But I guess I'm what I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you:hear you, hear mewe twoyou, me, talk on this page. in spirit from me. writtenbywill This is one of my favorite pieces from my book "Lost in Life's Ocean." The title was inspired by a Joe Budden song with the same name. Just God's forgiveness Are the things that I crave Why couldn't I help? Reminding me of my once known glory Mark is the newest member of the requisitions department. No matter how hard or curvy the road to get here has been, I'm ready to win. As I learn from you, I guess you learn from me although you're olderand white and somewhat more free. I don't need a lot of stuff Slowly she walks forward and takes my hand. Heaven's not looking at fame or face I wrote a poem called "Rush" in my new memoir "Will To Win" to describe my own struggles with rushing things. Crumpled on the ground waiting to be found. #spokenword #spokenwordpoetry #spokenwordartist #spokenwords #spokenwordpoet #toxic #toxicrelationships #toxicpeople #toxicmemes #toxicrelationship #selfloveclub #growingupshy #poetryofig #depressionsupport #depressionart #poetryreading #poetryreels, "COMMIT" This carousel features a full piece from my new memoir "Will To Win." low-growling at the mailman. A shiny new car is a pretty thing. And trapped with the memories of how they once sounded. Age, and the deaths, and the ghosts. I don't want a house Life is fine! Broken and scared. "It was not death, for I stood up" by Emily Dickinson Excerpt: It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down It was not Night, for all the Bells Put out their Tongues, for Noon. Why did I have to be so far away? Im spelling words with pills, When I ask Paolo how to draw the line between Do NOT submit poems here, instead go to the. Please answer the following multiple choice questions. For, God loves all who follows his Son You can read about that journey and relate to the struggles in my new memoir, available as a hard copy or E-book. Wrists scarred and bleeding. Broken Wings A bird cannot fly with broken wings So much sadness those wings will bring Heal those broken wings birdie, then you'll fly Flapping those wings gracefully, heading for the sky~~~ 4 Lines - Broken Wings I'm running a new series of contests (until my points run out!) The only place that would make him beam? Knowing these depression poems will dig into the realities of life with mental illness, proceed with caution. What kind of revenge is a echo of a whisper?, You see the pinche gringos thought it was over when, They did not realize that in Mexico there existed Mexicans, And when the border was moved we never respected it, They did not estimate 8 million undocumented Mexicans and another 28, million legal living in the empire of the united states, They did not expect a flow of people back and forth across their precious border, (say it with me) Wherever I go there we are, Cooking in the back of a Kitchen in New Orleans there we are. Fox, Apache, the Cherokee, Anasazi, the Iroquois, Potawatomi, the Olmec, the Toltec, the Mayan, the Zapotec, the Mexica we the Aztecs, all the peoples of Mexico. of regrets come and find me empty. Eyes begun to sting as light appeared. They are my lullaby as they tuck me in and say goodnight.
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