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Details | Free verse | |

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                             America the Free  ~             America the Brave ~
                           Freedom with price              Capitalism attacked
                            the many taken                   hearts broken still
                              one World                           try to rebuild
                            sadness and tears               fall hard with fears  
                            guilt by association             many accused still
                             souls evaporated                shattered dreams 
                            tears fall on innocence          left with anger 
                             The proud fearless             knew the inevitable
                              policeman fireman             many lives lost
                            grieving does not stop           12 years later    
                               New York city once          proud  & shameless 
                             refusing to let fears in          protecting ours 
                                left in shock still              question's unanswered                    
                               nothing learned                     nothing gained  
                                ready to attack                   many left behind
                              anger greets denial              anger meets rage 
                               unacceptable still                 refusing new love 
                            wanting days to rewind           let us go back in time 
                              acceptance  allowing           the victims leave in peace
                              the brave taken young           leaving us sadly old
                               haunting dreams                     lost spirits dwell
                               no answers to hate            never forgetting that day
                               Evil entered suddenly              unforgiving fate
                                entering our City                we stand with the fallen
                                 How to fix                            how do we Change 




           
            This can be read many different ways ~ This is a poem I am so proud to write ~









          

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative | |

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

Details | Free verse | |

Bloodied Handprints

One day, you'll be dead to me

My life is a hazard to everyone
And myself

My desperate detestation for you
The way you are
What you do
How you breath

My hatred for you is an endless pit 
Of Hell and dark memories

The heart inside my weeping chest
is sewn in grotesque shades of purple
and its all your fault

You're a beautiful creature
of misery and despair
the painful tears you shed
slowly pull up the corners of my lying mouth
to my sweet, innocent ears

I want your head on a stake
bloodied scissors in your chest
your blood in a jar

You disgust me
the twinkle in your eyes is a knife to my neck
soon to be turned on you
cutting out every bleeding piece 
of your perfect soul

One day you'll be nothing more 
then a crying, screaming memory
a haunting melody that plagues my sorry heart

My love for you is a complete lie.

Copyright © Jessie Rae | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

RIP Virginity

Dear Sir, my innocence is gone now, no more fear 
Do you love to **** me again, I am always here. 
I wonder when you taught me how to use a pen, 
I was so into you but my ****** was in pain! 
I was crying; I was too immature to understand
I was turning only 13, I couldn't feel what happened. 
but I promise I never forget what you taught me at the end. 
I begged you to stop and looked into your eyes, 
there was a reflection of a cruel world, that’s  what I deserved!
Don't be afraid, mommy never knows what you did, 
Nobody knows that you made me bleed. 
Dear sir, my innocence is gone with all my tears,
as I had no safe place to hide myself from fears.
Nobody saw anything as your world was so blind! 
having hidden hatred inside, a virgin died. 
Dear sir, time cannot erase your memories, 
time doesn't heal all wounds, that you marked, 
yes, you took my innocence that will be always on my mind.
My innocent world was shattered by your touch
Hope no one ever has to experience such
For all the pain, all the cruelty, thank you very much!

Copyright © Farhana Akter | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Melt away Racism

Melt away Racism – Zamreen Zarook
 

Various ways the populace onset,
Launching always begin with an inset,
Day by day every mind starts to feel upset,
But it is sky rocketing on every sunset.

What is the gaining out of this discrimination?
What is the meaning of this aggravation? 
They find this as an anticipation,
But it is considered as the state of aberration

Tongue is given under an oath,
He gave hands and legs not to see you as sloth,
Let your positive mind handle them both,
Definitely it will wrap you with a golden cloth.

Show respect and be perfect,
Happiness and Elysium will be your deflect,
It’s the exact time to give the inject,
Then, there won’t be a single of deflect.
 
 

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode | |

Love is a Sacrifice

You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I’m willing to take You have my word; I’ll give you my breath It’s like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I’ll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you’ll arise Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.

Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

We All Bleed Red

Thoughts swirling in my head
Remembering we all bleed red
Life is a tapestry
True happiness a dream
Such a confusing world
Paradise yet to be seen
A country with a dark past 
Some hauntings still last
Unwilling to change, planted in lead
Feel it with your heart and head
No crystal ball
No room to fall
Deeper into our subconscious
Life is far too precious
A bitter pill
Such a large hill
Let freedom ring
Let children sing
Saying hell no
Not in our name
This is a political game
Most looking for fame
Dig a grave
Hell, it's a road you paved 
Here to make waves
 Those who are adverse
Stuck with the curse
Burden on the young
Who is truly free
It will never be you or me
We mourn over the dead
A nation so divided
We are tainted
From birth we are painted
Who are the real heros
We all have blood on our hands
Invisible to most
Only the true can see
Even on our homeland
We have a roll to play
History is witten in stone
Learn from it instead of beating it to the bone
Our futute is only written in clay
Still malleable
All life is valuable
Old school. . New school
It is what's in our hearts
Time to stop tearing one another apart
Just take a stand
Even if you walk alone
Hold your head up high
What is life if you are to afraid to fly?
We all bleed red
Time for a transformation
Get ready to shed 
Change doesn't come easy
Fear those with nothing to lose
We all deserve to live as we choose
Get ready because we all have a voice
Step up and make a choice
We condemn those we don't know
Some of us even for show
Confusion runs through me
Unsure of how things should be
My constant idealistic views
Desperately grasping not to become jaded
Dreaming of a utopia
Generations before us
Marching through the gas
Fighting for peace and love
Is the joke on me?
Is there something I can't see? 
Scared for our youth
Where are the leaders?
Put personal pride aside
Stand tall
Take risks
Look in the mirror
It's time to live without fear

Copyright © Raina Makdissy | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

COMANCHE

                                                   COMANCHE

My mounts and I are one.
Across the plains we fly

    Like the wind that scours
    Like the sun that burns,
        The cold that kills.

The Buffalo Spirit thunders in my blood,
Guides my way through the featurelesss land:
     I draw the bow
     Strike and  move on.

My ways are as old
As the ways of the Earth;
   A harshness you have all forgotten.

Know this, White Man From The East: 
If the Soul of this place
Doesn't lay you straight
To feed the soil with your bones,

     I will.

Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Voodoo Doll

There's a person you'd like to curse,
so a voodoo doll, then make first;
Upon that doll now cast a spell, 
summoned from the wicked in hell;
Now you need some pins and needles,
bring the pain of pitch forked devils;
The length of pins make sure are long,
the devils pain will be more strong;
The more a needle's thick and round,
will make the pain be more profound;
Must take your victims' lock of hair,
attach it to the doll to wear;
The doll, up high, hold in the air,
Into the doll's eyes, you must stare;
Call the doll by your victims name,
while at the doll, the needle aim;
Curse the name as you stab it in,
twisting and turn it as you grin;
With needles stuck about the head,  
each needle deeply did embed;
With legs, all over, stuck with pins, 
you now must wish the curse begins.

Copyright © Tony Sampson | Year Posted 2014

Details | List | |

delivery of death

Sketch and Freak
Drag and Jonez
Waste life left
Scared to speak
brittle bones.

Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Villanelle | |

Villanelle: Stringent laws only serve to constrict our hearts to hate

Villanelle: Stringent laws only serve to constrict the heart to hate
                   
     For all Eric Garners who went down breathless

Stringent laws only serve to constrict our hearts to hate
“Nur wenn das Herz erschlossen Dann ist die Erde schön”
Put the blame on Bushmen genes which wandering mutate

Yea put the blame on the Maker too for making world rotate
Way we’re all made contend we not for the one an’ same bone 
Stringent laws only serve to constrict our hearts to hate

Some people who on this earth set foot much too late
Still hope to displace take and hold on to what others earn
Put the blame on Bushmen genes which wandering mutate

Those who love to lick the chokehold sweat mostly gravitate
To the force that arms preserve till eternity burns in urn
Stringent laws only serve to constrict our hearts to hate

All that happens be it not the changes wrought by climate
If the winds just blew one single way will none ever moan
Put the blame on Bushmen genes which wandering mutate

Everything happens way it does to keep from kicking planet
Sans white or black beauty nor butt we’ll all die of boredom 
Stringent laws only serve to constrict our hearts to hate
Put the blame on Bushmen genes which wandering mutate

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Naked

Naked

Unarmed I stood against the beast
Defending what was mine
The theft of my guileless innocence
His most cruel, remorseless crime

