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 Aug 2013 KM
Eliza Jane
I can see why many people think our generation is a group of young people lost in self-absorbed apathy. We cry out for our ‘rights’, our ‘right’ to faster internet, better houses, cheaper clothes, sexier partners and better ***, better computers, and the right to basic human life is lost. We seem to be defined by the foolish actions of one-night stands, drunken tweets and emotional tumblr posts. We starve ourselves to be skinner, work out incessantly to be hotter, binge to be cooler, reject common sense to be hipster, and fight to be accepted rather than fighting for true justice and hope.

Where are the leaders? I know there are more of us! The ones who shake with rage when they witness the horrors going on across the globe and dream of saving lives. Not all of us feel the call to stand up on a podium and yell, nor do we all desire to march down the streets near Parliament House fighting for those who have no voice. We cannot do everything all at once, not alone anyway. There needs to be unity for any successful action can be taken. Yes, one passionate person can seek justice and change hundreds of situations, but just imagine if every person in the ‘wealthy’ western world sponsored just one child, that child becomes successful and sponsors another child, it pays forward and global poverty becomes a shameful story in a history book. Imagine our children asking us about what it was like when the world decided to take a stand against corruption, greed, apathy and demonic forces, what would you say? Would you tell them you were at the front line, in the medical tents? Or would you sigh and shamefully confess that you didn’t believe in the need for change because all you wanted was just that beautiful girl/boy/computer/dress/shirt/shoes/camera/whatever.

There are so many things we can do, so many organisations to be a part of, find something in this world that makes your blood boil, an injustice you cannot stand to see and find a way to help remove that injustice for good. You are not alone in this, you are able to change peoples lives - yes, Y O U! You and I, we can change the world forever, just hop out of your comfortable first world and run towards the challenges that we can beat. I believe in you
more writing than poetry, but still...
 Aug 2013 KM
Mike Hauser
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 Aug 2013 KM
Mike Hauser
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Pull my beating heart

From the hole that's in my chest

Caress it's ****** needs

Hand back what is left

Taken in my trembling hand

Placed upon my sleeve

For all the world to wonder

For all the world to see
 Aug 2013 KM
Robert Blankenship
And Jesus said
"Peace, be still"
And at the sound of his voice
The winds immeadiatly ceased
And there was a great calm

If I , as his child
Could only learn to have faith
And listen and obey
As obediently
As the elements of nature
Which cannot think
Or discern
But yet obey his commands
Absent of hesitation or apprehension
Then I will have truly learned
How to trust and obey
 Aug 2013 KM
Robyn
I'm 15
 Aug 2013 KM
Robyn
I'm 15
Yet I'm older
And nobody seems to know
That I know things
Know I feel things
I should be afraid to know
I'm 15
Yet I'm older
And I wonder why that's so
Nobody will believe me
When I say
I know
I'm 15
Yet I'm older
Still they see a little girl
I feel hampered by this child
Trapped inside me is a world
 Aug 2013 KM
Tim Knight
CHILD AT 20
 Aug 2013 KM
Tim Knight
Jumps back on the ketamine and the *******
and stands in alleyways and lanes
and forgets why the stars sit and the moon stands;
who fights demons with hairdryers and backward hats.

And it’s okay to look like your Dad you never knew,
in glances through the wood would only a few see the resemblance,
but similar hair won’t make up for lost Christmases
and days away at rain safari parks.

You’ll have to leave the fox hole through the brambles
at some point in the future,
so get scratched now and bleed a little sigh
of relief,
one that you’ve broken the tie and loosened the knot
and show us all that you’re out of your cot.
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 Aug 2013 KM
Olga Valerevna
These sticks and stones are made of bones for I am of the earth
And everything I ever throw was welcomed at my birth
I will not speak with tired tongue, these matters will not sleep
But be there some hypocrisy, my words will swallow me
And if they do I'll make them choke until I'm fully gone
The louder parts I'll lodge inside, they'll hurt to drag along
Consider it necessity, a claim I chose to make
I'll justify with every breath, I'll bend until I break
My memory will suffocate as both my lungs collapse
From bone to ash to earth again, I'll live again perhaps
The choking game.
 Aug 2013 KM
MJ
When winter is over

                        I know he will return to nurture me
              
                 I patiently slumber with my roots in the same soil

                                             Leaving me to fade, once again

             But to revisit each year, and the planter departs with no concerns

           And it is too prized for me to keep. The cold seasons have no choice          

And while I am grateful for the brilliant rain, he is hesitant and doubtful of his stay

My leaves imbibe in the comfort and I am beautiful once again

It feels as unchanged and as steady as yesterday

    My addiction grows strong

                 None other than his quenches my thirst

                                   Pouring sweet words into my roots

Cautiously arriving, he sits with me in the earth  

                             And split

       My stems snap

         I am wilted and withered


*-MJS
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