Writing poetry at a jazz bar, closing my eyes. Silencing the noises of these voices that linger in the air. Feeling. Being. Touched by the music, I fall, And I think I’m having the most fun of them all. Eyes filled with wonder fall upon me. Question mark pupils ask me why I’m so chilled. […]
A lonely night at the jazz bar, consoled by the music as my mind and heart are at war. My guts are screaming in harmony with the sax. Dreaming of epiphanies. Symphonies breaking my chains at last. This change came with a blast, imploded and passed my past. My eardrums dance as I listen, my
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English, Poetry, ReadHard to be scared of ghosts if you are one. Hard to be scared of using dope after all the drugs I done. Hard to be scared for knives if you’ve been backstabbed and scarred for life. Hard to fear fights if a part of you causes fright for yourself. Hard to fear death if
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English, Poetry, ReadDo your days feel different? Or are they all the same? Who’s calling out my name today?Casual conversations. I never know what to say. As usual tempted into contemplation. Should I get up and leave or should I stay? Now I’ve walked into a thief and everything changed. She took my heart, strengthened my beliefs.
A sole soul strolling through the city. The streets are empty, for the weather’s filthy. I don’t mind, slow down my steps, I take my time. If this mood feels good then did I ever feel fine? The splendour sight is indefinable, a divine fright. I get lost in drops, I reminisce over what once
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English, Poetry, ReadTap dance around insecurities. A mess of self love, excusing all immaturity as life starts to burden me. Love’s lost and the matches started curvin me, Burning me, everybody pointing fingers. Lack responsibility, wack selfperception, every conversation like a misconception Im misunderstood, this is soulfood served to you raw, flawless. Guess I gotta make a
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English, Poetry, ReadIk kan je in mijn dromen bezoeken. Ik kan in mijn dromen bij je liggen. Met mijn hoofd tussen je dijen terwijl je met je vingers door mijn haren kriebelt. Ik kan je in mijn dromen ruiken. Ik kan je warmte voelen. In mijn dromen kan ik je horen fluisteren, maar dat hoor ik ook
Sometimes she speaks of things she claims to know little of, yet her words strike deep—startling, accurate, enough. She feels what I feel, sees through the same lens I do, experiences shared by none, now mirrored in two. Is she slipping into my mind, as I open up and become vulnerable? This playful dance, this
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English, Poetry, ReadLook behind you, the light might find you, blind you, but the bliss a blessing, You extra fine, why you stressin’? Ain’t no problem can’t be solved and sealed, you’re a woman in your own world, surreal. Involved in mine too, time slows down with you and well, I was wondering what you felt when
Yesterday, we shared the moon’s quiet glow, now I’m under the same light, standing solo. Same sight, slightly elsewhere. Same stars, same constellations trace the night, while you sit with a man dimming your inner light. Suppressing your frustrations, guess it’s stressin’, heavy, isn’t it? Being too kind, when love blinds and you tie yourself
