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  The Bilayer Of Existing = something that has two significant sides to it. The title tells us that the poem is mostly to speak about the two sides of life: The land of the living and the land of the dead. Stanza 1 - Introduces the idea of illusion. how someone who might look okay and shows no physical signs of being sad or depressed might actually be going through a lot. You can't hear them cry but that doesn't mean they are not sad or troubled inside. They might not see a reason to live at all even if they seem to be doing well on the outside. Stanza 2 - the last line of the first stanza introduces the idea of suicide or an attempt at it. This stanza defines the attempt as having failed. As somewhat of a spiritual person I believe in the power of words and prayer. So at a previous point in ones life you could have prayed for protection or mercy from God to save your life not actually knowing when those words would come into play. At the time of wishing you would die, God r...

POEM 1 She told me it was worth it, that I should go ahead  Told me to give all my heart  Then she took it all away  She sent her daughter, Love to come mingle inside me  Made me break every rule then threw me out at sea I stood there on a cliff that had two ends to its name  Forced to choose, I chose my life  I would be happier this way Now out at sea, I worry about the one I left on the cliff  I pray he won't jump after me for surely he will not live I pray that remembers that the love we shared was real  That I would have made it last forever and ever if only it was Her will I won't curse Fate's children For all the pain they have caused Because they hold my future and could keep me from my man  But maybe it's not the end, Maybe they'll bring us together some day maybe that's the plan. ... Thank you for your support on this blog. I appreciate it more than you will ever know. This weekend there are few announcements. The first one is that t...

I couldn’t find the right words to say to you so I thought I should— Lie. Would you, do you care? Or maybe I could say the truth that is in my heart; spit the Vulgar emotion that Exists inside me, been made free and careless as a Yokel seeing New York City for the very first time Over and over Under the radar, I will keep on Loving, liking, maybe lusting. Keeping myself in your Orbit, never touching, only hoping I don’t lose my Virtue so as to not Emerge out of and fall into Your ability to trap and teach Others to behave in an Ungodly manner

Bed Peace : Insomnia  The second poem titled Bed Peace in this collection. This one would take a less metaphorical stance it's predecessor  that spoke about racial supremacy in interracial relationships. I am actually speaking about getting  peace in bed. A peaceful night's sleep.  It's no big surprise that I wrote this poem on a night when I couldn't sleep but I think what bothered me so much is how I had no sensible reason to be up that night. I was not thinking about anything, I wasn't stressing, I had had a busy day and had gone to the gym at the end of the day. I had every reason to pass out as soon as my head hit the pillow yet here I was; eyes wide open waiting for something to hit.  I remember reading somewhere that peace was required for good sleep and it had me think: so if one has no peace in their heart could that be reason they would be tossing and turning and fighting to get some shut eye?  And perhaps it is true, that even if you do manage to...

A Sad Poem: Backstory I'd like to think that most writers and or creatives are often faced with the choice of producing something that people will like verses what you want to produce. Sometimes, for the lucky, these are one and the same thing but other times, the conversation you want to have is not the one that will resonate well with your current audience. However I've learnt that, someone out there, somewhere wants to have that conversation with you so speak about whatever the hell you want. A Sad Poem - simply titled- is my declaration of my stance as a creative. I remember a few conversations I've had with people where they ask me why I write such depressing poetry. The people around me claimed that this kind of literature was too sad for their liking and that it said a lot about the author. At the time I didn't want to be seen as a sad person, I did not write my poetry to make other sad either- I still don't. I started feeling terrible for producing suc...