tempest, less
zest to address
I confess there
are these things
I need to purge
from my chest to
keep my heart hammering
for one more go.
Maybe paperless…
I was prescribed
chess to deal with stress
I became angry
’cause all I want is a win
quintessence, my twin
regardless, I feel better
than him. I killed him.
With liquor and drugs
bone harmony and thugs
distress? yes, but I digress
from the story I was telling
before this mess
marginal, looking in
my own reflection
hate that grin, it’s sin
in the end that drives me
although I try to starve
my demons as best I can
bless my soul, not temptress
you are not are you not
religions could be birthed
in your movement
let’s congress, ingress
I wanna hold your hand
a small demand I think
given the fortresses
I’ve had to take
I guess i lessen
every wall i break
compress the blood
all will, no regress
inverness of politesse
please acquiesce
we can redress all
you ran away from
you call me
no press on dress
dinner is all
i like the red one though…
if you were asking.
i see you hide a smile
(yes, I think to myself)
success?
image courtesy of Lola Kirke, photographed by Janell Shirtcliff for LADYGUNN, issue 16, 2018.
Brilliant as usual 😁
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Thank you very much Luna🙏
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The title is gold! Had to search the word and I was very pleased on the definition of it. Now, the poem itself. A true vision of your heart and what your feel in your honest brilliance. 🙂
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Thank you so much Charlie, as always I appreciate your support! Glad I made you use a thesaurus for once!!
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You’re welcome my friend. 🙂
Words are a big help and I always strive to learn more from every writer. 🙂
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Nice!
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Thank you!
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Oh my, so relatable. Well done!
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Thanks Henna🙏🖤
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It is definitely a yes!
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🙏❤️
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