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moments shared with strangers because we forgot how to share,moments peopled by silence
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I , I need a little interaction ,
would you like be my distraction
for a moment - sacred & true.

Would you like just some reaction
know you're special rght through.
Oh loneliness you've been my companion.
rubbing up against me when its dark
when i open my eyes.
there's noone there , only you - to my waking surprise
slurring in my sleep I know you're not enough.
only so much you can give.
but YOUR friendship helps me know why I'm still alive.

I need more than only you
so i frequent the routes with the giggling girls
hoping one might look my way
hoping that she from her path might stray
one minute longer so can ask her about her day
and then back to you on my way.

Even the ones who're not looking for the answers
can briefly play the game.
The game of intertwining hands
and reach those foreign lands
the ones we forgot when we're alone.
The silence is prone
but all I want is a break
just a moment to share ,
dont care if its real or fake
pretend that you care
and leave me with your scent
I wished that I knew where you went.

Its not so complicated
There's no commitment demonstrated
Once is enough
and after its tuff
with you ,loneliness
You never mind if I digress
constantly around
your presence with no sound
whether in public or in my room
Your safety's like a mother's womb.
Sometimes like the chill of a catacomb.

For a little respite
I perhaps might
gather up the courage to whisper words to an absolute unknown
to recall what it sounds to hear a voice on the phone
dont mind if the talk is superficial
I'll put on a happy face
and go to a gathering place
just to know what it feels like,spend way too much
having someone sit across & like your voice
remind me what it is when your hand is touched
these are the symptoms of my choice.

I'm back again.
drop my bag on the floor.
they still just point my way playing those courting games
but silence you make me want to learn their names


« Last Edit: April 06, 2008, 09:46:52 PM by Witness in silence »


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again...guys, where's Rhozie?!

...here ;)


- SPEECHisLESS -

i open my eyes and breathe
in
your silhouettes and shadows

and the words they

detach

themselves
from lively me

wordless
i keep the silence.

- soul activist. poet. flower. fairy -


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hmm...welcome back
*clap clap clap*

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ever thought off...err therapy...man that ish is deep


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Dopeness in the poet zone. Damn, Witness, you scripts are mad tight, dawg. Respek.  @Baldi, that "...God, you suck" was quite heavy.

Bless u all
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[b]lover for hire[/b]

i felt it when your lips touched mine and your body brushed against mine
wasnt true as it shud' a been
still my pulse raced as you traced my body with your touch, felt fire
my lips burnt with fear as yours dripped in lust i burnt from mistrust
burnt with desire sold myself for less than a rand gave my body to you
for nothing rendered my soul for pa**ion bought this moment with my all
still my heart left wealthless
walked in with eyes wide open, knew that my heart was not what you were after
still a moment was better than another bitter night with empty arms
wrapped up in yours so tight i swear i could feel you move inside me
with only your heart beating mine in dead silence , uttered meaningless words to myself
to make reason of this madness, shamed to say i was not thinking with my head
knew that you were for hire knew my heart was not what you were after damn this thing called love is such a lier!
mind is what im made of
where my spoken word is formed
lie not for this here is what mind is

the re-birth of me....the potrait of life


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Dear God, you suck….

Where were you when he was taking his last breath?
Where was that virgin when the blood was being drained from his veins?
Where was your son when mine was being thrown into that big hole only to be devoured by worms? 

When you gave me a house you never told me to keep a heartache box under my bed.
You never told me to keep a drawer for pain in my kitchen.
I never kept a container labeled depression or a bag tagged tears.

I planted potatoes in my back yard, little did I know that like those potatoes, the minute my son was starting to blossom he would


have to go underground.
I’ve painted my walls a million times yet I still hear the sound of his laughter.
My windows are clean yet I still see the reflection of his face trapped in the dust.

You say you’re the alpha, yeah the beginning of my end.
The omega? Well this is the end of your sick illusion of grandeur.
If he’s not in heaven, then heaven is no place for me.
You’ve already damned me to a life in hell anyways.

So here I am asking you for one small favour, let me say goodbye.
Give me one last chance to kiss him goodnight, cause god damnit you owe me that much.





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i just read 'there were 3 of us today'
 
woman...you left me speechless( and tearfull too)
mind is what im made of
where my spoken word is formed
lie not for this here is what mind is

the re-birth of me....the potrait of life


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one o dem dayz

one o dem dayz with broken legs
one that dont stand out
one that pours out leavin me drained
one that wont put out
one o dem days with broken wings that
dont mend, wont mend
one o dem weary days, rainy days
cold hours ones that leave my heart frozen
and mind not spoken just silenced with
intense discomfort
one o dem heartless days
ones that jus leaves a girl dazed
mind is what im made of
where my spoken word is formed
lie not for this here is what mind is

the re-birth of me....the potrait of life


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realize

stand up realize that your time has arrived
stand up and realize what unreaviling in front of ur eyes
wake up and see what this sea of dreams brings to these streets
wake up and realize that what they fought for is what you have now
stand up and recognize that you are alive
stand up and recognize that your time is now
wake up and inhale the sweet scent of freedom
wake up and see that this here is your kingdom
that their shouting screams are now your voice to speak
stand out and live your dreams for this here is your platform
as you move your feet to this rythem you know that what they gave was not in vain
wake up and see the gift that they gave
wake up and see that your life is their redemption song
wake up and see that you black child is their song of freedom
mind is what im made of
where my spoken word is formed
lie not for this here is what mind is

the re-birth of me....the potrait of life


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reflections of self

reflections of me i see from fractioned images
of my shattered self
from conversations within dialogues with him
i still reflect from broken mirrors i pa**
past events that still remind me of my shatterd soul
i buried with burden
i try to ressurect and mend her with lies i told myself
only to wake up in smaller pieces of utter shame
once graced with certainty  never sanity
and this image is more in shards from reflectons of her in me
mind is what im made of
where my spoken word is formed
lie not for this here is what mind is

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hao bathong child hoa bathong?
mind is what im made of
where my spoken word is formed
lie not for this here is what mind is

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i feel so bad coz i havent been able to script anything.
work got me drained cant seem to be able to script anyhting.
read these poems in shame coz my ability is gone
hopin id use your thought to script anything.
but that would be wrong
so i wont script anything


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inspiration is just that! use my words or not still those ;) words need to be said
mind is what im made of
where my spoken word is formed
lie not for this here is what mind is

the re-birth of me....the potrait of life