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Dream, young one...
Sleep, young one.
For tonight we rise...
The unlooked for,
The unknown ones,
The anxiously waited on.
Tonight we shine blinding as the sun,
Though dark the night.
None stop our march,
No one asks us why.
Invisible and unmistakeable,
This dream you once believed.
Into and onto the minds tangle,
Worse than ever conceived.
Hear, we are needed,
Here we are hated.
Now suffer the sting of pleasure,
Safe in the arms of forever.
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Gypsy Ashlyn
Flick
Flame
Burn my lips
Burn my name
Inhale
Choke
My words filled
With toxic smoke
The crickets are harmonizing
On this silent summer night
Swerving roads
No headlights
It seems I've left town
And no one knows it
It seems I lost my mind
Being with you undoubtedly shows it
Roll down the windows
So I can swim the breeze
Feeling the freedom
I believe I need
Buckling knees
Starry night
No gripping desire
To try and fight
For stationary settle
No stove and kettle
Whistling responsibility
Just us and the open road
That is all I want to know
Standing through the ceiling
Suffering a feeling
What have I done?
The unthinkable
Its taboo
Now I'm laying here with you
******
Bashed
Bones smashed
Flick
flame
Burn my body
And soon
Forget my name
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Esther
There was a poem I wrote before this one
I wrote it somewhere between midnight and morning,
you know, the place where the tides are too heavy
they're cement,
too blue
they're black,
too sharp
they're knives
and you can't help
but drown.
The place where I sank into a well of words and emerged
as black as every single one of my demons.
You know, the place where the feelings come out
and where there is no delete button,
no escape plan,
no Plan A to begin with and no Plan B to end it.
I poured everything onto that poem,
every **** feeling
and every horrible thought that had the audacity to come true.
And when I realized what I had done,
I took that poem
and I burned it—
every drip of ink
and every drop of emotion.
and made this one out of its ashes
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Just Me R
... and if my tears cried a million oceans
Each would whisper your name
My heart is broken
I will never be the same




❤I love and miss you Mum ❤
Miss you, mum. X
I am a flawed human.
I know this, because I am honest enough to say that I have been wrong.
I have cracks.
I have made mistakes.
I will continue to make mistakes.
I judge, I misunderstand, I assume.
I shout, I lie, I hurt.

Yes, I am a flawed human.
And knowing that, I am at peace.
Because we choose to be
We must choose to act
Life is not simply living
But actively seeking to be alive
It is a pursuit
A chase
A challenge
Every day
Humanity is not the given form
It is the ultimate sacrifice
Read more of my poetry on Blkcitywhtlie.com
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y i k e s
You can't decide if you're a good or bad person

                                So you create a version of yourself you want to be

Are you an artist?
                                                                     Or a lie?
Written in philosophy class
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