Category: Mad Mac – The Poet Letters
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Empty Home
No safe zone this is a no trace home. No southern comfort nurture no Gerber. What a predicament? Isn’t it, sickening I’m wishing it wasn’t this different? It’s so hard to stand out when I’m blending in. No safe zone there’s no thrown in this home whoever they said it belongs to is gone. The…
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Tree Me
imagine a flower dying of anticipation to be a tree, I feel like that’s me. Holding on for dear life to stay grounded, knowing deep down when I reach out for climax I aspire to be mounted. I need more separation to see the earth fountain some that’s a close-up and some through the mountain.…
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Hallow Grounds
This is hallowed grounds a sacred place it’s only one way in no retreat no safe escape. I’m improving I’m sharper my words darker hell-bent at the father please spare me I told the truth and I dare bleed at fair speed monte Carlos fracture denarys. What power do you carry? Sweet lullaby what a…
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Star Flower
I did a poem last year just wanting to show encouragement to women in every aspect of the word(world). Queens need uplifting as much as possible and we should be the ones giving it. They are the world they are God’s and we should treat them as such. I just want to share this one…
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“Sugar Free”
Here is a poem I wrote for someone that has played an instrumental part in my growth. In my early days, I struggled with expression, and one of the ways I could write and recite. I needed to express how important she was to me and of value so I wrote her this. This poem…