You did not know
where to begin
as you stood on the edge of your thoughts
trying to find sense
in the nonsensical rhymes
of the rain
pouring outside your window
tapping on the cold pebbles
of your heart
displacing logic
a tad bit to the left
of what you felt was right…
you did not know.
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And when you find all the little pieces
scatter them back to the winds
for they are the hearts of bohemian wanderers
who find themselves in the sky.
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Sometimes…
in moments of quiet contemplation,
my heart gets heavy without permission,
Refusing to hear any reason,
of the mind.
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Often, the truth of the heart
remains unspoken…
it hides in the quiet corners of the mind
as an abstract distraction
seeking solace
inside the thoughts
that offer some understanding
to the chaos.
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Poetry inspired by twitter prompt frpm slamwords.
Her mind scattered
in abstract sadness
not quite here or there
a dull ache standing like a heavy weight
that refused to leave the heart.
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Your heart…
a careless casualty,
of exploding emotions.
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My heart still bleeds the color red
like your ancestors and mine
it still bleeds red…
under the color of my skin
of your skin…
BROWN
BLACK
WHITE
OLIVE
HARD TO DEFINE SKIN TONES
But it still bleeds RED
RED
The color that unifies
humanity
which bleeds
with decades of injustice
Prejudice and Silence
For you see the colors don’t speak
but our actions do
and my heart still bleeds the color red
like your ancestors and mine
and it’s time we listen
we unite against injustice
we unite in peace
and rise with love
for LOVE bleeds RED
when left unheard.
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