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jdwritings
jdwritings
Justen Davila is a poet, writer, and humanitarian who has travelled the United States from coast-to-coast gaining people experience. He has continously written in different formats, his preferred being poetry, since 2008. He has recently decided to share his works with the world in hopes to shed light on social issues, personal entrenchment battles, and aspirations of how we could all work together to make a better world. In 2016, he self published his first book of poetry The Writers Room where he continues his exploration of humankind and the human condition. The book is currently available on Amazon, Barnes and Nobles, Books-A-Million, iBooks, Kindle, Kobo and Blkcitywhtlie.com He is also the founder of Blkcitywhtlie, which has been operating since 2015. / / Instagram: Jdwritings / Facebook: Jdwritings / Twitter: Jdwritings
humanity assaulted by the sucker punch of the corrupted drunken from the bottle, anti-venom switched out for more vile vexation arises from our actions as we are broken marionettes once admired
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC
Marionette Theatre
my son shall be a reflection of me with the mirror being his mother. he will have my eyes and his mothers heart, my brains but his mothers demeanor. we all know he’ll need it. the courage will come from us both because your mother is a warrior as am i. we fight. never let them see you down son, if you fall remember: gravity centers lowest to the ground, you shall gather yourself up and stand strong. and when the waves come crashing because they will, when they crash just know that you are a warrior. there is no mountain big enough in comparison to your potential, no storm loud enough to quite your spirit and no accolade too great to make you gloat. my son, you were made under the shield of love, so you shall forever be protected. never let anyone tell you otherwise. when you see a man down keep your arms outstretched, warriors can fight for the less fortunate too, but stand proudly in your body. and when they ask why you are who you are you simply respond: I am a reflection of my father in the mirror of my mother.
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC
For My Son
fast
 the way that my heart beats around you the way our culture likes things done the fast gets there early
the early bird always wins i was always rushing looking for things
 never thought i could learn something different but then i met you and now i understand how beautiful the world could be
 slow Please read more. Order your copy of The Writers Room at Justendavila.com
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Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC
Fast | Slow
Stoic sculpture standing in glory Motionless in fear As the serpentine cloak covers his naked form Hiding behind the beauty and perfection That caused the war That ravaged him, the war that started it all His eyes fill with tears, and his body begins to tremble The beauty melts into pain and the perfection crumbles The victor has risen
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC
Warrior
the heart beats. telling stories the mind thinks. hiding the remnants of all of the things done masked by feeling
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
Heart & Mind
the night sky a canvas painted by stars guiding us to the intersection of amazement like wolves in the night we howl craving to be acknowledged by the keeper of our hearts who while thousands of miles away lies staring up at the night sky knowing that one day the stars that leave us awestruck will do so once more bringing your light to my empty corner of the world
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
Wolves
Although bit by the scorn of deception My ears await the truth Spewed from lying tongues
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Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
Lying Lips
Because we choose to be We must choose to act Life is not simply living But actively seeking to be alive It is a pursuit A chase A challenge Every day Humanity is not the given form It is the ultimate sacrifice
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Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
Humanity is Not
The flames that melted innocence Ravaged my soul uncontrollably Doused by aspiration of purity If only I could be clean again If only I was Unbeated Unbruised  Unscathed Doused Flames Melted Innocence
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC
Doused Flames