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I struggle with PTSD and just needed to vent.I bury myself under a pile of blankets; Because it’s where I feel the safest Call it a coffin or a tomb; It’s just a place that I find rest A place that I find peace;...
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Equality
The racial tensionsEQUALITY IS NEEDED. HEY WHY ARE YOU CRYING, SWEET LITTLE BABY? COS THE MAMA’S ARE CRYING THEY’RE KILLING OUR PEOPLE! HEY WHY ARE YOU AFRAID LITTLE ONE? COS THEY’RE KILLING OUR PEOPLE ONE BY ONE! HEY WHY ARE YOU SO ANGRY...
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A Nightmare on a Dreamland
A Nightmare in A Dreamland The never ending day. The distress night. Wrapped in fear. A senseless ass. A strangle string in neck. A wounded pinch. A black bruises hidden in shirt. A...
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A Disconnection
how we all think that that every body feels and bleeds the sameA Disconnection I can see now how little we understand and that it's not accessible to obtain So maybe one is to accept that if they live amongst a billion brains there is a reason why And It...
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My Only Home
The poem is mainly about how someone's home had disappeared and they miss it... I guess (I'm not good with descriptions)My only home. Resting upon an open hill. Where no man could even hear What happened as time stood still. My only home. Where boys and girls...
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My Corner stone
The love of my lifeyou are still the one you who was sent from the dust the smell of your scent inspires my being around you make life alive you who gather peace in heart you are still the one for your unique magic...
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Sheltered fumes
A 5 month security lock down birthed this poem as poetry was my only therapy for that time.
CHOKING FROM THE ANGER AND POLLUTION OF DANGER , HIDING FROM THE PAIN WHICH STRANGLE'S THE BRAIN -
AFFIXATED WITH THE MEANS OF DREAMS BOXED IN BY THE REALITIES WITHIN THE SEAMS -
HAZY FROM THE...
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This Is What I Get
A friend of mine who was in a relationship for about 5 years eventually started to love this man more then she loved herself. She helped this man build himself back up and then...
I was so busy working on you that I forgot about me. I was so busy working on you that I forgot to make sure everything met my needs. I was so busy...
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