Inhale, sweet inhalation
Of harsh grey fog – weathered not.
Bring infestation – internal pleasure.
Breathe heavy, soft breath
A whisper.
Release untimely;
Subtle condensation.
I was sitting at a coffee shop waiting for a friend. Out of the corner of my eye I could see smoke, tracing circles in the ai…
Lie upon lie, like a widow to a
fly;
My need for the truth, I tried to deny.
For somewhere in my mind
I know now for real;
At some point in my life -
My heart you did steal.
But returned it in pieces, and who would've known
That those fragments I've nurtured
Have since turned to stone;
So with feel…
Is my colour an offence to you?
Do I leave a stain as I touch your white hand?
Is the blood that flows in my veins
black and not red?
Have I no right to live in this land?
Am I any less human than you?
Am I an animal with no mind?
Am I violent without reason,
do I attack without being provoked?
As a…
All I have is now,
now is where it ends;
an end to sum it all,
what started first as friends.
But soon grew into love,
a love that fell too fast;
an outline of who we were,
now hidden in the past.
I read this poem everytime, and I can't help but realise how true it actually is. Sometimes I wish there rea…
Today at 3 o’clock I’ll die,
I’ll say my last goodbyes.
I’ll go to a place I’ve never seen,
You don’t have to grieve or cry.
Today I’ll leave the world behind,
You will all be free of me;
If I hurt you, you may choose to forgive,
Or you can just let it be.
Today I’ll fly into the sky,
And …
‘they also serve who only stands and waits’
- ‘On His Blindness’ by John Milton
Kneel before me, cover your head;
Take off your shoes.
Ashen your face, beat your breasts;
Mourn, repentance for your sins.
Heed commandments, fast and pray;
Sacrifice burnt offerings – dead animals.
Rest one day, w…
She does not have a leg,
He cannot hold his fork;
She’s bald
He cannot see beyond his nose.
He cannot walk a step,
She cannot work a stove;
He’s scared
She cannot hold him in his hands.
I don't really know why ... honest. But I love this one. I remember writing this in college - words just flowing…
Stay alert comrade, keep watch.
Your time draws near.
Watch how the Capitalist depend on the Bourgeoisie.
But who do the Bourgeoisie depend on?
You, the Proletariat. You are under their thumb.
They extract from you to serve them.
Be crushed no longer.
Rise up in rebellion.
Take over the Bourgeoisie and thei…
High you fly, bound by no bounds,
Silhouetted against the crimson night.
Graceful in thy skill,
Perfect in flight.
What force is it that keeps you suspended?
How do you sail on a blanket of air?
What master holds thy strings?
What master manipulates thy movements?
Do you stalk your prey and kill?
Or do you p…
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