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 Jun 14 Renee C
Arna
Every time I expect something from life,
A flood of questions rises within:
Don't expect. Accept and adjust.
Be happy with what you have.
Many don’t even have what you do.
And many more voices echo the same.

But what if my expectations are simple?

Simple like -
A homely atmosphere,
A loving family,
A supportive friend,
A peaceful life,
A meaningful profession.

Are these huge to expect from life?
Sometimes even the simplest hopes feel like luxuries. Is it wrong to dream of peace, love, and belonging?
 Jun 14 Renee C
nivek
minds sifting information
ordering in importance

contemplation a minds nourishing
seeing beyond the facade
I asked
are we finished yet
and was told by myself,
you've not even started yet.

*** this for a lark
which, by the way
is still asleep.

and it's not chocolates, Forrest,
life is a box of tiredness
where you're so sleepy
you put your socks
on the wrong feet.

I thought it was a plus sign
but it's a cross,
something else to hang around
my neck and weigh me down,

the sky
rock salmon pink
I think,
pretty.

always the to and fro
to stay or to go,
I think
that's the real question
William.

Cream in my coffee
because the
milk went sour
which we all do
at times.
 Jun 7 Renee C
Neil Mcpake
Fearing his shiftiness made his mummy and  daddy weep you could see the fear in there eyes. Knowing there son had pollution in his body. Which made him shout out in anger always wanting more money. Trying to creep in after dark all alone but they keep telling him this is not his home. Hidden away safely are their jewels and expensive things but nothing is to hard to find for this ****** king. Drowned out in a sorrow of sound with flashing blue lights lighting up a dreary grey sky. Now cuffed up on the floor covered in blood with needle marks, open wounds and sores. He still can't see he's  just a pawn in this drugs war. As the cell door shuts behind him. As he starts his sentence there's a secret regret and repentance on his face. Knowing he's going to have the runs like a cricket score feeling like he's been battered red raw. Even on morphine and codeine he still can't dream as he wakes up with the sweats to put on his oversized prison jeans. The only addicts that don't come back are the ones who always stay clean like the man called dean.
this poem is about the fight that the parents have to keep there sons clean and lengths they take to try to stop there world from falling apart. Even though people on drugs need help you still need to let them know it's tough love or there walk over you.
X86
Holding the pads trying to remember
The sequences working with a southpaw
You have to think one way
Doing everything backward
Trying to think fast without explaining
Keep the drills going not wasting time
Focused on technique learn to slow down
Drill with form pause to take a beat
Reset then start over again
The pop from the gloves hitting the pad
Side steps to keep from being flat footed
A Starfish lying dead
on the beach
when touched by waves
begins to breathe.
 Jun 6 Renee C
Jay Jelly
BILLBOARD
Fraying
Paper heart cuts
A penny for my thoughts
The sinking feelings
In the back of my head
Swell
Has the quicksand won
Falling short
The hourglass has fallen
Fly on the wall
Shocked
Talking to god
Black butterfly sputters
Stuck in a cocoon
Trying to disguise
The hurting
Defuse the situation
At all cost
Mourning
When the sun
Won’t rise on your street
Advertisements cold and wretched
Far from fake news
From shore to shore
It continues to print tirelessly
Realistically
What exactly
Am I looking at
Head in my hands
All this blasphemy
Nazareth
Paint a prettier scenery
Produce much better results
Someone call a hearse
Inner circle
Who’s pulling the strings
Holy wars
I’m all ears
Dark ballads
Never missed
There mark
They mocked and prodded
Any chance they got
No vacancy sign
Guess it wasn’t bright enough to see
Clearly
Yet you all lived
In my head rent free
Like a bad neighborhood since birth
And I want what I’m owed
Plus back pay
A billboard that should be
Burned to scrap donated elsewhere
Idyll as I am
I’ll take a one way ticket to a new euphoria
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