Fighting slings and arrows
Words that cut me to the quick
Lifting thin arms in resistance
To his heavy, brutish fists

Sorrow comes in darkness
Arrives without an invite
The moon stares dully at me
No magic will save me tonight

Measured unforgiving blows
He chose where each would land
Dark purple bruises gave away
Where my body had been slammed

With my knack for weak excuses
“I tripped and fell down again”
He sneered that they’re “just love taps”
While I played a game called ‘pretend’

Naked in my bed
Protecting a child yet unborn
Came another beating
From this cur who’d earned my scorn

What cannot be seen in shadows
Can suffocate one’s will
When I reclaimed my spirit
I crawled out of the mouth of hell

Ages have come to pass since then
The fiend at last routed from my life
I’m no longer frightened
Of just being someone’s wife

Copyright © Tess Norton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Nothing More Or Less

Millions of lives and souls untold
And to account it all
Words, lines, films
Imagination trims
A sliver of soft, scarlet ribbon
Hollywood rounds
Quills deliver
Writers flare with passion so strong
Filling minds with fantasies, reveries, histories
Tragedies
We consume it all like freshly baked bread
We feed until we are engorged and fed
A viral, universal mess
Ideas and unmade memories
Nothing more or less

My eyes remain glued to the screen
Living it all out
Tears dare to flow—to doubt
I should have thought of that
Can I truly let myself believe,
Someone else lived that!
Pound away your directors, script-writers, fighters
For miles and miles of stories remain unread
While the unknown remain in the grounds of humble malnourishment
Dead
Careers for the mind with a twist of the fable
Left us savage for the meal and the crumbs under the table
I can never let the raw truth rest
Naked, bare and empty—soothed
Nothing more or less

I cringed for originality 
Observed the world through the unedited scripts
The very act, the poetry pact
The wild animal drooling in the back
I was slapped in the face by my boss who had cracked
As the reviews bloated less and less
They wanted something awful, something flaw-ful—something new
And this empty brain in agony—HISSED 
I have lived in no epic battle of account
Of the collateral sufferings of my brothers
The stories the red carpet smothers
And still I ache to create
Before the other ones discover
I returned with ‘‘oh me’s’ and ‘oh my’s’’
With a work of pure genius—a storybook of lies
Nothing more or less

Little have I lacked to dream
Of contortioned pulls and dramatic fire
Stories that rarely brittle or tire
I fiddled with precious glass on edge
Foully eager for self-damage
As if it would trigger some legitimate spark 
Searching for creatures and features in the dark
No one unlocked the passage that night
For the starving idea-parched malice of right
But all welcomed with open arms
A pale mannequin filled with jewels and charms
Consuming, fuming dooming
All ghosts hoping, screaming, looming
Hoping that one day they would find themselves on the big screen
Their legacy real as it can possibly get
Nothing more or less

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse | |

RAPE

L U S T

painful groans

scars of violence


stigma throughout life

blind justice 

humiliation


note: this a screaming clamor for justice to my fellow Pinoys (both male and female) who are brutally raped and cruelly stripped of their dignity and dreams here in Saudi Arabia.

Form: Hay(na)ku :)

(c)Olive Eloisa
2:32 pm
May 28, 2014

Contest: Three Lines Are Fine 
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
First Place.... Prayers for the victims...

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic | |

Watering Terror

I'm so confused,
raised to believe cooperative love overpowers competing fears
about scarcity of time, 
and other resources,
and anger about past over- and under-valuing of myself
as a regenerative resource,
Presence
Source,
raised to believe the Golden Rule
is most effectively applied to all life,
as cooperative ecologically regenerative potential,
I don't see how it could be OK
to run a national political campaign
assuming I will confuse the taking of life for nutritional needs
as less just than the taking of life for punishment and retributive needs,
death-debt owed for death-taken,
as if it were possible to kill
disenculturing clans of terrorists
repeatedly
for each and every innocent life taken
with such unholy cynicism as anti-life hopeless degenerates.

I find this violence-begets-violence nowhere else
in any ecosystem,
anything that could possibly be called a sustainable system,
in any form of nature,
other than humane nature as de-natured humanity.

