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I HAVE DIED SO LONG AGO

I have died so long ago.
The pieces of my bones were buried in Sheol.
It was so dark where I lay now.
My flesh is rotten and almost gone.
I have lived once in this world,
Where a loving family I was involved.
A dearest mom who loved me so,
Loving siblings I treasured most!
I'm a free-spirited young lady.
I love to entertain the world,
Wind hums as I hit the notes.
The nature  became my hidden world.
I was once  a fruit in a tree.
Until one day, a harvester picked me.
Still unripe, too young and fresh.
He stole my innocence.
Too many years past and my seed grew.
I have started bearring fruits.
But the harvester did not content, 
He pulled me out from where I'd been.
He murdered me on one darkest night.
Then buried me beneath the ground.
I'm so helpless, no voice to shout!
My breath is counting one by one.
Until I surrendered the last air in my lungs.
I have died so long ago.
This girl that you used to know,
Isn't the one who writes a poem.
She had died so long ago.
She walks every night to find her home.


Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014

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Dont hate Im just being me

Don’t Hate
	I’m just being me


From the tips of the strands of my hair
And the smile in my alluring eyes
Don’t hate, I’m just being me

And when I walk with my head held high
With every step and shakes in my curved thighs
Don’t hate, I’m just being me

Or how about when I’m not feeling too good
And I may come off heavy and strong
Don’t hate I’m just being me

Like sometimes when things are crazy and disarrayed
But I scratch and claw to get everything straight
Don’t hate I’m just being me 

Even when I’m voicing my opinion 
And it is important to me because I’m on a mission
Don’t hate I’m just being me

Or when I choose to do what you are too afraid to do
And my motto is you have nothing to loose
Don’t hate I’m just being me

And having the courage to move forward
After vicious storms were brought onward
Don’t hate I’m just being me

Copyright © Misty McCoi | Year Posted 2016

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As dark clouds

Descends over the mountains 
a blanket of suffering thunder
The fork between two tongues sings 
truth always comes to light 
under angel rays expelling echoes 

A thousand ancient whispers 
striking home babbling silently 
gathering tongues cry to the vain
Gale force in the mind blows fuse 

There is so many power hungry nations 
fed by constantly spilling innocent blood 
keeping people down is such a falsehood
God be with all victims of crime committed 

Wounded knee echoes of past genocide exist 
as does the Emerald Isle 
an open book clearly speaks volumes

They who should be held accountable 
by countries of this world 
brought to justice and face the facts 
freedom is a democracy 
to live without chains attached

Sweeping under weeping souls chant 
Spirits haunting winds cry 
over many plains in song 
There is no love of God present 
in them who take another's life

Rustling through branches 
many tales of woe Armenia cries out 
Battle reduces men into animals 
through their blood thirsting hate scars

Filled with rage and bitterness gas used 
inhumane violence stormy seas fuels the desire 
to kill every living being poisonous mushrooms cloud 
with hate consumes 
wiping out countless women and children 
destroying nature without a care for this planet
 
Always innocent parties unto such vile acts are addressed openly
Wipe away the cobwebs from over your eyes world 
Taking life from the living forbidden 
no good disturbing the balance of peace 
Love is far from so many people's heart's these days

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016

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Just for Me

In the past I remember how things were so simple
When I was little my cheeks had such cute dimples
Looking back I remember how sweet I was as a child
When I think again my heart told me I was so wild
Yet, in time my simple choices was revealed as true as anyone
The reason I was the way I am today, I did things, to get done
Finishing lots of my undone ideas was so incredibly hard
So I figure my heart and choices should never hold in no bard
I never thought I would learn heart aches and pain
With such under statement I did things for no gain
I was a child who held true to what he has learned
But as we got older those kinda perspective would get me burned
When I made up my mind that people was not kind
I led myself in a confusion that I was blind
In the past I do recall that seeing is believing
So I was the one who stood their with friends leaving
Alone, I felt I did not belong, I cherish each person who knew me
I got older too see how the world works it stung me like a bee
The feeling of tingling ran through my vain
My view of the world and people who knew me was stained
Now I know they are out for their selves with no kind feelings
Life I know is just a joke because of who I hung out with seeing
Today as I look at the world it is in such shambles and astray
And rather fallow everyone I just walk away

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

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Cotton Field


                               Each summer my parents would take us to
                               my grandfather’s ranch in Southern Texas
                                 to help with different  jobs. It might be
                             branding cattle,  digging fence post holes, or
                                picking cotton! My parents had told us
                                   stories about the cotton fields as I
                                  grew up. I wasn't old enough yet to
                                      partake in this miserable job.

                              One fine morning my brothers and I were
                            awakened before daylight dressed, fed, and
                               taken a mile down to the cotton fields!

                               We were handed heavy cotton ducking
                               sacks, they were over twice as long as I
                                       was. We all started diligently
                                        filling our sacks with cotton.
                            Under the hot summer day sun, which was
                                beating down. The field was elegantly
                 plowed with neat rows, lined with brown dried plants, with
                                beautiful fluffy white soft cotton and
                               seeds in bolls. A protective vessel that
                         does its job with sharp burrs that make picking
                              cotton by hand quite painful, and bloody.

