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Words Are Worth It
Corroded behavior reveals the unpolished stains left dangling from the heart Brimming from the mind and falling from the mouth A surge of power tap dancing in the air and building meaning on the ground A melting pot of consonant sounds and vowels finding way to my skin Seeking to build homes in the goosebumps… Continue reading
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The Body Language of Writing
I love simplicity, what a lovely analogy. *Don’t Forget: I’m doing free #Book #Reviews from now until whenever. If you would like me to review your book for free, send me an email at ahouseofpoetry@gmail.com for details.* Continue reading
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If These Walls Could Talk
They would scalpel the mask off your face Pull back the deception bleeding from your eyes And reveal how dark you really are. A slave to the ignorance pulsing from your mouth Cloned imagination Words bending, tainted by the cold lashes of society Originality lying desolate The inability to bring forth substance Meat And bone… Continue reading
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Friends
Echoes off the tops of our lungs with undeniable ease. Friends. Like random hellos, or a courtesy goodbye. Like a sporadic gesture among the land of foreigners, friends too has become a strange language; its value in a strange land as it falls off the edges of our tongues. Words have no meaning for many… Continue reading
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In-between the Lines
Trees that died in vain Wasted paper Blind post Wingless words On a road to nowhere Reaching no one It seems invisible value but learn to value what the eye cannot see To dance to whispered songs With loud messages Screaming purpose that it takes another set of eyes to see Regular eyeballs just can’t… Continue reading
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Wasted Words
Have you ever felt like you are doing something for nothing? That it is all in vain? Sometimes I regret bathing in the blank wake of my passion. I do not wish to follow Strands advice; I am not kissed by white paper. I know that my words will just fall unmercifully on death ears… Continue reading
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Guest Feature – Mother to Son
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor Bare. But all the time I’se been a-climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’ corners, And sometimes goin’ in the dark Where there… Continue reading
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