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Heartbreak Once Ate Half of Me

i lit fire in my chest
each time it blazes, i breathe blue smoke,
maybe heartbreak is another death that burn us alive.

i make sour song out my voice when i cry,
i slip off from the bed while asleep
& heave myself to the wall.

i have known life do not always bring you everything,
but i know the taste of heartbreak.
there are ways love will break you into emptiness,
& ways we struggle to carry it on our shoulders.

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Mama Liberia Will Rise Again

Droplets speechlessly rolling off my cheek whenever I capture memories.
In a skyclad attire,
You embraced scorching from your children.
From relaxing pillow to many painful edges
Falls upon many, fights dispatched your beauty.
Brothers and sisters knocked down flying beauties,
And dimed your great light of scenery.
Bravery pushed your hands and you waved flag for freedom!
Smiles are putting out dimples because you are not anymore a toy drum.
Oh! Mama Liberia,
Footage displayed your nakedness.
Eye struggles from the cold-blooded fights.
Visions of Diamond cities are seeing poorly.
Despite the mortification, we had left you,
heart still purified like your natural Waters.
atmosphere is coloring out prettiness
And perfections aligned in your skies with greatness.

I sniff positivity from your bad smell.
It’s dawning gradually, I can feel that.
over the height of giants, you'll look
Sit your heart in patience for a while.
You will rise again Mama Liberia,
Your height and beauty won’t be recognize.
Snap your fingers constantly and listen as the clock tick.
You are in labor with many great things.
Your appearance will fix the broken,
And purge the hearts of your opponent.

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Self-Portrait

Sometimes, 

When my wounds feed,
A river into eyelids,
I see myself as a renowned,
Dictionary of endless pains.

I cover my cold body with smiles,
On the day I worship God,
My scars beneath,
My prayer requests,
Holds, me a witness.

I paint myself in disguise,
Before Him,
Hold on to my rosary,
Recite, Hail Mary,
When my body should be, 
A reality of being dead.

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The Day Her Body Went Mute'

& death swallowed my grandmother when i was twelve.

there are some memories that hunt you while asleep
& some spill goosebumps on the fabric of your skin.

i lost count of the nights i pour tears out my eyes, 
there were days i keep my fingers steady in the family gallery.

i listened to your voice breaking through the cracked walls,
you lit candles & placed them in the middle of your room,
& then drag silence in your chest &
spoke in tongues and scream at God to keep me safe.
 
when my scars developed into a city,
with dimmed lights & wrecked lanes,
you ironed smiles on your lips and still kiss me on the forehead.

how do i tell these stories of how your body spent days wearing off its texture from rotten scars?

the dark rooms here still hold your photograph,
the piano in the parlor eats dust
it must have thought about you & felt bored, too.

By: Aloysius S. Harmon is still struggling to beco
aloysius is a Liberian writer and a poet or sunflower.

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Sometimes

Sometimes,

I write poems,
Not because I'm Wordsmith,
But to compose pain,
That filled my vessels 
When my smile feels weak,
To tell my family how I'm doing.

Sometimes,

I don't regret,
Being a victim of a dying nation.
Because my mother's land,
Obligated me,
To see diamond graves,
and beautiful guns.

Sometimes,

I feel like being alone
with my shadows
maybe that's the best way 
To communicate with my friends and fear.

Sometimes,

I feel like the cloud isn't watching
the surface of its beholder,
For I seems to burn
It's bloom from blood-stained lines.

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Craving Love

I tried to plant my words,
those untold stories in a book,
and caged my melodies on your lips.

I tried to stroll on a path
Smiling in excitement
from those cold utterances from a heart.

I tried to inscribe you in my Diary 
Draw your names with roses
and design your heart like Furnished Paradise.

I tried to love you
with my heart battling to a sigh
that will cause it slumping in LOVE.

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Ornament of Love

Maybe it's me,
But my pages are flipping
Towards the end of my story book
And a new one is about to open
With hands drawn in pair
With bracelet around it both.

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Mentality

If I would burn these inks,
Rather keeping it in, 
It would be useful to describe our awful deeds.

Tears are untied bundles, 
In my face/crawling down my rusty cheek,
Grieves are illustrating it's purpose,
And halt, it's not for me.

Our heads are stocks of unevenness, 
Stalking and practising the devil's call,
Positivity we practice not
walking on the sinful aisle.

Realm of horrible things, 
We see without fear,
Do without guilt/attempt or keep it in.

Stalked in our heads,
Are nightmares of depravity,
Or maybe not, something beautiful for ourselves.

Our minds are our tombs, 
It buries us in silence, 
And exposes us with naked and selfish notions.

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Affection

It is 4 pm/ 
& i am at my raven desk,
turning my grief into love poems.

It is another season in July when rain moonwalk on the window glasses- in the same deserted diary I smudged my first break-up poem;
I called out to my ex I could not bring back with metaphors.

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I know the terminologies of a defunct love.
I.e late replies/ 12 missed calls & 3 failed dinner nights.

I have known the taste of rotten heartbreak, 
It whirls your tongue into a broken song with bruised notes.
I do not want to be a broken piece of another love.

I want to scrutinize the moon with you, As it rolls itself from the dusk- to another twilight.
I wished to count the colours of the rainbow; whispering "I Love You".