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 Dec 2016 Lynde Rose
Chameleon
Oil
 Dec 2016 Lynde Rose
Chameleon
Oil
I miss wrapping my arms
around you under neon lights.
The smell of your t-shirt when my nose
was pressed against it in bed.
Watching the trail of cigarette smoke
sway side to side during deep conversations in cars.

I can still hear the roar of the highway,
at 7 a.m that June morning.
It blended in well like an oil painting;
next to the sun, The Beatles, and your smile.
Farewell my love,
May we be together in our next lives
when no one will hold us back
and tell us we weren’t meant to be together,
for the sun adores the moon from the distance
and then once every few millennium,
holds her graceful silver form in his golden strong embrace
during every tide of the interlacing full eclipse,
where separated souls and bittersweet loves,
are finally reunited.
For forbidden love
 Jul 2016 Lynde Rose
Neha shimoga
I hit the bed hard
in suffocation.
Just one last sight of
you would be my resuscitation.
I layed in an obfuscous
place with a malicious
mind and a heartless
vessel. I heard the heavy
throbbing of my virtuous
heart from a very long
distance. All I wanted
was my heart back
from the beast
with enticing eyes
but a black soul.
My legs started palpitating
when I got up because
the place I was in, was cold.
A place not meant for living
was what I was told.
My weakness was dragging
me down but a part of me
was stolen which had
to be brought back
to get
out of this shuddersome
prison.
I took a step forward and
saw  crooked lines made
of ice forming
on the walls of this
dark place.
I walked a little farther and
saw a little girl weeping.
She touched me and her
past just came in flashes.
Her heart was stolen a
long time back and was
never returned by the beast.
I continued walking and saw
a red bird flying in the dark
inky place.
It was nothing but a part of the beast's heart enjoying by
annihilating and crushing
other's dreams....
As I kept walking farther
I saw a malignant spirit
waiting outside the cage
in which my poor heart
was trapped in.
I ran towards it but the filthy
spirit didn't let me go close
to it.
Just then I realized that I was
in the body of the ugly cold hearted
beast whose soul was the spirit
standing outside the cage and was
not willing to give my heart back.
I was trapped inside the
atrocious place forever.
When we give our heart to somebody special, we have no assurance that it will be safe with them. Some people keep it safe where as some people damage it and break it and it stays with them forever. It is very important to get your precious little heart back from the person in order to move on.
This poem is all about me who wants her heart back . I enter the atramentous body of the human (beast) who stole my heart and never returned it back but I realize that I am not the only victim in this game and my heart is trapped in his body forever.
This poem portrays how cruel his soul is. He has been compared to a mephistopheles as he has crushed and broken a lot of people's dreams. He has no shame and is not capable of falling in love.
Who's amazed that whites don't get it?
They live within this bubble of no clues of dealing with racism.
Rules guided by them and made by them according to their views.

For years, the black male has been the target of white males cops with a self-superiority.
Without knowing that history of dealing with minorities hadn't been good toward them.

Most police brutality is led by them.
Excuses given is high among them.
Only when exposed like a cheater does the truth affects them.

But at that point the district attorney has no choice but to level charges against them.

Oh, for sure, many feels raising their voices gets them respect.
Except that's not completely true.
We see many hiding behind the badge connected to racial groups.

Only surprising to a few.
And we aware of who?
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