New Poem: Waking up

The cold chill
lets you know your alive still
There were no Iceberg
just fear of not breaking the surface

Waking Up

Centerfold child dipped in the ocean
to wake from the bad dreams
with a scent of old mourn
drowned in sorrow
on the bottom of the ice cold waters
catch a breath within the new waves
hitting the surface with a gentle touch
rides them
and let the wind easily caress the beauty of a freed mind
crushed and suffocated yet again
when the hand rocks from the grave
and touch the safe cradle
rocks hard, the rocks are hard
makes digestion of the past nearly impossible
stomach filled with smaller pieces
hard to bare, but bares with it
with the dream of light shoulders
with the dream of a safe haven
just needs to dip down
once more to sleep silent
and truly wake up
awake

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About agelesspoet

Born in East Flatbush, Brooklyn then migrated where God and the wind blew my family. I've learned to cling to words since high school books looked like non sence. Ever since then I have been building common sense. I Graduated From DePauw university with a major in Conflict Studies. I am the founder of an organization called S.W.A.G - Spoken Word Affecting Generations. Through that organization I have met countless of Dynamic artist who push themselves to the limit each and everyday and still manage to create timeless pieces of art. I work as an independent contracting artist that teaches the S.W.A.G- spoken word poetry & social change. Creating dynamic workshops that challenge students to develops their leadership skills, public speaking, anti-bullying, and literacy through the use of spoke word poetry.

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