Two Drunkards
They sat holding bottles
In their hands
And armpits
Pouring mouthful
Of liquor to fill
Their hollow stomachs.
They gazed at each other
As cat and mouse
And spoke a lot of
Inglish with slain syntax
To devirginate
Their motherland.
The two drunkards!
Spoke of a nation's illusions
And the wilted state of
A nation's elites
Raping the cultural norm
Who raped the temple?
They said something
About
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Categories:
strangle, africa, allegory, betrayal, corruption,
Form: Free verse
Bloodwork
Somedays I want to choke myself to death
To strangle my neck until my face turns blue
To wrap the ends of a nylon string to my hands
Like corsages on a ballerina’s wrist
To keep dancing
Until my face turns blue
Somedays I want to carve a pattern on the insides of my wrists
Weaving intricate patterns bleeding red with
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Categories:
strangle, anger, crazy, dark, death,
Form: Free verse
Strangle
Strangle
You don’t realize
How much I hate your guts
Clutch a glass so tight
I don’t see the blood
Leaking from the shards
That’ve dug deep into my skin.
Eyes twitching like I’m on caffeine
Gritting my teeth as the steam rises out of my head
Every molecule in my body boiling over
To the point of a whistleblowing like a tea
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Categories:
strangle, anger, dad, dark, death,
Form: Free verse
The Things That Strangle
A pen quivering above a page,
a thought drips hesitantly, like sweat
in the heat of fear.
Water does not quench this,
the dry around my voice that
stops my sound
before it reaches the world.
When I reach into the heart of me,
my words lay covered
under a quilt of words
others have used to describe me,
a patchwork identity:
stupid, worthless,
asexual.
In
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Categories:
strangle, abuse, anger, angst, bullying,
Form: Free verse
Peace, Rebel, Strangle
I want to
s e
t l
r g
an
the neck of the demon
who pushes me to
be in a state of
r
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Categories:
strangle, allegory, corruption, dark,
Form: Free verse
Strangle By Society
threats regrets
expects
neglect
pace and trace
connects the steps
to face my debts
and get me along
my way...
rent do.. baby crying
need a diaper or
too.. just for this
night to get me threw
sweat.. nightmares..
waking up in the mornng
like night still here...
flesh bones
eyes vison
hands felt
that love in a instant.........
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Categories:
strangle, inspirational, introspection, me,
Form: Narrative