                               I walked up and down the cotton rows
                              dragging my heavy sack. With blistering
                                   sun overheating my body, I had
                              began to ache, getting weaker, the sack
                                 got heavier every minute My hands
                            had swollen up with cuts that were bleeding
                                 from removing the cotton out of the
                                  bolls. After a while I started feeling
                                faint,running a fever, heaving, then I
                            collapsing to the soft plowed black soil. My
                                   family  run over wondering what
                          had gone wrong. I had developed Heat Stroke!

                               Never again was I brought back to the
                             cotton fields to perform that dreaded and
                                                   hated job!

                                  I just can’t imagine anyone  that
                               would want to put up with the misery
                            and suffering of doing that for a life time

©By: Eve Roper 12/8/2014

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2014

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Why Does Hatred Exist



Why does hatred exist I don't believe I have ever hated I have surely disliked but hatred is an extreme It is certainly not something to be proud of It is something to avoid Nothing should ever be a reason to hate Most wars are caused by evil men Wanting not only their fair share But that of their neighbours And their neighbour's neighbours It's never ever enough Where does it end Greed is a major factor Control is another The craving to be king of the mountain To rule, to enslave To conquer at all cost The lives of many are no obstacle An entire nation, a whole race of people It matters not... power corrupts Absolute power corrupts absolutely None of us living today Will see a world where total peace exists But this fact shouldn't deter us To throw up our hands And say “It's impossible” Nothing in this world is impossible If the will to succeed is present I have always had faith That man will always do the right thing I still have that faith! © Jack Ellison 2014

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014

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My brother

Nascent you were to this macrocosm,
Blessed  you were to parents,
Dyspoeic, unsounded from mother’s womb you emerged,
Many conceived you were with Jesus,
Afore brought forth into beingness.
Doctors resuscitate with oxygen mask,
Travail, thirty minutes passed brought you back.
Triumphant over death, won life for yourself.
Whence you cried, Father gloating in joy cried a river.
Thence avouch, sweven God’s work as you grow a man.
engendered after, saw father’s fond on you.
Through many years of togetherness;
Pettifogger we fought and punished.
Though non twins, grew more like identical.
when you cried a child, I cried and still does.
Such is the love of brother, my brother.
Thither you went away to boarding school.
Whereby learned ways, good and bad.
And drew more to wassailer, drunkenness.
dissever we became, perceived I abhorred my brother.
Fondly Imbibe in whisky, disremembering your sole purpose,
So fond nearly you died like once when born half dead.
And whence in hospital bed you battled for life,
I cried a river, my brother.
I do not hate as I hate cockatrice,
I care more than I care the girl of my life.
And whence you live wastefully rummy, I rue.
Come at able, find oneself and the purpose, my brother.
The life you once battled and won when first born,
Be not languish in vain.
Be cumbered and hugger-mugger no more.
Ere in final resting place you lay,
I invoke to envision you gratified after years.
Heedless of how you impeach, I despise;
I merely have one brother.
My brother! My brother.

Copyright © sukkum chang | Year Posted 2012

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The Lost Girl

There was once a girl
who loved and embraced life
she smiled even in sorrow
but her smiles were always borrowed
But nobody seemed to notice
that there was anything wrong at all
In this tiny town she used to call home
is all foreign now

She used to have no enemies
but now she has many
its not the ones who harass her
or threaten her, though
it's the lonely girl sitting within her

There's a lonely girl inside of her
fooling people so they may see
just how brave she may be
speaking of only happiness
despite all the hurt within

But all alone is where the danger lay
as she's sprawled on her bedroom floor
with pills in one hand and a blade in the other
there are some battles that can't be fought

So she cried, cried for another day
a day to feel loved once more
she cried, cried for another hour
one more hour to say she was sorry
but it was too late.

Copyright © Jessica Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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The Morning Star

The Morning Star
By Nate Spears
                                
There’s clarity in the depths on my deepest thought
I’m never blind to a world of darkness
I’m challenged by whatever in time
Defeated by my ambition in others

Close to my last day
But far from my last night
And I’m light years away
From my very last fight
 
The actions of the man
Creates the path of his life
The absence of the man
Restrains his rights
The mentality of a man
Saves the day he's granted 
The intent of the man
Leads him the way the earth has planned it


 So feel my rose as it fades 
Feel my pedals bring a new days
As I sprout beyond the stars
To a galaxy that stands out
The route brings the creation to light
After the day 
After the night
After the darkness
After my arrival 
The morning is tainted
The day is seen in a human’s eye 
Sight has been sinful before and after
You and I
This is the heart filled reason
For the birth Christ.

Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013

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Magic Or Tragic



How would we define the difference between magic and tragic Your first kiss under a big bright yellow moon is definitely “magic” Or maybe in later years when you pull out a ring And ask her to marry you and she says, “Yes oh yes, my darling Fred” When your actual name is Anthony!!! WOW! That's not what I would call “magic”... that's more like “tragic!” It's “magic” when your first wee one comes along But has a strong resemblance to your friend Howard You question your dear wifey poo about it And she confesses to an affair with not only Howard but with six others That's tragic... oh yeah Then you tell her you forgive her, it's all in the past That's magic! Life is filled with “magic” and “tragic” events When “magic” wins you'll have a warm loving relationship! © Jack Ellison 2014

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014

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I HATE HER VOICE

What is she singing off, war or peace?
What is she humming of, that made the 
Grasses howled and the trees bent so low touching the ground?
Why would she disturb the peace of the forest
In such early morning with her bitter songs and voice
Breaking the winds and rendering the forest homeless?
The birds stopped working  and the insects went into hiding.
I saw the frog running away from its abode in such a hurry
Nothing chased it but her song and the terrible creaking voice.
I watched the sky swirled in despair 
Then the air wept and ceased.
I heard the voice in my nightmare 
It woke me up from my lonely and humble Bed,
damaging my thoughts and spirit.
So i came out to see who sings,
Behold it was a maiden down the valley singing to her self
A song of sorrow and agony while she sown her 
Is she maltreated? had someone she loved died in the war?
Had they taken her fiance away to join the soldiers?
I thought as i stood watching her in anger.
I hate that voice of agony that prevent me from sleeping.
I hate that voice of sorrow that swirled the sky and stooped the activities of humans and animals.
But i wont blame her 
Something must have been bothering her which i do not know
Yet she work diligently and perfectly in the garden.
I must confess that her diligence to work attract and seized my emotions.

Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2014

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My Devil

      My Devil
My Devil’s stronger,
He feeds on my tears and
Lives in my fears.
My Devil’s hideous,
 He pulls me into darkness and
Keeps himself harmless.
My Devil’s fierce,
The result of procrastination
Who surrounds with frustrations.
My Devil’s dirty,
He kills and bathes with blood
For all he brings is dark evil flood.
But my devil doesn’t know
What it is like after he’s gone
For I have a shoulder to lean on.
But my devil doesn’t feel
That who it is, 
The one to steal his day-dreamed ease.
But my devil doesn’t fear,
Because he doesn’t believe
That there’s something that’ll get me heaved.
But my devil will never regret,
For what he has done
Until the day he’ll be gone.
And the day will someday come,
When my lord will punish the ungrateful
And the day will someday come,
When my devil will be badly broken.
And the day will someday come
When my lord will get him spoken.
And the day will someday come,
When my devil will be banished and vanished from my world.
And the day when that will happen,
My life will be no less than gold.
And it’ll no longer will be devil who’ll keep me behold… 

Copyright © Sweksha Karna | Year Posted 2015

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One night sleepover

ONE NIGHT SLEEPOVER
The embers of the fireplace glowed,
We were all alone in the forest 
spending a family vacation
 surrounded by big, shadowy trees 
and a river that never flowed.
At first, I acted as though 
I wasn’t scared at all,
For I know my parents 
will drive back after all.
We sat and played board game 
in front of the fireplace,
Which for days I’ve never touched nor carry, 
rather than to think of raise.
The wind outside had grown 
stronger and was whistling
around the house,
Blowing through the little cracks
 in the walls of our tent 
and climbing us to the bone.
I started to shiver, 
although I don’t think it was 
from the cold alone.
Suddenly, the idea of where we were , 
just all alone,
started to prey on my mind,
 causing fear.
I looked out of the window,
now,
I could see the limbs of trees flapping in the wind 
like ghostly arms.
I remembered how far down the road 
into the forest was,
We had traveled without even 
seeing another house.
‘I think am scared,’ I told myself,
Curiosity and fear started churning 
my imagination into terrible thoughts.
I remembered when I was younger, 
I used to be really afraid,
Especially after kids from school 
told me scary stories about what lurks out
 in the forest in the dark.
‘Let’s go to sleep,’ 
I told my little sister with a shaking voice.
I turned off the lights, and settled into the thick
 goose-down comforters of the loft floor.
Looking through the 
small window beside us,
I could see the tall trees of the forest,
The full moon hanged in the sky like a silvery disk.
I slept in silence for a while,
When suddenly,
 I heard something that made me rise 
my head with wide open eyes.
It was the sound of footsteps, 
a heavy footstep outside 
the timbers of our tent.
Panic clogged my mind,
I was too scared to say something.
I sat and waited 
for the sound to come again,
But I heard nothing,
Nothing but the moaning 
of the wind through the trees.
The sound of the footsteps came again,
But this time it was another
 side of the house.
I started to feel even sicker,
Every muscle in my body jumped 
when I heard the front door opened.
My blood ran cold, 
and I was suddenly afraid to move.
The footsteps were moving across 
the passage toward were 
my little sister and I were lying.
The room was filled with horrible silence,
Just the sound of the footsteps
 getting closer and closer,
I couldn’t say a word, neither my little sister,
I just scrunched down further under the comforter.
In my mind, I saw the scary man 
of an extraordinary size, 
coming toward us through the dark.
I began to shake so hard, 
when I heard the footsteps on the floor
 entering the room where we were.
I huddled my sister and I against the wall,
And I could hear the breathing of the beast, 
coming closer and closer to my skin,
I could feel its nearness.
The heat from his nostril 
made my skin feel feverish.
But suddenly, there was a light
 through the window of our tent,
It shone like a spot light,
And I could feel the heavy 
breathing quickly reversing.
The lights were from my father’s bus,
He had just saved us just in time.
I’m almost back to normal,
No more of the taunting of an animal.
Except at night,
During the full moon,
When I hear the sounds in the house,
I tried not to think about of what it would do when it caught me.
Then finally I found out when I woke up,
It was just a dream…

Copyright © Anayo Oleru | Year Posted 2016

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Blood Is Not Thicker Than Water

In the summer of 1949, I lay in the grass in "Grannys"  back yard picking clovers with 8 year 
old Ada Bee, my black and only friend.  Ada Bee had six fingers on her left hand and picking 
Clovers meant that I could stare at her hand without  embarrassing either one of us.

