Scribbles
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Подписчиков у канала «Scribbles»: 1 097.
По дням, последние 30 дней
| Дата | Подписчики | Изменение | Посты | Ср. просмотры поста |
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| 12 ноя | 1 097 | −1 | 0 | – |
| 11 ноя | 1 098 | −1 | 0 | – |
| 10 ноя | 1 099 | 0 | 0 | – |
| 9 ноя | 1 099 | 0 | 1 | 102 |
| 22 окт | 1 099 | – | 0 | – |
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“የትዝታን ዳገት ወጣሁኝ ተክዤ፣ በእጄ ምናምኑን በልቤ አንቺን ይዤ...” my little five senses... i crashed a party bells ring as i walk into the room a jazz symphony slow dances with caffeinated aroma i listen to songs scaled with paved roads atop mountains stringing together a nostalgic tune a poem written with your blood a sketch drawn from your heart then i see you walk behind the counter working through all the chaos taming fire as you discipline a wave then you shake my hand i see home in your eyes drowned in the tears of my own mother you feel like the morning of Christmas with a scent of garlic and stew you taste like Easter’s breakfast a taste of that sweet sour bread you sound like my mother’s early s...
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Wednesday evening, I sit and think I hope you haven't taken my advice. To not smile when you don't mean it, to people you don't really like and to situations you don't wanna be in. Oh. What do I know? I hope you have kept smiling. Despite. To strangers, to people you don't like, to people you love, to everyone. I hope you smiled. And when you are remembered, I hope so is your smile. By strangers, by passengers, by friends, and people you don't like. And when you are finally at heaven's gate, I hope the angels reciprocated and smiled back. -I normally don't give out advices. I don't know what I was thinking with this one. (Βαρούχ) #RANDOM_THOUGHTS
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I was born a star, A fish in space, A comet in the ocean. I confound, I love hard, And I cuss a little. I was born a star, Serenaded by my mom’s tongues. The Holy Ghost takes flight, As my grandmother recites the Psalms. I too dream in color And in rhyme. I crochet houses out of grenade shells, And I break some eggs in the process. I was born a star. Kings, thieves, pirates, paupers, prostitutes, and pastors Perform poems along my bloodline. I reflect my ancestry, I reflect them all. I was born a star. I finally remembered the password To my pen, To my blood. I belong in the ocean. I vacation in the sky. I’m a righteous heathen, A dope cosmopolitan. I was born a star, Detached from the...
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I hear the buzzing of the bumblebee in the backyard Carrying its weight with a wingspan half its width I see the feast of the blind crows That forever soar under your light I see the earth Absolved from the absence of your presence I see the seas rage and the land tame its tides And I see you walk on both. I see my friends And how they love me Despite the presence of my absence I see my friends And how I love them Despite the hatred I bear for myself I see blessings coated in contradiction I stand baffled in praise met with confusion I read your words on my body and applaud your sculpture on my heart. I see the glitter. I see the gold. I see the black. I see the blue. I see the narr...
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I roll my ‘R’s I stress my ‘E’s And I have been Responding to the wrong name For half a decade I have my way With words The way my mother Incants magic with her baking oven I carry the warmth of my home In my throat Plucking my notes on vowels I speak in music I speak The way I was raised I infuse my melanin in every comma My consonants draw my continent My grunts My sighs My expressions Keep my grandfather’s eyelids open And if the heart in my voice Is the cause of my demise So it shall be. Let it be known That the blood on the streets shall rise To pull anchors from slave ships Caught between storms of poems With lyrics coated in a heavy accent That seep into the lungs of evil To drow...
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I changed my pillowcases from pools of tears to cotton my head can rest on. Today, I took your photographs down from the wall. You were in the room with me. I mustered up enough courage to make a change. I took down the cobwebs, brushed the carpet, and mopped the hardwood. I folded laundry and hung my raincoats. I found your book misplaced on my shelf. You were in the room with me. Today, like yesterday, like forever ago, I silence the music of your absence with the noise of the vacuum cleaner. I can’t dust your ashes away or scrape you off my headboard. I pray heaven forgives my lack of planning and my urgency for house chores. I made the house a home, And I missed your funeral, but I g...
