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YOU WILL SEE US👀
YOU WILL RESPECT US✊🏾
PERIOD.

never felt so alone
stuck in my room
such a dark place
never felt so cold
chills run down my spine

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞?
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞?
𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐛 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐎𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡?
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝑰'𝒎 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠,
𝐈𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐢𝐧 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞
𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝒎𝒚 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞

𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝,
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥. 𝐍𝐨𝐭. 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩. 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝.
𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞,
𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞,

𝐀 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬,
𝐀 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐬.
𝐀𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞,
‘𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬,
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬?

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫,
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐞:
𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊. 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒. 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑.

Sometimes I wonder
if noise had a colour
then what shade
would silence be

sticks and stones
will break bones
and a knee will take a life

tear gas and barricades
will need first aids
and rubber bullets will take eyes

signs and chants
dismissed as rants
and a point that will keep being missed

I feel like I'm surrounded
With a halo
From top to the bottom
Which makes everything seem aloof
& my soul is arrested
Tearing my shirt off
Can't help me feel a little bit
Rested
& I stopped my desires of being Requested

For almost 2 days, now, I have been wondering what has been going on.

I can't upvote and comment on poems, and most poems that I see posted have no view counts.

By now one would have hoped that the fallen would gotten back on their feet.

I just wish there was a voice out there, somewhere, instead of speculating.

Logan Robertson

6/02/20

I stopped writing

For awhile.

Because I found that when I write
It’s so real.
It’s like hearing back my own words from the lips of someone wiser

Not from a broken child,
But from a bitter miser.

It's time for a name
Not to be just another 'name'

To anyone who lost a life
You didn't die in vain

Colour doesn't matter
Inside we're all the same

It's time to stop the suffering
It's time to stop the pain

Went to bed at 6am
So I've ruined the day
Made myself feel ill
Unsettled, a bit panicky.
Will I never learn
That sleep is for sleeping
Waking is for waking,
How can I confuse the two?
It's just that lately
With the days so uncertain
Sometimes I like to make the nights
Last as long as I can.

He's gone,
Long gone...
Out of my reach
Faded...
Like the mist,
That fades in the sunshine.
Like the stars,
That fades in the dawn.
Like I fade,
In his deep dark brown eyes...

You saved me from a dark place
One that I couldn’t see
Before our paths crossed
I walked through life blindly

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

[found poem by unknown poet and not my words]

Brown eyes are boring
I remember you saying…

There’s a special kind of beauty
in falling in love with someone
who has brown eyes.

Ever seen brown eyes
In the sun?
The colour brown,
becomes irrelevant
& is just a word…

They melt into rays
of amber gold,
circling an eclipse.
There is nothing boring
about brown eyes.

Even as the day grows old,
they create a sunset
of their own.

You know that sunset.
It’s the one
I fell in love with…

[22.11.2018]
~Wynn H

When we chance
upon each other
years later,
you will ask me

          do you still write?

and I will answer

           of course I do.

you took my heart
with you when you left,
not my hands.

“I have promises to keep,”
whispered sweetly in my ear.
I stretched myself to too thin,
‘til it seemed I would disappear.
Now I’ve got myself to thank
for every step I’ve walked away
towards the sun, far from you
into a promising new day.

In my mind a record spins.  Always on repeat.  Your lyrics are kaleidoscopic. Twisted images merge.  Mirror, mirror upon the wall, please awaken me before I fall.

I used to have interaction on here but for the past 6 months my account has had zero.
No one is seeing my writing. Please help

I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know

just a foolish girl
letting nostalgia
fill her heart
and leave her aching
for a love
that never existed.

he said he couldn’t breathe,
so they took his last breath

Is it that I crave
an understanding of self
amidst a turmoil of state
or is it that I'm a coward
always running from
crying out for
justifying
what I
always
knew
to be
true.

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

i don't understand it
but i can tell it's beautiful

In this time of nationwide uncertainty
violence, dissent

with our voices joining the people screaming for change
as we are threatened to be silenced

I stop myself  throughout the day
always asking Him to always protect you
always asking Him to keep you safe.

And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't

when people ask,
they don’t really want to know.
they just want you to tell them,
what they already think.

like water
I poured myself into her until she was overflowing at the brim

like reinforced steel
I bridged my heart to hers and welded myself to her soul

like the sun
I filled myself with light to cover her darkness

like a blanket
I shielded her from the harsh world underneath the covers

like magnets
I orbited her aura until we inevitably collided

like a seed
I felt myself growing up from her

Then, like an idiot
I could tell she felt nothing.

Her chaos is a serenade.
Drawing me even closer
Making me fall a little deeper
A masterpiece only some appreciate
A melody only some admire.
She says it’s messy
but I still pay attention
to every position
of every single note
in every single line.

I just want it to end.

The hopelessness, the fear,
the constant critic in my head:
I've lived with them all for too long.

All I've ever known is this war, this endless battle.
There's nothing wrong with wanting it to end.
To wish that it didn't is cruel.

But why can't the best solution be the simplest?
Why do I have to keep fighting?

At times it's deafening,
and I'm so exhausted.

Why can't I just lay down in no man's land
and let this battle fall silent around me?

Why can't that be the end?

Because... I'll never know what's possible.

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.