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  Nov 2014 Oleander Micheal Osiris
ryn
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sparking at the end
•eating away at my wick•
forcing me into a backward bend•
now by the second I tick...•I am truly
seething•I am... TNT•I am so close to
exploding...•I am...incendiary•it feels
like a crime•but..............there isn't left
much room•it's just a matter of time•
before I finally decide to go...fizz...
fzzzs...sszz...fizzle...ssszzfzz...
KABOOM!
TEBABOH!
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A rough ramp,
too many edged stones on the surface
she is walking on the ramp with booted a high pencil heel
we see her speed, her fashion
we say that it's her smartest move
even her body language shows the beauty
but it's true that one of us sitting there doesn't care her at all

The flowers are on the fire,
blooming throughout the garden
too many colors, coloring the spring
so much aroma appealing around
either the bees are buzzing or not
growing itself through the nature
either we are caring those or not

Birds are flying around the sky
they are highly ambitious
sometimes they fly over the dark clouds
yet they are unclogging their feathers throughout the sky
until the clouds are breaking into the water
showing that they don't care about the height of the heaven
even you see their stunning diving or not

When it's an amazing raining
maybe you are walking toward the horizon
who is shining sharply within the rainbow?
the little boy is enjoying through the window!
its a playful beauty beyond
It doesn't care about thee
either we are looking, caring or not

Boys are barefooted,
walking on the broken glasses,
bleeding blood on the floor
making spot on the spaces
they are running within the daydreams
now they don't care about anything
****! we never wish to care them at all  

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Musfiq us shaleheen
when we don't care about the life love hope beauty and the humanity
A broken heart.
No one to hold on to,
nothing to mend it
or bring it back.
A million pieces,
fallen to the ground.
Sad and alone
in a dark empty space,
Left to cry,
in a cold, forgotten place.
Left to die.
Jumbled up in a scattered soul.
A broken dream,
no hope to reach it,
nothing to keep it alive
or help it breathe.
A thousand tries,
failed to reach anything.
Dead but never died,
scared but never tried.
In a place I've never known,
Left alone
in my own empty mind,
on the borderline,
left to fall off the edge
No where to go
with a broken heart
and a broken soul.
Walking all alone
into the* *unknown.
Written November 12th, 2005
I hear the taps of pencils
Drumming in my head
And the drowned voices of chattering
"Have you heard the news?" or "Oh my god look at my shoes"
I try to keep my head down
And cover up my eyes
Suppress all of the coughing
And tell minty-breathed lies
I smile through it and take everything slow
         As if not to fall over
And let my scars show
             People yell in my ears
But all I hear is buzzing
                                   I fall to the ground
Merely only laughing
                                At such great visions
Hearing colors
                               And see the invisible
But merely keeping it to myself
                                                       Because I do not want people to see
That I'm addicted
                           And ever so lonely
Or if the morning doesn't come
by the time you find home
I'll paint white doves by your feet
to take care of your bones,

so that if you can't open your eyes
by the time I come around
I'll lay in your grave, meet the gray ocean and
let you be

and then
maybe
you'll get to know peace,

and the wind will tell me it's okay for you to leave.
  Nov 2014 Oleander Micheal Osiris
Amy
Took this shot.
Hit this bowl.
Weren't such a tease.
Lived a little.
Stopped caring about what other girls think of you.
****** me.
Were a stoner.
Embraced your "ratchet-ness".
Stopped acting so emotional.
Stopped over-reacting.
Stopped Being Who You Are.

You might not have said that last one out-loud...
But you might as well have.
Sometimes the people that are closest to us, are the ones the end up hurting us the most.
"Colored"

E-Q-U-A-L-I-T-Y         X

F-R-E-E-D-O-M           X

I-N-T-E-G-R-A-T-I-O-N   X

S-E-G-R-E-G-A-T-I-O-N     ✔

O-P-P-R-E-S-S-I-O-N         ✔

I-N-E-Q-U-A-L-I-T-Y          ✔

"Colored"
I had a Sub the other day. She described how it was for her growing up during the Civil Rights Movement before and after mentioning her first spelling lesson was how  to spell "Colored" from her mother. The seed was planted and I kept thinking and this is what I got. Hope y'all enjoy ^-^
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