Bleeding Rain

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i’m in drought
yet it’s bleeding rain
i’m half in/half sane
i rise and fall

fall then rise
like i’m on cocaine

i drew the joy
but soon enough
the darkness came
he tapped the door
i asked who is it
he said you know my name

 


© Eshe Kente 2017
Image ‘Rachel (Blood)’ by Leslie Shows
MY POETRY BOOK ‘BLUE RAPTURES’ IS AVAILABLE NOW

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
My Poetry Book ‘BLUE RAPTURES’ Is AVAILABLE NOW

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
My Poetry Book ‘BLUE RAPTURES’ Is AVAILABLE NOW

My Raptures Are Blue

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All of my raptures are blue
None of my demons are new
Often they lie on my truth
Often I lie but I’m true
All I think of
Is death and violence
Lost in the deep dark
I watch the silence
My soul has deep marks
She drinks the silence
This life is fruitful
Me, I’m barren

Dead inside
I am never okay
Cold inside
I don’t even smile inside


© Eshe Kente 2017
BLUE RAPTURES AVAILABLE NOW

Shards Of Madness

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I breathe life like it’s poetry
In sync with my ink
I bleed true, blue black
Whole through shattered glass
I’m like shards of madness
I mirror the dusk
See how my symmetry cuts


© Eshe Mwilima 2016

Shards of Madness as featured on my first poetry anthology Blue Raptures : a twisted trip through my mind… if you dare. Go forth and devour!