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Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She was very sensitive.
As if the volume was turned up in her head.
She started using her mother’s sedatives,
As a solution for her sleepless nights in bed.
She couldn’t connect with any of her relatives,
They never showed an interest in anything she said.
Her attempts at socialising were tentative,
So she conjured up imaginary friends instead.
Her dogged detachment was her only imperative.
She could not risk the chance of being misled.
There was no one to peel back the layer of negatives.
Too many years of tears have been bred and shed.
The smile she occasionally displayed was purely decorative.
She knows
Wasted Words.Wasted Words.Wasted Words.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We wait for the last possible moment.
Even when confronting our opponents.
To reveal,
How we truly feel.
We hide behind our counterfeit expressions.
Conceal and contain our countless confessions.
Failing to announce,
What our mouths long to pronounce.
We purposely squander opportunities.
Maintaining our positions within our communities.
Avoiding any disclosure,
Reducing the risk of exposure.
We use humour to dilute what we actually say.
Because the truth does not have to be revealed today.
We know there always is a tomorrow,
So today has not got to be filled with sorrow.
We wait and wait.
Stall and pr
The Show Must Go On.The Show Must Go On.The Show Must Go On.3 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You’re meant to be sad,
As long as the flowers last.
Well at least that’s what they say.
Then why do I still feel bad,
Even though time has passed.
I find myself thinking about you everyday.
After mourning and mourning,
On the dawning of the next morning.
Your unplanned departure will still be daunting.
How am I supposed to grasp your sudden disappearance?
When every time I close my eyes I can see your appearance.
How can I class your death as an untimely interference?
One that is destined to occur throughout my life time and time again.
These engraved names are the people I call my family, confidants and
Questions.Questions.Questions.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody has the answers
But everybody has the Y’s.
Speculations of a faultless green pasture,
Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.
The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.
In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.
Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.
It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.
Even though we may feel defenseless.
The possibilities are endless.
The opportunities are relentless.
Opinions become senseless
And still we lie restless.
Attempting to solve the unsolvable
And control the uncontrollable.
To know th
L.O.V.E.L.O.V.E.L.O.V.E.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It swallows you whole,
Exceeds your control.
Apprehends your soul,
Until it has taken its toll.
It’s an overwhelming feeling.
That is made to be appealing
And you can’t help revealing,
The doubts you are concealing.
It’s an undefined dimple
And a well known jingle.
But only when you are single
Does it all seem so simple.
It is one of life’s many gifts,
That empowers and uplifts
And can lead you adrift.
Should you miss your shift.
It is impossible to describe it.
It is impossible to fight it.
Because once it is ignited
And once you have tried it.
It will take your independence.
You will become used to it
Fri-end-ship.Fri-end-ship.Fri-end-ship.4 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I talk, you don’t listen.
You’re just waiting for your turn to speak.
You view every conversation as a competition.
All I can see is the unstoppable movement of your cheeks.
The flow of communication is always re directed back to you.
Almost as if everyone must hear what you have to say.
I’m not denying that half of what you say could actually be true.
But how can so much happen to a person in just one mere day.
What makes it worse is that your stories get recycled and repeated.
I zone in and out of your speeches and know exactly what happens next.
My place in the conversation is to respond and
Man Made the Money.Man Made the Money.Man Made the Money.3 months ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
We think that if we had more money everything would be different.
That we would suddenly be able do all the things we always desired.
Because the lives we lead right now have become predictable and consistent.
And should we choose to, we could be the ones that are rejoiced and admired.
We could be the ones on the front cover of every magazine.
We could be the ones appearing on everyone’s television screen.
We could be the ones that the paparazzi haunt and terrorise.
We could be the ones that have our every move televised.
With the aid of money we could have unlimited vacations
And have access to an infinite amount
One of Many.One of Many.One of Many.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm afraid of your judgments.
I'm afraid of what you will think of me.
So I make subtle adjustments
And become someone you want me to be.
I hide behind my mascara and concealer.
Smile and respond when instructed.
I'm not smart or sexy enough to be a leader.
So I allow myself to become conducted.
I allow myself to become obstructed.
I allow myself to become abducted.
I allow myself to become corrupted.
I allow myself to become artificial.
I allow myself to become superficial.
I allow myself to become egotistical
And live behind a carefully applied screen.
Because my real face can never be seen.
It's easier to act
Singing From the Same Hymn.Singing From the Same Hymn.Singing From the Same Hymn.2 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They’ll never know
And we won’t hold it against them.
It’s not like they owe
It to us to make us feel like men
And women that are destined for greater things.
They have a higher purpose and calling.
It is they who have a bigger say in the world we live in.
Yes our lives may be predictable and boring.
But we have all in some way earned our positions.
In this life there are followers and then there are leaders,
And it’s the leaders that make those cut throat decisions.
Just like in school, you have the underachievers and the divas.
They have abilities and talents that are deemed useful
And i
Living a Lie.Living a Lie.Living a Lie.5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.
When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.
As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.
You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.
But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool
Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than tw
Absence.Absence.Absence.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate the thought of coming home to an empty room.
It is a scenario my mind is not able to consume.
Even though I know you will be back soon.
I still have to wait for your return,
In order for my life to resume.