My "Granny" was actually a neighbor who had taken us in when my father left. She was kind 
and took brother and me fishing; cooked cornbread on the fireplace; made snow ice 
cream;taught us to can and love the Lord. 

On my special clover picking day, my blood grandmother, "Mammaw" came for a visit, which 
usually lasted a month because she had no actual residence and pawned herself off at one 
of her eleven children's homes during the year.  

It was now my mother's turn to house Mammaw, though mother had no actual residence, 
either. Hopefully Granny would like Mammaw since they both loved to fish and Mammaw 
would have a place to live for another month out of the year.   
 
Ada Bee and I were giggling just as Mammaw walked up, ecstatic that we had found a four 
leaf clover. I smiled anxious to tell her of our luck, but instead she grabbed my hair and 
began pulling it with vengeance and slapping me hard. 

I was in shock as I ran all over Grannys' 13 acres, cutting my legs on the barbed wire fence 
and blackberry thorns, falling down, as she continued to chase me with a big Hickory stick. 

When I finally made it back to Grannys house,  Ada Bee was gone. 

"Granny, Granny, I screamed, please help me!"   
"No Josie! Granny said, Ada Bee is a nice little girl and there isn't  anyone else to play with 
around here!" Granny kept turning in circles covering me with her big apron so that Mammaw 
couldn't hit me with that stick. She could have easily said, "Josie, please leave my home", 
but she didn't.
 
It was at age eight, that I learned people are prejudiced and have hate in their hearts and 
this hate is further harvested by what they teach their children.  It was then that I learned 
never to judge a person by the color of their skin.  There have been times when I have 
wished that everyone could feel the intrusion on innocence that I felt as it may have made 
them a better human being.

I also learned that God does not love one of his creations more than he loves another of his 
creations.  Nor does he love one land more than another land that he created.  

Someday, I hope He will tell me what happened to my friend Ada Bee for I never saw or 
heard from her again.
 
 




Copyright © Judy Konos | Year Posted 2011

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I hate Niggas

I hate Ni**as
When I’m looking and staring at this burden world  in my vision and I see the world collapsing especially in the poverty streets all I see is ignorance and stupidity. I see a disgrace , I see ni**as ni**as that can’t live up to their higher expectations. Whatever happen to the blacks and browns ? Whatever happen to our role models   ? Ni**as these days need to step up and be a man being a gangbanger a pimp and a drug dealer isn’t no excuse that is just being ignorant and just can’t handle your business as a man . The differences between a ni**a a  black man and a brown man is a black man and a brown man is well educated and is always providing for his family and stick with his job and career to pay for his living. Ni**as are just plain lazy some even claim they bout it when they had everything good and blissful in their childhood. Ni**as always think in their thick minding skulls that life is so easy and hopeless that they don’t have to put in work well in the troublesome streets. Whatever happen to our sisters respecting themselves ? Why all a sudden they have to be such hoodrats and allow these ni**as to disrespect ya’ll like some damn dogs have some sense ya’ll beautiful and strong please don’t be bitches and sluts. What happen to our blacks and browns ? Whatever happen to our ni**as speaking and spitting that deep lyrical meaning in the music ? WE created and built this rap and hip hop and now we destroying it and poisoning it.
We have a choice to not be a ni**a in this society.
We have a choice to be a somebody in this society .
Put down the guns.
Stop disrespecting and fighting the cops by calling them pigs.
To get respect you must quit being ni**as and hoodrats.
How can someone respect you when you act like ya’ll not well educated ?
I feel so disgrace to be brown because the world of my kind ashames me. Ni**as are so hypocritical when a white person uses the word ni**a and they have the audacity to get mad and beat they asses when ya’ll ni**as uses the word a lot until we stop abusing it then any race have the right to use it. It’s never too late to have a dream of something. Do it for your kids Do it for your family and most of all do it for yourself. Ya’ll are not ni**as deep down ya’ll just want to act like it. The word doesn’t owe you jack. The world wants yall to put in work and stop being sorry for yourself because being sorry for yourselves won’t allow you to grow just be mad at reality forever. I will not go down with ni**as that ain’t good. I will not join ni**as in some hoods. Until they do the right thing and become blacks and browns then I be all right but until then I hate ignorant ni**as . Be a man of your word and your society.
I hate ni**as that can’t provide.
I hate ni**as that can’t choose a better life.
I hate ni**as that disrespect our Sisters.
I hate ni**as that can’t accept their morals.
I hate ni**as that kill.
I hate ni**as that can’t pay a bill.
I hate ni**as that gang bang.
I hate ni**as that be pimping women .
Live up to the high expectations don’t let the streets make you and own you allow yourself to better yourself and avoid these no good streets.

