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Pondering Over Sonder
Realizing complexities about the self is the best part about being human It's incredible to know your worth To know that there's an entire universe in the entity that you are
Duanyell WilliamsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDepression
Depression you are such an obsession '' I can barely remember am near the point of regression '' My mind is so cloudy '' Inside I feel so rowdy.
Mags Murphy LynchPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWho's Out There for Me
Who's out there for me, a king with no queen, at the point of not caring for ethnicity, just someone to lay by my side, a true ride or die, humble to the core, so many closed doors of opportunity pass me, so every night I'm left with lonely thoughts, these soulmate battles that constantly get fought, back and forth my conscious falls off my shoulder because of a love drought, scared of my loving turning to rot, if only I found her, life would be easy, who's out there for me.
Anjalant nelsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBeethoven: A Presentation
(December 1770 — March 26, 1827) Have you ever wondered about who this particular man was? He was born in Germany and was a composer of classical music. He hasn't been mentioned since he passed away, so, I thought I could have a brief moment of your time to talk about him and his unexpected disability by being deaf.
DarLing LorPublished 7 years ago in BeatDeadline
A drenched smile today has gonefeels like you keep existing moreI am so sorry about all thisexcuse my so-called rudenessButI wished for you to stayto overcome a bit of painto run away to smile in vaineven if fake it's alright toojust keep existing, just be you.
No More Lies
I once was told I was colored, I once was told I'm a Negro, Who soon became black labeled Afro. African-American what is that I ask? How could the truth change so many times? Who gave these labels I asked? If everyone on the planet has a nation where is mine. Because what you're calling my people, there is no land. So nationality has no bearing to man? Lies, lies and more lies. Yeah I know the truth. I'm Moorish-American descendant of Ruth. The big masonic secret kept for too many years. Slaves no longer in chains, slaves by mental fear. So tell that lie to somebody else. The gig is up you just lied to yourself.
Fred Kendricks-ElPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Bat'll Cry on Our Darkest Night
Love is the fountain of youth, we were always that close to living forever. Hate terrorizes our mortal hearts, afraid of all the eternal bonds that it can't sever.
Chad BurkePublished 7 years ago in PoetsThis Little Glass Pipe
When we are left to our own demise with our own device, with one little piece of Glasswe all bust our Ass! We lie we steal and we cheat, just to end up suffering in our Own games of deceit! We worry and we stress over bullshit that's pointless, while holding on to a Hope that one day soon this addiction will be taken from us! So we sit and we struggle with this one little Glass Vice, fighting a war with our Spirit between God and the devil! Praying the next time doesn't end up taking our Life!!
Tiffany BakerPublished 7 years ago in Poets