However, now that I think of it,
perhaps we do see something of its kind
in diseased and over-crowded populations,
literally eating their young.

We often call this "rabidity",
as individuals,
families,
tribes,
swarming in a monocultural snarl,
turn on each other
begin unprovoked cannibalism,
prey on each other,
perhaps as a form of punishment or retribution
for past angers and fears only these terrorist champions of chaos
can see
and feel;
a mounting prescient culture of mutual disregard and antipathy,
immunity,
trending toward Lose-Lose sociopolitical economic and ecological
outcomes.

Still,
is it wise to sanction violence to be perpetrated by others
on our behalf,
at any scale,
for any reason?
How is abuse and neglect of death-producing miscreants
not hypocritical
for a person who believes in the power of cooperative love
as a more effective Golden Rule 
than "Beat Others down before they Win more than you"?
Does this intend to include anything but monocultural AnthroCentric overcrowding, more violence, 
more dissonance, 
trending toward decomposition of all Earth's systems?

Am I to invest
or disinvest
in a competing human race
or a humanizing regenerate space and time?
Or, is it something MidWay between,
sometimes competing anger and fear might be Teachers,
I suppose,
although still not the best choice-makers.
Perhaps we could leave cooperative balancing
of Tipping Point decomposition 
and analysis of therapeutic/toxic trends,
within exclusive charge of CoArising Love as Golden Rule choice-making;
choosing whether or not to disinvest in regenerative health potential values of a life,
or a biosystem,
an ecosystem,
to optimally invest in Earth's regenerating health and vitality.

Yet, Earth does not necessarily
always and at all times,
water humane flowers
to starve the weeds.
More often, weeds starve flowers of water
as Crusading Christians starved diversity of intelligence
through violent ex-communication.

So, if these interdependently organic
cooperating relationships
between and within individuals,
families of weeds,
tribes of flowers,
nations and planets,
and the ecobalance of co-arising space with time
are what we seem to love,
then why do we suboptimize with Win-Lose economic and political choices
to compete with each other
for livelihood
sense of vocational value,
for power to declare war on each other,
the right to abuse and neglect and ex-communicate each other,
as if Earth's evolutionary journey
is not historically rooted
in cooperative regenerate enculturation,
as any of life's surviving cells
could quickly attest,
even under threat of ex-communication.

It is difficult for me to find any faith
or even hope
in the belief that Earth produced this humanizing race
toward degenerating dissonance
and overly-competitive Win to Lose strategies
of Left-brain cultural and language
and political and economic
dominance.

It feels less confusing to me
to comprehend we are ecoconsciously co-loving each other
in a rapidly overpopulating monocultural species
with humane researching and incubating
emergently embryonic cooperative aspirations
to optimize WorldWide Win-Win ecosystemic networks,
to balance Left with Right mindbody co-mentoring intelligence,
harmonizing all our bicameral systemic information,
issuing inductive from Heaven's TransParent Cloud
and deductive from Earth's RNA icons 
of recreating intelligence,
form with nondual co-arising cooperative function,
noun as verb,
poly-goal as perma-path,
and harmonic-octave frequencies 
in 4-square Prime Sequential Relationship,
both Time's co-gravitating with Space's thermodynamic balance,
Yang OVER yin-squared = c-squared ecoconsciousness
of Universal TransParent (0) Metric Light Balance.

Perhaps, then, it is less confusing to me
to think about how to invest more wisely
in non-violent empathy of Basic Attendance
to notice and listen with still-centered mindbody,
empathically absorbing claustrophobic fear and anger
saturating toxic terror that my life,
therefore your life,
has no ego-intrinsic value
because LeftEgo is too dissonantly dominant
over Right EcoEarth Regenerational Analogic
CoEmpathic Arising Function,
so my death, therefore your death,
has no Earth-intrinsic regenerative value or disvalue.

From this position
I cannot see Allah as ReGenerator Power and Flow,
Form with NatureFunction,
Love with Synergetic Intent,
TransParent Empathic Elational Present
Concave HomePlace within Convex healthCulture
through Time's bilaterally co-gravitating eco-normative lens.

