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Einstein & Waters — May 21, 2018

Einstein & Waters

Written by Destiny Bergeron

The way planets align.

How they all fall towards the sun.

The cosmos remind me of,

All the different forms of love

Energy cannot be

destroyed or created.

If that’s not love,

I don’t know what is

Driven by chance

Elements like lost souls

Swimming in a fish bowl

Hoping to find a planet

where true love exsist

Insight..…Love+Life=Love….

my theory of relatively

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Overspill — May 9, 2018

Overspill

Written by Destiny Bergeron

Flow is prolific my proverbials

Flooding my existance

Spilling over this paper

Till it’s saturated in the

Words of my mind heart and soul

Lines crumpled together

over flowing into the corners

Carroting out on eachother

A labyrinth of words

Only my pen knows where to go

Lost in my notebook i just fallow it wherever it goes

when the flow

Changes the walls rearrange

Bringing me different places

Like a seamstress this pen

Knows every stitch

I’d be lost without it

Written by Destiny Bergeron

——Worded Warrior

Cautious with my thoughts often
Every changing like the rules of engagement
holding my sorrows
Shedding my tomorrows
Like a beast in the summer
I am a war torn soldier
Stationed on the front lines
of good and evil
With my pen as my sword
I pick them apart word by word
Verbs use to destroy
whoever comes forth
Metaphors like arrows
fly high over your head
than rip through your flesh
till you have nothing left
Im a savage by habit
Constant forward motion
Like im in locomotion
So approach like your life
Is sacred
you are only an enemy
If you choose to be
These lil blue lines are my territory

Written by Destiny Bergeron

——-Ghost Writer———–

Find me at anytime

Face down in these lil blue lines

Pen laying at my finger tips

Looking like i just committed

suicide with it

My insides spatter on the page

Left to decay

I’m in a catatonic state

My unconscious

takes control of the pen

I step out of my existence

to read over the shoulder

Of my dreamcatcher

Inching closer

Just as the words become legible

She turns and looks at me

Soon as our eyes meet

I jolt awake

Tinglelies all over me

It was just a trippy reoccurring dream

Never do I get to read

the words of my dreams

Trickle — April 3, 2018

Trickle

In the depts of me

Lingering in darkness

Are the words I want

No one to see

They are so heavy

My flow isn’t strong enough

To move them

Not until it

Slows to a trickle

And the bones of my heart and soul

Are exposed

do I ever

even know

these words existed

Forsaken by my pride

Forbidden from my pen

They are silenced

The current of my flow will

beat against them

till they crumble to bits

Some words are not meant to be written

Lost In My Notebook  — March 21, 2018

Lost In My Notebook 

Written by Destiny Bergeron

Maybe I can one day write something

somebody finds thier self in

A poem that holds a moment

you lost a long time ago
Maybe my words could soften someone’s sorrow

 

Write the rhyme that  lead to a better tomorrow
If my words could

Help a lost heart find

its way  home
Give some guidance

when the way is faded

try to write it right again

 

If  my poetry had one purpose

i hope it’s

Knowing you’re never alone if you’re  trying
If you’re fighting for the good in life

Than this lil poet will always be on your side
Doing my best to find the rhyme

That makes you smile even when

Your hearts in denial
I’ll search for the words that makes you believe again

 

All this time spent lost in my notebook would be worth it

If maybe one day

I can write something

Someone finds thier self in

Worded Warrior 2 — March 20, 2018

Worded Warrior 2

Written by Destiny Bergeron

I’m a collaboration

Of the ghetto

and my daddys rock &roll

Never lost cuz my

Mom taught me right from wrong

I’m a warrior of life

Trying to win one for the good side

Always sticking up for the lil guy

Holding my head up high

down some pretty dark streets

Don’t be fooled by what you see

I am a beast  a rare breed

It’s  not healthy to judge me

Or try to predict lil too swift

You’ll get caught up in the current

And I’ll tare you to bits

Ninja-ish, my flow is automatic

Sick is my addiction to this pen

symphony on paper

Im a maestro of words

Master of sarrow

scholar of life

still learning how to survive

Chasing the high of a perfect line

Get by one rhyme at a time

 

