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Lauryn’s Taxes


An uncovering of self
divorced of commitment
broken down to the bones
we see 
a life partially deconstructed
the sound dimmed
acapella disaster

Look, no, really
look
beyond the legislation of it all
see her fear
feel the chords ripped away
from her most precious melody
remember your most
vulnerable time
don’t pity
look
no, really
look
send love waves
then
heal yourself
pray 
for the songbird
to sing again
but this time
free
no taxes

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Posted 2 months ago

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Ascension…

Ascension…

Posted 2 months ago

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Cast doubt aside & just believe. #MorningPoetry #HappyWednesday

Cast doubt aside & just believe. #MorningPoetry #HappyWednesday

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Posted 2 months ago

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Let’s get it! Get your greatness on!

Let’s get it! Get your greatness on!

Posted 2 months ago
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aseaofquotes: Leah Stewart, The Myth of You and Me Submitted by funnyfruites. Beautiful.

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Leah Stewart, The Myth of You and Me

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Beautiful.

Posted 3 months ago

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It’s cold, but oh so beautiful. :-) #SnowDay #GodsIceCubes

It’s cold, but oh so beautiful. :-) #SnowDay #GodsIceCubes

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Posted 3 months ago

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Old Timer

An older man, a writer from the Harlem Renaissance, spoke to me this morning and told me to write this: 

I put my soul on a page
exposed and highlighted my rage
all for a buck and some change
those were the good old days
the game is now told thru publicists and ghostwriters
I dipped my fingers in life’s acid 
It made my flow tighter
I’ve experienced some things
I don’t know nothing about meter 
Structure could be a wife-beater
For all I care
I just wanted to share
Rip my heart out so they could see
The stories folded up inside of me
So I heated my coffee hot
Picked out a suitable spot
And just died for hours at a time
Sometimes my words rhymed
On days when my storm brewed cold
A different tale got told
The day would shift from yellow to night
The stars would glitter and light up my sight
I’d see into the future
Write flash-forwards about the unknown
Then take a break and be the orchestrator of moans
I’d have a time
Then I’d blanket the being
Wrap them up like a baby
Shelter them from seeing
That place that I secure
Hold dear
I keep it safe
Because it holds my fear
My love
The power to create
Here time will wait
Magic happens at the writer’s gate
And I never leave it open

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Posted 4 months ago
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I know I’ve giffed this before but I can not stop laughing at Tony’s face. At first he thought they were just gonna hold hands and he looks so confused when she brings his hand higher. When she places it on her hip he’s like “I am going to be in so much trouble” and looks around. He even tried to slide it back some. Then he was like okay I’ll play along. Then as soon as Kerry is distracted he casually slides it off and takes a breath. I am dying. This shouldn’t be so funny.

I LOVE THIS! 

Posted 4 months ago
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Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.
Charles Bukowski (via weedbrain)

Posted 5 months ago

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On the road in NJ…

On the road in NJ…

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