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 Jun 2018
Johnny Noiπ
we the people
                       want to throw
out the trash;
the                   WH is filled
w/
garbage                                  that belongs
in a house sale;
the old furniture;
the sucky           old                    paintings of perfect Protestant  strangers ;
get some abstract expressionism                  in the white house;
open                            the ******* windows;
throw out the family               that lives there;
upstairs & downstairs;
paint               the whole place;
                                pink house;
bring                      hookers on the brink
let teenage girls party in every room;
the white house lawn            is a football field;
throw                                     races & or                    hold    beauty pageants
 Jun 2018
cleann98
in a world where
you stole      
the end days      
of my life      
and sold it back to me              
for half my whole...      
faith is a business              
for the opportunist                    
and hope for the                        
luxurious-----    
----my world----        
only a room                        
and a stage wide              
dying every morning                      
and revived every night                            
pole                    
after                  
pole                
      after        ­    
pole          
after      
pole    
  and yet still none could    
catch my fall.                      
  my world where
water is as scarce          
as dryness------                              
                     and sleep is abundant in supply            
as respite is bursting in demand            
and love is a capitalist.
lol remember vanessa from deadpool?
 Jun 2018
Ahmed Fares
Million eyes are waiting
To see justice coming by
All day and night they are calling
Can we hear their humble cry
Promise I to fight with them
even if they come for me
I will give it my all
Let God take the final call
I’m so sick & tired of bad news and their satanic views
Bombing kids going to school
Join me let's move this mountain
Cause we have no better choice
Listen to their young voice
Join me brother join me now
This is for my people
 Jun 2018
Kellin
I like to believe I've married all of my past lovers in some
parallel universe
I like to believe that somewhere somehow
our love isn't
Dead.
 Jun 2018
Tameka meme chapman
All the pain I see in the streets and so sad on the tv
Our babies are dying and young kids are being killed
What has this world came too...
I pray for the better day to come out this darkness that has fallen onto our people & this world
When will we wake up from this horrible nightmare,,,
Or will it be too late to let the sunshine in again
My heart is heavy and all I can do is a seat back and pray and make sure
I teach my kids not to go the wrong way.....
Life is sooooo precious why do people take it away......
 Jun 2018
Edmund black
It’s

                             Never

                              Okay

                                To

                           ­    Treat

                              People

                                Like

                         ­      They

                                Are

                           Disposable
One Love , One Heart ,One Earth                              ONE

                                     ONE

                                     ONE

                                        
 Jun 2018
Poopypoetry
Disconnected
Not belonging in any world
Alienated from what once was my life
A scam of who I used to be
Nothing lasts forever, right?

What if I will stay a ghost
An undiscovered kind of poisonous flower
With leaves made of brick
Touching me will make you sick

My words a cloud of teargas
My voice a stinging bee
My thoughts a sword to the heart
Venomous from the start
 Jun 2018
Beaux
If I die in a school shooting
I'll never go home again.
My room will sit unused,
A capsule frozen in time,
A snapshot of how I was.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my dog again.
She will sit at the front door
Waiting for me and wondering,
Why I never came home.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never graduate from high school.
My yearbooks will sit stacked
Stopped short of their goal,
Missing years that should have been.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my mom again.
She will sit distraught,
Planning a funeral
For a child taken from her.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my friends again.
They'll sit together, missing me.
One empty seat among them,
A constant reminder of their loss.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my little sister again.
She will sit through high school
Knowing I can't guide her through,
That she has to figure it out alone.

If I die in a school shooting
My school will be stained.
Pools of students lives will sit,
Blood tattoos on the brick structures,
Marks of death ground into it.

If I die in a school shooting
Everyone will wear black.
They'll send their thoughts and prayers
To a town marred by death,
Forever to be the home of a shooting.

If I die in a school shooting
Will the world change?
Or will I become one of hundreds  
Of kids who have to die?
What will it take?

If things continue this way
Children will have to live in fear.
They'll look over their shoulders
Always worried and wondering,
If they'll die in a school shooting.
The state of Florida is now home to the two most deadly mass shootings in American history. Pulse Nightclub was attacked in my city, I have friends who attend Marjory Stoneman Douglas in Parkland. My little sister often fears going to school. I'm afraid to graduate and leave her. I want to be able to protect her if something happens. I hate that we have a reason to be afraid... That it's reasonable to have these fears. I hate it so f*cking much.
 Jun 2018
Hollau
every night she stares at herself in the mirror
watching as trails of pain slip down her face
side by side

she stares deeper into her green pools of despair;
forests where the winds are alone to call for blessings.
they beg for relief as she plunges deeper into herself

the runners are unstoppable
they ignore the creases of her rosy skin
and follow the flow of gravity

they pass her pearly teeth
braced to fight wars
because her words are stronger than she will ever be

she is a pawn in the twisted agenda of a scarred mind
which seeks to pull her apart

she presses cracked lips against a bottle
they are the finish line for her dewy sadness

the racers hang off her chin before falling to the floor

she tips her head back after the photo finish
she has lost.
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