#freestylepoetry

[poetdreamerfool]

2021 Freestyle series #1 - A Bouquet of Words © poet.dreamer.fool

I be where the blunts be I prey upon those that hunt me Me

A fatherless son from motherland Where If they bite Then you feed em with the other hand On the other hand

I Live life labeled a criminal A message lost in translation but subliminal Loud brash out front centerfold Firing at asymmetrical intervals

So You do dirt And hope that flowers grow Law of the jungle The weak Get jumped Like Geronimo Why? I never asked I don’t know We Flunked school but g-code we made the honor roll First you sell your mind Then your soul compromise on price Not on goals Fuck what hand I’m dealt Nigga I’ll never fold No Os But my word bank Is vitamins and minerals

Ohh yea I’m like Scotty with that mic Bitch I might Shed some light Take some flight Then fuck around And spt some shit That slaps like Ike yikes

I’m down Then up again Come struttin in Like a black hole Sucking something in Or Like some hope up in some suffering Like feelings of impatience During buffering Buffering buffering

Right So I'm like We got Two options in this life Fight or hold on tight With mind or might This here a  bouquet of words Let me shine my light

Glory be to the illuminated Tell my momma I almost made it All these bitter pills I swallowed got me constipated But I still give shit Flushed my dreams down the toilet But they clogged that shit Because I get my self esteem Direct deposited Defining undefined Life story reads like vonnegut So Imma get Back on my shit When its grind time I’m einstein Genius and madness got a fine line I don’t mind brother ain’t ever offsides Vision on the prize These other niggas cross eyed When things go over their head That’s when I moss guys Cross guys like iverson The haters will  say its  traveling They can watch the replay While the judge is gavelin Pour one out For the trauma That I’m grappling I’m about to crash– Bandicoot I ain’t trying to hang around And give these cops a man shoot Point blanc Point moot Smash grab Lets scoot Ohh

[sleepy-penmarks]

original poem: symbiosis

i’m realizing you alone could never make me feel that way again.

we never quite made it out okay and that could’ve been the root of something beautiful

but my medicine poured itself out in pages flowed back to me in print

you pumped yours maroon from my veins

[emmalover27]

rain, weed, and u

I open my window to hear the rain across my roof

As I click to lighter and soon have smoke circling my room.

I lay down in my bed in silence as my eyes gaze over my body.

I think of all the place you've touched.

I have a new love now and he's better than you.

He looks at me differently and sees me in ways you never did.

But as I melt away into my thick sheets listening to the sound of rain,

I can't help but think of you as I do the things that ruin the body you loved.

[cosmic-nymph]

My thoughts are traitors,

a great friend that I once knew.

It tells me that I am fine

and when I turn my back to keep walking,

it creeps up from the dark abyss of my mind

and with a small, taunting voice it says,

"No, you're not."

- / r. t /

June 24, 2020

[bethanyfiegen]

Not Again

It’s been a while since I put  The thoughts in my head to  Paper and a pen

But at the end,  Will it matter if I did? No one sees this ink No one is hearing me. It’s happened again I cry for help - and no one takes it  Seriously

When will they take it seriously? Their dismissal helps nothing Anguish in my heart, Anguish in my head.

It fades for a while, I’ve learned how to hide it It fades for a while, Then suddenly it’s striking

Strikes hard, strikes fast, Draws blood, breaks trust. I’m alone again Ashamed again I’m gone again Oh God not again.

[lingering-sea-breeze]

Why?

Why couldn't I have been enough?

Was he stronger? Better? More beautiful?

You say you choose me

But you chose him

Over

and over

And over.

You made me the crazy one

Stuck inside my head

While he was stuck inside your body.

Why couldn't I be enough?

I just wanted to be enough..

Now I guess all that's left to say

Is that I'm sorry that I wasn't.

[emersonarmanii]

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[fadelr06]

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[violetdepravity]

I never knew It had been like this There is no way to realize For the longest it is this way I thought this is the Normal From the start this is it Until you told me Made me knew Made me realized It was an abmormality You told me And i looked back behind... Ah.... All along This is what kept me company This cold Dark Sad companion of mine Loneliness #bjd #balljointeddolls #balljointeddoll #doll #abjd #resindoll #resin #dollstagram #dollphotography #toyartistry #bjdhybrid #dollzonegougou #dz #dollzone #vd_dream #quote #poem #poetry #freestylepoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/BzSavjZJSjj/?igshid=1hdgiqra78qqj

[chamberofpoetry]

We all have anger we hold onto. I know I do. Sometimes just lending a voice to our frustration and anger may actually create the path we need to take to becoming stronger🔥. Enjoy the read please😊💓

[dodo-ink]

I don’t understand

I have all these feelings about you hidden deep within me. My soul is tired from sitting on your memory. I need to let you go.

