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We were teenagers the first time your skilled lips met mine.
You were winter’s cold and dusted with new-fallen snow.
The shadows that lay beneath your haunted eyes
Matched the bruises tattooed upon your ivory skin.
We were far from alone when our calloused hands met on accident.
He stepped out of the shadows and threw you to the frozen ground.
No noise escaped your gritted, cracked teeth as he beat you. Yet no
Amount of courage could hide the fear bleeding from your almond eyes.
We were barely adults the first time I met the softness of your skin.
Life radiated from your emerald eyes as your battered
Body and blood-crusted mouth moved
Against me in ways my body could not translate.
We were in the cemetery when we finally met without fear.
He was stone cold, buried six feet under a headstone. You
Were well dressed and newly wealthy. We both were newly
Divorced. Finally free from bruises, you proposed upon his grave.
You were winter’s cold and dusted with new-fallen snow.
The shadows that lay beneath your haunted eyes
Matched the bruises tattooed upon your ivory skin.
We were far from alone when our calloused hands met on accident.
He stepped out of the shadows and threw you to the frozen ground.
No noise escaped your gritted, cracked teeth as he beat you. Yet no
Amount of courage could hide the fear bleeding from your almond eyes.
We were barely adults the first time I met the softness of your skin.
Life radiated from your emerald eyes as your battered
Body and blood-crusted mouth moved
Against me in ways my body could not translate.
We were in the cemetery when we finally met without fear.
He was stone cold, buried six feet under a headstone. You
Were well dressed and newly wealthy. We both were newly
Divorced. Finally free from bruises, you proposed upon his grave.
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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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Traitor
I have betrayed myself
Again.
Forsaken my goals
Again.
Keep writing, my heart whispers
Onward, evermore.
Achieve the dream of your soul
Onward, evermore.
Yet doubt like vines grasp my mind
Crippling will.
Holds my fingers still on the keyboard
Crippling will.
The light comes out another day
I will wait.
Fights my darkness from all sides
I will wait.
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breaking
My heart beats
like a sea
raging of a hurricane over me
My lungs burn
of the heat
by the rising thoughts that were killing me
and lives are thrown
and I’m fading in the breeze
and souls are blown
here I’m burning like a sheet
now all are gone
so spit all your love and hold me
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your heart feels
like a flame
burning so bad made the pain
your mind is a slipknot
giving me a grin or giving not
and lives are thrown
you have wrote me a fucking dot
now souls are blown
and I have spilled off all my blood
so all are gone
now I’m nodding with the clock
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Part 5 of my "Dear …" poetry series. Each poem is inspired by a different individual I have encountered in life.
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