Color is red, yellow, blue, pink, rainbow
across sky scape
Is black and white, only thing separate
white man from rest race
Where does hatred start against that
is not dominant
Many race scattered islands, Columbus
Idea to new world
Existing world European strip native born
Slavery or man authority to wealth is seek
Where we find ourselves better than that
sleep's gutter
Wealth of a nation broken down poverty levels
Benefit to life is to breath the price you pay
Life to the man, material way high living
Kings of whips my gash deeply bleeds
Even my own to survive old wars ashe skies
Can we not be free without chains rattle steps
Clocks of time ticking civilization existence
White out cover black while it's color brings
darkness depths
Describe as the pain, torcher of famine death
Is a man what they represent to be or lying soul
behind which evil presence lurking
Blood still red, stop heart and we all dead
Forget not colors fought in death as
one's have your back
Good and bad in each race that breathes
Color new world, isn't beauty in eye of beholder
Have a heart, not a mind of misconception
Death, faded memory to nothing
Emptiness bares the skin's reflected pain
Eyes of the soul's depths
Pains torcher drives its fiery
Personality rage to desire temptation
What is a soul except its being
Buried beneath the dirt fields
Where which that comes from the sun feeds
Heart to feel such anguish emotion
Like salt to a wound the burn
The faded soil, winters toll
Reality withering improvisation of dreams
A simpler love for life's ambition
Sourness of the wind crinkle still
Life's storm, space traveler amongst us
In another place, where we are
Not ourselves but somebody, something
What drives this beast out darkness
So loved am I who walks light
That its deception perceives me
Where in my depths I hide feeling
My heart wicked to minds perceptive
Or in our own thought one breathes
Reflection, stillness within life gives warmth
Aspire dreamer to what one is to be
Humid and hot
Scorching parking lot
Longest day, shortest night
Light and dark fight
Shorts and tank tops
Sandals and flip flops
Cutting grass
Catching bass
Beaches and amusement parks
Hungry sharks
Summer-do’s
Badminton and horseshoes
Green grass
Oaks and Sassafras
Daisies and sunflowers
Sun is up for hours
Bonfires and torches
People on porches
White, red, yellow, gold, orange, and green
What a beautiful scene
Lemon, orange, and rose
Litha strike a pose
Power, creativity, and healing
Sights are appealing
Brightness and inner power
Stop to smell a flower
Litha is a scorcher
Some think it’s torcher
Some think not
Wow, is it hot!
Constant reminders
From day to day
Unforgiving in all types of ways
Anger that lasts
A voice of rage
Upset throughout multiple days.
The look of torture
The eyes are deepened
Torcher in defeat
Silence as always
Prayers going up
Jesus protect me
As the hatred still searches.
A loud voice
Time to renew
A New Year has come
Satan, back to hell
Your time is up
Victory and Praises
With Jesus, I've won.
Days and nights
A renewal of life
Repeats destroyed
Moving, yet moved on.
2022.
Paralyzed
This room is not the same after the steel is taken away.
Steel that pierces like a dull ice pick.
When the lights are off elusive shadows haunt
So elusive they cant be seen.
Why must the torcher continue.?
That's a question that has an answer that yet eludes.
Defining insanity is without a doubt my profession.
The potion introduced has a strong grip.
Scraping tiny specks of dust hoping it will be enough.
It never is. Still trying to catch a glimpse of the elusive.
Shouting at them only intensifies the antagonizing.
I do this to myself. Every time it's the same .
Bargaining is the next approach but still no reply.
I must find the intruder. The next round I’ll surely win.
“Ricco”
Parylized
This room is not the same after the steel is taken away.
Steel that pierces like a dull ice pick.
When the lights are off elusive shadows haunt
So elusive they cant be seen.
Why must the torcher continue.?
That's a question that has an answer that yet eludes.
Defining insanity is without a doubt my profession.
The potion introduced has a strong grip.
Scraping tiny specks of dust hoping it will be enough.
It never is. Still trying to catch a glimpse of the elusive.
Shouting at them only intensifies the antagonizing.
I do this to myself. Every time it's the same .
Bargaining is the next approach but still no reply.
I must find the intruder. The next round I’ll surely win.
“Ricco”
Imagine you're on fire,
And it's ever since you can remember,
And flames get ever higher,
Yet will never turn to ember,
Forever screaming for release,
But the inferno never dies throughout your cries,
Always increases never ceases,
It drys your eyes although you try,
Now imagine you found hope,
Something to take away the torcher,
So just one second you can cope,
As the scorched is tamed by water,
Like it's the first time you've felt rain,
And never felt so free before,
But soon all pains regained,
You need it again, but it takes more and more,
But always knowing when the feeling goes,
And your curse comes to return,
That the hurt you show forever grows,
And even worse will it still burn,
But now it's not just about the flames,
As the smoke takes away your breath,
And all the rain in the world can't douse the pain,
As now you slowly choke to death.
