Poetry Playlist
The interior of what we are made up of is not chosen by us, or is it? Can we believe in our existence to bridge the untapped waters of our soul and identify the unlimited possibilities for adding value to and throughout this life, how we feel, see, smell, dance, bellow, and reinterpret how life is dressed for the occasion, our occasion, a complement that only our existence may align with. Here, we will embark on the journey from the inside out.
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–DaMontá
Blur a poem by DWM
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"When a life cycle is over
It seems to be a blur.
While in it, I feel both
hopeful & Help—less
Anxious, even—
Overinvolved
Overwhelmed
Overworked.
Stressed?
Shit, defeated at times.
Common ground… we all here.
The eloquent and august
Maya Angelou prophesied we would
Encounter defeats—However, to
Not remain defeated.
Damn, Maya.
But, before you go,
One question:
When it’s over…
how to know if it has begun or ended?
‘Cause looking around // It
all seems to be a blur and
Completely up-
Ended."
Excerpt from [Utitled.12] a poem by DWM
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"I trust myself
Although new feelings are like
Eruptions in their dispositions
coming and going;
Struggling to surrender
Disciplined habits and lifestyles—
still
route running on air
Call an audible… mama said // Coach said
Reflecting to refine
has proved worthy
exploring and discovery is
Pivotal.
Talking to myself politely is
Non-negotiable.
I am my everything—so are you.
God said, don't
fret.
Ping-ponging reflective energy to the deepest of heights
fuck a designer brand
How about more 0-degree
sleeping bags for
home insecure people
North American
WINters are …, you know."
