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 Oct 2015 cwhite
Wednesday
"Loving her was like shaking hands with the devil. "
Loving her was a soft suicide.

A bottle of pills and a warm bath,
candles lit around your head like a glowing halo.

Loving her was a steady shock.

A fork in an outlet and a buzzing in your spine.
Loving her was the agony of a quick snap of a bone.
The long ride to the emergency room,
listening to music you never liked.
Especially not now.

Watching her leave was almost worse.

Almost better.

It was the swift pain of a steel toed boot in the
soft part of your stomach.
The gasp of the crowd in the busy bar.
The realization no one was going to step in and help.

Yes, loving her was surely relentless, inevitable pain.

So you turned into a person who kissed feet and
fell to their knees.
Bandaged yourself up and then asked to bleed a little more.
And the truth is..

You almost liked it.
dead bodies floating
in our oceans
from the Asian Pacific
to the Mediterranean

crumpled corpses lying
on our beaches
thousands drowned unknown

overcrowded detention centers
not unlike concentration camps
behind barbed wires
guarded by police and snarling dogs

nobody feels responsible

not  those who started wars
destroyed whole cities
made millions homeless
and into refugees

not those who take advantage
of the chaos for their own gain
abusing the names of their gods
or some ancient figurehead
to excuse their atrocities and greed

not those who live
in comfortable homes
and wish the desperate crowds
would just stay on the TV screen
and not come close

nor those who pretend
to be the guardians
of our great humanitarian heritage
but show no backbone
against nationalist fanatics

it is the shame of the world
to sit and talk and watch
and not do enough

those who turn away
the needy and homeless
could also
      quite suddenly
lose their homes

forced to rely
on the kindness of strangers
I had a dream..
a dream in which the world was still pure,
barely touched..
The only houses were made of wood..
The only sound i could hear was the sound of nature..
The inhabitants i saw,were happy even though they had nothing linked to technology..
They were not wealthy,but surely healthy..
Children were learning to hunt..by their parents themselves...
They had no five star hotels,but they were happy with what they had to eat..
I had a dream,where there was peace among the inhabitants..
They had respect for each other..
There was no difference in their statuses..
and most importantly,no one was poor..

...as i said, it was a dream...
i was awakened by the loud horns of some cars,
it was undoubtedly an accident,
i heard the cries in vain,
the drivers were fighting to prove their innocence,well the ones who were still alive..
I looked through my window,
i was in the 'modern' world again,
buildings everywhere,the atmosphere was heavier than yesterday,lack of trees,people shouting,smoke coming out of factories,polluted rivers,..,and the peace was GONE!
-Sharvish
Its never too late, lets make of this world a better one to live in..
if not for you, lets do it for the future generations
you don't care about them?
You gonna be parents or grand parents one day..
a sad poem for my dinner
one gloomy for day meal
my smiles are getting thinner
dying my living will.

give me some fun write
am crying all the while
break me if you might
break me into smile.

a dark poem for my dinner
a crier for breakfast
my joys are getting thinner
sunshine is into rust.

make me one a fun read
a sparkler jolly bright
so joyous tears quickly roll
blur words from eyesight.
 Aug 2015 cwhite
Lucas Richardson
A pencil has power
but more so does a pen
Over the sword and the arrow
it's my choice to defend
 Jul 2015 cwhite
alex
our love...
exists.
our love exists,
behind closed doors,
behind four walls
that push up against my lungs
squeezing until I suffocate.
our love exists while you
stand there and stare,
open mouthed
unable to accept
the fact that you denied
a delicate butterfly
the right to take off
that you set fire to a field
of tulips that were begging
for new fallen rain.
you touch me with electricity,
but i am used to this burn.
i am used to this broken feeling;
the feeling after your wings have been
plucked off
and every last layer of skin
has been set on
fire.
for you.
 Jul 2015 cwhite
Storm Raven
Something is wrong with me,

I don't know what,

but I am different,

I feel different,

I don't feel like I fit in,

There is no place for me,

not in this society,

I am sorry,

but I am not -can not- be,

who you want me to be,

I am different,

Something is wrong with me,

I don't know what,

But something isn't right,

I am sorry,

I am not who I should be,

sorry that I don't fit in,

I can't help that something is wrong with me
 Jul 2015 cwhite
axel
just friends
 Jul 2015 cwhite
axel
we're just friends
but from the start
i always knew
you had my heart
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