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[poetrybyummeaimans]

Awake.

This is my second trial at my first spoken word. I'm quite nervous, always have been of putting myself out there so please, do let me have your valuable feedback!

[lidiapoet]

Naya Rivera

Your beauty is full of essence

But your talents are remarkable

Your presence is a beauty of light

But your smile can light up to

Everyone you see.

[xprincessxeeex]

Inkstay March 2020 Challenge

Prompts of the month #8

You might also find that you have forgotten how to speak. That pleases me. I felt alone until there was proof. I stun you too. We were both surprised it was I who managed to keep my cool. Peeled my gaze with you away, but still I laid. Within your grasp, I stayed.

I innocently listened; you’d aimlessly hum lines of tunes that continuously flowed into our atmosphere. This was the only thing that calmed me down...then my thighs felt protected in your hands. And the way you disciplined my hips made my entire body sigh. Caressed my aura—climbed up my main meridian. I felt you at my heart. The music swelled around me. I tried to swallow back my words but my soul took over my body. Moved MY very own lips. Relaxed, my mind saw what was coming. I tried to stop it. I whimpered, “I’m...so...in...love”.

[anne-and-god]

The Lesson

[ambroseblack]

Today is the day.

Lawyer told me there is nothing left that can be done.

Not that I deserve any freedom.

This time justice has won.

I did a lot of things to end up on the table with tubes stuck in my arm. Poison in the veins. Heartbeat slowing. Blood losing its warmth.

I wish I could take back the hurt that I caused. Not only to the victims and their families, but to my love. To my mom. I hope they know I die with regrets. I wish I had, but I didn't do my best.

I wish I could go back.

The guards are coming to get me. I've already had my last meal. I requested jello and milk. More than I deserved. They say karma comes to get you, but heading into the darkness seems to be more of an escape rather than punishment.

I'm on the table now.

The headrest is cold against my hot neck. Im nervous now. Cold sweat covers my chest. The priest has said my final goodbyes. He asked Jesus for my salvation. If there is divine justice, I'll burn for eternity. I shouldn't survive.

The doctor has given me the dosage now. I can feel the fluid enter into my arm. My eyes close. My mind enters into a space of solitude. Darkness. No light.

I can feel my heart beat slowly off in the distance. The pace drops rapidly, and then it is gone.

As I drift, I see the stars I remember from when I was young. A sky full of tears calling me on.

I'm going to let go now. It's the only choice you really have when you die on death row. I don't know where I'm going, if anywhere. I hope I can move on.

Maybe if I get another chance I'll be who I always wished I was. Be a better person. Make a difference in goodness.

Be who the world deserves.

Ambroseblack.wordpress.com

[riuhsamudra]

Tidak ada satupun orang yang dapat menilai harga diri seseorang, bahkan dirinya sendiri pun tak mampu.

ㅡGala N.

[viperslang]

What kind of longing isn’t incantation, martyred?

Scherezade Siobhan, Siyah of a New Moon (Published in Nat Brut)