How is any directive to starve and/or neglect and/or kill
not what Christians have known as ex-communication
unto decomposition?
Dissonance struggling against dissonance,
when we could choose to emerge mutually-resonant regenerators,
re-communicative poly-empathic optimizers,
co-mentoring Earth-regenerate soil
reforesting our rivers for clean water,
repurposing mutual immunity
as mutual subsidiarity within 
Earth,
EcoTribe,
RNA/DNA solidarity.
These three held together into perpetuity,
Earth Tribal ReSolution.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Dad

Father, oh, father can't you see what you've done. 
Your hate has destroyed the lives of everyone. 
You treated us bad and cheated on our mom. 
Your temper was like trying to disarm a bomb. 
Everyone said what they thought you wanted to hear. 
Why you were always so angry was never very clear. 
When I was four I saw you throw an ashtray at mom's head. 
That was the day I new you didn't care if we were all dead. 
I had to live with that knowledge my entire life. 
It was clear you never should have had kids and a wife. 
Once I was surrounded by a gang of street thugs. 
Terrified, I talked my way out without throwing a slug. 
You were watching in disgust from across the street. 
You couldn't wait to get me home to begin your browbeat. 
Instead of being happy that I didn't have to fight, 
You made me feel worthless, chicken, and anything but alright. 
As strange as it sounds I'd like to say thank you. 
You were my anti role model as I got older and grew. 
You showed me in many ways what not to be or do. 
I knew I had to become just the opposite of you. 
Here I am many years later, proud of what I've become. 
Your lessons of anger and hate I was able to overcome.

Copyright © Scott Williams | Year Posted 2016

Details | Epic | |

Boston marathon tragedy

no doubt sympathetic poured in exceeding a ton
sans the reverberations from the supposed terroristic act doth stun
although neither a native bostonian son nor one who opts to run
my track record racks up with any manner of pun
yet only tears for deadly explosions 
 and incalculable loss of limb it less life barring none
when cataclysmic dynamic explosions occurred around 3:00 p.m. on mon
day april 15th, 2013 
 with inexplicable psychic 
 piercing pain punctured as with countless gun

near bunker hill where american revolution 
   bred battles for freedom bought
brandished weapons 
   from colonial americans feverish cry for independence caught
with blood, sweat and tears of lexington and concord fought
with nada one justifiable reason and now motive sought
but...when perpetrator identified justice will be taught
adhering the state motto 
   "By the sword we seek peace, but peace only under liberty"
   for religious or those of secular beliefs 
   whose lives rent asunder with grievous heartbreak wrought

despite the race, religion or creed
of those mortally hurt and/or killed, i feel such heinous deed
only the mindset of a live googly eyed yahoo doth feed
with relish the innocent lives forever he/she now gloating with glee
as a miser with greed
at what august athletes (suffering les miserable’s) lack any wherewithal to heed
for who could foresee where a twisted mind or two would lead
ambitious disciplined bodies would so suddenly need
triage with others on the sidelines to plead
for desperate intervention with utmost speed
heard by ordinary folk now cast as heroes 
   bursting forth like a hardy weed.
  

Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Obama

I'm not sure how youre going to lead your people to salvation
gang bangers holding the bag, perpetrating violence
i can't help what i think about that predicament
blackmailed, or all rap artists truly do like being the figure heads 
of community terrorism
fighting for their rights throughout history
just to throw it all away
raised to believe they were the only ones whose legacy is a nightmare
but they make money rubbing their guns and drugs in our face
selling other people to blackmarkets for slavery
to make more chemicals

I truly hope you take this opportunity to lead your people in the right direction
to truly be able to find themselves
i'm only one person on the outside looking in
i just truly dont believe all those money making rap artists
truly desire to continue the cycle of violence
i myself believe some sick racist paid them to throw themselves away

Drugs and guns
\kids killing kids
something has to be done
and why your people are the ones representing this
I truly believe another black man can encourage his fellows of skin
to see the bright side, work on solving the problem from now on instead of making it worse

I can't handle much more of this
seeing people fight for their rights
and lose to themselves again
being part of the solution of the problems they are soo upset about
is more understandable than being paid to be the front lines of genocide
and continue the never ending cycle of hate and confusion
I'm not fooled by what has happened to them, and what is
but change is inevitable, solving their own problems they probably were entrapped with

