@Blackween
I have been rethinking my coming to this community. I tend to get disoriented by a place that shoots before asking questions. Someone claimed that my work was plagiarised yet I created it... Anyway. Here I am :)
@Blackween
@Blackween in September 2020
@Blackween
@Blackween
Disoriented Poet *The ink has run dry* *there is nothing in these pens* *other than this enticing pain* *calling out your name* *and with humility,* *you readily avail yourself.* *You see pain has its way with men* *it digs a path* *that you reluctantly follow* *far away from the comforts of your notions* *while stranded in seasonal conditions* *you go where the pain leads.* *The new place claims you* *it inhabits you* *wields your said pain like an armour* *then turns those…
@Blackween
Lustful Daydreams... *I see recognizing smiles* *Lustful thoughts quickly tracing the xfiles* *Hearts pounding their nervous away* *The eyes lock and tie* *And it is here that clothes gain weight* *Peeling them off in a steamy haste* *As lust turns into dripping sweat* *With nipples at their hardest.* *I see the slow mo loving kisses* *Lips looking to dock in places* *No other set ever crept* *It is here they sink into a mellow meltdown* *Disarming every existing frown*…
@Blackween
I am... I am it The one who was never it The liberty of free eagles scouting the blue skies Yet still the same one from their past stories Of sadness and unimaginable grief The one who is said to have tasted loving love in brief. I am a blooming Jacaranda And the hut I was born in was no bigger than a verandah I hail from a kitchen full of choking smoke And everything I ever spoke Had to be verified from other folks. I am a revenant of some angry ancestors Coloured men who…
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UnTitLeD #Fiction *I sat closest to the opened gate. At the edge of the green tattered tent that was dutifully shielding the mourners from the unpredictable weather. It had rained the night before but at the funeral, the afternoon sun was roasting those who came in late.* *An old man in white sat on the bench before me. The wrinkled back of his neck shagged to come into contact with the nape of his neck. His white hair matched his spotless suit.* *He had welcomed us with a…
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UnTitLeD I see them Crawling on these whitish old ceilings In my dsyfunctional daydreams Attempting to make eye contact with my sinful In my disturbing nightmares. I feel them on my skin Slithering away like the reptiles they are Helping fear blanket the boldness within. I see them in other men's shadows Unapologetically glaring at my muted disoriented soul Looking to remind me of the many disastrous vows We often undertake with the dark side. I have seen them on pulpits…
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Inner Battles Someone has their claws on your throat You can't breath so you freeze Air won't get to your head So darkness crawls in The urge to walk out is there But you seem blind Until your hands become your eyes Searching for your way out Only for something to hiss in the dark And force them to run back to you in fear Afraid of being chopped away In single deadly bites Down the throats Of your now converging demons. Chaos erupt Yelling can be heard You wonder how no one…
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Feeling Lost... I wish to find joy among angry men The lightness of a willing soul Carving a permanent smile On my dismembered pain. The thrill of inner freedom Whispers that there is more wisdom In relinquished societal chains. I wish to find my footing In a world where everything is taken Other than my broken. These unsettled chaos Remind me of my undecided spirit Cruising down the normalized paths Only to get lost. I wish to be left alone to be Nothing more than my weird…
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The Complexity of this Being... Sometimes. There is silence here. Calmness that exceeds my very own understanding. Probably because there has always been chaos and difficulties. Inadequacy too. The soul can't be more thrilled for living to see this happen even if it is only sometimes. In that quiet, thousands of whispers converge to say what seems to be a whole lot. Things that they must have been piling over time while waiting for an opportunity to spew them here. Nothing…
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Burning Desire Been a while since cupid sneezed romance dust this way. These days, I avoid penning erotica based on the 'negative' comments that follow it everywhere. Mild or not, most people tend to assume that this art is for perverted minds even as they too enjoy it. **Burning Desire** *I think about your smile* *The way your lips curve into its beauty* *Inviting anyone who has eyes* *To a world of your undiluted warmth.* *Oh how soft your lips must be* *I have tasted…
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Care For An Update? Ever felt like time ain't enough? Like you are trying to do so much and there is too little of this precious illusion? For the last few months, I have been doing what feels like chasing the wind. I call it that because I don't have much to show for what has been going on. **Mushroom Farming Project**; Those who follow and consume my pieces know that I have been readying myself to start mushroom farming on a piece of land sitting idly at my grandparents.…