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 Feb 2017 Bianca Reyes
Lucas Kyle
OIL AND WATER
Heartbeats turn to thunder
Thoughts rush through like a raging river
Knees shake
Speech is jumbled
All goes black but the vision of an angel
All goes silent but her enchanting voice
Is this a drug or a disease?
Pulled to her like the moon to the sun
But does the sun enjoy the presence of the moon?
Close enough to touch her, yet infinitely far from her heart
Like oil to water: present, but intangible
So too she stands in the valley of hearts
For all eternity, together will they be
But never to mix, never to see
A union of substance, to share in each other
All the world allows is separation from another
Although they share the same identity
Their impossible union is never meant to be

But To give her forth arm
Is all I still seek to do
All that consumes my mind
A beautiful waste of time
it echoes loud and clear,
a thunderstorm passing by.
reverberating within my mind,
bringing with it flashes of confusion,
bolts of newfound understanding,
With it I have lost all sense of identity.
This diversity thunderstorm is new territory,
lands desperate for travel & discovery.
Who am I?
What do I feel is correct?
I'm lost wandering through the rain.
 Feb 2017 Bianca Reyes
Ramin Ara
Shut
Both
Eyes
And
See
With
Other
Eye
Everywhere you go
You see the same hoes
Throwing up deuce signs
And showing bra and ***** holes
*** shots galore
Posing on the floor
By an opened door
Thinking they a star
When they average joes
Hoes come in many fashions
No color bashing just blasting
All these fakes
Sitting on social media
Ain't got nothing in they names
But an account
And few followers for the fame
Internet celebrities
At best they say I'm hatin?
How humpty you getting played see
By the industry
Thinking you a women
But really a ***** day n night
Like Al B Sure
Don't get upset with me
Cuz of the choices you
Made in society in reality
Real women seek goals
And girls seek attention
So break that spiritual prism
You mored fused than a religions
Mixed with a bunch of ***** n *****
And at they same time
You at church making confessions n ****
Bet you thinking God smilin cuz of yo wilding
Sit down darling you startling
My words be sticking you like Marlin
Pardon me
I can't help but to expose the truth
Light upon the darkness
Grazin yo temples
Stop being simple and replica of Thot Central
A rush, panic
nothing calm or sure
as if we hadn't done this ten,
twenty, thirty times before and
now a prop's missing
a line's dropped
but no-one let on,
the show musn't stop
for our touch-ups of makeup to
make us look worn
a fake limp - a real one,
a tired shirt torn,
coins on the table,
ribbon in my hair,
waistcoat, tie, jacket and
a deadly stare - there's
no time to wallow
in success or mistake
the stage is a world
and we only get one take.
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