War crimes on both sides
the black and white
minds cornered by previous experiences just want to end this nightmare
or maybe i'm wrong
maybe the racists over there are right
maybe they didnt see how someone made them think one thing
and used violence to enforce actions cornering the hate again
in the end war crimes on both sides
i just urge you to find a solution to this
i myself am tired of the psychological fight of a futile civil war 
engulfing both sides of the unfortunate paradox
its harder than you realise to see through it
its harder not to get wrapped up in my own emotions of the past that was and the present 
that is

Manipulative people brainwashed the innocent
and then used violence against your people to prove that they are justified
its a sick game obama
its disgusting and the streets of your own society need a solution to a dirty trick

Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2010

Details | Sonnet | |

There is a fine line between love and hate

I love your smile I love your witty charm
I'll never forget when you broke my arm
I adore your walk and the way you talk 
You always said I'd be the one you stalk

I cherish your humor and you dance well
Since I've met you life's been a living hell
I love your eyes and your great sense of style
The things you tell me are so very vile

"He's no good for you" I heard from a friend
I keep praying for the abuse to end
When we started dating it was so grand
Why did you ever have to raise your hand?

I wish I didn't feel you're my soul mate
There is a fine line between love and hate

Copyright © Dana Christou | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Dark And Twisted, Another Bloody Body Awaits

Dark And Twisted, Another Bloody Body Awaits


There she lies, bloody dead at foot of my bed
How the hell had our love morphed into this
Throat slashed, body decaying without a head
Smell of rotting flesh and grossly stale piss.

Cold reality now just a dark and ragged blur
Every day ghastly, morbid scene eats my mind
Absolutely no memory of savagery heaped on her
House sealed up tight so nobody can ever find.

Red in rage, memory from bloody ages long ago
Now burdened with a lovely but rotting mess
Facing each day, a scene from a horror show
Fearing discovery of my greatest, dark distress.

A dream that night, slashing a monster's throat
Walking around in sweet red blood and gore
Satan pleased with this finely sacrificed goat
Now dark and twisted, soul demands even more.

Lurking in a long dark alley in this small town
Obeying murderous, mad urges torturing me
Waiting to seize and bring another girl down 
This darkness not resting, my soul's evil sea!

There she lies, bloody dead at foot of my bed
How the hell had our love morphed into this
Throat slashed, body decaying without a head
Smell of rotting flesh and grossly stale piss.



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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Shadow Watcher

It always happened on a Monday
Sudden sleep paralysis,sudden lucid dreaming
His paralyzed frame in its throes of sleep
Discarded
The man suddenly free to roam the midnight
He always dressed the part
A red velvet shirt, favourite fedora,
Shiny black shoes, shiny like Monday mirrors
His dream in surreal black shine
And a trench coat for the cold night
Slung loose over his loosed soul

Floating out through his locked door
He always bumped into his cat
Fast asleep in his hallway
Heading out, the neighbours VW beetle 
Parked badly always
The neighbours were always midnight hollering
His loneliness of midnight always calling

He was always drawn to that lone street corner
Where he watched her from the shadow of souls
Where she always stood as if waiting for something
In awkward red heels, a tight micro mini dress
Blowing bubble gum bubbles and cigarette smoke bubbles
A skilled blower of bubbles, blown like the dreams
She had once known
She worked a hard hustle, of brief love muscles,
For men in cars of muscle, brief interludes for brief bread
For rolled up dolls of Mary Jane
That took off the edge and numbed the pain
She felt like a dolled up rolled up Mary Jane
Used for some brief high, then snuffed.
Maybe she should try some meth
Or maybe some stronger pain
He always saw the pain, broken, glassy eyed,
A scarred pretty made up doll face
A stranger in a strange corner
In a strange city like a rat cornered

A strange man always  approached 
In shiny glassy black shoes, a trench coat
And a shirt of velvet red,
And dressed in the darkness of midnight,
Of lonely sleepless nights, 
Of chills of a lonely Monday night

There was always a brief haggle
   "Honey I'll give you all the lovin' you want, 
   Just don't be too little,
   A girl has many needs you know", 
As she winked between bubble gum bubbles
The strange man would always laugh
And hold her by the waist, 
He owned her  for the moment, 
As he led her to the nightly lodging

