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 Feb 2015
Micahel De Tomasso
" Will you be in my hands once again?
Have the tears stopped running down your face,
Hoping the sorrows have fled from the misery's of
that forgotten place.
Are you on your way home?
Can you fill me with the desires of years ago?
Can we store the hurt that was so hard of letting go?
The visions in our souls were many,
can they be seen when you return?
I pray they will, without having to learn.
My heart still beats in tune with yours.
Does your's still hold the same notes?
Another dance, another whisper to my ear, but only
of different quotes.
My door is open, as i wait for you to knock.
My hand will rise quickly as i undo the lock.
We stand, and stare before the clutch of our hands,
You've "COME HOME" i reply with a tear in my eye.
You dried it off as you said. "Yes, with no more goodbye's."
 Feb 2015
Dhaye Margaux
Let it be
I leave everything to You

If I have to be hurt again,
please make this heart numb
dry my eyes
block this mind
and let me unable to remember

what is the difference
between love and pain
Tired...
 Feb 2015
NicoleRuth
Love?
Its a belief for the strong willed
Whose hearts are reinforced with steel
But attached with windows nonetheless
Large ones
To let them in
The ones that truly matter

But for us?
It is not love that awaits
It is not possible ever afters that lie in our destiny


At least
That's what they tell us
The brave ones
The believers

We are not destined for love they say
Too broken to be gifted eternal love
To weak to choose the right one

But maybe
Just maybe they could be mistaken
Just maybe they figured us wrong

Because we do feel love
We drown in it every single day
It may not be the purest kind
But it still is love

We give up everything for it
Our bodies
Our minds
Our souls
Just for that one love

Our love is not perfect
It never was
Always tainted by desire and lust
Filled with passion and dreams
Breaking and fixing us constantly

The believers mock us
Ridiculing our love
If it is not pure it is not real they jeer

But they are mistaken
Terribly so
the truth is we can love
Probably with more strength than they

Maybe that's why they hate us
Maybe that's why they bring us down

We can love
And we will
For the rest of time
Always and forever
this is what i want to say to all those who judge without knowing, who hate without understanding and who hurt without feeling...
 Feb 2015
kay
I am allowed to be alone.
I am allowed to enjoy solitude.
I am allowed to not want to spend time with anyone.
I am allowed to feel like this for days at a time.
I am allowed to be antisocial for a month.
I am allowed to feel the exact opposite the next day.
I am allowed to not be like you.
I am allowed to do what I need to.
I am allowed to be alone.
 Feb 2015
kay
We all own other people.
In parts.
We cut out the things we want with words and wear the pieces as badges
Medals.
Blood dripping sashes.
Words are knives and we ask for the cuts people may deign to give us
We want to be owned in those parts so we can own them in turn.
I wonder what pieces
I've let people take from me?
 Feb 2015
Vincent Chukwuemeka
embryos abandoned by narrow-minded chauvinists
became creations that  were left to the vagaries of women
hallowed feminists with their Ankara bags
perfumed head-ties with glittering beads
the sounds of their colliding bangles filled the space
they had no invitation to the platform
but their ways had won a people’s heart

protectors of knowledge
intellectual midwives
the people of the Village of Faces
salute you!
this is a praise poem; powerful women is different from women in power
 Feb 2015
The Good Pussy
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 Feb 2015
Steven Muir
I.
Don't hit your child
because of something they can
never control.

II.
If you aren't able to
raise someone
who's queer, disabled, or mentally
"Wrong", as you'd call it,
don't raise anyone at all.

III.
You can't expect your
idea of a perfect child.
 Feb 2015
nivek
and I was born to run and hide
until that fateful day
I stood and fought and the fighting
has never stopped
a fate-full day of life
 Feb 2015
Bailee Carter
Scars remind us where we've been, but they don't have to dictate where we're going.
 Feb 2015
Kirui Frank Junior
All I need is love
But it is the true one that want to have
Let me feel thy sweetness
Make my heart be filled with happiness.
Conversing emotion
Keeping love in motion;
Vibrant hearts
Nothing hurts;
Clouds of love as huts
Without you, I'm going nuts.
If by any chance
To the rhythm of my heart, you cannot dance,
Please be true to me
And don't ever fool me,
Don't give my heart false hope
Give me some time to mope;
A piercing pain is what I'll feel
Hoping for the time when I will heal.
This is a unified work of two
Kirui and Blythe.
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