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Mouthing those 3 sacred words to yourself,
Over and over again,
Writing them on the corners of pages,
On the back of hands,
On tables that look too bare,
Tracing their outline with care,
Kissing the air or a screen,
That you wish were real,
Pressing your lips against cold glass,
Desperate to touch the warm lips,
That lie within,
A broken record screams,
The same 3 words in your head non-stop,
It cannot be silenced,
But you don’t want it to remain quiet,
The silence is too lonely,
Too lost and too cold,
You sing along to those words,
The ones that you know so well,
Engraved on your heart.
Over and over again,
Writing them on the corners of pages,
On the back of hands,
On tables that look too bare,
Tracing their outline with care,
Kissing the air or a screen,
That you wish were real,
Pressing your lips against cold glass,
Desperate to touch the warm lips,
That lie within,
A broken record screams,
The same 3 words in your head non-stop,
It cannot be silenced,
But you don’t want it to remain quiet,
The silence is too lonely,
Too lost and too cold,
You sing along to those words,
The ones that you know so well,
Engraved on your heart.
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Djay
I sit within my private quarters of one each and everyday…. selected random tunes to into my ears arrestingly play I am my own disc jockey self-serving DJay all night, all day doesn’t matter I call the shots and tunes Mixtape vibes for myself Tribe-musique unique taste…. earmaggots and hearfeasts headfirst soundboard flirts…. Who is seducing who now hear? Does that even matter? In the soundproof chamber no glass shatters you hear the music within the room you sit, but none shall beyond it…. gradually you begin to lose your voice and its absorbed into the music and the singing starts to sound…. …a lot like you….
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Phantom
You lied,
To yourself,
Said; you were a king -
But, you’re a phantom.
A shadow ,
Taking the form of others.
Worthless words ,
Wasted , the wind.
Blows you away .
There is only the here ,
A brutal penance, for believing .
The liar within .
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I Write...
I write… to illuminate the dreams inscribed within my soul pockets of consciousness which if left unattended might fade into obscurity I write… to awaken from hypnotic dazes caused by routines composed of one task after another until the mind gets stuck in an automated mode and loses sight of all the possibilities that exist throughout our universe or await their birth from an active imagination I write… to break free one piece
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