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Damon
Damon
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 2:53pm
9th Jun 2021 2:53pm
Change Of Possession
Chock full in their rhymes are chimes about homicide
Out of their minds, not realizing that it's fratricide
Assisted genocide designed to stop the rise of a Black Messiah
So many Judas, truth is that we're under constant fire
Wish I could inspire a change in the game to stop the fumbling
We're constantly losing possession of lives and it's demoralizing
Downright depressing how we're declining with each buck
The sound of the weapon as more melanin gets chucked
I'm stuck with a bucket of fucks that I...
Out of their minds, not realizing that it's fratricide
Assisted genocide designed to stop the rise of a Black Messiah
So many Judas, truth is that we're under constant fire
Wish I could inspire a change in the game to stop the fumbling
We're constantly losing possession of lives and it's demoralizing
Downright depressing how we're declining with each buck
The sound of the weapon as more melanin gets chucked
I'm stuck with a bucket of fucks that I...
#murder
#death
#LifeStruggles
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
361 reads
7 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 2:53pm
9th Jun 2021 2:53pm
Change Of Possession
Chock full in their rhymes are chimes about homicide
Out of their minds, not realizing that it's fratricide
Assisted genocide designed to stop the rise of a Black Messiah
So many Judas, truth is that we're under constant fire
Wish I could inspire a change in the game to stop the fumbling
We're constantly losing possession of lives and it's demoralizing
Downright depressing how we're declining with each buck
The sound of the weapon as more melanin gets chucked
I'm stuck with a bucket of fucks that I...
Out of their minds, not realizing that it's fratricide
Assisted genocide designed to stop the rise of a Black Messiah
So many Judas, truth is that we're under constant fire
Wish I could inspire a change in the game to stop the fumbling
We're constantly losing possession of lives and it's demoralizing
Downright depressing how we're declining with each buck
The sound of the weapon as more melanin gets chucked
I'm stuck with a bucket of fucks that I...
#murder
#death
#LifeStruggles
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
361 reads
7 Comments
prometheus5290
Poem Published
17th Oct 2019 3:23am
17th Oct 2019 3:23am
Nested
Homesickness A is missing home after moving far away.
Homesickness B is staying very near home and never attempting your dreams.
Homesickness B is staying very near home and never attempting your dreams.
#SelfHarm
#SelfDiscovery
478 reads
4 Comments
prometheus5290
Poem Published
17th Oct 2019 3:23am
17th Oct 2019 3:23am
Nested
Homesickness A is missing home after moving far away.
Homesickness B is staying very near home and never attempting your dreams.
Homesickness B is staying very near home and never attempting your dreams.
#SelfHarm
#SelfDiscovery
478 reads
4 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
7th Dec 2022 3:00pm
7th Dec 2022 3:00pm
Paper Heart sinking...
I sailed paper boats.
Kindly but roughly.
In the chaos of my mind
they called me crazy
broken dreams, folded in pain
one thousand paper cut words
stranded in sonnets
stuck in the lock waiting
but the gates never open
drifting in heavy flow of ink
menstruation of bloody words
the cycle always continues
with each period more words come.
I suppose I am an adult now
but the blood came far too soon.
is this what the Devil intended?
penetrating into my shores.
opening this new destination ...
Kindly but roughly.
In the chaos of my mind
they called me crazy
broken dreams, folded in pain
one thousand paper cut words
stranded in sonnets
stuck in the lock waiting
but the gates never open
drifting in heavy flow of ink
menstruation of bloody words
the cycle always continues
with each period more words come.
I suppose I am an adult now
but the blood came far too soon.
is this what the Devil intended?
penetrating into my shores.
opening this new destination ...
#sadness
#SelfHarm
#confusion
#suffering
#childhood
760 reads
48 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
7th Dec 2022 3:00pm
7th Dec 2022 3:00pm
Paper Heart sinking...
I sailed paper boats.
Kindly but roughly.
In the chaos of my mind
they called me crazy
broken dreams, folded in pain
one thousand paper cut words
stranded in sonnets
stuck in the lock waiting
but the gates never open
drifting in heavy flow of ink
menstruation of bloody words
the cycle always continues
with each period more words come.
I suppose I am an adult now
but the blood came far too soon.
is this what the Devil intended?
penetrating into my shores.
opening this new destination ...
Kindly but roughly.
In the chaos of my mind
they called me crazy
broken dreams, folded in pain
one thousand paper cut words
stranded in sonnets
stuck in the lock waiting
but the gates never open
drifting in heavy flow of ink
menstruation of bloody words
the cycle always continues
with each period more words come.
I suppose I am an adult now
but the blood came far too soon.
is this what the Devil intended?
penetrating into my shores.
opening this new destination ...
#sadness
#SelfHarm
#confusion
#suffering
#childhood
760 reads
48 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
7th Dec 2022 3:00pm
7th Dec 2022 3:00pm
Paper Heart sinking...
I sailed paper boats.
Kindly but roughly.
In the chaos of my mind
they called me crazy
broken dreams, folded in pain
one thousand paper cut words
stranded in sonnets
stuck in the lock waiting
but the gates never open
drifting in heavy flow of ink
menstruation of bloody words
the cycle always continues
with each period more words come.
I suppose I am an adult now
but the blood came far too soon.
is this what the Devil intended?
penetrating into my shores.
opening this new destination ...
Kindly but roughly.
