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

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!