Category: aj unique
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Bag Lady: Mind Vs. Heart
I was listening to Erykah Badu’s Bag Lady and I felt inspired. It is time to shed the old for the new and move into the phase of internal spring cleaning. I hope you enjoy the poetry: A table is set in front of you Take chances and believe Are you too pessimistic for…
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Love for Dollars
Love for Dollars He pays the bills I’m in the will So I settle for anything Blood diamond = wedding ring That red shine cost everythang Got caught up in a Porsche Did the bid And I settled for a range Two years and fifty cent later Still searching for the change …
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Nature Rage
Intense disturbances rise solid ground In the storm Next door neighbors can be life savers The bubbly brew lifts 100 year old trees Like their new It rains and causes hills to side Places once undisturbed have been pushed to the mountain side The tides roll over streets, residential houses and passers by Mother nature…
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Your Chest
Deep down she’s not happy with herself Sometimes She wishes to be someone else A person with a few less querks A person that is more social and mild Instead of putting all of her focus into cracking a smile The heartache that she thought would burn away quickly… Lasted for awhile But stomping out…
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Love Below
Weary trust goes beyond the boundary of understanding Like rubber bands getting ready to pop STOP! And think about it I seen good men get beat by love Like making it to the airport only to miss your plane departing Those who destroy that which they love take it the hardest Burning embers unable…
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Hard Water in the City
These city streets done seen more blood than Aunt Flow Is there a future for me in a place filled to the rim? With stereotypes outliving them If it was a pond, would you jump in? I mean it’s not as complicated as I make it seem To all those in the loop, life is but…
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Hope is Close
Quiet nights envisioning drunken deja vu But for my midday nap I rest on lemon zested clouds Moths gathered around the sunkissed glow of my flame Mistoques whispered into my ear as though they knew my name Vines wrapped themselves around my thighs as though they were tree trunks The wind lifted my…
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Please Come Home Black Bird Recluse
This poem means so much to me and writing it nearly broke what’s left of my heart. I hope you enjoy it. Unacknowledged blood bonds Massaged over distinct whispers of distrust You preferred to live in calamity rather than attempt to repair us So we move in a familiar yet unfamiliar space A place that…
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