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 Jul 2016 Jocie
Nolan Higgins
And all your heros are gone,
but you refuse to take off the mask.

A loudmouth, a capitalist,
with greasy hair and a golden toothpick,
he is your enemy
he is your oppressor and
he sits upon a throne of coal and blood
with armed security
and a nation built for him,
to protect him and his money,
a police state, pat downs on the corner,
murdered in the street,
your daughters gotta eat.

He grows fatter and fatter still,
he loves complacency,
he loves contentment,
he invests heavily in both.

He knows we are strong,
he knows we are many,
he knows he must divide us to win,
he knows we're his greatest weapon,
so he created Fox News,
he created TMZ,
stealthily,
we didn't even notice,
he created NPR and KVIE,
he gave them masks that look like ours.
They look poor,
they look starved,
they look like us, but they have a different master.

Our master is the earth,
our master is our coworker, our neighbor, our mailman,
our dishwashers, our bus drivers, our minimart clerks.

Our masters are not the TV,
our masters are not the radio,
our masters are not the New York Times,
they are not National Geographic,
they are not BP,
they are not our principals, our administrators,
our policemen, our CEOs, our investors, our bankers,
our insurance providers,
these people hate us,
they hate us because they can't squeeze blood from a stone,
and
the rivers are running dry,
the factories are standing still,
the people, our masters and our friends,
they're in the streets,
they're shouting "BLACK LIVES MATTER"
they're shouting "NO JUSTICE NO PEACE"
"NO MORE WAR FOR OIL"
"**** THE POLICE"
"DOWN WITH THE 1%"

and soon
and soon,
The False Gods will grow so fat
and we'll have nothing left to eat but them,
and on that day we'll sit down to dine
and it won't be civilized and it won't be pretty,
their blood, our blood, will feed the rivers and their flesh will feed our hungry children and their money will burn and warm our chilled bones but we can't wait,
we can't wait for this to happen because everyday they grow stronger,
we grow weaker and the river becomes dryer.

The Bourgeois is our enemy,
they say 'All Lives Matter'
they say 'Work Hard and Your Dreams Will Come True'

BUT THEY LIE
 Jul 2016 Jocie
Siren Coast
I dreamed I was a siren
I watched you from new points of view
under neath the water
you stroked the surface
propelling your board
I followed you down the coast
I tried not to grab your hand
knowing basic instinct was to drown
But I did it anyway
I dragged you down
I tried to fill you with my soul
But your love for the sea and mine differ
you almost made it back to land
I could have let you
But I needed you to feel my pain
I drowned you in the sea
You drowned me in the sand.
 Jul 2016 Jocie
yāsha
The word 'friend'
brings an echo of headache
to my solemn mind
for I have no more strength
to fathom of what it really is.
I am exhausted of this cycle
of myself
trying to understand those
who cannot even understand me.
I am exhausted
of giving my trust
to someone
with a playful mind--
I just stood in my place
like a a string in a candle wax--
I was burning,
I was in pain,
but still,
even though I tried to protect them
I ended up hurting them instead


     again.
                again...
      and
again.
i think i lost a friend...again
 Jul 2016 Jocie
aj
blood diamond
 Jul 2016 Jocie
aj
as the blacklight morning
eats away at god's empty heaven
angel's cry tears of blood and
shed their hair -
gold as the sun at the midday hour

diamonds cut out the throats of
lovers

they bleed

the crimson rage oozes,
and drips in thick, blobs of terror

heaven waits for hell to freeze over and
the devil welcomes me home

and all was the same as if
the world had held its breath for me
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 Jul 2016 Jocie
Colten Sorrells
Up until recently
man, my life has been tragic
people were drawn to me
like I'm some kind of magnet
and instead of the last
I accepted the first
and of all of types of souls
I attracted the worst
and I used to blame fate
for how things used to be
but now I realize
that it's all up to me
but I hurt all the ones
that were trying to help
told me I thought of them
when it was all myself
and so I was convinced
that I could do no wrong
blamed them all for the things
that were me all along
I thought myself a God
but I was just a clown
and the walls I built up
soon came crumbling down
seen that nothing I'd built up
had actually lasted
and I suddenly realized
almost if by magic
that the seeds that I planted
would all start to grow
so I'll put in the hours
and reap what I sow
Repost from March 26th...again, looking back at this now the amount of personal growth is staggering
 Jul 2016 Jocie
Stephan
Promises in a burlap bag
slung over your shoulder
offering three for dollar
(I've already heard it twice before)
Maybe this time I will be lucky

I found a penny heads up,
but didn't have the sense to pick it up


Still an echo spins atop a broken record
repeating the same chorus
no matter what song is playing
that all are tired of hearing by now

Oldies but goodies are just as bad
as the first time you heard them


Spinning yarns
in coloful fabric weaves,
braided possibilities that never
seem to shrink in the wash

The button for gentle cycle
broke a long time ago


But there is always that chance
when we lean on words
hoping they support the message
delivered once again

*Chances are like matches,
using the last one is always bad luck
Bitter  tongues
Set forth
The best example
I know not to be YOU
 Jul 2016 Jocie
Bailey
Dreams
 Jul 2016 Jocie
Bailey
rolling,
giggling,
laughing
'til
it
hurts
.
Pet
soft
hair,
stroke
soft
cheek,
kiss
chapped
lips

White
fluffy
sighs
.
Navy
deep
cuddles
.
These
things
I
only
wan­t
with
you
.
<3
dreams
 Jul 2016 Jocie
Lauren R
Can words ever really be enough?

So picture this:
Mother's perfume
Cannabis car seats
Lover's knuckles
Best friend's scars
Saddest sunset

Watch me as I turn every word into
My grandpa, gardening
My best friend, taking a selfie
Me, worrying if you hate me
A tree, rotting in its grave
The way the world is so quiet
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