unexpected hit, Murder the negative vibes, Live through rendorous thunderstorms, and watch below the people that once looked down upon me. I feel the breeze wash over me. Watch it devour my soul, the texture, the color, the blue rays formed and Mt. Everest under my feet. The breeze turned into robust waves of winds clensed the inner me. Fiery pit feelings coming to an end with the sound of the eclipse lurking right in. The brightness, blindness, electrifying quietness as the moons gaze consumed the fiery feelings.
Notoriously Unknown
Along the line of hurt,
there is a subdivision
of what you thought
you can break from me.
But I wonder,
who is the real one
that needs glasses.
Don’t you see me,
dancing
with the undergoing
hairs of developing grass?
You were much like my back yard.
Wasteful junk,
just waiting to be dumped.
Unnecessary bricks
I carried,
as they always seemed to kick.
The Gift,
the drift.
I never thought
your pity
would be converted into
a witty little spirit.
One I now possess,
in the hands of
a person like me.
A friendship like this,
They say,
would last forever.
Yet, the only forever I felt
was your words over me.
The ones that reminded me
how crazy I can be.
When last I checked,
a dropout
is ignorant,
an addict
is malicious,
sexually active?
You must be sinning!
Add it all up
and you were still the perfect one.
Because,
I saw beyond your flesh,
further back
from your eye socket
where your birthmark is placed.
I am ashamed to say,
that I formed a hole through you.
And it wasn’t you
who I was looking at,
but my sweet old
Home.
You just happened to have been there.
In my unawakening
childhood life..
At the tip of the iceberg,
I feared my lungful efforts.
Jumping so high
I must be falling.
But a Bird never really falls.
Rather,
they are born into a new.
Learn to fly birdy,
'cause I am ready to dive.
Get Up
You hurt me like no other. With a fake relationship. As kids we were invinsible. You can say that it didn't hurt then when you'd push me away or crack a joke. You hurt me like no other. Your intelligences only illuminated your soul but your pain only agonized you and instead of turning for help you turned to her. The one with two names. To this day I don't understand. You hurt me like no other 'cause when I realized that smell of skunk on your sweater, igniting fumes from your body like it became part of you, It didn't come from an animal, but that of a plant. I know that my heart, as well as others, cracked more brighter then the lighter you used for that blunt tonight. Social media proves you right, with the constant post of the booze and alcohol. It is your diary, your life. Go to them and brag to them about things you'd think they'd understand. Tell me something I don't know because, You hurt me like no other, when I saw your hand raised, just above your waist while you were in your prison suit, curly hair flat and dry, signaling a goodbye The webcam, I couldn't bare it It's just a movie, I thought like the ones we'd watch. My tears dried quickly, dry as your starchy face. When you were finally released, I promised a better stance, better connection, greater happiness, joyous love. You hurt me like no other. Now you have a grasp and it was needed for your better sake. But if I had known that serving you a new life signaled a start of dictatorship, I wouldn't of never of guessed. You compressed my life, my writing, my will, my vision impaired when salt water came crashing from my wet rainy eyes. You hurt me like no other, You became her, You became the world. The one a couple years back, when rights became a civil matter and the whites rampered on how the low is trash. Did you not learn about MLK and Malcolm X? Because I never imagined our family, an impending crisis in which I have to yell to be heard. Need to cut because my vocals just aren't loud enough. Where suicude... Did you not see your mocking laughter joined without me? Yes, of course, my insecurities and anxieties in this corrupt society seems like a laughing matter 'cause you were the only one Loud enough, heard you loud and clear. As did my heart, when I tried to hold back those tears. Giving you the satisfaction of impounding my soul. You will not break me I will rise I will fight. Prove to you, That I don't need that plant just to have a talk with you, so you can be my brother. Enough of you more of me and I. You hurt me like no other, and I say thank you 'cause not only will you regret your words but you will choke on them. Catch the rock inside your throat, cough it up, see your tainted blood covering the rock and see your wrongs that you are blinded from right now.
Submission
My veins connected to the root of the tree as my body sat above it. My clawed hands into the tree's flesh, like a mother in labor. The contractions are visible, sending magnetic pulses throughout my body. Electricity in the within, seeing that strek of beautiful yellow light rise in a line from the tips of my fingers, slithering to my hands quickly as possible to my arm, elbow, shoulder, neck, jaw line, face, my ears, entering the swimish-like corpuscles of my brain, and finally... It stops. The bolt of energy pauses, looking simply at the insides of me. As if to decide whether to attack or not. It's a piece of string, dangling around as it breathes in the atmosphere. Silence overcomes us. My nails are still central with the hard core branch of life and the brown/ black dirt smeared in my finger nails. But the cause, the purpose of my body swimming a way out is now condensed and contained. The line of electricity feels the wreath of my departure. Abruptly, it rises all the depths of its color, stringing from its nuclear ablazed power and fire, making the string as it looks, turn invisibly gray and hollow as the rich color of gold is risen all up to where it is now, all at once, and throws itself into my brain. A spark of interior light inside, almost cracking it by complete. From the surface, my brain toasted like a glow-in-the-dark night star displayed gently in a childhood room, a childhood life. These thoughts, the glimpse of a scent from innocence moved in a fast played movie clip, as then did I realize. The ocean wave of effect, that line of electricity, had in the exterior of my being. The agony and torment of a resolved childhood found an exit through my mouth. Opening it wide to release the pit of fire that it was. Remembering the sweetness I felt, and the reality of the cause. The Screaming in yelling was vocaly from me, but in the rings of that fire, it was everyone else. It was a singing orchestra of disaster, playing all too at once, making the sound of my screaming irreversible. Like spilling red wine on the white innocent carpet. Nothing will be the same. My head is going to explode like a mistakable grenade, only set for cosmic destruction. When will this fucken pain end from inside my head that I can't seem to get ahead of. Stop it right now, this is all wrong in diverse directions. My pleading and begging is more than the pain, more invisible than the electricity eating my brain away, more bigger than the coward who dare not tell humans of the galaxy of explosion of whatever is up there, because, I am going down on my tainted brown knees on the taserized carpet floor with my hands glued together in retrospect of the cross that God himself died for our cause. Why won't it just stop?! And as those words were made out, I saw my hands detached like a fearless bird, as to stop the rooms from liquifying me. My hands were strong, having the power to stop this menacing force. The sign of my hands like a stop sign, halted it all. At that specific moment, nothing mattered but that of my freedom. The pain was no longer felt or entangled in me, and honestly I didn't care to know what I had done or if it had placed one in harms way. Until the unexpected urge to close my eyes washed over me, overwhelming my exhausted body. I had no control. A line in which the energy reserection was only passing by, going right through me. And in the blink of an eye, gone, as was I because when I felt the atmosphere as it should, with my own proper power and strength in me and limitations enact, I saw that green and white stripped home, and not imaginably but visually with tangibility. My body was asserted in the same disposition from the beginning: Head leaned against the tree with my hands still in the dirt and roots in case I fall again. I looked over just slightly to my left and saw the two completed trees. The one I was leaning in and the other besides us. Within the middle, the small - medium sized disposition of the broad white, sunlight sidewalk, it rendered the feeling of love that I once knew about, possessing the good and bad.
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