Tag: freestyle poetry
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Addiction
Addiction He flirts with death He a stone cold, hope killer The pain gets no realer He smoke the dope I’m not pointing no fingers But scorn follows the drug dealer He trades in disaster When people are going down He helps them get there faster But the user just wants to feel…
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Past Glow
Past Glow slide into the mirrored glass of a distance past you’d rather forget about a lamb caught in the lion’s mouth a sealed tunnel with no way out but you dig thru breaking the walls that others called impenetrable built inroads when no one expected you too you learned how to soar…
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Eternity Kind Of Love
Eternity Kind of Love don’t love me if you do not choose to i will not take unwelcome love it is not an anchor that locks to your feet it is not a burden you are forced to keep it is not a weapon to be used against me but it is a…
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We Lifted
We Lifted caterpillar to butterfly fly lady fly nothing but horizons and blue skies fly lady fly a little breeze, lifts twigs and sweeps leaves but we keep on moving Love always, Esha <3
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I’m Cold
Let’s keep the late night poetry vibe going. The next piece is… I’m Cold some may say, i’m cold been staring at and analyzing a ruthless society since i was 2 days old dark brown pebbles… uprooting its blackened coal Love always, Esha <3
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Dry Prison
Dry Prison you leave open questions where there should only be periods… you leave me second guessing if only i could, tell me why i should take you serious? you improperly closing doors allowing contaminants to fester in open sores the rising fever’s got me delirious my heart can’t take anymore but you…
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I See The Signs
I See The Signs i see the signal: the northern lights blinking Morse code to restless souls in need of a worthy adventure the rings are back in play the power of the elites is switching hands as the masses clamor under scrupulous money demands only to suffer a sleight of hand…
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Last to Know…
Last To Know… i don’t want to be the last one to know you’re gone i knew at some point you would move on but be kind enough to let me know i was your homie, lover, friend not long ago i don’t expect calls on the telephone but at least have the curiosity to…
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