Author: copaceticaesthetix

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Maurz

I always get lost in my thoughts

When it’s you on my mind

I know you’re busy but

Can I please have a piece of your time ?

I wanna make you feel like a god

When’s the last time you felt more than fine ?

Maybe the world is against you

But you have me

I know all things cost something

But I swear that my love is free

So when’s the last time you felt this good ?

When’s the last time someone believed that you could ?

I wanna know everything that I don’t but should

I’ll never judge you, babe

Tell me your past

I wanna know you inside out

If you’re next, I need you last

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Communion of Seasons

[Prompt: “Why is May so busy?!” -Sasha]
By CJOAT

“Why is May so busy?!” /
A question I wonder every day, 
every month, /
every year. /
It feels like every month has its own layers of business. /
Like tiers in a wedding cake. /

It’s Spring, near to his peak. /
He’s awakening the bugs and fluffing the pollen spores. /
Bobbing the flowers with their delicate petal do’s, heck; /
You’d see him, peacocking in promiscuous display for Summer. /
Who only has his eyes for Winter. /
Autumn just loves causing chaos that Mother Winter cleans up. /
She’s an older woman, getting well in her golden years. /
Summer is the one to provide the summer warmth in her fireplace.. /
The warmth to keep her alive in hibernation. /
The love of his brush of skin, /
To her shining of snow. /

Maybe, May is busy because /
Autumn and Spring see each other across the pond. /
One likes knots and order. /
The other likes ego deaths and leafy pyres. /
And when they cross paths, /
Humans are hurried and ushered into Mother Winter’s studies. /
The children smothered in Summer’s Sands, to slumber in naps. /
As colors flow across the wind… /
Giving birth to another day. /

Maybe May is busy…/ 
because the Seasonal Adults are convening /
as we do.

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eQuaniMIty

You weren’t ready

But you acted like you were

You made posts about me

Or was it really about her

Your words are etched in my mind

All else is a blur

Now I’m left sifting through pieces

Of who we once were

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My Escape

Baby come and grab my waist

Let me pull you in

Invade my space

Vibe together

Levitate

Body’s parched

Give me a taste

Didn’t mean to make you wait

I’ve just been busy as of late

With all this shit up on my plate

But never mind that

Time for a break

Little rips got us feelin great

Thanks for being

My escape

Happy B’earthday Daddy

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Conclusions x Just Call Me Joa

Bitter. 
Mad at me. 
Mad at my nigga.
It’s just too much. EYE don’t want to do the work.
Still haunted by all those words you spoke.
I figured it out, my heart’s condition is poor
It’s so much fuckin work and I simply don’t want to do it anymore
“Finally, Jesus.” are the words that left your lips over a game, 
while I’m still mentally placating the blame.
Same words that I heard after coming to this very conclusion. 
&Although I already knew it, I chose delusion. 
Understanding that I was young
Doesn’t negate feeling dumb –
Or numb….
To your progressive efforts 
Tainted with fear and anxiety like a broken record.
I’m damaged goods now. Wow.?
I feel cold sad confused and still much very bruised. 
How did I enter such state of feeling so used? 
I really want it to work out but I’m just so fuckin burnt out. 
Exhausted, tired
– with not enough love to tip it this time.
Bc Even in my sleep, it occupies my mind. 
Wondering if it were so easy, why’d it take so long?
Was I not important enough to hear all along?
Reflecting on the years I thought I was wrong. 
Only to be right-
About the fights, mean things and ugly scenes.
The source of it all, Manny
Nigga ruined yet another family.
I need some therapy, to get it up off of me. 
Bc I want to forgive, give grace but IDK how to
Guess I’ll just power through
Like I been doin – 
Conclusions…….

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