Kela Lewis-Morin
Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.2 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
So if...
Good girls are really bad girls that never got caught
And
Kings and queens are insecure people that hide behind their forts.
Then
Survivors are cowards that run away when they could’ve fought.
Which means
Celebrities are strategists and opportunists that utilise their thoughts
And
Teachers are failures who couldn’t make use of the lessons life taught.
It would seem then you are either one way or the other.
There is fine undefined line between enemies and lovers.
So pick and choose wisely when deciding what side you are on.
Because you can never know the person you one day might become.
Individuality.Individuality.Individuality.1 month ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
These days most people are other people.
Only a few templates are distributed amongst the billions.
Maybe it’s because they see themselves as less than equals.
So they base and paste their thoughts from someone else’s opinions.
Their unfulfilled lives a mimicry.
Obtaining incompatible abilities.
Altering their figures physically.
Their passions are quotations.
Their theories are past equations.
They become victims of affiliations.
Remoulding their models into the shape of their role models.
Worshipping the words of Drake, Einstein, Rhianna and Aristotle.
Pursuing the idolised physique of a manufactured Coca Col
GuidanceGuidance.Guidance6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My father once told me that life is supposed to be a struggle
And that everyone has their own specific type of hustle.
Whether it be working in an office or stacking products on a shelf.
Naturally we all share the same aim of accumulating wealth.
He also told me that nothing is promised in this life time.
When you least expect it the man upstairs will throw you a life line.
Something or someone that will give you a reason to continue.
Awaken the hidden belief and talent that law dormant within you.
He then told me that happiness and success are short lived.
In time your name will both appear and disappear from life's short
Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.5 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Evil, is knowing better
But purposely doing worse.
Toying with love by the tether
And laughing when it hurts.
Prevailing by any measure
With no intention to reimburse.
Flaunting stolen fabricated treasures
Gaining what you never truly deserved.
To live a life of complete leisure
And never keeping to your words.
Manipulating and applying pressure
Be
A Step Too FarA Step Too Far.A Step Too Far8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She just couldn't take it anymore.
She threw her purse and her child's lunch box on to the floor
Of the fourth storey of the local car parking complex.
The lord only knows what will possibly happen next.
She begins tugging on her hair furiously in agitation.
Talking to herself having an in depth conversation.
Pacing up and down and aggressively talking in tongues.
Labelling herself as an unfit lover and mother to her husband and son.
Tears begin to cascade from her face violently.
She didn't tell her husband about her woes instead she chose to silently
Keep it to herself and let it eat her up inside.
But eventually
Abuduction.Abduction.Abuduction.8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Another convicted paedophile free to walk again.
Currently living by a primary school looking for some new prey to stalk again.
Masks himself as a confidant, someone that the children can call a friend.
Specialises in seducing and lulling its victims in to a false sense of security.
With an ulterior motive driven to defile and desecrate their innocence and purity.
How is this ungodly predator somehow able to evade all configurations of authority?
No one is capable of figuring out why this predator has these vile and vindictive thoughts.
No one can possibly understand how much torture and suffering his actions have brought.
TrustTrust.Trust8 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Hard to gain.
But easily lost.
The effects will always remain.
Unless we pay the cost.
Instead of abiding by t
The TruthThe TruthThe Truth9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing in this world… will ever be equal.
That is why bad things happen… to good people.
That is why death is life's… only sequel.
Kela lewis-morin
Self-InflictedSelf-InflictedSelf-Inflicted9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just hate myself.
I hate the life that I lead.
I hate the things that I've done.
I keep trying to figure out.
Where it is exactly that I went wrong.
No matter how hard I try to evade
And blame others for my actions.
At some point I am forced to accept.
That the problem resides within me
And the answer remains absent.
I am the common dominator.
I am
The Connecticut Massacre.The Connecticut Massacre.The Connecticut Massacre.5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He was described as quiet, shy and socially awkward.
He was not the type to be loud, abrasive and forward.
He was highly intelligent and kept his thoughts to himself.
He didn't posses the tools to communicate with anyone else.
Whenever he spoke, his words felt forced and fake.
Who knew back then how many lives this man could take.
The realisation of his isolation was activated by the school premises.
He was never able to see his peers as friends but only as his nemeses.
But when he was home his alienation became none existent.
He was able to laugh and smile without any form of resistance.
The constant contrast
Purpose.Purpose.Purpose.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
Kela Lewis-Morin
Changing LanesChanging Lanes.Changing Lanes7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Change is continuous.
Adjusting may be strenuous.
Some directions will be tenuous.
Not everyone can afford to be generous.
Life may have forced them to become selfish and venomous.
All we have are memories and pictures to remind of what once was.
They're there to remind us of all the phases, the pain and the love th
Friend Zone.Friend Zone.Friend Zone.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just can never seem to get it right.
How can she say that I am not her type?
After the constant phone calls and the facebook messages
And listening to you talk about all of your annoying relatives.
I thought that you and I could’ve been something.
I know now you think all guys are just after one thing.
Especially after the last guy and what he did to you
And I thought since I was the person you came running to.
That maybe, eventually there could be something between us
And you would believe me when I say I am not thinking of my penis.
When I say I long to hear your voice, even if it's only for a little while
And I love
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