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uknoit - 1.7.17, 4:27am
00:50
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yes, only the void remains /
how can i explain that
we're now zombies
or at the very least,
we're definitely deceased?
how will i relate our defeat
to the dreams of the
children we will never have?
been at my pad,
guzzling Novocain
for at least three weeks
and my peace has yet
to peek; half of me still feels,
so i turn the knob to raise
the temperature but none
of this seems real / but still,
i'll hold
onto the present pain
like it has some sort of
appeal / today, i said your
name aloud for the first time
in awhile / i remember when
something as simple as that
would have easily spread
a smile, on my face /
but i know now that
you see what we once
called "love," as fake /
ironic trying to find solace
listening to women sing
about complicit composites,
reminding
me repeatedly
of how much we suck /
i took a snapshot of
your screen and its been
streaming to me like a brook
or a dream and now,
i'm stuck / between caring
too much and pretending
to give ninety-nine minus
a hunnit fucks but it's probably
for the best that we consciously
un-cuffed / yet, i haven't let go,
your absence was tipping
of the first domino,
now it's gravity's show,
and i'm just trying to stay
on my toes, feeling like
my eyes closed...
falling to my knees
like i am in mourning /
...
how long does it take
to heal a heartbreak?
i need to let go of the
heartache but i'm still
plagued by the weight
and being haunted
in the present by the stakes
of the last time / we don't
require a judge to feel guilty
in the wake
of love crimes /
and i don't know if this path
is divine or designed or better
yet if its been maligned
by my hands /
i think love is the destination
in many dreams but things
ain't go how we planned /
or maybe our failure,
was the result of not planning
at all / i believe that
the best of us tend to lose
our wits when
we fall, trying to right ourselves
in midair, imagining being
able to fly and glide through
these years but too often
when we attempt to
pair, we just collide
and crash
and burn / how many
times can we die through
Phoenix eyes before
we learn? maybe "us"
is not meant to be /
but we've been
through the fire
and the mire so many
times it's hard not to
fight the signs that we've
seen, in order to levitate
the promise that our parents
weren't able to see /
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Early this morning, while
i couldn't sleep, i wondered
if it was the cold from outside
that crept underneath
the sheets to greet me
or if it was just the constricted
heart in my chest that
was lacking heat /
either way, i couldn't
find words to speak
but they found me,
filling every corner
of my head / and i could
do nothing other than
lay in the staggering silence,
wishing that my thoughts
were dead, yearning to
free myself from
the suffocating stench
of emotion
which only seemed
to grow with each passing
moment / should i be considering
options for atonement
or do i accept that we have
become nothing
more than opponents?
...
It isn't love that hurts
us / most of the damage
that is registered
by our hearts is dealt
by misdirected hands,
trying to maintain
a tight grip on their
reality and sense of self /
and words landing
the way that we heard
them, not how they were
sent or even meant /
fear is pollution
and tears are just a solution,
salt for our pride
and closed wounds /
but you can't see the other
side, if you won't zoom /
discord and miscommunication
are not love / see, trying
to understand
a foreign tongue doesn't
usually make sense,
ultimately
we can only hope that
love affords us the power
to grant understanding,
when and where it's needed
most but it all comes back
to the host / i think what
i'm trying to say is,
love cannot be anything
less than what it is, once
it has been given a place
to live / it can not be diminished
or extinguished, even if
a pair finds themselves feeling
like disparate fruit and that
their course is finished,
their love will remain
the same as it was when
it was first exchanged /
i mean, maybe that's just
my brain and i'm still riding
this train of thought,
alone / but i know if i love
you today, tomorrow,
nothing will make it
change /
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trust - 1.7.17, 5:00am
02:03
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u aren't here for me,
i believe that in every
sense of the word /
but then a thought
occurred, as u
slumber silently
within my reach,
what if our lines were
merged? / not for passion
or pleasure but purely
for survival, security and warmth /
a shield or a temporary
forcefield to keep the
bitter cold at bay / so
that we could possibly
provide shelter
and the opportunity to
vent for the dismay
that lays only partially
hidden within the hills
of our hearts / but i don't
know if either of us
is strong enough to
raise and endure those
stakes / though there's space
between
my chin and my shins
for you but i'll just stay,
as i am, wrapped up
in the forceful clutch
of this cold /
1.4.17
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bind - 1.7.17, 6:03am
02:47
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u came to me cuz
it felt safe,
assuring me that he
never placed his hands
to your face
but just because the
bruises are mental or
underneath clothes
and skin, it doesn't
extinguish
the sin
or the heartache /
your imperfection does
not make it okay,
because even if you
fail to see your value,
he should still recognize
your richness enough
to never endanger you /
yeah, men can be shit
and play games but questionable
life choices never afford
us the right to hit you /
your presence
and differences are not
justification for abuse /
i can't believe you would even
try to excuse his short fuse,
like you deserved this...
like he deserves you /
believe, i am free of a gavel
and robe
but i know what i know
and there's know way
that this should be the path
that you chose / if i was your
father, i woulda done everything
within my power to make
sure you were exposed
to the type of care bestowed
upon something
priceless and rare / but i may
never be a dad, so maybe
my conjecture's not fair / cuz
i know that i've done my fair
share of inciting and influencing
women to probably pour
out their tears or tear out
their hearts / but in 30 years
i've never beaten a woman
and even if i only had 30 days
or 30 minutes or seconds left
and the devil offered me
immortality...
i still wouldn't start /
i know you're smart
and maybe it's not my
place to tell you what
to do...or not to
stay / but if i think there's
even a chance you might
go back to him,
there's something i
must say...
no, you are not a "battered
bitch" as you put it
but please,
find
another
way /
1.3.17
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i seen a white woman give
her kids a couple of books,
meanwhile the black
and brown children
are being handed
down the sins
of their parents past
and dirty looks / who
do we hold responsible
when the product
of our seeds become
future prisoners
and petty crooks? /
who can you call when
there's more corner liquor
stores than libraries?
whole neighborhoods
where you can find a gun
faster than healthy food,
man that shit's scary /
and we're just trying to keep
up spirits and happy
homes but we're surrounded
by twisted, rotten roots
and misguided clones /
but some believe they
should push our plight
to the right which is really
saying, "Shut your mouth
and stay outta sight,
you are not three-fifths
let alone half of a man!
We don't want you to
have high hopes, we don't
want you to shine, why don't
you understand? / we don't
give a damn about your
protests or BLM plans" /
*BLAM* Damn, another
nigga down / and i don't
know who pulled the trigger
but there's blood on his
crown / and his daughter
will now be forced to wear
a frown forged far before
her time / her only crime?
being born a warrior
but behind enemy lines /
these are dangerous times,
it don't matter if it's 2016
or 1959 / i'm not trying
to debate shit / and no,
i'm not promoting hate,
bitch / i'm just capturing
what's on my mind
like fireflies in mason jars
in summertime...cuz
i can't take this / i can't
take it /
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vENv Brooklyn, New York
Writing and performing spoken word poetry for over 15 years, vigorENvision, strongly believes in the power art has to connect people from all walks of life. Art has no limits and neither should we. EXPRESS. Using his heart and his mind to capture what he sees, to give it new life. iMagine/Create. Repeat. ... more
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