March 1995…..today I took a boys virginity I remember catching butterflies as a child, chasing after them in my dance costumes mimic…
*_“panentheism? / or pantheism?” / “body and soul, / mind -god / body – Jesus / soul – spirit / trinity! / father, son, spirit / past, present a…
Add Ushna Sardar to your watchlist As He Watched His Universe Die it’s fabulous piece of art by linaji!! thank you so much my deart friend!!
Days like today are felt with a hollowness, like a strong gust of cold wind busting violently though my house. I run to shut my windows…
Shooting at my heart just right / So none can find / That moment of death
MOMENTS.. COME AND GO.. SEEMS.. LIKE.. A BUTTON GETS PUSHED AND I PANIC.. THEN WRITE AND THEN SMILE.. IN A WAY.. REVERTING BACK TO A BABYS DEMEANOR AS I AGE TO DIE (A GREAT MOVIE/STORY BY F.SCOTT FITZGERALD BENJAMAN BUTTON) .. ... ONE MINUTE LAUGHING AND ONE CRYING .. FEELS KINDA LIKE A CHAPTER THAT RAN INTO EACH OTHER..
Oh Yah.. I keep on keepin on exploring it all.. today is a good day for spring,,, DENIAL KINDA LOOKS LIKE THIS… /
So many deaths / So many ways to die
Dear God… / Today is the the day…
This is about growing old and how God is there throughout all the events of your life, in every aspect. Remembering… Featured In C.O.R.E / Freedom To Shine
If I have learned anything from this monumental debacle, / it is how to economize. Harvesting smiles is not something to be taken lig…
Ouch. This was a hard poem to write, a hard poem to have to write. It is about living with a soul-sucker, when all you’ve ever wanted and dreamed about was love.
I have been meeting a friend and for the last few days working on the blog to out soon.. forgive me and my inactivity on comments.. I shall be back tomorrow.. I am almost finished with the blog.. but to see a fellow poet and friend here in the flesh on RB was a delight. I am so tired everyone.. some things. and I was a bit out of it when I left him last night.. not sleeping good.. I must go this morning.. but ask again.. I shall make up for my absence soon. / U are so Loved.! / Linaji / xoxooxooxoxoxoxox
You bleed – I cry / I feed – you are nourished / You live – I die / I am hated – you are cherished
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Beauty / Overdoses again / Like Marilyn / And runs through the webs of her veins like heroine
Another piece to declare my love for my love …smilez / I must say I’m glad to have her in my life she inspires so many pieces / This came to me after days of not seeing her for a while ….I felt like a druggie. / - I fiend for her touch / - just to stare into her eyes / - to kiss her lips, back and etc…. / - just to feel her words brush against me …. / - .....I fiend for her ….dying to have her
We have a story to complete / So let me dip my pen in your heart / To acquire the love I need to finish my half / And you take your pen a…
Every relationship goes thru it ups and downs ….so we actually came close to calling it quits till we thought of it ..it being us and decided to fight on. Glad to say we still together on this day 9-17-2009 / But hope you all enjoy…sincerely daz
You are tied tight, / woven into my fabric, too close knit to distinguish / our separate blends. So hot…the box of before, / burning i…
This is a poem about my mother: The lost, and The found of her… / She died tragically (suicide/murder) when she was 26 and I was 7…back in May of this year my uncle sent me an old box I’d never seen before, which held ominous letters written a year, a few months…and right before her death; a pair of glasses, her bronzed baby shoes, cards kept from holidays, and a few other (now sacred) seemingly insignificant keepsakes. / This box would not stop. I had to hide it, so the pull of it did not suck me down again into her ends. / This is a poem about that box. / A repost, as this was only the second poem I ever posted here and I wished it read. :)
My life poured on this gruesome page again / Talentless vultures wait to pick my bones
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i scrawl words / on the wall of life / painful memories / sweet love / for all to read / i stand naked / before my readers / with the blood / f…
My dear friend, Helen H M Bascom wrote / All Poets Must Die / and her poetry inspired this poem… Thank you Helen … you so ROCK!!!!!!
I watched, fascinated, as the massive snake / made its way from the roof / down the wall in front of me. / I held a long stick in my hand, t…
I whisper you stories / without an end / hoping the anticipation / will keep you hanging, on
at 27 I witnessed my best friend’s slow death in a hospital ICU ward. she was on a ventilator machine, in an induced coma. I can still remember the sound of the machine, the smell of the room, and my overwhelming powerlessness. she was young, I believed she would get through it. I was wrong. It changed my life… Featured in Red Bubble
Can’t think straight / And when I do / It leads straight to you / Endless figure eights / You skate / On my brain
I’ve been out of my relationship for some weeks now and I truly do wish it hadn’t gone the way it went. I now just want her back….but she wishes to be single….I must learn to cope with the reality and stop drifting off into trying to live within the past of the shadows of our memories. / I wanted her to be my “Forever” ...but forever has died….Sun-Nov.29,2009 I remembered when it use to be like This
the room was filled with people / children, grandchildren, great grandchildren / all saying their last goodbyes / she lay there in a white g…
HOSPITAL STORIES / As I walk through the corridors of the hospital when / I go to visit my husband, I often look into the rooms / of patients, and draw my own conclusions, and / write about what I feel and see…of course…loving / to write..my imagination often runs away with me
I’m feeling scattered and lost / watching my broken spirit walk past
a bad time I went through a few years back when I lost faith in humanity.
You cut me down to size. Your undercurrents of breezeway logic / trip / my still feet, / from a skyscraper’s peak – / (can you see my cu…
the story of mental, verbal, and emotional abuse.
The burning inside my clenched fists / is screaming at me to let go. / My mind is distorted by hatred / of a thousand voices / spoken by the …
hey there little boy / run out and play / your mommy’s sick in bed / she will die today / everyone knows / typhoid kills / she burning with fev…
Moe’s mom died when he was only 5 years / old … she will soon open the Golden Gates of / Heaven for him
Of where her heart use to live / And beatbox the reality of its struggle / and its pain
I love to find myself when i’m alone / so I often journey through the valleys of the pages / of my sketchbooks -that hold the stories of my past So here I painted a picture of what I read about the ways I was feeling towards the girl of my affection who is now my ex….I often dream that we were still together…but everything happens for a reason I also was inspired with this conversation I had with someone recently…..and that how no one knew how to love her…..so I was determined to have this done …..I’m glad I was able to create something…..enjoy…..-colorblind
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