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Power of Words
Do you not know that your words declare to the world who you are? I’m starting to understand more and more the power we have as individuals and how we so readily give this power away with the speed of thought. One of the reasons I happen to love words is for the power that… Continue reading
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Freedom: The Illusion
There’s a strange fruit hanging from the trees but not the kind of Billie Holidays days with blood all on the leaves but these are a different set of trees and they bear a strange fruit called ignorance with an illusion up its sleeve an illusion so thick sometimes it’s hard to breathe I feel… Continue reading
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I am
I am rotten lettuces on tasteless teeth twisted letters filthy rags spoiled meat I am hands shaking chills of cold winds seeping a cold soul in a cold world, I am a braggadocios body bobbing back and forth, carving bones of a sick skeletal make-up I am he who has yet to have woken up… Continue reading
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Scars
“You wanna know how I got these scars? If I could, I would tie your arms to a daydream and then auction you off to my fondest memories… shackled to the most important chapter of my life story…pressed into the basement of my eyelids like…like liquid salvation” – Rudy Francisco Continue reading
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Break the Chain
Thought I saw her self-esteem in the carpet. Her back bearing the burden of bare floors and forks that scraped the bottom of clay plates Thought I saw pain on the side of her state of mind. Thought I saw her spirit cut low like the grass. Scattered pieces of forgetfulness floating fluently throughout her… Continue reading
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Princess
Didn’t know the whole world was mine…my princess self…. didn’t know bout this crown on my head, just death and pain till the winds got tired of blowing on me…. said it was time for the branch to be lifting my chin from the ground so lest I could see what the sky looks like…… Continue reading
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Diamond in The Ruff
I decided to seek strength when pain took it upon herself to become the choir director of humanity in an anxious quest to play doubt on the strings of our faith she laughs… coughing up the twisted humor of her bowels you see she knows that our minds have been twisted by the craftiness of… Continue reading
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