Poem #1000

Day Trip by Kori | Written 5/14/18 Continue reading

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Sex & Death

We didn’t go to the track.
We had sex in her old room.
This wasn’t fate or destiny.
I wanted a release.
I lied. I never came.
She kissed my knee when she was done.
I thought I was over this phase,
of meaningless shags,
and my cocky ways.
Hours later my great aunt passed,
from this burnt out planet,
to god’s realm.
I told her about before I counted sheep.
She’s helping me with my outfit.
I secretly want to try and release.

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Not Jolly by Kori | Written 9/21/17

The words floating in my head
stick on certain memories.

I type them out rapidly.
Too much thought causes overload.

Procrastination.
Can’t exist in my world.


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The Cold Ones by Kori | Written 9/20/17

We are a lie to each other,
social media keeps us alive.

My touch is just as cold
as your stare.

Society norms keeps you afloat.
I rather watch that entire idea burn.

Pity, I am typically not this heartless.


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Darkness to Light by Kori | Written 9/15/17

Hostile men slither in your ear,
you judge them for their struggles,
yet you never had to walk through glass.

You can’t open your soul and relate.
A few verses and a good beat,
doesn’t make you one of us.

You speak the language,
and engage in our mannerisms,
but what are you truly talking?

Another phony,
taping a mask on your face.
Hiding the fact that you’re nothing.


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It’s Funny by Kori | Written 9/15/17

She lost every single battle,
but after all the pain,
she threw down her sword.

He expected more fights,
more anguish.
With nothing left he lost the war.


Inspired by Lauryn Hill The Lost Ones. Below are my social media links that I don’t use but feel free to take a look if you’d like:

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We Don’t Hang Witches by Kori | Written 9/15/17

I am princess Diana
without the title.
A normal woman
trying to live.
He throws stones her way.
I wonder,
does he stops and thinks of others?


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Another Mistake by Kori | Written 9/15/17

I’ve said before
you chipped the ice.
With lust goggles
I saw it all wrong.
You were stabbing me
the entire time.


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Glass Jar Filled by Kori | Written 9/15/17

Our bodies no longer intertwine.
Utter disgust boils underneath,
the cuts you squeezed lemons into.

I rather live my life with sin,
than to be punished for my pure soul.
A closeted demon with a sheep.


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