Submissions by darkcloud68
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Thought Full
I Love So Much
I love so much, that's why I am loosing touch. My head is over flowing with thoughts it has my brains throwing up. I have that feeling in my guts, that's so chilling to my nuts. Oh awe what! That language, the world needs to shut the fuck up. Can we have a moment of silence, and not have moments of violence. And be done with the hate, become colorblind as dogs, and destroy the word they call race. Spend billions on the poor, instead of leaving them floating in space. Mankind is more than just the hue in his face. And more than religion, Religious great men have made bloody decisions and...
#LifeStruggles
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I'm Tired
Some days I get tired, because it's always something to fight, something to struggle against. So tired it seems like the tears are tired of running down my face. Tired of the tightness in my stomach, when I am anticipating dreadful happenings. Tired of fearing to hear my phone ring. Fearing if I answer it, I will hear grief speaking to me on the other end. And violently snatching the peace from my heart. And I find that pain has weaken me so much, my thoughts are steady and slow, through the night. And I can't catch peace. And death at times seems like a very peaceful option, to a painful...
#fate
976 reads
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Love Thinking Outloud
The Stars sparkling brightly, sprinkled upon the face of glowing darkness the universe twinkle it's eye and say that I love you. My heart will place Saturn's rings on your graceful finger, I can't vocalize or express, in one day how much I love you, and all of the thoughts in my heart running through my head of the reasons why. You never heard of the blue questioning the sky, Today I tell you I love you and you're the reason why. Everyday is a day of love, I feel it in your smiles your touch your eyes. Your stare mirrors my own love for you, Love have no time for questions, and no questions...
#love
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Thoughts of drifting Passions.
It's raining out my hard body is dripping in splashings of wet, we are fishing in love caught thrashing in nets, joy filled running tears, memories come swimming by, stroking soaking regrets. Tsunami warning sounding, tornadoes abounding, army of love invades me, and touches me profoundly. Hurricanes rains pleasantly drowns me. Sun light laughing tickling drizzles, seductive heat touches me, pleasure seductively sizzles. The atmosphere is so aroused and so steamy. Love dancing with lust and the body of love,is so hot and so creamy so dreamy. Love moisten me like morning dew, the silent...
#erotic
926 reads
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Coco Brown
I can feel the sun seeping in, as I feel the melanin dripping down my skin. I get a beautiful feeling deep within, that flow through my being like strong winds.That blow away the hate of men, knee deep in sin. So let me say it my name is Coco Brown, And I am the baddest man in this town, and I know you want me out before sundown. The night comes and I fear nothing, The night shelters me because, I am the darkest man around. I don't care how it sounds. I'm going to give you the rundown. I'm black and I am angry, but I don't hate white folks, I don't sit on my front porch, soaking up the sun,...
#racism
1098 reads
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Incarcerated Thought
I am sentence to life in prison, trapped in a brain cell. Alone with my thoughts, and they are screaming and fighting against each other. Struggling to be free, each believing, it has more right, than the others. To be heard, to be seen, or to be felt or touch. To be loved, to become known. To manifest to materialize. This prison is dangerous, dreams have died here. And some escaped. Thoughts races each other. Some kill each other. Sit in judgement of each other. Accusing each other of right and wrong, good and evil. Yet some are in agreement with each other, and protect each other, from the...
#SelfReflection
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I Am
I am the spreading of the wings of hawks. I am the glowing of burning embers. The snapping of perishing twigs. I am the all conscious spark. The hungry cry of the wild, the song of dark. I am the paint, the canvas the breathing of art. The flowing of life, the beating drum, the heart. I am the go and the cart, the finish in the start. I am the actor and the part. I am the target, and the arm, of the thrower of darts. I am the raging of a swollen river, the banks the dam, I am the universe, I am the great I am.
#universe
591 reads
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Sexual Vision

#erotic
827 reads
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I ain't no Saint
Never said I was a saint. I woke up this morning with the sunlight in my eyes. I am still breathing. I rolled over and greeted the night shadow as it was leaving. Looked down and was happy to see my chest was heaving, and grateful for the air my lungs, were receiving. Yesterday tears,was the flow of the day. But today I am done with grieving. I better off knowing than believing. I am blessed I confess. I am not no Saint. What ever sin I committed, yesterday that I ain't. Thats not a word, word! Told you I am not no Saint I don't stick to guide lines. I woke up this morning, with crazy...
#confessional
589 reads
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Love and Condition
Unconditional love sounds wonderful, Everybody wants it. It is the love of dreams. The wheather is always perfect, the temperature, is always right, with the perfect fishing spot. The fishes always bite. The storms are never threatening, and rivers run smoothly, and you can cross them, with no fear of being swept away. A place where love is secure, so there is no need to be strong and brave. Yet it is just two words, that's just a dream, it's nothing we can truly have, and all truth it is, something we can't truly give, not even to ourselves. All we could do is give the best of our love, we...
#love
704 reads
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Poets
Poets not only live life. Poets breath life, the ugly and beauty of life we recite. The long glowing beauty of the day, and the sparkling lights. Sprinkled upon the dark canvas of the night. We are part of the flame. We are the spark of the fire, the dried twigs that ignite. We are the birds of air, the path and the flight. The pain and the joy of the world, the struggle the fight. We are the expression of right and wrong, the voice of the weak, the voice of the strong. We are the joy, and the pain and the tears of the song. We are the smoke in the air, the hit from the bong. We are the...
#wisdom
659 reads
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Expression of Agression
It may seem at times, I am filled with anger and aggression. But it's just a outward reflection, of thoughts locked in surpression. I am feeling like a cowboy . I have my pistol and Stetson, Sun shining high in the sky, and I am drawing down on racial oppression. I can tell that you hate me, by your facial expressions, and your out right rejection of my darken complexion. Can't you see that I am a man like you. Two hands two feet, two legs and stand like you. My blood flow reds, we both have two eyes, But you still can't see I am Hue Man like you. And blind hatred is why you don't see...
#frustration
752 reads
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