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My insecurities bubble up
And babble like brooks
And springs and streams
Flowing over dead riverbeds.
I am lost in their new life,
Blinded by the light.
Can I not see the truth?
Breathe in reality
Like a false prophet
Exhales fallacies?
No. For I am only human.
And all humans are
Blind, deaf, and dumb
To honesty.
Love is the same.
It cares not for reason
Or reality. Yet it exists,
Breeding insecurities and
Making the viscous cycle
Go merry-go-round
And come to a full-circle stop
Before me.
The horse heads stare
Into my soul, knowing
What lies beneath the calm,
Glassy surface. An earthquake
Is shaking the seabed, scaring
The fish away.
Where will the tsunami
Make its ground?
Or has it already come ashore.
And babble like brooks
And springs and streams
Flowing over dead riverbeds.
I am lost in their new life,
Blinded by the light.
Can I not see the truth?
Breathe in reality
Like a false prophet
Exhales fallacies?
No. For I am only human.
And all humans are
Blind, deaf, and dumb
To honesty.
Love is the same.
It cares not for reason
Or reality. Yet it exists,
Breeding insecurities and
Making the viscous cycle
Go merry-go-round
And come to a full-circle stop
Before me.
The horse heads stare
Into my soul, knowing
What lies beneath the calm,
Glassy surface. An earthquake
Is shaking the seabed, scaring
The fish away.
Where will the tsunami
Make its ground?
Or has it already come ashore.
Literature
Prisoners Escape
Hardened black prisoners escape by stealing the uniforms of the white male prison guards and then hijacking white businessmen.
Umar was one bad-ass black guy. He was only nineteen but he was already a hardened criminal, he had been involved with leading black crime gangs since he was 11. Unfortunately things had not gone too well and he and his gang members had been caught by the police.
The judge had sentenced him to life in prison. Because he was considered a highly dangerous criminal he was to spend the rest of his life in a secure prison on the other side of the country.
Umar was now on-board the prison bus with 19 other hardened cr
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Trapped
Trapped alone
In this world
Like a flightless bird
In his empty cage
He longs to fly
To see the world
But the barrier before him
Restricts his moves
Before he can leave
He must first prove
That he can do
What others cannot
And be the one
They are looking for
The one in the eyes
Of every person
That he is the best
That he is worthy
Of this freedom
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The more I lost..
The more I lost,
The more I can't focus,
The more I can't leave,
I couldn't changed my new self,
I know that,
It's so unfair when you can't find a way,
To say sorry,
To be friends again,
Forgotable,
Stupidable,
The more I began to losing,
I felt like...
I lost a sadness,
I couldn't cry, or scream for forgiveness.
But one thing I didn't lose is...
The tear of the day when I was born.
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It started out as a piece about my insecurities as a writer then turned into something applicable to anybody, really.
Critiques encouraged.
Critiques encouraged.
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wow, this is very enjoyable to read well done