Copyright © Cmack Estevez | Year Posted 2016

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Decisions

My Dark Past/My Dark Secret/ can’t gain any movement stuck in the same positions where I been standing for the past five year I can’t succeed higher elevations. I have been lost for a person  who I was passionate about. But completely ended when I committed A Love Crime  Now I am away can’t sleep no flex fuel to keep me awake / now drive past my   pain smile at my tears laugh at my troubles/I  am still standing  I can  feel my feet and I can still hear the wind blow/I don’t have compass to direct  me to right corridor/ I have been  knock off this course for too long/ Even  A GPS system can’t redirect me/ Now expressions on your face confuse me  while I take a shot of  Hennessy/  My life has been whole bunch of gambles and not enough great decisions

Copyright © christopher michaels | Year Posted 2013

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PROTEST

United we stand, divided we fall
people are taking a stand
A lot of good things have been twisted and turned
they don't want to walk hand in hand

Separate all of the good from the bad
you'll find that the bad is the good
Followers brain washed, blind leading blind
you know in your heart what you should

Speakin is silent don't want to offend
you realize evil will win
No one can gain if they ride the hate train
and that's where there headed again

There's a very big difference, that people don't see
between looting and linking of arms
All in the name of someone to blame
when "shopping" you set off alarms

It can't ever end if the hate is the bait
not everyone has an excuse
And if your desire is just setting a fire
for you then the good have no use

Come join with the civilized nation
and choose who you want to defend
You'll find that the good, out number the bad
and they'll walk hand in hand in the end.....

Copyright © Pete Yuhas | Year Posted 2016

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Behind My Laughters

Morning sun rise up
Coffee in a cup
New leaves from the branches of trees
Cold air passing by me, I embrace
 
Clear like a blue sky
My face seems as I passed them by
Laughter, sweet smile are sort of happiness
But right inside, I’m dying and wanting to rest
 
You came along, you brought me there
The place where nobody care
You got me drop back on that unknown place
You’re gone and go along with someone else
 
Where is the promise?
Where is the plan?
You let me go, all was gone
Like a bullet in a gun
 
I missed the moments we've shared
Sitting in the grass, pointing the bird
But I was drawn with all your lies
Got me broken in a surprise
 
It’s not easy to let you go
‘Cause my heart will always love you
But need to accept we’re not meant to be
‘Cause SHE owned your heart TODAY!
 
You’re now newly wed
And already have a kid
You left me broken
You left me in pain
 
Pretending to be happy
But it wasn't anyway
Feelings changed
Thanks to my Friend
 
But when I’m alone
Reminiscing is going on
Smiling outside, crying inside
‘Cause behind my laughter, sorrows hide.

Copyright © Joan Iligan | Year Posted 2015

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I can't really tell you what is, only what it feels like

So depressed,
maybe even a little stressed,
heart beats completely out of my chest, 
but why?
I can't the image out of my head,
I rest head in my bed, restless, all night Oh i'm so breathless,
I cry..
This inflicted, conflicted pain, may come from within me,
but it started with you.
Something so bittersweet, often lies through your teeth,
that's what you fed me.
Stay true, is what I said to you, even this action was cruel.
In this private world, I'm all alone
I don't like how it hurts.
Completely isolated myself from the world,
it's been days since I answered my phone.
Am I hurt, or did I receive what I was worth?
Dwelling on the past is my stress,
I cant move on, I'm definitely depressed.
Insecurities building on me, with your manipulation and painful memories.
I seize to believe this is my life's destiny,
I need a revision,
What exactly is this thing we call living?
I forgot good times, I let in the bad.
Being me, living life, freely, positive intensity,
it made made you mad.
Innocent girl learned how to live a lie,
life passed by,learned how to fake a smile and cry inside.
I need a lift, a need to rejuvenate,
I need to release this hate, at this rate, I hope I'm not too late.
Overly emotional, this  experience..hurt my physical, mental, well- being
Who could cause so much pain, was it just me?
How could your aggression, and obsession allow me to numb the delight from life.
I neglect the light,the love, the girl, who once knew how to live.
She was wonderful, highly intellectual, and oh so beautiful,
Now she's evidence of physical,emotional damaged work from the palm of your hands.
Completely broken,maybe even for good.


Copyright © natasha ann | Year Posted 2013

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Same Time, Same Place...

Same time
Same place
Different color
Of the face

Same K-12 system
Same university
Different college
Who gained 
More knowledge?
Who excelled?
Who got more hell?

Same job
Same school
Same students
Same certification
Different degrees

Who stayed 
On their knees?
Both of us
Yes, indeed.
Who achieved
Honestly?
Well let’s see!

Same time
Same place
Different color
Of the face
I made it 
By God’s grace
You are 
A Satanic disgrace.

You are the
Face of hateful
Hypocrisy
I settle for
None of your
Fallacious foolishness
And malicious mediocrity.

