Zinger Wingz Poems

A ​jab to the heart is a jab to your brains
Like a hot knife piercing and popping veins
The nothingness and nowhereness circles in the blood that has lost its past form.
The blood shed that has become the oblivious norm.
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There's a bean inside your head
Where all your thoughts and imaginations once met.
This Bean where all your feelings and passions once brew
And where nothing was ever due.
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My name is Assiah
I've been alive for dozens of centuries
And was originally made out of land, water and life's mysteries
But due to industrial modernization
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Trust...
They'll start on the outside
And end on the outside.
Impenetrable walls of abstract
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A picture of him is all I have to remind me of how he looked.
But the face in that picture is not able to replay his images and being in my imagination..
He's voice is something that will never be familiar to me..
He's smell is unscented in my life
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I'm lost in a cloud somewhere
Life is cradling back and forth.
There's a tingling heat rushing down my spine
And I just feel so calm and gone like in the midst of silence.
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I'm blindly starring into a photograph
A portrait of that which could've been watered into greatness
An image of myself
A younger me
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When I met you, you were dead
But your smile took me to realms the living would never imagine

But When you met me I was alive, awake
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Im not dust
I'm nothing.. More than flesh more than bones
But not worthy of a higher appraisal than dust.
I'm owed nothing,
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These dreams are toxic
Illusion in an illusion
It's an ongoing trance
Waking up a million times before actually waking up
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