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Momma would say never throw trash out the window of a moving car. I’d ask, Why? See, on a school trip the prior week, I saw my friends throw a juice box out the window. It hit a bystander. Curses flew, then our laughter followed. My mother, horrified by the retelling of my adventures, would aim directly to my inner thighs, her favorite place to administer checks and balances. Questions would fly. “Who raised you that way?” I would answer, oblivious to the rhetorical. I think that day I learned a valuable lesson. Some things you just don’t respond to. Momma would tell us to always keep the car windows up. I’d ask, Why? She would remind us of the boogeyman that might snatch us away when she...
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I Momma, I brought an exorcist home. I spent a day in my living room, concluded the devil has to be involved. Momma, my exorcist, they say he’s really good. They say he has tips and tricks, he rains fire with wrath and roar, carries a cross, a sword. Momma, the devil don’t stand a chance, he won’t win against the Lord. Momma, I brought an exorcist home. His holy water flowed from a hose. He spoke his chants, he sang his hymns and songs. He prayed a little, then prayed some more, Memories danced across the floor. Holy fire rained in, I saw visions play, I saw you in the room we played in. For a second, the house felt whole, a warmth returned, a touch of soul. But when he cast the devil out...
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"ወዶ የገባ ሰው ፣ ከባህር ከውሃው ዋኝቶ ይውጣው እንጂ ሌላ ማን ሊረዳው?" I hope the bystanders are better than this. Even if they witness my act of willingness and my participation in all of these, I hope my lack of knowledge factors. I hope they know I didn't know. For if I did, I wouldn't have followed. Return your smile that would lead me to my doom, reply to a conversation with a conversation a hand with a hand, I wouldn't have. Would I? If I had known I would have spent days with a heavy heart, and nights in agony I wouldn't have fallen. And I hope the bystanders are better than the cruelty of not lending me a hand. I hope someone has seen despite my skipping legs and my jumping heart I didn't know anythin...
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I was born a star, A fish in space, A comet in the ocean. I confound, I love hard, And I cuss a little. I was born a star, Serenaded by my mom’s tongues. The Holy Ghost takes flight, As my grandmother recites the Psalms. I too dream in color And in rhyme. I crochet houses out of grenade shells, And I break some eggs in the process. I was born a star. Kings, thieves, pirates, paupers, prostitutes, and pastors Perform poems along my bloodline. I reflect my ancestry, I reflect them all. I was born a star. I finally remembered the password To my pen, To my blood. I belong in the ocean. I vacation in the sky. I’m a righteous heathen, A dope cosmopolitan. I was born a star, Detached from the...
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Wednesday evening, I sit and think I hope you haven't taken my advice. To not smile when you don't mean it, to people you don't really like and to situations you don't wanna be in. Oh. What do I know? I hope you have kept smiling. Despite. To strangers, to people you don't like, to people you love, to everyone. I hope you smiled. And when you are remembered, I hope so is your smile. By strangers, by passengers, by friends, and people you don't like. And when you are finally at heaven's gate, I hope the angels reciprocated and smiled back. -I normally don't give out advices. I don't know what I was thinking with this one. (Βαρούχ) #RANDOM_THOUGHTS
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“የትዝታን ዳገት ወጣሁኝ ተክዤ፣ በእጄ ምናምኑን በልቤ አንቺን ይዤ...” my little five senses... i crashed a party bells ring as i walk into the room a jazz symphony slow dances with caffeinated aroma i listen to songs scaled with paved roads atop mountains stringing together a nostalgic tune a poem written with your blood a sketch drawn from your heart then i see you walk behind the counter working through all the chaos taming fire as you discipline a wave then you shake my hand i see home in your eyes drowned in the tears of my own mother you feel like the morning of Christmas with a scent of garlic and stew you taste like Easter’s breakfast a taste of that sweet sour bread you sound like my mother’s early s...
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