Same hometown
I keep it real
You a damn clown
God’s giving you 
A furious frown

A lazy witch
Probably born rich
Living in the sticks
Killing nature’s beauty
Just to get away
From people like me
An earth killer
Fake teacher
And destiny stealer
A true thriller
Makin fake scrilla

I worked hard
While you pressed bricks
Storing awful ATP
To make sure
You got the best of me
And people from my 
Community.

My adenosine triphosphate (ATP)
From glycolysis in my body
After Krebs cycle
Gives off love
While yours come
From hate
We’ve had the same bodily
Processes similar chemical makeup
I just have more melanin
You act the way you act 
Because of your grandfather’s mistakes

 I hate to see your fate 
If you don’t change
You are devilish
And deranged
I know your game
Your name
We’re from the same turf
You and I 
Are carbon based products
One tries hard daily to be just
So that when the minister
Says ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
That I get the reward
I deserve
You got my reward
I still work hard
My ATP
Detests the enemy

It ain’t fair 
That we walked in the same place
Respect you received
And hate slapped me in the face
Walking around with on your face
Did a dissertation on me
If I looked like you 
With my knowledge 
At 23 I would have had
Ten PhD’s.

Girl please you got the nasty woman disease
Get on your knees for the right reas’
Pray to us Jes’
Save me from being a real bigot
And sometimes on the sly
Help me to love you
And all your creatures
And accept diversity

You need help with that dirty blond hair
Pony tails sticking in the air
Depicting your true savior 
Not mine that will catch the one’s
That are still alive and in Him 
Up in the midair.

Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2010

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Stuff Made of Angels and Demon

Stuff Made of Angels and Demon
I am just a spirit that roams freely
I grab so much waste it is filthy in mouths alone
The soul burning and dripping with stench
Oozing with rapid decay things do not last in my world
Sharp talons of unbearable piercing grip
The rust that falls from what we throw away
Gushing in our streams of hate and desire
Does not belong in the world of the living
Shunned by goals of wealth and thieves
Comes the point of no return covered in soil
Then comes the light with warmth comes growth
Handling stuff gently through history a glory of faith
Down come white feathers that smite greed
People run to grab not needs they grab wants
The light burns all that grabs wants that is Stuff
In and out of haste flying in between people
Comes more than what they can see
Protecting them from the demons that are objects
Stuff that draws them in angels tugs and pulls them away

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2015

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The Science of Hate

Hate is a geography 
A floating continent really.
It spends most of its time
In the Far East (the Orient)
And moves west with the sun
To nourish its flowers and vines.
Its beasts will forever feed on your indignities
Catholic and otherwise. 
Like every continent 
Its got its rat eat rat cities.
These cities
The legal apparatuses
are always unhinged
And points towards
The punishment of the sleepless.
Punishment
That is 
After all
the Catholic way 
The endless sport
With no true winners
In the mind of the guilty.
Only you have declared
The residents of this town
As sexless
Unwashed 
And uncultured.
A city of peasants
Who spend their time in church
Or behind a typewriter, 
Computer and spewing
All vile and forgotten things 
From the outdated theater of 
Black and white ideas. 
All with the grace of apes.
A city of apes
Whose lone desire
Is to break the backs of their youth
And be forgiven in a Sunday confessional.

Their backs were to be broken forward so
they can always bend at the foot of the cross
Of the holy
And rotting corpse. 
As one great writer put it
“Does Christ ever get tired of bleeding?”
Though you have declared the rock n’ roll soul can heal anything
A dubious claim if you ask me,
As long as you can escape this city
And find a natural home
In another town where depravity
And sex flourishes.  
But sooner or later 
This continent will sink below the waterline 
Until the next great 
Betrayal.


Copyright © Matthew Abuelo | Year Posted 2016

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Sins and Virtues Chapter Two

Turning her back to the wedding guests Lust throws a bouquet of Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps 
over 
her head.  Stepping in front of Sloth, Envy snatches the the bouquet out of the air.  "Nice catch Envy" 
said Sloth with slow slurred speech.  "Thank you Sloth and I do believe green is more my color".  
Turning around to see who caught the bouquet Lust wasn't a bit surprise to see Envy holding the 
Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps.  "Well Envy I guess you're next to be wedded off" stated Lust.  Pride 
motions for Hatred to release the owls.  Unlocking the huge cage Hatred releases the owls.  Slow to 
take flight the great owls flap their wings and ascends into the darkness.  "Let's get this party 
started.  Turn on the music" yelled Greed.  As the sins partied the night away the sun came rising in 
the country Tranquility.  "Are you ready to spend all eternity together?"  Loyalty asked Love as they 
stood on their balcony.  "My dear, dear, husband soon to be you already know the answer to the 
question you ask".  As Loyalty and Love stand locked in a warming embrace being kissed by the 
rays of the sun the two share a kiss of their own.  Beep, beep, beep "Well this is a perfect time for my 
communicator to beep" breaking her embrace with Loyalty, Love answers her communicator.  
"Hello Faith how are you?"  "I'm fine Love and how are you?"  "I'm ready to start this new era in my 
life".  "I'm looking over your wedding file.  Are there any last minute changes you want to make?"  
"No Faith everything's perfect".  "I'm outside of your house waiting on you Love.  Let's get going".  
"I'll be right down.  I have to go Loyalty".  Grabbing Love by the waist and pulling her close Loyalty 
whispers in her ear "Are you sure this is what you want?"  "I've wanted you when I first saw you.  
Now if you'll excuse me Faith is waiting for me". 
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown Philosopher

