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 Dec 2017 Mongi
Nonsense Poet
Faith
 Dec 2017 Mongi
Nonsense Poet
Faith in humanity
Keeping or losing
Burning insanity
Feeling confusing

Into the Human race
Feeling out of place
Gods and demons
They know there is no escape

Human condition
Missing civilization
A mental representation
There is no destination

The birth of tragedy
Losing faith in humanity
What is faith?
Should I take a break?

Faith or hope
How can I find the truth
Even using a telescope
It is hard to choose
#faith#humanity#insanity#escape#civilization#representation
 Dec 2017 Mongi
Emily Dickinson
917

Love—is anterior to Life—
Posterior—to Death—
Initial of Creation, and
The Exponent of Earth—
long winter
my mother wears
her mother's scarves

Written by
Goran Gatalica
 Dec 2017 Mongi
Seema
Roses
 Dec 2017 Mongi
Seema
Roses are red!!
Scattered on the bed
Really? I saw colorful ones today
I see them in the gardens everyday
Pink, yellow, orange, purple, and white
Some are light some are bright
Some are big some are small
Some are bushy some are single
Some are thorny some are smooth
Whatever style, they all look good
Roses ain't just red!!


©sim
You that breaks our clay ***
I come in **** body to gather
The remains, a remains tore
To pieces o Libya

Our laughter shards into cry
Our hustling mocks at us
Our homestead broke in smoke
As we are tools of your slavery

Here
I stand
Here
we stand

At bank shore of African glory
Killed us all enslaved us all
Tied us tie me tie we
o libyan

Push the knife
Pierce it I my bones
**** my blood
it is meant for the ritual

To quench you poverty
to quench you grief
To bring peace and love
Here i am a haunting ghost

Cant
you
see

The shores
The pole
Crying
Human
dying

O libyan
Your days
are numbered
The killing must stop

Written by
Martin Ijir
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