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Photographs in the laundry

 

My wife and My wife

have said they come to

themselves when the man

with the bills come, they will

be nice and be ladies about

the man, they are saying

that even two black sisters

are married and have have

beautiful private cermony after

years of talking about their men

being in the military.

 

How jelous she was when she

I was with and her and them

without her and I had fun and partied

without her and the kids she tries so hard

to be honoury 

 

When I warned about the people

and a somali plot againt her

family and work she never acknowldged

my efforts. I sent a present that she had to buy

for 20 years of service and she was not happy about that

 

Now I am adopting with her former friends and friends with her

lover and baby daddy, she wants me to know that my death

all my men and women are good only to say Yes I have had kids

that I adopted, and I am part your life, we use to work together

and now good wishes: and glad tiding for our relationship.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Please note this "Poem" is copy righted": it is a contentious "poem" and a piece of work so please look into " contentious literature and pieces of work by black women in Europe. Thanks, Also look and read "fair use" rules at www.wikipedia.org. Glad tiding for Christmas! 

Enter My Fear

All of the welcoming emotion suddenly dies.
and the darkness shrouds the land in only misery's cries.

 

Enter grief!
A timeless ocean. 
Trapped of despair, trapped without relief
Enter the moon!
Endless racing of the thoughts.
Including you alone, trapped dead inside an empty room

The dead is holding you stiff once more!
Staring into your eyes, never have you felt so gone before

The time comes again, to pit against all that is you
Will you ever find the part of you that is actually true?

Paint the sky bleak
Consider everything we cannot speak

The one painting with the sun I painted as a child is lost.
Reality has broken the barrier, this is the ultimate cost



 

What I am. What You see. What I want.

Folder: 
Pain and Heartache

Worthless

Is what I am.

No matter how I try to deny it.

I feel nothing.

I see nothing.

I am nothing.

Do not try to argue

for it is the truth.

I am Worthless.

Empty

Is what I am

No matter what I try to say.

I feel nothing.

I see nothing.
I am nothing.

Do not try to argue

for it is the truth.

I am Empty.

 

Carefree

Is what you see.

Someone who oozes content

You see my smile

You see my mask

You see a lie.

But I do not correct you

because I know you would leave

If you knew the truth

Happiness

Is what you see.

An emotion that I don't often feel

You see my smile

You see my mask

You see a lie.

But I do not correct you

because I know you would leave

If you know the truth.

 

Acceptance

Is what I want

Despite how depressed I may seem.

I want to change

I want to be different

I want to feel.... needed

But I don't dare ask

because I fear you may say no

That I am asking too much.

Love

Is what I want.

To feel as though someone cares

I want to change

I want to be different

I want to feel.... needed

But I don't dare ask

because I fear you may say no

That I am asking too much.

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Stolen Image

Folder: 
poems

Eyes closed, daydreaming as the sun rises,
Thinking about the way i felt when my twin died.
She didnt have much to live for, but atleast she tried.
She had soo many chances at LIFE and blew them all.
Life full of opprotunities, but she was afriad to FALL.
She lashed out, acted out, FAUGHT, and rebelled.
Not knowing she was making her bed in HELL!
But she got my RESPECT because if she SHOULD fall,
She would get back up and go 10 times strong.
She was strong as an ox, BRIGHT , and wise.
But she still played those games with great despise.
With REGRETS and mistakes, VIOLENCE and BLISSFULL hate!
My heart bleeded.
Her mouth spoke but her HEART cheated.
"I loved you girl, to me you mean the WORLD, you all I LIVE for, your all I AM"
she said with a smerk.
She made me BLEED hate, my feelings now HURT.
But i replyed with STYLE and RESPECT for DISRESPECT.
"You've had your TIME, sand has all run OUT. It's time for you to GO! And i have to be the one to take you OUT!
But still she SMILED.
She made me SICK!
So i had to do it!
I grabed my gun and a box of BULLETS.
I stood right in front of her with the GUN to her FACE, in my eyes she gazed.
"So this is what it has come to? Down to the bottom? Just ME and YOU?
I said as i aimed the gun closer to her face.
"Take me out before i take you OUT!"
She demanded
I aimed the gun between her eyes ABOVE the nose my GUN right-handed.
She smiled........this EVIL smile of defeat, anger, LOVE, happiness, and DEFEAT.
She didnt think i had the HEART she took my kindness for WEAK.
I got my stance with my feet spread apart.
She had betrayed me, slanderd, vandilized, and demolished my name.
She had to go. It was time for me for ME.
The thought of her winning made me FURIOUS.
She'd thought she'd won. I aimed at her face and COCKED my gun.
She didnt smile anymore. Eyes widened as I SMERKED I pulled the trigger.
I shot until i couldn't shoot anymore.
I laughed as her body shook, trimbled, and watched the blood hit the floor.
SILENCE.
She had stopped.
She layed STILL, LIFELESS, BREATHLESS.
She's Gone.
She grabbed my leg with blood gushing from her mouth.
She struggled to pull me down.
But I wasnt going with her.
I couldnt fight anymore.
I didnt fight, I didnt CARE, she's NOT my real sister.
But just a figment of my IMAGINATION.
She disappeared. I reflected on my LIFE.
This girl people had known was GONE.
She's not ME anymore.
People had grown the HATE, LOVE, and ADORE,
Was not me, not the real me, But was nothing more than a reflection of my LIFE.
A reminder of what I could have BEEN.

A STOLEN IMAGE OF ME....

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A creative writing assignment.

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Celtic Knots

Show me what you've woven
And show the children too
From ancient time
In weave design
Eight knots are born of you

The Book of Kells
And Lindisfame
In threads of time divine
Beginnings of
These words to you
That you might see them shine

But own you do
The deepest threads
These Celtic knots run true
And reading them
Like any book
Transparent pages grew

Your history
Through ages vast
Now proudly to display
One knot in time
Connect us too
Forever, through the day

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