The apparitions of a lost mind
From the dark corners of my aporetic void mind
I have come to realize as i look into their eyes
That it' s my right to live life bright
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Have you given birth?
If you have written poetry then you have
It doesn ' t matter if you are young or old
Man or woman
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Say it, say it, say it
I want to hear it from your own lips
Hold me, hold me, hold me
I want you to know that you own me
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If hands could speak
Or better yet just yell
Some would weep
Or better yet just peel
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Work on me, walk with me and
find things I lost long ago
Always in my heart, for you I will
rinse my tears
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Black and white, our favorite
colors, i write to feel alright, but
it's hard to write right, my
favorite duress, its my plight
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It is that time again for all we have lost
to be regained and our weaknesses to be
streghtened and bent choices to be
straightened.
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Sitting on my rocking chair, I
write from the perspective of a
wheelchair thanking God for
open doors and cursing people
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I remember her, she remembers me
For a life - time like a simile, for a life time like a
family
It ' s high time she forgot about me
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My mind is flooded and his brain
is blooded.
schooled to just Google the truth
about the youth and the proof
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