Don't Force It I really must or get the cussing of a life time. But I don't feel like being a goose in a noose. So today I think I will sit this one out this one time. Who knows, maybe I will finally see, my way to catching up to me.
Category: Poetry Corner
Not Your Story
Not Your Story If only is not your story it belongs to your enemy- enemy of progress. Give it back and don't look back to be attacked by the fear of your fearlessness. If only was created by the trap of those who told you, you could not. Do not listen, they lie to control your narrative. Take back your brush with your blood, sweat and tears and use them to paint your true colours...
Compulsive waiting
Compulsive Waiting I wonder if... I think... maybe if... What if... Should I... Will I... Can I... No... Yes... Maybe later... Got to do it... If only...
Words
Words What does it take from you to say them kindly no need to show how timely, your comback game is. No need to use them to dig at flesh and consume them like caliban an animal or so they say... but here, now if you use it nicely it could make someone's day or even keep those wretched demons at bay.
Leilani
Leilani royal child sent from heaven that is who you are. heavenly blossom from the deepest waters built to bloom and never fade, changed but never blown away by time's insistent decay. step into your prime grab that brach and climb to your destiny touch the sky and smile. Look how far you've come.
Who Will Last?
Who Will Last? We lined up at different times me ahead, you behind. Yet you are ahead. Will you stay there who knows? Did I get it wrong seeing who would last long enough to win a competition'designed for us both to fail?
The Angry Trail…
The Angry Trail... Here it rushes through every fiber of your being and heats your blood to boiling lava killing everything in its path and it stops you stunts you forcing you on your knees. It kills love nutures hate and keeps you in a dark place, where no sun can shine where it's always winter time, but winter that burns deep smolders then explodes! And it leaves in its trail silent wails that can never be contained.
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