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Something I wrote back in 2010.

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OUTSIDE ROOM FORTY-THREE

Through assimilation, simile, and metaphor
We see into project corridors
Outside door 43, the lampshade shakes violently
Intermittently like car blinkers, the light flickers
Her concussions would lead to significant repercussions
Conscious I am, so consciously I see
Crack head logic of addiction, leading to contradictions
I love you so I beat your ass
I love you so I feed you with the very same substance that kills you
Give you a needle and expect you to show gratitude by falling to your knees
Crack head logic often misreads life’s simplest signals
Those that aren’t subliminal,
As fresh and obvious as drool on a new day’s pillow
Rest in peace is engraved on the tombstone in concave lettering
An unfittingly calm setting for a life so turbulent
Violence has a scent that is revolting and interesting just the same
Small children, growing up around it, inhale it into their brains
Where is resides and festers
The leading cause of rapists and child molesters
See I understand
The story does not always begin with the guilty
And society is so used to Court TV that it lacks sympathy
A sympathetic ear, a sympathetic heart, a sympathetic mind, forget it
So when her little son, pulled back the trigger, while cocking the gun
I saw self-defence when others saw negligence mixed with vengeance
The fact that, as he lay bleeding, the young boy repeatedly punched him
Was justification to me, while others saw it as fruits of cursed semen
the prequel tales of a young demon
The light flickered outside room 43
His mother came home and called the cops
The jail bars close on a fourteen year old and our story stops

Here are 2 pieces of poetry i wrote a few years back, which i feel are needed on a personal level for most of us right now.

IF YOU FEEL ALIVE

Allow yourself to feel the hurt, the pain,
don't suppress,
allow it to ripple out of you,
make you shake and shiver,
sweat and moan,
draw upon the toxicity within you,
suck it to the forefront,
so that you may release all of the disgust.
Disgust you've embodied and never let go,
disgust for old friends, now gone,
shame and humiliation for your pride,
Heart expansion,
keep your arms and hands away from your centre,
stop protecting yourself and holding it in,
allow it to overflow out of you.
Trembling inside my guts,
Shivering through my legs,
how could I ever think to walk,
in this type of state,
Open your palms,
release your mind,
allow yourself to feel.
It becomes so cold,
and the mind plays tricks,
to make you seek warmth by guarding,
and closing yourself off,
but this is not what you want,
even though it is comfortable,
it's too easy,
too quick of a habit,
to close myself off and steel my thoughts and mind,
prepare myself for a knife to the heart as a pre-emptive shield,
but it is not what I want,
just what I am used to, accustomed to,
I want to be open,
I want to be free.
I want to love and be loved, in return.

HOLD ON TO YOUR DREAMS

Hold on to your dreams
Hug them close to the heart
For like a flame they splutter
And threaten to die

Sometimes, sad and downhearted
You may lose the ability to reverie
forgetting those you hoarded before
within your hopes wrapped with faith

You may suffer much in your life
living like birds with broken wings
or struggling fish that lost their fins
but hold on to your dreams, for they soar

in despair, you may let go
of all your dreams and wait for death
calmly walking down the road
towards those who wait beyond

but what’s the use of living
when all you do is merely exist
what’s the use of breathing
when you don’t smell the roses

So don’t let your dream go
for life will be an empty field
where nothing grow but thorns
a blanket of uselessness.

We are back bigger and better...to submit your poetry on this page inbox us

I've the titles of 10 new pieces of poetry and i have completed 2 of them so far...working on the rest within this week

A 14 Year Old Wrote A Poem. And When You See The Secret Message, You Won’t Forget It That was genius.

LG has compiled & arranged the content of poetry going into the E-Book Vol. 1

I'M GETTING THE BALL ROLLING, YOU LUCKY PEOPLE HERE IS A PIECE FROM MY UP-COMING E-BOOK. IT'S NOT TITLE YET, THE BOOK THAT IS...SO I'M WAITING NOW ON YOUR MATERIAL PEOPLE...

Movement of Word

Lyrical scripting
Poetic extensions of the mind
Focusing on the verbs
Feeling their movement
Stinging like a thousand fire ants
On a hot summer day
Making you reach down and scratch
To take the pain away
Shear pleasure of the flow of word
Making love to you
Needing you, wanting you
Too afraid not to write you
Scripting the sublime
Close your eyes and write
Feel what you need to say, then
Say it, take your time
Go beyond the norm with
Controversy
Write educate our minds with
Your own
Need to read what you feel
Incorporate and it and grow
Pieces of your mind floating
Around, like remnants in a water glass
Trying to catch what you want to say
One word at a time
Making you cry at the thought of
A thought beyond control
That had long since been buried
Reaching and picking up the baggage
But you only put it on paper
You dare not write
What your heart is feeling
Somebody might judge you
But the creative juices
Seep out like sweat during good s*x
The blockage is too hard to bear
Cannot finish the piece
Staring at the paper
Its killing you cause

Your pores are opened
And the beads of words keep
Popping out on your skin
Stop
Breathe
Close your eyes and start again
Ah, that’s it that’s the thought
The verses began to form again
True love of verse is a jealous love
Don’t want anyone touching your word
But it seems like someone just jacked a line
Nope
We are a mind-set
Thinking along the same lines and
Rhymes conjoins us like twins
Spitting verse as if we were born together
Love it,
Embrace it
Taste it
Digest it
Write it
Don’t ever murder
The lyrical scripting
phone call
Long Dinner
Flirty conversation
silk sheets
Nina Simone playing
flickering candles
chocolate pudding
kinky movie
whipped cream
sticky embraces
humid environment
eyes talking
caramel kisses
Wet sheets
playful fingers
wet flesh
grinding hips
hungry mouths
hot hands
a touch
a caress
a smile
a laugh
Just thinking about this….Feels GOOD