I don’t understand, why do you still haunt me? Why do my nightmares seem so happy with you in them? You hurt me to my core and yet...you still reside there. My core. My heart. I don’t understand.

You seem so happy with her until the message appeared that you wish she was me, that she could never replace me. That you want your family to be complete.

I sleep next to him now, I crave him every second but it feels so wrong because you still linger within me. I am hurting myself, ripping myself to shreds trying to hold your memories down, they are so strong no matter the distance.

I went as far as I could away from you, I drove for hours. I held a piece of you in my womb and cried wondering if I could do it without you.

I cried when my body started changing, growing and stretching. Wondering if I could do this without you.

I cried the night I met him, wondering if I was somehow wronging you.

I cried when I held our son for the first time, I don’t understand why he is so perfect when we were so flawed together.

I don’t understand. The man I love is more of a father than you could have ever been to your own son. I don’t understand the lies, I don’t understand why you didn’t care.

I don’t understand you, I only understand that I don’t want you anymore. I know that you will always be a painful memory, but you need to understand that you will remain in my life only as a memory.

[poetdreamerfool]

fellowship of the bling

my ancestor’s scars are my reparations; the back of this police car

feels like hibernation the tight cuffs are causing lacerations that look an awful lot like suicide--

unironically Its do or die-- a man’s purpose can’t bleed; don’t think thoughts you don’t need--

just know just go either you take risks or you take orders up and down the border a penny for your thoughts the extra lives are quarter

a hot block is like Mordor privy be the fellowship of the bling nested upon hollowed ground cursed with broken wings-- we so fly bodies cry and swords sing

glory be to the vices we cling-- to

who knew-- life was going to be this way? In fray head on a swivel wishing on pennies buying dimes with nickels life don’t have to be this way.

[copper-scented-love]

Marks

Gentle bruises on your alabaster skin

Love for you from another's lips

Gentle longing, yearning

Permanently etched in subtle hues

Touches I never gave

[scarluxia]

We surround ourselves with mediocre men

While we wait for our Prince to come by

An ideal created by the collective mind

Which fantasizes about taming the Beast

 We surround ourselves with mediocre men

Then complain that they're helpless and hopeless

We put Womanhood on a pedestal

Then shun the women who don't measure up

 This one's not modest enough

This one's not mature enough

This one's not feminist

This one's too promiscuous

 But what is Enough?

What is good Enough

For us, we with the wandering eyes

Are so quick to judge Them

 We surround ourselves with women

Who aren't good Enough

Then claim we are unlike Other Girls

We are so lonely

 We tell ourselves we prefer it that way

Alpha Females don't run in packs

We cannot stand to step out

From behind our own eyes

 With men as our footstools

And Womanhood on a pedestal

Only We are down to earth

Only We are Worthy

 We claim ourselves loyal

To appeal to other self-made lonely souls

We call ourselves Old Souls

To set us apart

 We really are a product

Of unprocessed trauma

Of our parents and advertisers

Telling us Not to be like Other Girls

 We try to be so original

Telling ourselves and each other

We would rather have the Beast than a Prince

Yet when the man comes....

 We get exactly what we asked for

A dark, unfathomable Beast

Who is just as lonely as we are

And we are frightened by his intensity

 We told ourselves and each other

We were unimpeachably loyal

We could always see the light in the Darkness

The Beast shines the light on our lies

 We do not understand

Why the Beast still hungers

Why he grows more ravenous

For us, our Time, our Love

 A starving Beast consumes everything

A great black hole of Need

He holds a mirror to our fears

So we run away and we hide

 We break the heart of the Beast we prayed for

He cries and howls in agony

We've put him through what we swore we'd never

And he will not forget our lies

 Womanhood on a pedestal

Men, our mediocre footstools

Look less threatening after the Beast

Has revealed the baseness of our hearts

[lostmelancholicsoul]

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[lingering-sea-breeze]

Light in the darkness;

Moon beams piercing a shrouded sky

Diary of a lovesick yandere, vol 4