The shadow watcher watched the two,
And then followed within the shadows of souls, 
Taking in the midnight stench
To the nightly lodging of eternal longings
As the strange man led her to his musty room,  
Which was always to a corner room, a corner cubicle prison, 
A nightly cell for the nocturnal sojourner

He followed them, stomach knotting and churning, 
Full of fearful trepidation, 
There was a sudden chilling cold in this hells hallway
When first came her shrill screaming
A soul crying out to the shadow
Hiding in the shadow of souls
The stranger, eyes gleaming like the devil
Like a serpent stalking a cornered rat
Then the blows, like fangs striking flesh

A torn micro mini dress, busted bubble gum bubbles,
A Mary Jane doll suddenly snuffed, this was stronger pain,
And there was no meth to take off the edge, 
The strange man was not here to snuggle

The shadow watcher would always scream
From the closet of souls and shadows
The rat would suddenly be startled, and bolt
The strange serpent would be puzzled
And left in a cage of flummox, 
His meal to hell denied

The shadow watchers soul in micro seconds
Suddenly fled to his paralyzed frame
Back to his bed
As he woke from his velvet dream
Dressed in a black trench coat 
And a red velvet shirt
Bathed in musty sweat
Holding a piece of torn micro mini dress 
And drenched in the blood of Mary Jane

Copyright © Marugu MO | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Light To Dark

You think you’ve gone just far enough,

I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again

You think you were careful but,

I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form

You think you can find a way into my good graces

I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume

You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents

You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win

Don’t underestimate me

You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing

You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down

My eyes took too long to adjust

Better late than never

It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours

My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep

Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet

Then I thought about the mess it would make

I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own

I was not weak, but I had a weakness

A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care

No longer

Now my heart is a stone so heavy

I could kill at least two birds at once 

Being the nice guy is a thing of the past 

Thanks for freeing me of that softness

You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things

When really I had just been swallowing razor blades

Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong

Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you

If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run

Your gonna be the one with tired feet

I’m not sad anymore

Just sick with the plague of your lies

Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss

Even angels can make themselves wicked

When we do, we take no prisoners

Still think I’m a game

This one is just beginning

Copyright © Alexander Schwartz | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

The Demon Inside

Why do you fuel the fires of my troubled mind?
Why do you taunt those I love with vile words?
Is there no compassion behind your mask of hate?
Is there no warmth inside your heart of stone?
Leave me! 
I know not what I’ve become.

Copyright © Jasmine Khurana | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

teens life in Oakland

*A assignment was due in class. *

Every time a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Every time there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Every time a heart is stabbed
Someone else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence

Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why do so much violence
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children

When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as
VIOLENCE

Copyright © donna lu | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC | |

love and Hate

Love and hate are strong words those are songs of singing birds, In your mind you may love and hate god told you are a in great, Nothing in the world can change how you feel damn take hour calm down pill, Damage and pieces put together agian take the chanllage you damn hen,To many hearts are broken though words and hits pick up the pieces agian,Words going though your head you better eat that piece of bread, Many turth and lies I told you what a surprise, sitting here with hurt and birt yes your name is Burt, I told you to keep it cool dont hurt you better stay cool, What side you on love and hate please God let me go on this date,No matter what you decide make sure you dont do no crime, look in the mirrow how you look love and that is the book, The world going around in my mind love and hate there isn't no time, look at me I am smart love snd hate who is falling apart, Never called for help i was trap here that big fat rat, To many things i thought before love and hate I brought, Smiles and laughter i got though love and which one we can have a debate.





Copyright © Sade Charles | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain | |

WAR

Your word oh God is like unto a lamp
that guides the footsteps of your flock
inscribed upon their hearts like a stamp
and the path of the master they stalk

On the road to Mount Zion they walk
and the gifts they bring you in praise
about their redeemer and King they talk
and his banner is the one that they raise

Their garments resemble the spirit of light
and crowns of radiance upon their head
wield the Word of Truth do they fight
with principalities the earth will shed

Against the rulers of darkness they stand
the fallen sons of God and their wiles
they hold the shield of faith in their hand
to defend against that which defiles

They wrestle not with flesh and blood
against the strongholds of darkness they wield
with the gospel of peace are their feet shod
and the sword of the spirit in the field

