Deus Ex Machina
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Dubbed the "Deus Ex Hulkina" by the director of The Avengers, hi
The fresh air and the sun will both eventually come out in the brighter tomorrow.
when rhymes start poppin'and beats start flowin'it's probably a signthat it's time to get goingmaybe just maybe even
((( CAUSE A COMMOTION )))
Sooner or later.The circus of caious will end.No more burning candles at both end.Depends.Maybe better days are coming.Who knows .The reasons are unknown. Hustle and the bustle.9 to 5.
i took,
one pill,
then two more,
then three more,
then the rest of the bottle,
just to stop breathing.
My path home is dangerous and unclear,
A sense of peril within me feels like an end,
Surely there must be more than this,
Violently, forcefully, I battle forward,
I am keenly aware of a distant light,
I stood in the center of the burning city—well
actually, dear reader, it isn’t burning
anymore. Just
charred, cracked, and crumbling,
as I see it.
i love you
and someday you'll love me too
i'll steal your heart
even if i have to slit your chest
and pull it out
slow-
ly
slow-
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There is something here,
Something undeniably strange,
Something we feel more tangibly as each day passes,
Each day we feel it accept us a little more,
Pull itself a little closer,
Hardwork loves success
Who is the relative of money
Hardwork strikes a ringing
Cord in success heart,
The lure of untainted flower,
Its sweet perfume encased in a whorl.
Alas! That which I await is scarce.
This memory will be banished tomorrow.
Tomorrow ,
Let me tell y’all a story about a Melanin dipped boy
He’s human who loves to run and play wit toys
He was perceived as happy and full of joy
By now in life you have faced some demons;
Learned the corners and closets to avoid.
You coddle your innocence
In the soft and cuddly things around you.
Not long ago,
I realized I was alone.
For the first time in twenty-two years,
I was making ALL the decisions, shifting the gears.
Moved out and financially stable,
I had been putting food on the table.
I remember always holding on to everything.
I remember holding onto my dad.
I remember holding onto my first boyfriend even when he begged me to let go.
I remember holding onto a friend that wouldn't text back.
Verse 1:
From the moment I met you,
You've always been different.
You were the popular kid in school, duh.
You somehow made room to be my friend.
We were friends for many years,
My appetite was non-existant after we broke up
Almost as if the organs inside me mourned the way I did
Teary eyed and insecure, I would have taken you back in a heartbeat
She remembers 6th grade
days dragged on and on until
She felt like everything was gone.
“you look like a 7-year-old” they said
“try hard” they said
“my necklace is made out of real gold”. They said
I am seven, in my room, dreaming once again
I'm a captain, I'm a knight, I know who I am
I can be just anyone, whenever I want
I'm a brave, ambitious dreamer
No one tells me "Don't"
Suddenly, I am eighteen,
Sitting on the edge of the bed, her pencil scraping the paper writing like a crazy woman the last two words of her note:
I’m Sorry!
Fear to Speak
Fear to be heard
In that moment
the swollen tongue
In that moment
the racing heart
In that moment
the sweating hands
In that moment
the staring eyes
It’s a burst of dynamic chaos when you look at me.
Those eyes that trail my bodies valleys, with their deep brown earthy hue.
The orgasmic sensation of your lips caressing my bare shoulders
First, engulf the melons that surround you.
the shell is a delicacy that must be eaten
Like you would with a turtle
eat it fast
The dozens of melons that surroun you will
fill you and give you child
I was the girl who never stood up for herself.
I was the girl who never dared spoke up.
But I am not still the same girl.
See I was tired.
Am I really the same person as I was a couple years ago?
This new person I see in the mirror tells me different
I wouldn’t say that I blossomed physically into change
How is our baby bear?
Is it healthy is it strong?
