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Nov 2020 · 56
سكين
Nothing Nov 2020
Helplessness-


We can feel each individual beat




I can feel the vibrations reach my hands




can not stop shaking



We are not meant to be angry




They say







be thankful your heart can still move

because it doesn't deserve too








but it doesn't change it






how you take your knife and stab indiscriminately






in our direction







attack







after

attack














until each spirit has been pierced
















by your shared ugly knife
Sep 2020 · 88
Nothing Sep 2020
They want you to forget
so remember
Jul 2020 · 355
Sight Haiku
Nothing Jul 2020
A wish to have lived
with a pretty lace blindfold
in a pretty world


                                                          Seven crawls out


          and though it comes from so far


                                                              slices through the lace
#haiku
Jul 2020 · 139
Sound Haiku
Nothing Jul 2020
A type of fire
that travels through one, screaming
never to echo

no one can hear it
room softened by us, no sound
no one can hear it
Jul 2020 · 178
何も
Nothing Jul 2020
more
nothing

nothing to say
nothing to think
just

empty
hurtful

dark
nothing

In the end

It'll
all
be

nothing


and maybe
that might just be



the moment


when


we


can


find




it




that may be what makes us special
Jun 2020 · 113
Can't find it
Nothing Jun 2020
It's so much easier               .
                .
                                           .                To cry out
          To let go
.
                                             to drown in whatever has us
        
     to willingly let it end         .
.                      .    
                                  ­              
                   this is were the hopeful part comes in   .

.
     but I can't seem to
  
                                             Come up with anything
Jun 2020 · 72
何も
Nothing Jun 2020
uprooted from
dew ridden dirt
and while growing from
such a sight
it's still hard to hold
on to what defines
one as human
Jun 2020 · 59
wILL You rEAD thIS
Jun 2020 · 61
Untitled
Nothing Jun 2020
A ravaged soul for the cost of being able to speak
A dark  one for wanting peace
A troubled one for sitting back
A scorched one for endurance
And a stolen one for speaking out
Jun 2020 · 71
. . . Thousands . . .
Nothing Jun 2020
thousand needles to        
                                        .         pierce a soul,  leave it withered
.        .                      .  

            and one to mend it        .           .
     .                       .              .                           .
             .                       .                    .                          .
Jun 2020 · 91
Untitled
Nothing Jun 2020
Don't hesitate speak
Don't let your voice drown speak up
claim your right to scream
Jun 2020 · 83
Silver
Nothing Jun 2020
As long
as the sliver strands
continue weaving themselves
cheering on in
that
black world
glittering
overhead
we can still hope
Jun 2020 · 94
Untitled
Nothing Jun 2020
Rally the glowing
stars, for all dear fellow be
-ings and recharge hope
Jun 2020 · 169
Untitled
Nothing Jun 2020
When not even
salt rain can escape the claws
of it's cousin

When fighting seems
pointless

That's the cue
to fight harder
Jun 2020 · 1.8k
Look
Nothing Jun 2020
With every turn
people deny what exists
with every minute scrolling
through this whitewashed set
writing becomes
harder

to every new post
the poisonous nature of
being becomes
clearer

with every new
comment
hope fades
Racism exists all across the world
racism-"prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on the belief that one's own race is superior"
Jun 2020 · 192
.
Nothing Jun 2020
.
nod
        n o d
                 n. o. d
                          n.  o.  d
                                    n.   o.   d    d.   i.   n.   g
                                                      



                                                'till the end
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G1IbRujko-***
Jun 2020 · 406
Hello . . . ?
Nothing Jun 2020
Letter
                by
                           letter

typed
to drown in       a
                                     sea
                                                       of
other's letters
voices
                                     drowning
can
you
hear
them
Is my opinion wrong
am I thinking
The wrong way
The perspective developed
is it
wrong . . . ?
Jun 2020 · 1.5k
Fury
Nothing Jun 2020
Moving forward
burning inside
as a witness to the heartbreaking truth
of humanity

We shall blow out the flame of hate
We shall instead grow the tree of acceptance
and uproot weeds of hate
to be burnt in flames of passion

And start over
Wrote with a friend
Jun 2020 · 101
Untitled
Nothing Jun 2020
With each stroke come life
With each word come being's light
'till opposed shades blend
Jun 2020 · 28
Haven't you seen it
Nothing Jun 2020
Haven't you seen it
yet
The white hair
drenched in paint
unwillingly released
gashing from a cut
onto the concrete

Haven't you heard it
yet
the white army clad black
lying their crimes away

Haven't you heard it
yet
heard how the white corrupted
souls blamed their thrill
on an old mans blunder

Haven't you felt it
yet
the anguish
The pretty white paint
being slowly peeled
off
a battle of brushes
Police push over elderly protester seen unconscious, his blood leaking onto the concrete
Later statement is release claiming that the man tripped and fell


. . .

