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 Nov 2020
Nidhi Jaiswal
✨B/W✨
"Night nd morning
Dream nd reality
We are lost in fairy land
Magic in our soul
And
Glitters in our vein.
"

Thanks for reading
 Nov 2020
Graff1980
Better angels than me,
left their marks
on the hearts
of our society,

but the demons and beasts
left their broken teeth
embedded in my dense skin.

Fairies and ghost
played fairytale hosts
to hopeful fantasies,

but werewolves and vampires
left pierced flesh
slashed and bleeding,
feeding what they were needing
to keep existing
in a world without
magic or doubt.

There is no Superman waiting
to swoop in a save me,
but real villains are out there
stealing my feelings of hope,
killing the ways that I cope,
cause I can’t go deep
enough in sleep
to keep real monsters from
haunting me in my final
reckoning.
 Nov 2020
Graff1980
The greatest form of wisdom
is external and internal compassion,
knowing that though others
need forgiving
some of that blessing
should be invested
in oneself.

To be present in the moment
feeling the sweet enjoyment
of how we live,
not fretting over the past
or dreading what is coming next.

So, I smile and stand polite,
enjoy the quiet night,
cause anything can go wrong
just as anything can go right.
 Oct 2020
Graff1980
Plastic faces
line these places
pale figures
with thin skin
masks hiding
everything.

Lace this life
with a little
strychnine,

draw the line
snort it
just to kick
it up
a notch.

Blow out
all the doubt
let it go,
let your
whole body
stop
drop
and flop.

**** the minute
****** time
till you find

truth is a lie.

No joy last
forever,
not even
the clever
get out of this
*****
alive.
 Oct 2020
Graff1980
Do not imagine that you are good,
when you lie and distort
deceitfully report
misinformation as facts,

when the evidence lacks
any real facts
that supports your side
but you decide
to demonize the guys.

When you run your mouth,
spewing hate and deception
to cloud the perception
on Americans,

when you let hate reign
ruling over those in pain
with a boot on their neck
to keep keeping them and check
and do not let them breath.

Do not make light of the plight
claim that you the right are right.

Be careful because we good hearted
pacifists are tired of the terror you insist
on enforcing on others.

Rage runs both ways
and if you are unwilling to change
if you continue to succumb
to the thumb of the derange,

this experiment can change,
countries are not eternal
cultures and ideas fade,

if you refuse to use
your power for good
then mother nature
of our good natured brotherhood
will change the world for you.
 Oct 2020
Graff1980
It’s a chilling feeling
seeing that sic glass ceiling
crash and cut one of us,
watching a vital man
go from do to try
then try to die,
cause he can’t get by.

I do fine,
killing time
cause I can afford to
waste it and still make do.

But it is strange when
I see other men, women,
and children suffering,
got a tinge of guilt
from the cushion I built
cause it’s not paradise,
but still a pretty comfy life.

What a ****** in this summer
to see single moms struggling,
juggling two jobs and terror
cause the virus out there
will **** them faster
than the poverty in here.

So, what if I pass a ten
to a stranger on the corner
every now and then.
No big deal
that I try to make people feel
a little more joy
and a lot less ill.

It’s just a little friction,
not even a fraction of the resistance
needed to slow the sad decline
of these troubling times.
 Oct 2020
Graff1980
I’ve seen
life **** the
marrow and steam,
from the hearts
that screams
waking to nightmares
from other bad dreams.

I’ve seen sorrow
spin and spill
the bottle
that makes
them feel ill.

I’ve seen chunks
come up
as fools pay the
the steep price
for late night
gotta get a life
fun time
gone wrong.

I’ve seen the road
that consumes
a broken body,
a choking
toking
player
spending his last chip
just to spit nasty bits
and end it.

I’ve seen horror,
but being blessed,
I got to wake up
less depressed then when
I fell asleep crying.
I lived while
others were dying.
I got knack for surviving.
despite all the crap I have seen.
 Oct 2020
Graff1980
Little boy blasting,
out on the streets rapping,
while other children keep clapping.

It’s as beautiful site.

Living amidst destruction
but trying to construct
an art form from love
because adults
in power haven't stepped up.

Little girl marching,
rigidly standing against
environmental destruction
another young leader of the people.

It’s as beautiful site.

But this shouldn't have to be
the fight of their young lives.
Why are they out there
trying to save our lives
when we had so many
generations to stand up
and do what’s right?

One grown *** idiot
is barely living up
to the ideals he believes in,
leaves the struggle
to the children
who seem to have more
heart instead of him.

While he writes celebrating
their success and greatness,
he settles in to accept this mess
because he doesn't really believe
it will get any better than this.
 Oct 2020
Graff1980
The red apple
reflects perfect
imperfect randomness
of this
wild world
that whirls
in my malleable mind.

False fabric skin
folds in
concealing
empty pockets
that we pretend
are not there.

While
two fish swim
diving in
and out of
our fishbowl
forehead
as Pisces
abstractions
such a strange
water sign reaction.

Till, dark waters
rise
from behind
my already
cloudy eyes
and drowning mind.

This is lazy writing,
soft lightning
inspiration recovered
from other
poems
and translated into
the language I use
to handle my
mad hatter nature.
 Oct 2020
Graff1980
Used to punch
metal freezers,
shred my bare knuckles
on a black bag
when I didn’t feel like
wrapping my hands with
***** dishrags.

But I put those fists down,
lost the pit fire,
let those flames expire
cause I was so tired
of how that rage burned.

Simmering passed
a soft-boiled brain,
used to workout
just to dull the pain,
now I workout at night
just to feel a little more alive.

Dreams won’t let me
go to sleep gently,
or rest peacefully
but it is the waking hours
that are more disturbing.

Always been a fighter
even when
I wasn’t even
scrapping with
other slack jawed idiots.

Sometimes it is just
my own mind
that I am battling,
as my demons come
ready to swallow me.
 Oct 2020
Graff1980
What darkness did we inherit?
What sick gift did we receive
from our poorly informed parents
who thought that they were right?

Was it genetic buried in our DNA,
making it almost certain that
we would turn out the same way?

Was it in our up bringing
the sick streaming of violence
and language that was demeaning?

Is it our destructive birth right
to perpetuate the same plight
that plagued our family life
with late night outbursts
of abuse that hurt worse
than falling off our bikes
or banging our head against
the thick mental metal bars
of our psychic cement prison?
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