Copyright © keith baucum | Year Posted 2014

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When I Was A Child

It started when I was a child
I was a kid with a gift
That no one understood or recognized
Instead of loved I was picked on and ostracized

However I blocked it all out
But little by Little its all coming back
Like layers of an onion
That held me tightly wrapped

Bits and pieces of my memory
That were hidden away in code
Deep within my mind a door was closed
I?ve reached in to remember because my life is now in jeopardy

All the emotional and sexual abuse that I closed off to survive
Has been staring at me sabotaging my life
This life is not what I have dreamed and I am dying inside
And if I don?t face the truth of what was done to me 

Then I will surely become the monster that I despise
And as the tears bellow up
I again take another breath
Like soot in a fireplace and a hair ball in a cat

I cough up the toxic memories
As images flash through my mind
With my face in the toilet I begin to cry
My body begins to stiffen as nausea rises to the top

I then begin to wail from deep in my chest
It?s a hideous cry that sends chills down my spine
As I grit my teeth and hang on for dear life
A thought runs through my mind why.. why.. why.. why.

I?m tired of the black outs
I?m tired of the fear
I?m tired of the loneliness that have held me prisoner here
I?m tired of the pain and suffering that has come in my parents name

I?m tired of all the trauma and I?m tired of all the drama
I?m tired of the neglect that?s been perpetrated on my soul
Keep your hands off of me, keep your beliefs away from me
From all the mental abuse and all the negative remarks
And you still don?t see how you?ve damaged my sensitive heart
 
I?m tired of hearing all the denial
I?m tired of hearing how there is nothing wrong with you
I?m tired of you blaming everyone else but you
I?m tired of hearing how you hate this and you hate that

I?ve tried for years to heal this wound
But it seems to have spread to my nephew too
I don?t know what else to do
I even ruined my only serious relationship to get revenge

In my mind I justified their crime 
From all the bad advice and all the dysfunctional decisions
And I thought I was reversing everything 
When I vowed never to get married and have kids
But that sabotaging act has done me more damage 


Copyright © Ron Flatow | Year Posted 2010

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How Do I Stay Soulful

How do I stay soulful, without seeming like a raging goddess?
I would always be the raging sea,
Don’t sail your boats or ships upon my waters!
 Expected to be slaughters, by my sharks
 The rough waves: and the haunted ghost slaves.
 You toss abroad, unlike the garage you scattered on my shore,
I kept your secrets; at the bottom of ocean floor

I sting your eyes, and bitter your taste:
 Rock your ships from side to side
Yet, you smuggle my fish out to land: 
    what a disgrace!
A man would always be a man

 Why did you leave the dry land and sail the ocean blue
You pirate! You luxury ocean liners: you liars
Can you hold on to my waters? 
The laughter takes hold of you.
I filled myself with rage, because of the things you do

No safety nets……

, 

Copyright © Annie Lander | Year Posted 2013

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A Stones Throw- By Elma Mitchell: prostitute's response

You think this is the way I wanted to live,
I’ve been through a lot and yes I have
Sinned,
But tell me are you perfect?
Tell me you have never sinned before?
All my life I’ve wish to go through a different door,
But yet I am stuck here searching for happiness
And all you do is judge me,
I know I’ll never be good enough I know I’ll never be the best,
And yet behind all of your anger and rage
You too have felt pain,
Saving stones you’ll throw some other day?
But if you haven’t sinned then be the one to cast the first stone,
Maybe I like the idea of soothing your sadistic crave,
Nothing I’ve never felt before?
You compare it with the rough touch of a man's touch on my body?
Nothing I’ve never felt before?
You think this is just my little game?
And you think I play it well?
You don’t know how much I cry.
When you yell at me “I pray you burn in hell”.
Sometimes I wish I could just disappear and make it all end.

Then I met a man,
Instead of judging me he said “go and sin no more
Let he who has not sinned cast the first stone”.
Who was he?
He was no ordinary man he despised those who had judged,
Instead he understood me with a heart filled with love. 