Ugh ;-;
Jun 2020 · 61
Untitled
Nothing Jun 2020
Lying to oneself
Say I write for me
but try to find patterns
within the visible spectrum
to please those
relatively invisible
Jun 2020 · 155
Be
Nothing Jun 2020
Be
Heart of a being
to delve into utter dark
then power to light
May 2020 · 158
Can You Hear It
Nothing May 2020
Can you hear it
gasps of breath a song
can you see it
dancing white on poor black
can you smell it
the black stench of
a corpse dead within
injustice in the utopia

Can you hear it
the pleads of black corpse
a plead for humanity
Can you see it
the utopian paint being peeled away  
away
can you smell it
smell truth being spilled over
can you smell it
can you smell new layers of paint being
put over the brief truth
In memory
Of a man
Who was killed
As if not human

In recognition
that racism exists strong beneath sugared denial

In hope
That one day
no matter our race or religion
we can all see each other as equal
May 2020 · 84
F o C u s
Nothing May 2020
t h o u g h t s
r  u  n    s  c  a  t  t  e  r  e  d
l     i     k     e         l      e     a     v     e     s
n                    o                          w

l   e    a     v       i      n        g
           o               n                   e
l o   s        t

R  u     s   h   i      n   g     a     r    o   u n     
u   n      t     i       l                  
g.        o.      n.          



e.
May 2020 · 88
Why
Nothing May 2020
Why
For what reason is
The little bird kicked out of
the nest
It was different

For what reason does
rotting flesh of fellows
fertilise the ground
They were caught between a
match of boars
May 2020 · 75
.
May 2020 · 81
help me
Nothing May 2020
this website is now
my procrastination space
save yourselves while can
May 2020 · 71
Western Front
Nothing May 2020
Whichever fire passed along
is long gone
its ashes lost or camouflaged
in ground stained
from red rain

Regret stinks along the
battle ground aeons later
shock frozen onto
wherever their faces had
not been marred

fight for glory
die unknown
fie the enemy
until one in state

the price of heroism
a never ending audio
of fellow screams

from red grow red
honour the names
written in dirt and ash
and blood, to be trampled over
by desperate comrades

names tethered
to the ground
layer upon layer
drowning in each other
'till forgotten
May 2020 · 79
Little Boy (three)
Nothing May 2020
sad little boy
looked at the ashes
and poured water
so they could grow green

thoughtful little boy
exulted the flames
and placed the thumb
of an open hand on his chin

love for that brightness
forever remained
memory of its warmth
can never fade
May 2020 · 63
Aunt
Nothing May 2020
Not too long ago
people spoke about
their dreams of a
woman of beautiful soul

They spoke of seeing her
clothed in green
Spoke of conversing
with the dead woman
in dreams

spoke of hope birthed
from dreams
yet whenever I close my
eyes in hope to see
what they saw

I see a disappointed woman
staring
back
at
me
May 2020 · 80
Untitled
Nothing May 2020
one more word to make
a hundred, and a hundred
more to be at peace
May 2020 · 95
l a d d e r
Nothing May 2020
c                                        l
l.                                        a
   i       t         h          e         d
    m                                       d
      b                                         e
                                                   r
         o
           f        h     o     p     e        w
             m                                       i
                e                                        t
                                                            h
sorry, It's not that great
May 2020 · 809
R a i n
Nothing May 2020
r
   a
       i  
           n                                 b                                        
                                                    e
          ­        d                                    a
                  ­    r                                    
                                                                ­                  t
                           o                                   i
                                p                              ­   n
                                     s                                   g
          
                
                     d                      
                         r
                             o
                                 p
                                     s



                                                            ­                   o
                                                               ­       
                                                         ­        n

              t
      h
e

                                 w

      i
                                               n
          
                d
            o
        w

n    
   ­      e      
                   w

                                                         b               c
                                                            o  ­                 r
                                                               ­ r                         y
                                                          n    ­                    s
                                           ­                                          t
                                                               ­               a
                                                ­                        l
                                       ­                        s
          o
        f
                        t
               ­             h
                                e
                ­                                                     n
                                                             i
                                                   g
                                        h
                     ­          t
May 2020 · 65
LOOK AT THIS POEM
Nothing May 2020
Fellow aspiring poets
Full fledged poets
If I make it too the front page
I'll get two dollars
help me
May 2020 · 77
Little Boy (part two)
Nothing May 2020
confused little boy
watched as the flame
so bright and warm
was quelled by a fabric so small

angry little boy
stamped and cried
the flame no longer protecting
him from adult reserved reality
May 2020 · 253
Untitled
Nothing May 2020
The poems that mean
the most to one mean nothing
nothing to others

The words we hold close
we repeat in favour of
of good memories

Ones silver strand of
black, are to others mostly
bland, silver to bland
May 2020 · 70
Little boy
Nothing May 2020
Little Boy
thoughtful little boy
he gazed upon
the warm flame

curious little boy
thought
what would happen if the
flame would go
Little boy series part one
If you are interested, more is to come!
May 2020 · 92
Pizza 18
Nothing May 2020
Shall I compare thee
Pizza
To your companion who
rejects the delights of pineapple
Thou art more delicious and sweet
I think Shakespeare based food poetry should become a trend
Join the revolution
May 2020 · 140
Your Role My Role
Nothing May 2020
We raise boys with
fragile self-esteem
and girls
to coddle their
self-esteem
Some may hate to hear this
some may think I'm gender bias
but
Am I?
I believe that I am outlining truth
We both cling to our values, you and I
Both believe with utter conviction that our thoughts are truth
who is right really
May 2020 · 112
GOLD
Nothing May 2020
nothing more golden
than a delicious yes a
pineapple, yum yum
I feel like pizza
May 2020 · 106
who
Nothing May 2020
who
I think I'm right
You think I'm wrong
I think
my headscarf looks quite pretty
you think it
is a chain
I think
that all people, no matter
their culture
can get along
but you think I'm wrong

I think
my stubbornness is
reflected
in you
so who
who is right
May 2020 · 102
Then
Nothing May 2020
Remember when we
used to crave adventure then
then reality
Seriously though, anyone have any tips on how to write a good haiku?
May 2020 · 80
Help
Nothing May 2020
a withered flower
sometimes just needs a little
bird, to find itself
anyone know how to write a decent haiku : /
I definitely can't

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