#spoken word poet

[apoetinmotion]

I’ve officially written 104 poems for my poetry collection🥰

[quitepossiblyknot]

Watch "homeless heart." on YouTube

[poetryofjacobmoses]

“Said The Stomach To The Head (after Saul Williams)” by Douglas G. Cala

Belly growls, Necessary sustenance urgently requested A volatile intestine jostles inside a parched body, Mind doing somersaults in agony, Anguishing…“Said The Stomach To The Head (after Saul Williams)” by Douglas G. Cala

[extendedsyllablesbook]

Now on Bandcamp - A Physical Representation

[jude-thedude98]

[jetleparti]

I made some poems about America; this one, recorded, is called Ramble.

[dangerouslyfurrydragon]

I love people who are confident and highly aware of their worth, but highly humble too and don't look down on anyone.

[sxrgripp]

I said, "No"

and it was political

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[soulinkpoetry]

“Who was I before I cared what you think?”

Credit to the rightful owner.

A poem for people pleasers.

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[mentalnote1]

Sculpting Tears ~Poetry

If I could sculpt myself a tear

I’d make it audible

Allowing even the deaf to hear

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If I could sculpt myself a tear

I’d paint it purple

Signifying royalty

And make all the blue disappear

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If I could sculpt myself a tear

I’d relinquish loneliness

And mix this liquid with a prayer

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If I could sculpt myself a tear

I’d give it an automatic reset

So that it would never be in need of repair

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If I could sculpt myself a tear

I would never create it

Cold

And salty

Like

This wicked world

[pencap]

the coward's way out

if the fates conspire that only one of us may live, then lover, it must be you.

i will save you the grand speeches about how you are good and deserving. you are. you are. you are, but in the end, that is not the reason why.

the world may call me brave or strong or selfless but lover, you know the truth don't you?

in the end, i am only more afraid of facing a world without you than i am of facing death of facing anything.

in the end, i am only too weak to be the one left behind to pick up the pieces of a broken life a broken promise a broken heart and keep on bleeding when the blood in your heart is already dry.

i'm sorry. i'm sorry. but will you let me be selfish one last time?

can i ask you to live for me? to face what i feared most so that i might find peace in my eternal sleep with a smile upon my face?

if it is cruel of me to ask, then i beg you to forgive me. or curse my name and hate me if you must, only live.

only live, my lover so that my life and my death and all that came in between may mean something. may mean everything.

[speedyphilosopherpanda]

I could try and explain that my feelings towards you are something akin to adoration and attraction. Perhaps admiration in everything you do; affection and fondness in every part that you are; devotion regarding your very being. But not love. I'll write you letters of appreciation and paint art that depicts longing but never love. Oh, God, never love.

[poetryofjacobmoses]

“Meant to Be Here” by Douglas G. Cala

Your will may be tested, but you summon strength Your heart goes untended, But the atria still pump, You soldier on in the face of much adversity, … “Meant to Be Here” by Douglas G. Cala

[extendedsyllablesbook]

Timeline of the Elements

[nicholaskyleedwards]

Very shy but here’s some spoken words. Rite of Solitude, from Interrelation and Other Works, available on Amazon and more

[sxrgripp]

you are capable of everything you desire to be

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