Copyright © Sedain Sangster | Year Posted 2016

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Anger and Hatred

Anger the bastard child of Hatred despised and rejected stands before
his father and ask "What do me and my mother mean to you?"  With 
glowing red eyes Hatred answers "I care nothing for you or your mother
Lust.  Lust your mother is nothing more than a slut who I had sex with."
Looking Hatred in his firey red eyes Anger says "For someone who lurk
in the shadows you hurl a lot of insults."  Stepping closer to Anger, Hatred
responds with another insult "Your mother Lust is a slut plain and simple.
How can you not know and who are you to question me?"  With a bold voice
Anger says "My mother is not a slut and I am your son."  With an evil smile Hatred
says "Her name tells you what she is.  Don't blame me for the life you was dealt.
If you're looking for Love you'll find her with the rest of the virtues in Tranquility.
Why can't you be more like your sister Cruelty?  Truly you are a waste of semen."
Turning his back to Hatred, Anger respond by saying "These are my last words to
you.  You're a pillar of salt.  No one wants to be around you."  As Anger walked into
the night he heard Hatred say "Like father like son."
Written by Keith Edward Baucum

Copyright © keith baucum | Year Posted 2015

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The Locklears Chapter One

"Wakey, wakey, sleepy head" the 
woman's voice was cheerful and playful
as she threw a glass of cold water in the 
unconscious man's face.  "Wha, wha, what 
Happened? Did I fall asleep?"  As the man 
opened his eyes he tried to move but 
couldn't. 
Looking around he realized he was in an 
upright position eagle spread.  Each wrist 
and ankle
was shackled, locked, and chained.  "I'm 
not into locks and chains.  I'm the one 
paying for sex
you have to do what I want."  The man's words 
were slurred as he looked at the woman.  "Poor, poor, 
little man I'm not a prostitute.  I just pose 
as one on the 
internet and in the streets.  That's how I 
get pigs like you" said the woman with 
an evil grin.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The 
Green Poet aka The Brown Philosopher aka Red Seven

Copyright © keith baucum | Year Posted 2014

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Shogun Series Collab Richard Pickett : Bill side 8

 (cont from Richard Pickett's side )
      You alright? Hang on I got a bus coming . I got your piece. Bill pulled Brick
 up to a half sitting position as he was talking to him.  He scanned the area 
to see any possible witnesses. He heard Brick making-” uhh -uhh “noises and 
that’s all he seemed to be able to do. “Say I got an idea Brick .. just a suggestion
 cause I know how you hate getting bossed around and all…. How about 
breathing?… I’ll bet it would take some of that blue outa your face, pardner.
 It just don’t become you, ya know?
 “Uhh, hunh, uh hunhh hunhh.”  Brick still couldn’t talk but his breath was coming back around.   
    “Atta way Brick, good thing I came along and reminded you to do that.... But what are pardners for? You’d  have probably done the same for me although I ain’t sure about you New Yorkers.    ...You okay now, buddy?”
     “Huunh, huunh…yeah..huunh, no thanks …to you…huunh. You shoulda ..uh
 huunh …seen it…I almost.. killed the guy…yeah ..unnh.. Smashed …his foot…uhu… 
with my chest…hunnhh. “Bill helped Brick up to a half standing position while Brick continued with labored breath. “Where the hell were you.. Uh.. anyway, while I was .. huunh ..kicking this guy’s butt? "  Bill picked up Brick’s hat, dusted it off and set it on Brick's head who was still bent over holding his ribs. 
     “Where was I? I was over yonder having me a sandwich ..and you 
know how I hate to be disturbed while I’m eating.” They could hear the bus siren 
now getting closer. “How you doing now, ole buddy?
  “Better I guess…uhh ..least I can breathe.. Sorta.“ 
“Brick they’re probably gonna want to check you out when that bus gets here.”
"Why did you ..hunhh .. call the bus, Cowboy? You know ..uhh.. I hate getting groped by those guys. ..uhuhh."  Let’s go before uh ..they get here! “
     Exactly then the bus came into view, parked and a medic immediately rushed out 
excitedly hollering ” where’s the downed officer!?”  
     Brick looked up to see she was blond , flush cheeked and awful easy on the eyes. …”I’m right here, Miss! ..uhh .. It’s me!”
     Bill grinned and was glad to see he would be in good hands. “Yeah, you’ll have to 
help him. He can’t walk too good. But you should see the other guy . I'm sure he’s 
limping all over the place around here somewhere. Heh heh. I’ll take care of your car Brick.  Catch you later.” 
     Brick was busy. Bill made his way back through the little crowd that 
had gathered there and walked back towards Brick’s car while still carefully scanning 
the tenement buildings. (to be cont)

Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2010

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Skyscrapers On Fire

Skyscrapers on Fire

Rising high like an eagle                                                                              above the surrounding real estate,
These giants of commercialism were                                                         engineered and designed to last.
Viewed from another state and across                                                            the Hudson, they were towers of pride.
Years earlier, an attempt by terrorists                                                            had been launched to destroy them.
Though damages ensued and questions raised,                                      skyscrapers, both one and two, refused to fall.

The rage and hatred for everything                                                                  the towers stood for, also refused to fall.
What was so wrong with free thought,                                                             free trade, free press, and free religion too?

The Berlin wall had fallen,                                                                                and disarmament also appeared                                                                        to be right around the corner.
America’s economy had risen from the ashes;                                                  debts and deficits were also falling.

But suddenly, we saw in the sky, not birds or superman,                                 but non military passenger planes crashing the towers.
Breathtaking! overwhelming!and unbelievable!
Such were fitting words to describe the tragedy.
First the sound, then the fires and smoke.
And then? Could the towers really be falling?                                               Twin Flames! Twin Towers! Prayers rang out! “O my God!”
03052016 (PS Contest, Twin Flames, by Nayda Ivette Negron)

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016