They fight against those who mankind would harm
the war is not with weapons of steel
they have gone forth to sound the alarm
to flee from the gods where the fallen do kneel

The knowledge of God teaches love and truth
and tender thoughts of understanding
so many minds acquired hatred in youth
and with the armies of Demons are banding

To understand God his Word you must know
discerning the powers that rule in his stead
the Word who is master the truth will you show
least on the wrong path you be led

The sword of the spirit is the Word of Truth
God does not torture or rape
The Demons are ones who with war do sooth
and the face of this world shape

sources IICor. 10:3-6 Eph. 6:10-17
Mark 13:2 II Tim 3:1-5 
Apocalypse 11:18 , chptr 19

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Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2014

Details | Acrostic | |

Cold Blooded

Climate of the heart, disapproving to the greens
Over its dead body is kindness a deal
Living with the mind covered in dark blanket
Dangerous and terrible is its close interactions.

Body full of energy but entirely bloodless
Loaded with the carcasses of passion and love
On self alone is its temperature warm and welcoming, as it
Opposes the existence of opulent personalities
Dos and don’ts, all marked in the registry of gruesome actions
Eyes nourished with veins of demonic temperaments, then
Deeds in so much stain, yet carried out in utmost normalcy.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

A June Night in Rotgut Saloon

A June Night in Rotgut Saloon


In walked Lefty Red behind him lay many dead
into this old dusty town his tired horse had tread
Well known his draw was quick as lightning 
his stare deadly cold and so very frightening

Stranger where is the nearest watering hole
getting drunk and riled up is my goal
Ahead 120 paces is our old Rotgut saloon
enter there and you'll get your wish soon

Lefty Red , cold, bitter and as hard as granite
entered and saw a scene like he had planned it
Crowd was loud, rowdy as hell and so very drunk
beer and whiskey flowing , an odor foully stunk

Give me a beer and two shots of your best redeye
send over that sweet blonde philly that I spy
Barkeep did exactly as he was very sternly told
That philly's man was none other than Billy Cold

Billy Cold that had 7 carved notches on his gun
even once cut a man slowly to death just for fun
The stare sent a hard and well understood reply
want this har' woman , get her , jest you try

Lefty Red knocked down whiskey shots and his beer
spun around to show a fastdraw rig , he had no fear
Billy wasted not a second to make his best play
drawed his 45 to make that insulting Lefty Red pay

As his hammer was so very quickly cocked back
his ears heard a loud booming pistol crack
A huge hole suddenly tore open in his chest
a mistake, for Lefty Red was always the very best

Body was calmly , swiftly and carefully taken away
nothing new, this was like just about any other day
Lefty told the piano man to shut up and play a tune
time for the pretty saloon girl and getting drunk soon

Townfolks remember so very well that hot June day
Lefty Red had tested Billy Cold and made him pay
Forty-five slug and justice had caught up with that man
as Lefty Red had for seven, long searching years planned

 07-08-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain | |

Vengeance

Like a fiery vengeance
Grasped in open hand
Cuts the loathed foe
Stains your own land

Hate surges like flood
Shatters the weak soul
Spilling the divine blood
Of both sides involved

Anger drives men crazy
Like a tropical storm
Loss are assessed lately
When started to mourn

Forgiveness is not easy
And not for everyone
Don’t wait until query
What have I done?

Copyright © Jonathan Medida | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad | |

A New Me Everyday

Folding myself everyday with new looks
Changing my psyche every day, at each case,
It’s you, just you, who melted me
As the wax is liquefied each day
Without any exceptionality.

To make new shapes, new look;
As the artist wishes to heap all over again,
And proof his own creativity he regained;
Are you such an artist, to unfold me always?
Is it love that kept still me in your cage?
Or, is it my weakness as I’m afraid of being free?
I don’t know- still why do I trust or rely on thee!

I’m unaware of thy soul, thy cruel personality,
I dare to know why I embrace this comical brutality. 
I feel, my weakness brings you fun and immense strength,
Providing you capital to create your art for bringing fame.
My question is, why me? Why have you chosen me?
Is it for-I don’t have a soul anymore, who will feel shame or infamy?

Tasmina Hayat Khan
8th November 2015

Copyright © Tasmina Hayat Khan | Year Posted 2015