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Best Poems Written by Nikodu Blue

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The Dreamer

The Dreamer

If I dream a dream tonight
too withered with shades of light.
Worried I will die from fright,
but too weary to see the sun
to sleep I go till dawn has won.

As I dream this dream tonight
transforming bones to shape the bite.
howling at moonlight rays from afar,
to but a dream I sleep unharmed.

To slumber and shake I rage.
as I paint this fiend of knight.
lacking strength and will to fight
the only dreaming I hope tonight.

As I fall through sands that quakes
holes of madness take my place.
for no more horror in my delight
as this dream ends or soon
yields my sight.

As lightning strikes eyes of glass
vengefulness at bitter last.
monster, demons all the gore
conquering the fear is yet a war.

Until the sadness of rain I was dry
not cool, not warm like nothing inside.
now broken only to find
new love, built by my side.

To a spewer of moment, I lie awake
true or false unaware what to make.
I stand from window cold touch to the floor
with the bitter taste of morning sores
left me to wonder if…
was it a dream or was it more.

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Brothers By Wings

You thought you got the best of me, but when the day is through,
All I have is a memory, and a thought of losing you.
You lead use to a paradise, past our fears and our regrets 
When we shard smile I wish I could Have said;
I’ve got 100 words on paper, a million more I’d say.
The days are are getting darker, ever scenes you went away. 
I’ll carry you body through the halls of time, these memories still feel real.
The laughs, the cries, all the moments I shared, is a Moment I wish you where here.
And now your gone, faraway, My heart still feels the pain. 
Your spirit is free and its near the end, but there still so much Id say.
If I had one more day with you, I would never go away.
I would hold your hand and do the thing we never had.
But in our wake, its not my time, and all journeys have to end.
So I’ll hold my head up high and watch you in the sky.
Looking down on me looking down on use until that day that I can;
Around the moon! And back again I’d race once I’m there!
Just rest your wing and think of me all the times we’ve shard.
You truly got the best of me, and soon the days are done.
Every night Ill count the stars and dream that your the brightest one.

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Like Th Night Wolf

Sad as the night wolf
Crying for the moonlight sky
looking for love alone

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Blinded By Power

in time my eyes open
smoke breaking through the darkness
 blinded  and comsumed

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The Voice of Silence

My breath is short and whispers loudly
Of all the things that's locked inside me. 
My blood is cold as my heart is racing 
Betraying thoughts of friends that love me,
To sickened by the voice of silence, 
words of comfort go unnoticed.
But only a flickering moment do I see
A glance of freedom from the burden I'd be.
As if my friends truly desired,
 there voiced encouraged my dooming endeavor.
And soon silence becomes my closed friend,
Forming the lies and my needles in bed.
Leaving me to quake, is it time for me to wake,
Or fall victim to my mistake.

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Reflection

What is my reflection? Is it something I am or something i inspire to be? Can I see my own reflection as others see me, or do I have to digest rumors and conspiracies? Am I the contrast of this mirror or just the figure that stands in front of it? If I look back and I'm not there; I'll think is something wrong, but i shouldn't care. A mirror reflects only those who stand in front of it and not those who stand in it.

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Until and Through Dawn

morning

in the warmth and given sun 
I am followed only by one 

though

as I move my hands and feet 
my friend behind me moves in-sink

and

all the more I jump and leap 
it herds me like a flock of sheep

until 

the night has come abroad 
they wave good by till morning with dawn.

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Kindled Rage

Set you Kindle ablaze with your fire your rage. Gripped from ashes of freedom you knowledge your reason, there's no season that wont burn with the words I'd say, the actions I take. This world will be taken under by the steps I wander. My shadow is ash, so get out of my path. Your shad's are glass but my anger is shrapnel ready to blast, or take your chance with my demons and my past. Cuss i Burning this bridge to the other side, my ship is sinking with no land in sight. I'm out of time this spirits on the line, ill have to ask you one last time are you fuel for this rhyme or a witness to my crime?

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Lost In Myself

Kinder in the hart so swollen As I walk though thought and wishes
Searching for salvation in devastation and destruction 
Looking back when words were less dreary
Only finding a purpose

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Killing the Fiction

In these words, Ill splurge; the urge to get back at you. 
Having the moment, you left me you gave me some solitude. 
But etched in the memories, it’s on fast play forever the same,
There’s no going back, your life a soundtrack; On loop, over and over, one rhythm and chorus, it forewarned us; the amplitude you’d measure; but we were too blind and stupid to hinder  
or consider your words now wisdom engraved on Cinder.

In fiction, I’m known as the killer not the plague or preacher that screeches the voice of a man left in a can; Sent to Iran, the cold turkeys in the pan, wife and kids left to understand way daddy came home in a bag and not a cab, soon comes a Christmas without a dad.
 I’m dropping buckets trying to say the way I feel; the silence inside how its more than prescribed to the doctors & shrink; they’re minks covered in ink to happy to sink the stage I left you; the bass slowly fading as I’m stuck contemplating. 

 I’m chocking sane, but it’s all real and I’m Just fiction to the distinction of church bell in my ear and the whispers and gossip of why you’re not here.
The message was clear you needed me here; but I sat down at the center stage, the curtains open, your face pale; cold as winter. As the choirs fades, the mic turns on with no applaud, your voice is gone and now they’re telling me your gone.