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 Sep 2015 Nicole Dawn
Havran
Hollow
 Sep 2015 Nicole Dawn
Havran
"You knew of words,
but not meaning."
 Sep 2015 Nicole Dawn
WickedHope
The roses are dying
The ones on my skin
They are wilting
Wearing thin
Rain.
 Sep 2015 Nicole Dawn
Styles
The peaks of the mountains cloud the skies eclipsing the light of the sun, glaring down thier backs, melting glaziers with waves of heat.
I am not a poet
I am just a simple small town girl
I love to gaze at the stars
To feel the wind blow my hair and whisper in my ears
I love the feeling of cold mud on my skin
Laughing and screaming till I can't no more
I love to sit on the pier
To watch the sun set as it gives the sea one last kiss
I love to find a shady spot
To just sit there and imagine a world full of love and passion
I sit here, now
With my journal in hand
Writing about the art of words
But mind you, I am no poet.
Fall is here
The leaves start to descend
Others barely hanging on
While the others gave up hope
In a rush of air
The wind came and picked up the fallen leaves
For the wind loved them so
It ached his heart to see them lying lost
So he gave them warmth
I feel the fallen leaves crunching under my feet
Some leaves have gotten left behind
This is what Faith is like
We are all fallen leaves waiting for hope.
Nothing has done more to harm the planet or its inhabitants than the word progress.
The very nature of its being is to destroy, to make all things useless for  no more reason than to creating a new and useless thing.
We often think ourselves wise and nobel for the creation of the new and exciting, but the end result always takes more than is given.
Shes a diamond in the the rough and although times are tough she still strut her stuff.
Thinking to herself like
Enough is enough
I was delt a bad hand from the jump
What did I do to live in this dump
Poverty stricken
But she have faith
Faith that God will take her out such a place.
Police brutality but there's nothing she can do but accept her reality
Her cries for help is silenced
She see her kings killing each other
She want to yell out "hey man that's your brother".
Stop the violence.
You want my people to become extinct
We are being killed fast as you blink
Lies being told on the media what
are we suppose to think.
So oppressed by the opresser
Most of my people smoke and drink
Keeping our vision clouded from the truth.
Bringing ignorance to our youth.
This pain on my spirit hurts like
A bad tooth.
Nobody want to hear it until it happens to them.
Now you want to start a riot cause you birthed him..
Black woman you are the mother of the earth
When one brother die all mothers should hurt
Or at least be concerned
Cause it's another black man
Who probably never learned.
Never picked up a book, how do you think that look.
Having knowledge is power
Praying to God that I don't wax sour,
I will never hate my brother or my enemies
Cause I know that's the trick of my oppresser.
Knowing what I know.
He's a king and I'm a queen
Nothing lesser.
The way she looks at me

the way she talks to me

it does hurt me with yearning

that lusting wanton greedy thing

  

I see her eyes narrow liken to a bird of prey

that look of intensity as she stalks me without delay

if this is her sweet way

I will so work it out to play

  

This is forbidden fruit

something I should not do

but hell do it I will

to make her gush and fill

  

Oh yes I want her babies

in this fantasy world of the free

here we can play our games

with none being at all tame

  

  

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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