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Latoya Swinson Poem
I'm in a land full of fallen angels,
all trying to fly with broken wings
bruising their feet...running...
but never lifting up off the ground
and their tear, scream loud
creating blood bath,
become destructive to them self.
trying to avoid the question of, WHY?
Why have we fallen from grace?
this land that feels like home, beauty all around
but i have been blinded by the fog that covers the sky
and distracted by the smell of death
thats why each breath seems harder to take,
but i take it, i feel i deserve this life...
no matter if its reward or punishment!
sometimes i wonder if i'm like them?
am i running with burning wings...?
where is this land i'm in?
and who left me here
in the middle of nowhere,
where they have created hell in the process of
trying to recreate heaven.
am i lost, just waiting to be found?
should i continue to try to take flight,
but how will i ever get home in a land full of fallen angels
where nobody knows the directions...
Copyright © Latoya Swinson | Year Posted 2011
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Latoya Swinson Poem
I apologize to my creativity,
I abandon it a long time ago
Gave up on my dreams, because
Possible became impossible to me.
No one was listing,so I stopped speaking
so many trapped words
So many trapped feelings...
I apologize to my pride
Never meant to take you through that ride,
never meant to break you down
when i Told you I would stand by your side
Because it’s just me, myself
...and I promised to survive
I apologize for the lie’s...
not the one’s that I have told others
but, for the ones I have told myself
I'm apologizing for fearing my truth and my abilities,
for rejecting my blessings,I apologize for just settling
for allowing realness to became ruler over my imagination,
allowing my morning to be filled with the same pain as my darkness
I apologize to my creativity,
And I apologize to my dignity…
it will never happen again,
please forgive me.
Copyright © Latoya Swinson | Year Posted 2011
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Latoya Swinson Poem
Gettin grown...
can't run,
skip,
jump...
you know, play dumb
or give excuses like I use to,
ain't got no time to...
gotta say on my movement
cause time don't slow down,
Naw, time doesn’t slow down for you!
keep gettin grown,
I can feel the development in my bones.
I can feel my wounds healing,
as new lashes reopen them...
life is no longer a fairy tale, as if it ever was
but now days, things gets real like T.V
nothing 2-demintional and more life is 3D,
everything high in definition with no real explanation
bills,
agreement,
arrangement....
I’m getting grown with no youth to replace me,
no seed to continue my legacy, no seed to keep my debt lingering!
I’m getting grown,
I wonder does my soul know what that mean...
That soon we will have to give up this body...
yeah I’m gettin grown, well old...lol!
Copyright © Latoya Swinson | Year Posted 2011
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Latoya Swinson Poem
There is a band called "Worries" in my head,
every time I close my eyes I can see them playing
the drummer plays the loudest,
one foot Bang Bang BANGing on the bass
one hand rippling the same beat between two snares,
and the other hand annoying the hell out of me
tappin on that triangle bell...
the guitarist standin on my brain,
plucking hard on the strings, literally pulling
got my hair fallin out on me...
this band called "Worries" got me stressin
can’t sleep, because at all times of the night
they be playin so loudly...
got me doubting if ill every dream
can't get no peace with the pianist bangin on those keys..
DUNT DUNT DUNT DUUUUUUH!!!
...and the lead singer aint no help singing
" worries ooo worries wont you please worry me!"
but the worst part of it all is when i realize
that the Lead singer, piano player, the guitarist and drum player
were all ME..!
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Copyright © Latoya Swinson | Year Posted 2012
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