For you two I'll never cease to care
I don't care if chasing you is wrong
You are worth the world
I wrote the poem to my ex
So far I make my perfect
Last; not been
I know the eyes
I copy you, love
Not copy how to love
That, I always know
Love me, love it love
I need love
Not copy love
When falling into lovelessness and the world tilts in wieghtless distortion,stretch out your handfor the gravity of two connected souls.
Dear Then,
You.
You are not seen, yet you'll always be there for me
though You are there, You can't be predicted
You are beautiful but know You have Your faults
You make me seem ugly
If i don't wear my glasses when i look in the mirror,
I can’t see the bags under my eyes.
Dear Dad,I believe that, at my creation, God deemed you my father.
How else could a man be so delicately crafted for my upbringing?
Dear Lover,
Because I love you,
I let you walk all over me.
I forgave your infidelity.
I gave you my heart.
You replaced it with yours.
“ I’m done with you”. “ No I’m done with you !” This the last time... But that’s what we said last time.
A healthy relationship is even on bad terms we still remain loyal and true.
An Ode To You my COUNTrY
Our souls are crying for thee
Our tears can no longer freely flow
Our hearts have turned away from the comfort it need
Because these whole thing is really bringing our numerical strength low.
MEET THIS GREAT FEMININE CHARACTER
Like a woman in her labour she travailed,
yet in her labour couldn't let the enemy prevail
The enemies fought exceedingly hard,
Dear Diary - err... Journal,
My heart used to be the size of a kernel,
But Once Upon a Time
My world spun on a dime.
Hair black, lips red,
We shall see how well you know Hansel and Gretel
There lived a family of four inside
a cottage that was old and rectified
And when there was scarcity in their land,
Hi, my name is Brittany
I am terrified of a blenny
I scream and cry
I reach the heavens; I shout so high
Run child; You are full of fear
Swim until they’re nowhere near
Ha! This ain’t no joke
America; America the great | The New World stands with open gates | Open arms to the shambled freights | Heavy laden with the poor and the desperate | Th
Last December
My father was working
On Christmas
My Mother
Was not around
Either
My sisters
Were off
At college
I myself
Was alone
At home.
No Pain Is Wasted
My spirit was beckoned.
A savior called to me
his sweet voice said, "listen"
and I held my breath, hanging on his coming words.
He came to me.
He said I could be reconciled
Coughing up and regurgitating blood,
I hoped it was all but a dream.
The scintillating lights above me seemed to fade.
I was not alone; at my bedside stood a distinct, unfamilar shade.
I fell through a trapdoor of depression
For years I felt it giving way
Until finally it fell completely open, I plummeted
Into a world of drinking...drugs...cutting…
One's life can be change in an instant.
Nor the power we have or nature can help us,
when it occurs.
So then we look up to something superior,
something we can blame or reason to.
One's life can be change in an instant.
Nor the power we have or nature can help us,
when it occurs.
So then we look up to something superior
something we can blame or reason to.
Orange-Purple-Green.
Tears of pure ecstasy resting on shards of verdant satin,
Rolling into the innermost folds of the brightest dawn
And the gentlest sunrise,
As a child, I endured extreme anxiety
once my adolescent body found itself
incarcerated by the unforgiving
darkness of the night.
In the absence of light, here we are - waiting.Looking at the universe - I stared deeply.Over and over, just one more time.My eyes glazed. I fell asleep in God's bed.I want to listen to you.
I have new neighbors.
They came from another
World. A world I have
Never been to. They came
To America hoping to
Have a better life. Boy
Were they wrong. My
Other neighbors hate our
In this space they tell us is home
We
Are often made to feel like we need our straight-jackets
Urged not to squirm,
Not to scream,
With hushed voice
And warm mouth
Sunshine Shines brightly hollow,
I gasp, wring hands, then a dry hard swallow,
Shades of darkness, flit through my mind,
The key sweaty in my palm, confused , if used, what will I find.