A memory for me
Is like a stab in the heart
A reminder
Of when I was scared
Confused
And hurt
Wondering why I was chosen
To be torchered
To be abused
When all I ever was
Was loving
Nice
And as sweet as possible
Cause it was not the first time I had been
Mistreated
I wished every night
For an escape
Form the situation
I was involuntarily put in
I realized that
Nobody was gonna take me out of it
That it was time for me
To do something for myself
And save myself
From the torcher in my life.
A feeling of being held down from inside
Trying to escape, but the grip is to tight
I climb and I claw
As I beg with a fight
But this darkness it knows
That I cant see the light
It torments and thrives
Of my lingering pain
And laughs in my face
As it calls me insane
Each day it winds up
Just to unravel again
Giving me hope
Like I'm winning the game
Then as I think I'm almost there
Dreaming of breathing in all the fresh air
I have this feeling that comes over me
And the torcher starts over
Like a repeated scene
I’ve been having nightmares every
night.
They seem so real and It’s extremely
hot and I feel trapped and I can't
breathe.
But each time my torcher ends when
I hear bells and alarms ringing in the
distance.
I’m no longer a rookie this is my se-
cond year and love what I do.
People often refer to me a as a hero
but I’m no hero I’m a coward.
I’m terrified of my job and don’t think I
can go on like this.
I am a firefighter who is spooked by fire.
My team went in response to a fire last
week, and it was a normal routine.
But this in particular fire was out of
control. And it had a mind of its own.
I froze and I was terrified and my life
flashed before my eyes.
The only life that I wanted to save was
my own.
Now does that sound like a hero or a
coward?
Inspired by a drama series called Station 19
It's a spin off from Grey’s Anatomy
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Alexis Y.
There is a light that shines,
in the darkest of places.
There is a fire that burns,
through the long rainy nights.
I have lived through the darkest of shadows.
I have seen the most tragic of sights!
There was a time that it chewed me,
And nearly swallowed me whole!
I have been close to the hells,
that will swallow your soul!
I say I've sunk deeper,
then the bottom of bottom.
Then an angel found me.
I was lucky I caught him!
He then pulled me out,
from the dark pits of hell.
He was my beautiful angel...
I was under his heavenly spell.
Still to this day,
my angel fights alongside me.
Without him in my life
I don't know where I'd be.
He is forever my love,
and forever I'm his!
My angel sent from above,
changing my life to pure bliss.
I admire you, for fighting with me!
Your strength makes me strong
And your belief helps me see
Maybe one day,
you'll truly know what you've done.
Your beautiful soul,
Helped me shine like the sun!
From hell to heaven,
from torcher to bliss!
Forever I'm grateful,
for more then just this!
Touch it of the taste and torch it
Tinges and tingles ties the tongue
It's tough the tease. It's torcher
Trust the tasty truth
It's ten to tick of the tock
Thirteen times then touch
Twist the tinsel town to
Thrice try to tame the tide
The tiger tells the tale
Try and try time to tell
Tisk tisk tisk the ticking
The tock time to tally
Tooth to tail
What defines a hero ?
The eyes of a hero is a sign of respect and courage
It’s the opposite of zero the villain
To be the hero you must help people
As a hero you are a role model that guides people to the optimistic way.
A hero has great power that comes with great responsibilities in their obstacle life.
The mind of a hero isn’t about the killing of a villain that does flaws.
If the mind of a hero discriminates about how a villain in the society deserves to die because of their mistakes and they kill them then they are called fallen hero’s turned monster zero’s.
The hero lifestyle is more about the actions of justice it’s really about making peace with negativity .
The hero life isn’t dark
It isn’t a curse
It isn’t torcher or pain
The hero life is honor and light.
We all have a dream to change the world
We can’t change the pain world unless we change our flaws selves.
A hero is peace
A hero is justice
A hero isn’t a killer
A hero is a role model
A hero isn’t below zero
A hero is a guardian Angel
A hero cares
A hero shares
A hero has tears of compassion and lastly joy
When I was ten
Is this what life supposed to be
I just want to be free, from the torcher the abuse
Back when I was ten, I already wanted out.
I was just wanted to be loved
All I got was being left out.
Being this child I shouldn’t be
Runaway is what I always thought.
Why back when I was ten, I didn’t even have a friend.
I pray for all this to end.
Mother all is yell, daddy always sell
This is house is nothing but hell.
Everything seems to be a lie,
But I know deep down I will survive.
People sleep at night
I’m awake with fright
The voices tell me to do it
I don’t see them with a candle lit
I hear the voices in my head
you won’t believe what they said
they want me too hurt things
especially when i hear the dings
When i hear the things they are mad
they took all the memories i had
the happy ones anyway
no matter what i do they stay
They torcher me in so many ways
I never get a say
They tell me too hurt
Then i have to wear a long-sleeve shirt
When they tell me too cut
they tell me not too keep the door shut
they want me to get in trouble
but they won’t under all the ruble
they told me too hurt other things
if i don't i hear the dings
They got really mad
They made me really sad
When i get sad i have too hurt
but the voices always tend to lurk
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