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Josiah Jack
never uttered a sound
when they dragged him away
from the scene.
when his poor body
was eventually found,
the treatment endured,
had been mean.

With no tongue in his head
they had left him for dead.

With a month
on his back,
he did indeed
contemplate.
Only sin
“he was black”
hence forth
this weary state.

They attacked in the night,
hooded and white.

All in all
he was
lucky
to be
breathing at all,
all because
he was plucky,
all because
he stood tall.

A ***** they said
should lower his head.

Were they hooded
for fear?
Were they hooded
in shame?
Most likely,
once covered,
they could hide
of their name.

If things were so right,
why hide out of sight?

Bravery isn't
a word for the ****,
Cowards,
this word comes to mind.
Bravery comes
when there's only one man,
not one
with ten more stood behind.

I will strike in a pack
with someone watching my back.

Their plan
was to ****,
this man
Josiah Jack.
Perhaps they
get a thrill
when someone
cannot fight back.

They get real loud
when they join with the crowd.

Josiah
knew well
that if he
raised a hand
his kin folk
would feel hell
from this
unruly band.

So he did not fight
but gave in to his plight.

They think
they were hidden
beneath that
white hood,
Josiah's hearing
is sound
and his
memory is good.

So when things are forgot,
he will take of his lot.

That's exactly
what happened,
as they lay
in their bed.
The flames hurled
with fury
the sky
filled with red.

This man barbequed them like fish on a rack
and no one put it down to Josiah Jack.
13th July 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
 May 2015
MysteryBear
I woke up one day
The end of my bed,
A jewelry box
Pink as the ribbon they used to represent her;
I traced over her disappearing fingertips
The rim of the box clicked open,
It clicked to life
The music tickling my ears;
A plastic ballerina stands as a guardian
Hands in the air
Waiting for someone to join her,
Twirling around like my eyes that follow her,
To see we are all alone
 May 2015
MysteryBear
I know you'll forget me
One way or another
50/50 chance
I'll leave or you
But until then
I will savor up your love
Drown in your kisses
Dance through the arguments
And I won't blame you for the day our love comes to an end
Our love can't possibly last with the life I'm forced to live
 May 2015
anu
I don't want to think about you
But i don't think nothing other than you
How mad to like someone deep...
 Feb 2015
JustChloe
Dad
Dad
as anger radiates off you
like the heat of the ground
I freeze
your face is full of hatred
and pain
you come home from work
just to scream at me again
"CHLOE!" you scream
I just nod my head
wont speak
I'm to scared I will scream instead
"DID YOU LEAVE THIS MESS?"
I look around and realize it wastn me
I could be free
but i just nod again
I wont let my sister die inside like i already did
you move so slow to me
but your so fast and strong
you grip my under my arms
throw me up to the wall
scream at me for so long
dont cry stay strong
when your done you let me fall
the carpet catches me
bruises on my arm
I stand up before he can see the harm
but hes already gone
going downstairs to work
ignoring my mom
I wish i could save him
but hes to far gone
D
 Jan 2015
Domino Black
When we met for the first time,
You were dressed in black,
I knew that I liked you,
And that you liked me back.
And then on our first date you were dressed in blue,
It brought out your eyes,
Which were undoubtedly the things,
I loved most about you.
When you were sad,
You wore hats,
Because they made you feel hidden,
But, I think they made you look cute,
And so that's why you did it.
When you were happy you'd shine,
No matter what you wore,
But it was probably expensive,
From a high end store.
And that night I told you I Loved you,
For the first time,
You wore an ugly grey sweatshirt,
Because, well, that sweatshirt was mine.
You wore a black dress,
That night I said I wanted to die,
Then you went out with friends,
And with some other guy,
I told you "I hate this",
And you said I'm too emotional,
You wore that same black dress,
The next week to my funeral.
The next week,
And week after that,
I still saw you wearing it,
The one black dress ,
I said was my favorite.
I love you,
I miss you,
I'll leave it at that,
But, it's hard to see you from heaven,
When you keep wearing that hat.
 Jan 2015
Unwanted
If i could be anything in this whole wide world,
I'd be your tear drop.
Born in your eyes,
live on your cheeks
and die on your lips
 Jan 2015
MysteryBear
Some people believe that dreams warn us

Others believe that its depictions of your subconscious

I had a dream of of our lips pressed against each other
Me laid under you,
Watching your lips curl up with every touch
But then you started chasing me
The look on your face was not the same
The tension was heavier
The knife was sharper

I woke up in fear
*And turned over in bed
To see the same smile I fell in love with
Love is trusting them not to hurt you
 Dec 2014
Aimee Harris
When life is asleep
And my only company is Lady Lightning
And Madame Thunder
I sit wondering
If the rain against my window
Has ever trickled down yours
If the water that soaked my clothes as I walked home
Has ever run down your face
And reached your eye
A tear in reverse.

Are you seeing the same bolts of lightning that I am?
Does the light give a faint glow to your night
Where it illuminates the dark for me?
Do you hear this thunder growling?
Can you hear it shouting its presence?
Would you hear me shouting your name?
Would my voice carry over this emptiness?

Would you listen?

The rain is fading
Yet the thunder still calls
And dear God does it sound like your voice.
Midnight thunderstorms are my favourite
 Dec 2014
Carolin
She has ink dripping
from her lips. He blames
that on the poetry she
drinks after each and
every kiss she gives to
him on his cheeks and
ribs. Sometimes in his
mouth as she claims that
it's her cathedral and the
only place where she
confesses all of her darkest
sins. He sends kisses down
her spine. As if it holds the
knobs to the doors of her
fragile broken soul. Hoping
that each kiss will lead him
in. This is the story of where
their new life begins. There
tangled in the sheets of his
warm cozy bed. And that was
the moment when they both
paused and said the best is yet
to come. And our young love
will live on and on* ~
 Dec 2014
Devon Webb
We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.
It's worth it though.
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