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 Jan 2018
r
We can never be
both patriots and racists,
we were once the open arms
to the seas on both sides,
to the oceans of grasses
and deserts between,
we were once home
to the huddled masses
having no need for castle
walls and moats built
to segregate the freedom
we forget doesn't belong
only to us because we are
more than the buffoonery
and blowhard *******
saturating the evening news,
it takes more than a tweet
to govern a country, we are
more than the flag we hold
hands over hearts to honor,
more than the Trumpets
and twilights last gleaming,
we are the space seekers,
the star dusted travelers
brave enough to strap
ourselves to rocket fuel
and hope, we were the first
to help, we are more, and
it is time we were it again.
Resist!
 Jan 2018
Jay
Love is not about girl and boy
It's not about boy and boy or girl and girl
Love is not about gender or whether a person can shove something inside of you and call it love
Love is a four letter word more complex than the atoms and protons that make up the
universe
It's about compassion and the understanding that just because you don't understand it, doesn't mean it's wrong
Love is playing hide and seek at the age of 21
Not caring if people find it stupid
It is the deep rooted sorrow in the eyes of someone who has lost their beloved
Love is holding onto someone's hand afraid to let them go
It is the changing of seasons
The leaves dancing with the wind and the wind tugging at your hair
Love is sharing moments with people you didn't even know existed
It is the unconditional sacrifice of parents
And the willingness of children to grow up and reciprocate the nurture
Yeah
Love is laying in bed aching because there is no one beside you
It is the realization that life is better spent with companions
Growing up is one step closer to the realization of what life really is
And although we may never really know
At least we have spent it
With a little bit of love
 Jan 2018
Mary Alexander
I just realized that
Hearts are like street lamps.
Some are warm and ready to
Guide, assure, and welcome,
While others instill fear, as
They flicker in and out with
An ugly fluorescence, just
Waiting to be replaced.
It used to take me a while to
Figure out who had which lamp.
and that, my friends, is what made high school my own personal hell.
 Dec 2017
Mary Alexander
i thought about you today.
quite a ****** experience, to be honest.
the iron box full of
sick confessionals that is your heart
made me squint at the wall in front of me.
my pen stopped writing and fell
down my frayed scrap of paper
like a raindrop on a car window, and
i felt like a child confronted by a nasty bug.
picturing your face.
im still staring at the wall wondering
if these thoughts deserve any
complex, wrinkled thesaurus found words.
i frown as i notice a crack in the paint.
they dont.
 Dec 2017
Traveler
Anti surrender
Captured off guard
Forced enlistment
Slavery or starve
These are your choices
Hail to the King
Or get off your assets
And live your own dreams!
Traveler Tim
Marry X-mas!!!
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