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When my time comes don't you dare -
bury me beside all the others
I've tip-toed through life trying to be alone
Don't you dare lay me beside their forever 'yakking'
bones
Copyright May 7 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 May 2016 Ronney
summer
.
 May 2016 Ronney
summer
.
She's
Broken
 May 2016 Ronney
Chloe Zafonte
There are girls who are restricted from getting an education, married by the age of 6 to elderly men. Girls who have been violated as there ****** roams free, killed before or after they are born or left in garbage dumps to die for being female! And all you are worried about is a higher pay rate and how men look at you on the street. That is not fighting for equality, it is greed and corruption that does not bother to look at the world outside of where you stand as you pick on others and avoid the helpless.
Feminist do help with these issues the actual decent feminist movements. We should fight against **** for both genders for the most part and help the women in foreign countries that actually need saving instead of putting down men and knit picking at easily solved problems.
 May 2016 Ronney
Joel Hayward
You noticed that I was torn
and began pulling edges together
Stitching them
O God it hurt

Stitch by stich You closed wounds
while I looked away with gritted teeth

but said, more more

They say pain is the well of wisdom
I have drunk a full bucket
and am quenched

but I want more … please

Great Healer most merciful
see my older brother

take Your needle and thread …
 May 2016 Ronney
Damian Murphy
To the enemy you cannot forgive
You shall be bound for as long as you live.
Only forgiveness can sever the bond,
Can set you free to finally move on.
Though to forgive can be so hard to do,
Forgive not for your enemy....but you.
 May 2016 Ronney
Colten Sorrells
most pay no mind to humble vines
that rise from the decay
to scale the spires, steal their lives
and cover them someday

and most find them a nuisance, true
but they don't see what they can do
they scale up high into the trees *
and live on after you or me

when progress leads to it's demise
both wood and stone choked by the vines
in sprawling cities, quiet towns
foundations will come crumbling  

down

without a fight, these humble vines
will rise from the decay
when progress gives way to demise
they'll take it back someday
Repost...one of the first poems I posted here and wrote with my muse
 May 2016 Ronney
Colten Sorrells
breaking
promises
shattering
dreams
tears *hide
on my pillow
and silence my screams
I don't look to  create
only seek to destroy
and I play with emotions
as if they were toys
but hey, not to worry
I won't hurt no one else
cos I found
a suitable victim,

*myself
 Apr 2016 Ronney
Aeerdna
You are at the end of my fingertips
yet your heart so far away,
I  can't ask you to keep me warm
on nights when icicles stab my soul.

Dreaming daily
though I know
the song you sing
is  not for my ears to hear,
the stars you love
are not for my eyes to see.

The wind whispers your name
through the pores of my skin,
loneliness and pain getting greater everyday.
The sky is falling over me again
and you can't see my despair.
Weak, collapsing,
looking  for your strings to ease the fall
and at the end of my fingertips
there's just a cold, quiet picture
haunting me whole.

I look for you and I know
that it is not in heavens
nor in hell
where I want to find you
but
on this Earth
walking
next to me.
In vain I look
my heart will once more die in silence
cause the sky is falling over me again
but you are not here
and it's not for me the song you sing.
https ://soundcloud.com/aeerdnaloony/your-song-is-not-for-me

https://youtu.be/jfNOdsvMke4
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