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 Jul 2016 DSD
Lvice
Blood
 Jul 2016 DSD
Lvice
I hope this strikes a nerve in you
To tell you that yes
I have blood in me too.

Someone was shot today
Execution style on their knees
Weak and unable to live on their feet
For fighting for what they believe.

All anyone ever wanted in life was peace
If you close your eyes like Lennon said
You'd see more than you would with them open

Black
White
Asian
Hispanic
Russian
Cuban
I don't care what you are

We all bleed red.
If it's blood that is  needed to be spilled to show

Then take it from the history books.
War shouldn't be all we know.

One day I want my babies to feel safe
And have friends of every race
And love the color of their blood,
Not just the color of their skin.

I want them to love the person they love
Because their personality is colorful.

I don't want them to care about equality
Because we're all God's children
He put us all here.
Isn't that equal enough?
After everything every one is saying on the news..I think the world needs some prayers.
 Jul 2016 DSD
Veronika
The Choice
 Jul 2016 DSD
Veronika
3/10/2012
Poem 66 ‘The choice’
Beyond the stony wall,
Of the condescending dark,
Between the leafy autumn and wet spring,
Below the blinding flashlight of the sun,
In the third ridge of your lover’s key,
Beside the thick whispering books,
In the churchyard of slipping hope and growing faith;
Reach inside that wintery calm
And spread your small unwilling palm,
Make a choice of give or take,
Before you do, weigh up the stakes:
Will your reproachful heart forsake?
Or will forgiveness look upon mistakes.
 Jul 2016 DSD
Erin Halle
You hijack the cells of my body
Like a virus
Infecting
Restricting.

You've ensured that when it is
Crucial
That I fight back
I am unable to.

I am left
Powerless and unmoving,
Save the ever so slight
Fluttering of eyelids.

You've turned me against myself
Trapped me in a useless mind
That cannot feel
The love he has for me
The love that would heal me
If only I could feel it.

But you've know all along what you're up against,
And you've known all along that you -
That I -
That We
Cannot win.
 Jul 2016 DSD
Erin Halle
Where do I exist?

In the lab?
In my bed?
My body?

But, where am *I
?
Where do I exist?

How much of my body
could be cut away, separated, from me?

Would there be countless pieces of
flesh and organs,
scattered around one piece:
me?

Is that where I exist?
Is there a specific puzzle piece that,
if removed,
renders the puzzle nonexistent?

Or, rather, if any piece is removed,
altered, or shifted,
does my existence
end?

*Where do I exist?
 Jul 2016 DSD
C
Beau idéal
 Jul 2016 DSD
C
Drool over the oiled up Vogue models
posing like queens of the world,
And then quickly avert your eyes away
'cause jealousy is one of the traits of a girl.

Groom your face,
dolled up grimace
As if a camera is always revolving around you.

If I can laugh and love and feel,
Why so desperate to be beau idéal?
If I can walk straight without the heels,
Why so desperate to be beau idéal?

I will breathe in this life,
Free myself from the inside,
I am not obligated to
shape myself and fit to your conditions.
To me,
beau idéal means to be at inner peace. Without pretending.
 Jul 2016 DSD
C
Flowers
 Jul 2016 DSD
C
Vibrant shades, delicately splattered,
spread 'neath blue swirling skies.
The symmetry and the beauty,
what a fresh pleasure to the eyes.

How each petal unfolds
like lush carpets unroll.
Distinct yet packed together.
How the texture feels,
delicate, soft, supple.
How the smell invites,
the nature seduces.

Overflowing with life,
these cups of nectar,
How gloriously they beam in the sunlight.

A flower waking up,
the curled petals bloom open,
How brilliantly it lures the insect,
how brilliantly it dazzles me.
There is life all around us. Beaming and smiling with love.
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