The Hunt — March 3, 2018

The Hunt

Written by Destiny Bergeron

Know I don’t scare easily

Your a savage you feast

but I see the beauty in the beast

Despite those you have lost the fight

Beneath your sheets

I’m not weak

You take what you plz

Leave them in pieces

For hearts you are a fein

You think I’m like the rest

I’ll be begging on my knees

Well do what you please

I’m stronger than you think

I enjoy the hunt

You think I’m the prey

You dont realise how far I can run

You’ll be be hunting this heart forever

And that’s just what I want

 Compass  — August 5, 2017

 Compass 

Embedded in the thread of me

vested by the roverbial parts of me

sworn to protect the truth of my existence

the language of myself

what speak when

no one is listening

a conscience reckoning

of my being

lost only when I can’t  find a pen

my flow is my compass

without it my words

would never find their meaning

Deep In The Flow — June 8, 2017

Deep In The Flow

Words flow like Nile 

Through the heart of me

Fearing only 

the parts of me 

that are too deep 

to see

It’s where my flow slows 

And the words get 

twisted and tangled up with 

what grows from the darkness 

Even I dont know 

which way the untow will pull 

What flow lurks 

in these uncharted waters 

My pen will not play there 

Lines are known to disappear 

Whole poems lost to the unpredictable currents

I seach the shores for survivors 

Maybe a line or a word

whatever I can decipher 

Its never the same after

being lost in those waters

Its meaning is all distorted

 But I try hardest to write it right 

so it can flow again  
 

Lost In My Notebook  — June 7, 2017

Lost In My Notebook 

Maybe I can one day write something 

 somebody finds thier self in

A poem that holds a moment 

you lost a long time ago

 
Maybe my words could soften someone’s sorrow

 

Write the rhyme that  lead to a better tomorrow 
 If my words could 

Help a lost heart find

 its way  home
Give some guidance

 when the way is faded 

try to write it right again

 

If  my poetry had one purpose

 i hope it’s 

Knowing you’re never alone if you’re  trying 
If you’re fighting for the good in life

Than this lil poet will always be on your side 
Doing my best to find the rhyme

That makes you smile even when

Your hearts in denial 
I’ll search for the words that makes you believe again 

 

All this time spent lost in my notebook would be worth it

  If maybe one day 

I can write something 

Someone finds thier self in

Floetry — May 8, 2017

Floetry

These words are my own

Their origins are my mind heart and soul

Inspired by life

my mind fills with lines,

tries to find

the words that unite mankind

my heart beats

the rhythm  of my love

it decides who I trust

and how much they are aloud to see

My soul holds the lines of my flow

Speaks of my love for these words

If you wanna read further  just know

You are reading pieces of me

You are seeing the things

that make me, me

My mind, heart, and soul

Are the  authors I’m just the one that puts it down on paper

 

 

Flowfall

The roar of the flow,

can be heard for miles,

Deafening when you’re close,

an undeniable force of nature,

The current is torrent,

Words storm from this pen,

torrentially crashing,

waking my existence,

from the abiss I rise against

the ever changing tides of life

Swim through these rapids

like I’m amphibious

indigenous born from the flow

These rhymes are my home

The only thing I’ve ever know

 Ghetto Testimonial

 I’m am a collaboration

Of the ghetto

and my daddys rock &roll

Never lost cuz my

Mom taught me right from wrong

I’m a warrior of life

Trying to win one for the good side

Always sticking up for the lil guy

Holding my head up high

down some pretty dark streets

Don’t be fooled by what you see

I am a beast  a rare breed

It’s  not healthy to judge me

Or try to predict lil too swift

You’ll get caught up in the current

And I’ll tare you to bits

Ninja-ish, my flow is automatic

Sick is my addiction to this pen

symphony on paper

Im a maestro of words

Master of sarrow

scholar of life

still learning how to survive

Chasing the high of a perfect line

Get by one rhyme at a time

 

         World of words

Long ago when I was just girl

I began building my castle

Fortified by the sticks and stones

of my words

All alone I built my fortress

till I could see

My castle was only the center of a never ending world

My rhymes took on a life of their own

the ever changing altitude of love

Carving mountains and oceans
Desserts and unlivable terrain  created by my loneliness and pain

Arctic  winds of never agains, I told you so and what were you thinkings
Beautiful wilderness where love has the chance to grow again

Waterfalls of my words

Run into rivers of my flow

I stand alone in center of this world

High upon my fortress of words

Rhyming my life into

I Rhyme 

Right now it’s all that I know

I don’t know how  or why

It just flows

When I need to figure out the world

Or when the load on my shoulders

Gets too heavy to hold

All I have to do is grab a pen

And like magic the words

The words jag out as if

I weren’t the one controlling it

I need it like the blood pumping in my veins

Ever since the second grade

I’ve lived my life  page for page

And I  know one day

I’ll write that one poem

The one that stuck

at the tip of my tongue

I’ll write till the rhymes are done Till I can’t think of a single line

Till I go deaf and blind

And have to change sides

As long as I don’t lose my mind

My pen will glide

And my lines will rhyme

Rhyme

Right now it’s all that I know

I don’t know how  or why

It just flows

When I need to figure out the world

Or when the load on my shoulders

Gets too heavy to hold

All I have to do is grab a pen

And like magic the words

The words jag out as if

I weren’t the one controlling it

I need it like the blood pumping in my veins

Ever since the second grade

I’ve lived my life  page for page

And I  know one day

I’ll write that one poem

The one that stuck

at the tip of my tongue

I’ll write till the rhymes are done Till I can’t think of a single line

Till I go deaf and blind

And have to change sides

As long as I don’t lose my mind

My pen will glide

And my lines will rhyme