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Adams Laitshi

PO# 622661
United States
United States
September 13, 2017
Greensboro, United States

In a glass case he was captive.

So there he believed he must stay.

From afar he watches the joyful kid blunder, feel mirth and play.

What is this that the foreign creature feel?

He bade them come closer.

They danced all night long till the sun peeks above the horizon. Drunken upon the natural cocktails.

Lost in listless joy.

As the sun grew larger, the day grew hotter.

The kid danced slower, young scorpion grew vibrant.

Vibrancy turned to madness, though slowly it crept in…

In a glass case he was captive.

So there he believed he must stay…

For next to him the kid lay sleeping...

POSITIVE THINKING DAY
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September 13, 2017
Greensboro, United States

Your lies do not fool me.

Your eyes tell it all.

Glossy and shifting.

You smile with practiced gall.

You vipers bite me yet, pretend, like
your venom has no effect seen.
Tell me sweet whispers… Why does the subject change when I come to call? It all seems quite unclean.

Am I the villain? I do not wish to engage in games of putrid lies?
I am not perfect, furthest from it, still these games I despise.

Crucify me and lay me to rest.
Whisper with the one you deem best.
Remember the knife in my back from whence it came. Or have you forgotten so quickly the jarring pain?

Kill everyone that calls your bullshit. I'm certain you wouldn't pass your own test.

You make me sick to my stomach...

STAR EXPLODING
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September 9, 2017
Greensboro, United States

HAUNTED

Each day I wake these things protrude into my thoughts. Regrets, fears, wishes, good tidings, and the resiliency to shrug off that which seeks to bog me down.

It is a process, and by no means is it a simple one. Also I may refer to the ritual as a choice. Though the days prove to be dreary and dark; by some blessed and more often than not curse. I am blessed.

The dark days affect me not. I upbraid myself with ease. If only the desire presents itself. I refer again to the accursed side. For this callous has a price. Try as I may it seems impossible to feel.

Alerts are muted, for my fellow man does not offer the necessary salve with which I may heal. Often times I am immersed wit...

EXPLOSION
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September 9, 2017
Greensboro, United States

#I'm sorry challenge

To my almost lover,

The post read: We're not friends, nor are we enemies. We are simply strangers with memories. A declaration subtle yet strong. Within myself I knew it was for me. I knew I had done her wrong.

My prose today isn't really meant to be poetic.  Rather it is apologetic, because I see my folly.

They say hindsight is 20/20. As things replay a thousand days and some change too late. I think; how could I have been so blind?

Choosing who I liked, over who I loved. For the sake of proximity… Nay it was on me that the joke lay. For to this day, I laid not an eye on the perceived, the fabled, the unicorn. Indeed my Artemis, for this maiden would not be cau...

STARS
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September 7, 2017
Greensboro, United States

No TITLE simply feels.

The rectitude of silence holds me tightly.

I know the things that would excite me…

Yet for the millionth time it seems, nothing fills the void.

We seek Eros; young cherub soul. With his intoxicating bow and, inability to grow old.

Mirth in the joy of human companionship…

Solace in a smile, for we have lost ours. Alas, I have been hollow for a while.

This mask I wear day in and day out mocks me.

How do you avoid a façade that protects? In the same light reveals that which is my bane? I have been a fool, to a devil revealed my secret name...

Eons three have we drifted asleep. Waking slowly, dying again… For the dream of reality is a heavy burden.

I am re...

THE SUN
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August 25, 2017
 

Often my thoughts are directed to the worlds that many a soul shall never gaze upon. As a nomadic spirit I have encompassed many nebulas. Eons have passed and we aged not. The ancient and true thing that keeps us alive... It is the very same thing that makes us feel for nothing have many loved ones died.
I've loved and lost, seen many a world crumble as it fell down-trodden beneath the feet of it's sentient but unknowing beasts. Sad for the beauty that lies in the death of it all. For with The Reaper also stands the chance of rebirth.
Like winter's cold embrace, so does spring's kiss bring life. So sprite and happy. So warm and bright, these things we regard in bliss. In fright, as things...

MOVEMENT
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August 15, 2017
Greensboro, United States

Where do I begin? I catalog these thoughts to diffuse them. The inner turmoil I feel, abates as I lay this ink upon a page.
Transmutation, anguish to joy. With the laws of the universe I toy, lest I fall...

To fantasies I fully surrender. Worlds created on the inside I tromp. Surface dweller? Nay "pretender"... For I feel as alien as the invaders from heaven, whom we have never seen. What does this mean?

True to my nature, mysteriously so. Even I the code with which to dechiper, do not fully know. Yet I chase the tail end of stars. Ever alas EVER falling short of the  bar, yet the journey excites me.

Still waters run deep, & I pray this well to never dry. Tremors reside in my heart, for ...

EXPLOSION
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August 15, 2017
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Derketo

Blurry vision, aquatic sounds.                  Poseidon prepares to take me as I slowly drown. Sweet ethereal kiss, reviving me tender. I would give her my thanks if reality's estate would lend her. I remember not the face of  beauty and the reason eludes me.
You saved me my life not once but twice. It is almost as if you knew me. Oh shimmering lights, that twinkle upon the ocean. Why must you inside me summon commotion? With each flicker of blue or nearly green, I search for her but she is never seen. Only a glimpse and the speech of the ocean.
My savior she sounded not, the words of man, alas never to have spoken. Yet we speak in tongues familiar to each lover. I gaze each ni...

MADONNA
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July 31, 2017
Greensboro, United States

Often my thoughts are directed to the worlds that many a soul shall never gaze upon. As a nomadic spirit I have encompassed many nebulas. Eons have passed and we aged not. The ancient and true thing that keeps us alive... It is the very same thing that makes us feel for nothing have many loved ones died.

I've loved and lost, seen many a world crumble as it fell down-trodden beneath the feet of it's sentient but unknowing beasts. Sad for the beauty that lies in the death of it all. For with The Reaper also stands the chance of rebirth.

Like winter's cold embrace, so does spring's kiss bring life. So sprite and happy. So warm and bright, these things we regard in bliss. In fright, as things...

WORLD WIDE WEB
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