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 Mar 2017 Rea
Arianna Skelcher
If you are to bear a child
Let someone into you, and release a being into your womb,
Let it grow
And then birth it from your stomach and into the world
You shall not abandon this new life, this new life should be the center of your universe
Not compared to the serpent, because you wanted the apple
There are too many children that live
Unwanted
By their parents with white dust on their nose, whom lock the kids up so they can catch the stars that they should be seeing in the bright green eyes of the child they brought into this earth but then said no
They cannot handle the world
When it is not orbiting around their being
They cannot handle the difficult labor of the being they crafted from the ashes of a poisonous love
They cannot handle the space it takes up, the occupancy, the screaming that leaves their lips because all they want is their mother to look upon them without drowsy eyes and tell them she loves them
Tell them she cares
Tell them she cares more about them then the needles lying all over the house
Tell them she wants them to be happy
Tell them she will read them a bed time story and kiss them goodnight
But all their life ever is, is the echoes of fights, and screams, arguing over money, yelling at them for simply existing
That was when I learned how to cry, silently
When I realized that dope, was more sufficient then love from the mother who bore me
When I realized that dad would never love mom even though he breathed carbon monoxide into her pure lungs, when her adolescence was at its peak
That's when I, was born out of the ashes of their sinful intentions
 Mar 2017 Rea
Jowelle Mizero
Human
 Mar 2017 Rea
Jowelle Mizero
As you inhale,
I exhale.
We are human,
together in this
breath of life,
moving in this
perfect rhythm.
 Mar 2017 Rea
moss
anxiety
 Mar 2017 Rea
moss
Foot tapping
Hand shaking
Mind racing
Walls breaking
Strength taking
Nail biting
Head throbbing
Knees clattering
Life shattering

*Leave me,
Anxiety!
 Mar 2017 Rea
Joann
Anxiety
 Mar 2017 Rea
Joann
Anxiety is like a volcano
Once your emotions build up too high
It all explodes
And its just like a volcano
Because its so hard to make it stop
 Mar 2017 Rea
Kaila Sullivan
Once upon
a summer sun
A gruesome act
has begun

A father burdened
by the torment of life
sharpened the blade
of a kitchen knife

Stuck between
his morality
he begins to weep
for his growing brutality

He led his children
straight to bed
with evil looming
right over his head

The little whispers
tingle in his ear
The growing dread
erupts into full blown fear

Fear for his children
and their small life
The whispers rising
along with the knife

His heart stained
By his destructive mind

His morals caught
in a thick bind

Not remembering
the right from the wrong

Looking
from room to room
as he soundlessly
moves along

His dark shadow
hovers overhead
right above
his children's bed

A shift in his mind
brings the knife down
The children now quiet
Their frozen faces
Lying on the ground

Wiping the dripping knife
Relieved for his children's life

And once he saw
what he had done

He buried them
under
the summer
sun
 Mar 2017 Rea
Arianna Skelcher
She was sat, fixed, focused
Headphones in and a world out
The roar of the bus in the background
I sit here, listening to the kids smile and laugh with eachother
Happy to be living
I wonder what she is thinking about
If she understands the world like I do
I wonder if her mind is tired
Like mine is
Maybe if i said something to her
She would understand how i view the world in pigment
As I would understand, that her world
Is still in black and white
(this is my first poem here so i hope you enjoy)
 Feb 2017 Rea
Gabriel burnS
Backlit
 Feb 2017 Rea
Gabriel burnS
**** all artificial lights
no natural causes but
natural darkness
fake lights for true dark
blackest of blacks
like charred tree bark
leave but one imposter
glowing in the gloom
just pale enough
to write onto
and that's my door to you
a piece of text from several months ago;
a low-quality first attempt at audio: https://soundcloud.com/blaze-ashful/1st-2-chord-background
on a day hanging in haze
the crow sits glum on a perch

do the flying pairs overhead
remind it of the lost mate
and in the midday lull
it feels a vacuous dullness
when even the search for food
seems purposeless?

i feel a stab of pain inside

whoever goes first is lucky
not so the one left behind

maybe the wings are now too heavy
for the bird to fly into the sky
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