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. I kept trying on dreams Until I found that none fits me I once envisioned peace But life wants to finish me First I wanted this soul To be infatuated with a frequency Higher than my plane to exist It's dire to attain and persist thee Second motioned emotions And masked melancholy Maybe, I've tried on the wrong dreams Or thirdly Need a place to put these visions And store it in my cordially Cored compassion that comes crashing Fourthly In nightmares I thought would vacate A fitted fitting roomed mentality Because lastly I've tried on so many dreams That none ever fit me. . . . Painting by Amy Sherald. .
. I see things in the shadows I'm observant If I'm cast away will I be deservant Of freedom, of peace, of inner sanctity And current Qualms I have for love Or what I believe is a deterrent Of loneliness and self full filling prophecies And a burdened Soul, I'm whole for now Bust last winter my filament Filled heart Stuttered and froze Skipped a beat I chose a sacrament Bleeding from this pen Again and again its irrelevant To keep stating I've seen things But this shadowed benevolent Light I fight to keep bright Will cast me away if I don't stay Observant. . . . Painting by Edvard Munch
Shoutout to @hollywoodcole94
. I don't want to lose my mind Just to find My heart is still frozen Frozen in matrimony and time Obligatory sublime I've chosen As the elimination of my blind Nestled in love I've broken Fractured, fringed in fine Details they say love prevails Over all swollen We call loathing Designed to separate And perpetuate this potent Love we've dubbed as an explosion Of infatuation, friendship, fondness Intwined souls with the same goal To keep our fire always lit For a heart that once froze. . . . Painting by Black Ink Art
. Falling from woeful Wedded vocal Seconds corruption misinterpreted My baptized total Doomed indulgence i forgot Made this poetic trouble A part of me Depart doubly disposal Crawl out from thee Call out warnings subtle Injections I no longer know Helped me funnel Poem after poem after puddles Of ink drenched notebooks I quote "shook and stumbled" Arthritis in one hand A crisis in the other juggle With manic highs catatonic lows And a voiced echoed second mumble Arguments of dignity Let thy poems be my rebuttal. . . . Painting by Lynette Yiadom-Boakye
. Late minds think at night Vacating from light Is darkness ever so foolish? Once garnering an error so nigh Nightly numbing so loathesome Loathing a lonely lie Troubling these thoughts Sickle-celling my sigh Sorry my sorrows drown Me in bleached blues blight Cause I find comfort in shuttering My seconds mulling might Though fools seldom differ I grow in hues well-done dimmer light If darkness is ignorance Would you be so ever right? . . Painting by Giuseppe Felardo
. Imagine being partially free Imagine holding your destiny In the palms of your hands In the Psalms love tore lands a partially Between brothers and blood Obscene lovers would scud a partially Piecing away Fragmented a frayed family Once knowing unity Months growing usually A partially separate Slightly sovereign A lightly forgotten freedom has partially Vacated the minds of the captive Fated the blind to practice a partially Imagined freedom . . . Sculpture by Nagato Iwasaki
Can we take a moment to question the world?
I know that words don't hurt But my lips are cursed And this pen is versed in what I blurt Like true words I hardly express Especially when I work So hard to be accepted By you and my befriended overt Over it I should be But only when I divert Attention to these scribbles Stoic sanscript subverts Surveillance to my vanquished This vilified jerk Brash and fony, fake and lonely With openly curt Words that spew from this tongue Cause I know these words can hurt. . . . Painting by James Chia Han Lee. . .
. Ruptured light from within Circumvents my doom And demise cause lies will begin To cause me to rupture Rip apart, a part of my end Will begin my rupture Rapture my sin My ending, my collapse My complin Compliments my doom Falling in grim Broken in limb Oh, maimed psyche Seconds pseudonym Ruptured light distorted and dim Stoic temple has temporarily been Subdued by a mood wherein A doomed dome demise, Ruptured from within. . . . Painting by Nathan Chantob
. The empty void only one could fill Leaves soul null and empty I deal With isolation in a heinous way Howling to my moon longing for the day That I no longer have to poetry spill Until the night this glorious light fills Me with the path to a righteous way Oh how I long to convey The devotion I've awoken in real Time and time again this light reveals My cordial core once cast in clay Molded in isolation, disrupt my decay Deliver me from this surreal Solitary secluded ordeal Oh my moon you've averted my dismay Beaming bright above this belated ray Of warmth of my moons light that I can feel From my thought bubble to my Achilles heel. . . . Painting by René Magritte. . .
The moon of my life
. I seen it float past the sea Washing away the pain liberating my dreams Don't let these nightmares prevail Cause they'll tell a tale we stream From the deepest depths of a damned dam That stops the flow of this pristine Crispy clear current Currently convergent careen Washed up broadside Drowning in a ravine Drowning in nightmares Drenched my visions between A rock and a wet place Soaked in a small spacial scene See I seen it float past the sea Anchoring the depths of my dreams. . . . . Painting by Lawren Harris. . .
. Oh how can a mind be Manipulated twisted stagnated when thee Sheltered stays oppressed Obsessed in reality A mind breathes better When it flies free Flee from the hold that molded obscene Thoughts you never processed From self reflection we Should never let another Shudder a pristine Mind, Mind my mind and me Blind is the soul when the whole body Is fed fiction fabrication and falsity Free your thoughts And let the mind be. . . . Painting by LA'SNOOT and Nic High.
. Sticks and stones may break these bones But words most likely Hurt when they come from the mouth Of love and regret Cause I regret I'm trying To forgive and forget Let go, start denying That it never hurt when you hurt Me I'm not good enough Me I'm not hiding How I feel and how I deal With remorse my psyche Breaks.... . . Painting by Hiroshi Matsumoto.
. Pages and pieces have seeped away Part pen, part ink now dissipates Seeped from mind, body, soul, Copy, mold passage ways Past my prime, past a rhyme Sonnet, stanza, passe Pardon these old ol' Poised posed parade But it pleases my mind, eases a kind of charade Penned from an underpaid passionate protege Partly in denial of bad habits Dagnabbit I portray Facetious penned scribbles On pieces of pages seeping away. . . . Painting by René Magritte