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 Sep 2015
AM
I drink until I forget my name but recall yours
I delete your contact but memorize your number
I hate myself because loving you was easier
I deny your love and you deny mine
I cry because you said "this is the last time"
and smile because you said that countless times
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
 Jul 2015
Thawann Q Ogle
Eighteen Years To Life


It looks as if a storm had just passed through here. I can't find anything; not even my mental state. I'm starting to think this entire thing over. If only I had kept to my negative state of thinking I wouldn't be in this mess. I'm starting to realize that emotions can get the best of you. Your feelings are very dangerous toys to play with, hurt is an emotion that we often come in tack with, and happiness is more spiritual than it is of physical. Im learning that you have to stick to who you are or whoever you plan on becoming. My mental aspect is blinded by my emotions. I feel as if I'm going get hurt by this man. I feel as if i will go through something I could have prevented. I always say hurt is an emotion that most times we are forced to activate; but what happens when you know something wouldn't work ? Do you still try it anyway? Try it just to say you did ? Or is it the feel? Is it the high ? What is it ? Well for me it was a good looking 41 year old man with a young soul, great sense of humor, and practically a bad temper. A temper that can be controlled so is it so bad after all ? It's bad because it doesn't work out in my favor. It's bad because his silence is ridiculously loud. He's very hard to read and as I try to maneuver  my way around his emotions he begin to tell me things that I choose not to believe; so is he really hard to read or am I just making it hard for me to read ? Not because someone say they love you means they do. Let their actions speak to you verbally. And with no hesitation you start to feed your heart this deadly poison called love. But wait come back....what if they said "I love you" and their actions do tell hopes of a happily ever after ? Then your force to become blinded by something that you don't believe in. If you know the ending why not adjust the beginning ? His words and actions have a strong alibi. Let him go I could miss out on a lot love has to offer. Keep him; chances are I prove myself right of my instinct from the beginning but do keep in mind that hurting is okay. I said I would never date someone with children; I looked past four. I said I would never date a man too older than I am and I swept eighteen years under the rug. I said I would never have *** with someone I met for a week. He made love to me so good; I begged for more. I say and have said a lot and have yet to say more but when your emotions get the best of you and your judgement is clouded by your curiosity, vulnerability, and lust. Please do tell..... Do I challenge life's theory on love or should I walk away free from love. Please advise; should I become a prisoner of love or should take the deal and walk away a free woman.
So I closed my eyes stretch my arm out and carefully place the needle in my arm.
I overdosed on this drug called love



Thawann Q. Ogle
Short story.
 Dec 2014
Bassam A
The year has ended prosperously ..
At least for me .. I don't know about you
I accomplished most of my goals
I am glad that we got to know each other

I hope that we can find
a common ground in our book,
a single page that we both stop at and rest
For that to happen I will have to slow down
or you may speed up

I may stop and wait for you
at the next coffee shop ... "Café Je T'aime"
Hope to see you there more often
My new resolution for this year is
"to keep loving you and keep our love strong"

Wish you a Very Happy Year Anew
 Dec 2014
Bassam A
By noon... the sun was shining hot
putting out an additional flare

I started to take off my shirt
and sat on a wooden chair

You can feel the sun spike the earth
I was also running out of air

Being tired and quite exhausted
Like chasing after a hare

I stood and picked myself up
almost needed hospital care

Standing away waiting for her
for something to start the flare

I needed some kind of love message
or arms that do care

It takes sugar to be sweet
One look at her hair

I needed my sweet love now
or else I'm quite in despair

Each one has a favorite thing or two
a sweet thing about their pair

For me I like my love to be
where if I need her she is there!!

Otherwise what will happen to me
If I won't get my juice and pear

My heart will be in alert mode
till it runs on just thin air!
 Dec 2014
Bassam A
You are the painting feather
and I am the canvas you draw on

With your artistic hand,
you paint on me the final touch

With a stroke, you paint a smile on
sad faces

With a swing, you paint a gentle breeze
Instead of a gusty wind

Please draw on me with ease
N' erase from me what you don't please

I love you even if you
throw the colors in the seas

I will listen to your voice
Thats a moment I will cease
 Dec 2014
Bassam A
You and I, we are like the clocks hands
I am the minutes, you are the hours
My turn is faster than yours

The time moves even if we don't

Let's get together at noon and stop
I want to stay close to your heart
 Dec 2014
Bobbie Bachelor
If you gave me
These pictures
To remember you by

I've already threw them away

If you truly loved me
You'd be with me

Today

But because you think these gifts
Can replace
What you've stolen from my heart
Don't be surprised
When I leave you behind today

If you truly love me
Come back to me

One day
 Nov 2014
Bassam A
The town is empty
Everyone is gone
to meet their family

In the middle of the town,
the airports are full of people
ready to escape and fly
Yet on the other side
they land and ready for joy

As soon as they reach their destination
the town is full again
Not on the streets they are
with the family instead they pretend

In Thanksgiving they argue
and they don't comprehend
that this Thanksgiving they should
Love each other as they would
Love each other as a friend
 Nov 2014
irinia
I don't know what love is
I just know how to take people inside
with their delicate shivers waiting to be seen
I let them use me like a stranger,
like a pillar, like a craw scare,
like a gentle touch , like forgotten certainty
I undress their dying souls in my silence
I remain in the hurt
I struggle  to spare the blinded of my words
only because there is a girl
I cannot let go
with her wonder eyes
carrying the river of blood
or dreaming of the brightness
of the others might

I don't know what love is
I only know the shape of my heart
with every man
with every woman
I recognize inside
 Nov 2014
prasad bolimeru
One on the bough above
The flower waving its petals !
The other low near to earth
The bud wagging its head !
The winks spread the fragrance
Let the passion float !
The shore is too near to the hearts dipped
In the tunes of love's nector!
For the minds caught in the sound
Of glittering stones, it is never found!
One on the bough above,
The other low near to earth !
The fragrance celestial spread all around
Make each realise, how melody of life
IS TO BE !
Even thorn wishes to shape into tender desire!
Roaring gales like to blow low through flute!
One on the bough, the other low near to earth!
The fragrance celestial spread all around!
Even hard stones melt to flow with joy!
Let the world be a garden of LOVE!
Let the melody of LIFE spread all around!
 Nov 2014
Eudora
His adorable curiosity
Heartfelt sincerity
Rare honesty
His heart's purity

Bring them back to me...

His comforting words
The kind I've never heard
Seductive and mellifluous voice
His contentment,with me as his choice

Bring them back to me...

His arousing fantasies
Romantic gestures
Perfect heartache remedies
Keeping me safe with a mysterious vesture

Bring them back to me...

The warmth of his skin
Soft whispers in my ears
Infectious wide grin
His undying trust, gathering my tears

Bring them back to me...

I'm not ready for another chapter
It's miserably unbearable
I know YOU are there, so please answer
My prayer for a miracle...
#prayingforamiracle  #you #miss #tears
 Nov 2014
Jack
~

I prayed for light, He sent me sun
I prayed for moisture, He sent me dew
I prayed for beauty, He sent me flowers
I prayed for love, He sent me you
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