In the chaos of my mind
they called me crazy
broken dreams, folded in pain
one thousand paper cut words
stranded in sonnets
stuck in the lock waiting
but the gates never open
drifting in heavy flow of ink
menstruation of bloody words
the cycle always continues
with each period more words come.
I suppose I am an adult now
but the blood came far too soon.
is this what the Devil intended?
penetrating into my shores.
opening this new destination ...
#sadness
#SelfHarm
#confusion
#suffering
#childhood
760 reads
48 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
7th Dec 2022 3:00pm
7th Dec 2022 3:00pm
Paper Heart sinking...
I sailed paper boats.
Kindly but roughly.
In the chaos of my mind
they called me crazy
broken dreams, folded in pain
one thousand paper cut words
stranded in sonnets
stuck in the lock waiting
but the gates never open
drifting in heavy flow of ink
menstruation of bloody words
the cycle always continues
with each period more words come.
I suppose I am an adult now
but the blood came far too soon.
is this what the Devil intended?
penetrating into my shores.
opening this new destination ...
Kindly but roughly.
In the chaos of my mind
they called me crazy
broken dreams, folded in pain
one thousand paper cut words
stranded in sonnets
stuck in the lock waiting
but the gates never open
drifting in heavy flow of ink
menstruation of bloody words
the cycle always continues
with each period more words come.
I suppose I am an adult now
but the blood came far too soon.
is this what the Devil intended?
penetrating into my shores.
opening this new destination ...
#sadness
#SelfHarm
#confusion
#suffering
#childhood
760 reads
48 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
7th Dec 2022 3:00pm
7th Dec 2022 3:00pm
Paper Heart sinking...
I sailed paper boats.
Kindly but roughly.
In the chaos of my mind
they called me crazy
broken dreams, folded in pain
one thousand paper cut words
stranded in sonnets
stuck in the lock waiting
but the gates never open
drifting in heavy flow of ink
menstruation of bloody words
the cycle always continues
with each period more words come.
I suppose I am an adult now
but the blood came far too soon.
is this what the Devil intended?
penetrating into my shores.
opening this new destination ...
Kindly but roughly.
In the chaos of my mind
they called me crazy
broken dreams, folded in pain
one thousand paper cut words
stranded in sonnets
stuck in the lock waiting
but the gates never open
drifting in heavy flow of ink
menstruation of bloody words
the cycle always continues
with each period more words come.
I suppose I am an adult now
but the blood came far too soon.
is this what the Devil intended?
penetrating into my shores.
opening this new destination ...
#sadness
#SelfHarm
#confusion
#suffering
#childhood
760 reads
48 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 6:59pm
17th Apr 2024 6:59pm
Between Sacred and Profane
i did mean to make you spill
If you are hurt, then you'll heal
Epicurean is a devilish will
There is too much left to enjoy
Away from flesh, lust and pill
What doesn't kill you
Gives you good health
what doesn't hurt you
Drags you in more filth
Spare false words
To a stormy day
And sow today
you shall reap someday
Leave your complains
On your dusty shelf
And be a man for once
The a stoic wolf, dies
Don't pity on your self
...
If you are hurt, then you'll heal
Epicurean is a devilish will
There is too much left to enjoy
Away from flesh, lust and pill
What doesn't kill you
Gives you good health
what doesn't hurt you
Drags you in more filth
Spare false words
To a stormy day
And sow today
you shall reap someday
Leave your complains
On your dusty shelf
And be a man for once
The a stoic wolf, dies
Don't pity on your self
...
#depression
#illness
#SelfHarm
178 reads
0 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 6:59pm
17th Apr 2024 6:59pm
Between Sacred and Profane
i did mean to make you spill
If you are hurt, then you'll heal
Epicurean is a devilish will
There is too much left to enjoy
Away from flesh, lust and pill
What doesn't kill you
Gives you good health
what doesn't hurt you
Drags you in more filth
Spare false words
To a stormy day
And sow today
you shall reap someday
Leave your complains
On your dusty shelf
And be a man for once
The a stoic wolf, dies
Don't pity on your self
...
If you are hurt, then you'll heal
Epicurean is a devilish will
There is too much left to enjoy
Away from flesh, lust and pill
What doesn't kill you
Gives you good health
what doesn't hurt you
Drags you in more filth
Spare false words
To a stormy day
And sow today
you shall reap someday
Leave your complains
On your dusty shelf
And be a man for once
The a stoic wolf, dies
Don't pity on your self
...
#depression
#illness
#SelfHarm
178 reads
0 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 6:59pm
17th Apr 2024 6:59pm
Between Sacred and Profane
i did mean to make you spill
If you are hurt, then you'll heal
Epicurean is a devilish will
There is too much left to enjoy
Away from flesh, lust and pill
What doesn't kill you
Gives you good health
what doesn't hurt you
Drags you in more filth
Spare false words
To a stormy day
And sow today
you shall reap someday
Leave your complains
On your dusty shelf
And be a man for once
The a stoic wolf, dies
Don't pity on your self
...
If you are hurt, then you'll heal
Epicurean is a devilish will
There is too much left to enjoy
Away from flesh, lust and pill
What doesn't kill you
Gives you good health
what doesn't hurt you
Drags you in more filth
Spare false words
To a stormy day
And sow today
you shall reap someday
Leave your complains
On your dusty shelf
And be a man for once
The a stoic wolf, dies
Don't pity on your self
...
#depression
#illness
#SelfHarm
178 reads
0 Comments
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