Fortitude Poems
79. Still Adjacent
by Kea Campbell
Pardon my bluntly put, but people won't endure your fits and pricks much too long.
Even the wolves won't bite your lies. They're not afraid—they'll blitz your prongs.
The same thought creeps around my consciousness like an intruder in my home away from home,
Because there's a con in my house; a mole next door. I fancy a safe space and peace—all alone
Contouring your entourage is a classic precocious assimilation tactic.
Polygraphs haunt you in your sleep because you worship gossip as if it’s a situational prophylactic.
Your narc addiction is narcissistic. Strangers defy perspective and get hooked into your rave,
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The Storm
by J’kuan Liverpool
The Storm
It’s storming outside this house I’m in ,
I’m scared to look outside and see the damage ,
I can feel the pouring in from the roof ,
The wood is wet and the last fire burnt out ,
It’s getting so cold and it’s hard to breath,
I can’t believe the sun was shining yesterday,
Now today the only light I see is a dim candle ,
I hear the winds knocking on the fragile door ,
......
79. Still Adjacent
by Kea Campbell
Pardon my bluntly put, but people won't endure your fits and pricks much too long.
Even the wolves won't bite your lies. They're not afraid—they'll blitz your prongs.
The same thought creeps around my consciousness like an intruder in my home away from home,
Because there's a con in my house; a mole next door. I fancy a safe space and peace—all alone
Contouring your entourage is a classic precocious assimilation tactic.
Polygraphs haunt you in your sleep because you worship gossip as if it’s a situational prophylactic.
Your narc addiction is narcissistic. Strangers defy perspective and get hooked into your rave,
......
The Storm
by J’kuan Liverpool
The Storm
It’s storming outside this house I’m in ,
I’m scared to look outside and see the damage ,
I can feel the pouring in from the roof ,
The wood is wet and the last fire burnt out ,
It’s getting so cold and it’s hard to breath,
I can’t believe the sun was shining yesterday,
Now today the only light I see is a dim candle ,
I hear the winds knocking on the fragile door ,
......
