Fatal Error

This is an account of my relationship with ink.

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I went and married the ink
White lace, bouquet
Romancing the brink
Of madness, blues, terrors,
He’s my fatal error.
                                            They say

Love is quick sand. The harder
You struggle the deeper you sink.
He said that he’s boundless
He can be my lover and
My shrink. I told him I’m twisted
With midnight I’m synced.
My mind is moonless
And my mood turns quicker
Than eyes can blink.


© Eshe Kente 2017
Image by Unknown
MY POETRY BOOK ‘BLUE RAPTURES’ IS AVAILABLE NOW

Motions

motions (idiom): go through the motions, to do something halfheartedly, routinely, or as a formality or façade.

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I crash
I burn
I do it often
I never learn
I mix my potions
To find you Peace
I’d drain the skies
And burn the oceans

Going through stagnant motions
Night in
Day out
Locked in the past
Watching noons pass
I drown in blues
I down emotion


© Eshe Kente 2017
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Drip Pt. II

Enjoy the original of this accidental part II here. This is an account of a head-space I find myself in too often. The same space that inspired ‘All The Same’, ‘Darkest Daughter’, ‘My Raptures Are Blue’ and the whole entire ‘BLUE RAPTURES’.

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Disconnected
From my soul
And my phone
Trapped in my mind
With no haven
Or home

Daytime
But it’s dark inside
In this blank space
There’s no air inside

Night-time’s creeping
Shadows seeping
Whispers, terrors
They broke the tap
My brain is leaking
That’s my sanity
Drip –
Dripping


© Eshe Kente 2017
Image by Unknown
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Self

self (n) : a person’s essential being that distinguishes them from others

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I’m tryna self-express
To death
Escape.
Find self
Beyond the grey waste
Lose my pain
Before I lose myself
My screws are loose
I’m tryna handyman myself

Don’t ever think to tame me
You’ll only hurt thyself
I can’t love you
I’m tryna love myself
Don’t call me selfish
I just am self
My head is broke
But I have wealth
I’m tryna goldmine myself.


© Eshe Kente 2017
Image by Casey Thornton
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Love Songs

I swear I couldn’t possibly give my heart to anyone because even if I had one to give, I’d take it back at gunpoint.

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I’d break you in
Half. I would
I won’t blink
I won’t care
My feelings
Are no where.

Cold like Neptune
I’ll hand you my
Heart with my lips
Then I’ll take it
Back at gun point.
I never once
Said it was yours

What made you think
It was yours?

I don’t romance, but
If you’d like
My gun can sing you
Love songs.


© Eshe Kente 2017
Image by Michelle BarlondSmith
My Poetry Book ‘BLUE RAPTURES’ AVAILABLE NOW