Clear of Mind
For all the times I never could
Bring a calming state like I should
See ocean’s wide blue eyes
Wrap myself, me and I
Collect vanishing stars at night
Clear of Mind
For all the times I never could
Bring a calming state like I should
See ocean’s wide blue eyes
Wrap myself, me and I
Collect vanishing stars at night
The idea of living without Hope is like living without a soul,
it's just like living in a black hole.
HOPE is carved to my heart,
It's used for everthing.
A situation of dire need and stress
On a deserted island a man is found as a mess
He has nothing neither here nor there
Except a ragged old book he has as spritual fare
Should he read such a despised old text?
Here I am,
alone.
On a deserted
island.
Am I condenmed
forever?
No! I have
God.
I can see
abundance.
He gave me
talents.
Sure, I will
survive.
On an island
Not alone
Who is with me
In this land unknown?
Sister Sister
Is it you?
My only solace
From looking down, you look up to see,
The sky is full of billions of stars,
Some are faint, Some are bright.
Then there are those that twinkle and shine,
Ones that turn your head, that make you gasp for air,
Do you remember who I am?
Or who I used to be
The one who you would do everything with
Don't you remember me?
Do you remember how we hung out every weekend?
Or how we dreamt of being rockstars?
What do I need? Someone to love,
Not a coat, shoe, or glove.
What I require, is to be human,
To laugh, to live, to be believed in.
It is difficult not to be
Thinking of an island with a single tree,
Yeezus
I sit here in my room
Imagining a sort of loom
From the coast that you poetry slam captors have dropped me in
Through the dark mist
your ghostly body
appears
stepping
lightly,
darkly,
steadily.
A hum rising
Sufiyan
Solitary,quite
In a state of resentment
always on the move
Stolen
He stood in the room
Body shaking violently
My life is like a vine
It loops around in a funny line
Day in and day out
Its kinda of hard to think about
...
Oh sorry I spaced out for a second.
Honeslty I should have beckoned
Baby I know it wasn’t just my love that you never felt
I know that you couldn’t feel it because you never loved yourself
But I want to show you the beauty I see in you
Men are seen often strength and dogmaticism that know no bounds
All men, however, are not always the same as each other
Some remain calm, cool, and collected
I am afraid but courageous
I wonder if I departed, would it go unnoticed
I hear the silence of a million conversations
I see light dancing with darkness
I want to believe that I am enough
Khaki shorts down on top of my boxer blue briefs hanes smell like rot, just kidding they're clean(but for real they're not) hopin u think its not me thats scented funky cuz i stink alot. My rhymes are too dirty but they're all I got. Peace
Today I swallowed a cloud.
On the way down, I could
feel it
punching out of my throat with
marshmallow hands
then
I could taste the soot of the air
and smell the fresh of the sky
Holding my wooden basket,
Fingers splintering,
Walking through the apple orchard,
Feet blistering.
Birds echo their symphony overhead,
Then my ears catch a muffled noise;
It baffles me
The way you look into a mirror and don't see anything
The way you've brought happiness & light into the dark cloudy days without realizing it
To the girl by Daante Wilson ~ Shanice lashae bean, a beautiful person inside and out never forgotten but heaven found~
Let’s move on,
It’s time to move now,
It’s time to do so,
The risen sun is over my head;
The new dawn with new peaceful spectrum,
They are visible to me,
It’s time to move now;
Sometimes I wish you were more then a friend,
Without you my world is so dark and cold,
I hope you and I can stay to the end,
Thinking about you makes me feel so bold,
Your beauty is an angel glowing bright,
Give in to the nrom,
What's the harm in that?
A good little robot
Trained to think like them.
Not for me.
I'm breaking out, a runaway,
Trying to be who I really am.
The road will be harsh,
Every morning she stood in front of the mirror and was ashamed of what she saw
She hated the kinks in her hair
the sea faring bridges of her nose
the fullness of her crimson lips
So she sought refuge in makeup
BY PETER BRADLEY
Inside the cuckoo clock
he sits in claustrophobic silence
oblivious to the metronome ticking and
the soft clicking of the cog toothed gears
