Submissions by darkcloud68
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Thought Full
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
380 reads
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Sexual Vision
#erotic
745 reads
7 Comments
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
405 reads
3 Comments
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
518 reads
9 Comments
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
487 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
537 reads
7 Comments
I'm Innocent.
What's your name? My name is Innocent. And I am just walking home, and I am almost there, I can see the numbers on the door,Follow my finger, I live right there. Officer that's where I am heading, where it's warm at, and safe, Where I need to be, to get away from the cold chills, I am getting from you, has me longing for the warmth and protection my home provides me. So what are you stopping me for? You fit the description. Dam this is like the hundreth time in my life I fit the description. Black male no particular height, dark skiin, do rag on, Timberland's and a hoodie, you fit the...
#identity
756 reads
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Penis Talk
The pleasurable aching in my swollen cock head, I can see the bulging blood filled veins, pulsating, beneath the, soft sensitive skin of my long thick ebony cock. I can feel the weight of it as it dangles between my thighs. And it rises anticipating the wetness of your lips and the passionate lashing of your tongue. And I am screaming out silently in my head. Suck my big black dick. Stroke it with your hot wet mouth, stretch your lips around my raging thickness. Yet as a gentleman, I say out loud baby, please perform fellatio on me. Yeah it may sound corny. But I find it more respectful...
#dirty
5599 reads
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The Road
I ask myself is the road, that I walk upon. Was it built before I took my first step? Or is it built with every step I take? Some parts smooth for easy comforting traveling. And thee other rough, laden with sharpe stones, that pierce my feet, with my every painful step. The scale of the road, equally balanced. One part smooth and soft, and the other filled with pain and sorrow. And no section of it could be avoided. To get to the end. You have to go through something. Lord I come to you with tears in my eyes, the makings of the joy and pain that abides in my heart. I say I have been...
#MovingOn
438 reads
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Love Sick
Only love can mend a broken heart that's crying in the dark. Love muttering it's grief filled moans. Only love can mend a broken heart, that sats in dark, aching cold and alone. Waiting for a call on the phone, a voice saying come warm yourself by my fires, of my loving desires, your warming love is calling you home. Healing your mind, feeding your soul and chasing the cold pain from your bones. You go running, cause love is calling your name, Take that leap of faith, and forgotten your aches and find yourself back in the flames. A lioness is coming to devour your heart, And this beast...
#courage
446 reads
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Post Traumatic Thoughts
Sitting still in my thoughts, reliving the tears, stroking the pain fighting the fears, being chased by monsters that chased me for years. Corners and blocks, loud smoke, and the drinking of beers, the spilling of drinks for those that's no longer here. The screaming and shouting, the plucking of tops. The wailing of sirens, and you getting shot, the fiery anger,the Traumatic shock.,The cold feeling of jail cells, dreading the locks, the growing on the inside, life shedding the flock. The selling of dreams, some dreams are smoked by metal, some smoked by rocks, everyone is crying, instead...
#fate
377 reads
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