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Feb 2015 rose14195

home

Feb 2015 rose14195

Riot

home

she has miles to go
before she'll be home
even in her house
she still feels alone
but when she walks towards the bridge
it's like she's been their forever
but would she ever be able to walk where she last saw her mother
never
some times she goes their
just to talk to her
"when are you coming back mommy?"
she'd ask with no answer
she could never really come home
her dad wouldn't let her
even though she lived their
she never felt safe their
so on her 8th birthday
the 1 year anniversary
she sat at the bridge talking to her mommy
"when will you answer me"
said the child with ease
and that vary second she heard in the breeze
"come with me child
it's time that we go
your father's not safe
now that your alone"
and in that vary second
with tears in her eyes
"i'm ready mommy"
and she came to her mother's side.
and what happen's to the father
now that he's alone
he just looks for another house
to call a home.

Feb 2015 rose14195

will sing for food

Feb 2015 rose14195

Riot

will sing for food

she walked home everyday
when someone asked her "where you trying to go?"
she replied "i'm off to sing, for i hunger, the hunger of my soul"

she was a poetic little girl
everyday sat in the backgroun of bible study
until one day someone asked
who are you? where do you live?
with that she replied
"i am who i've always been. i live in a box, most of us do, i'm the only one out in the open with a sign"
will sing for food

they admired her for her poetic truth
she was more than just a troubled youth
but she sneaked out the back door
making everyone wonder "what did she really come to do?"

the next time she was seen walking
he stopped her on the street
"where are you headed mystery girl?"

"it's best that you don't follow me"

he went against her wishes
what else was he to do?
so he witnessed her sitting in her little box
with a sign

*will sing for food

Feb 2015 rose14195

Phoenix

Feb 2015 rose14195

Stephanie Proctor

Phoenix

I can feel the fire
licking up my legs until they are charred,
black as my soul is believed to be.
Screams of the innocent echo in my ears.
This was meant to be my funeral pyre.

I **** myself awake
drenched in sweat, with a shriek of pain
catching like a lump in my throat.
Sheets bunched up against me like kindling
gathered to be lit beneath the stake.

I glance around the room
still feeling the eyes of my accusers
bearing into me, hatred blazing the
path of their need for destruction.
“WITCH!”
Many fates sealed with a single word.

Except I am still alive,
the blood of the crimeless flowing through my veins.
Those flames that condemn
spared no one but me, resurrected from the embers.
The Sole Witch of Salem, survived.

#fire #phoenix #flame #salem #witch #perpectivepoetry

Feb 2015 rose14195

Untitled

Feb 2015 rose14195

eva

Untitled

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you can't

Feb 2015 rose14195

praise

Feb 2015 rose14195

Riot

praise

i'm a child of extraordainary things
brought up in a church that wants to train me
only at the expense of my sanity

my words are silenced by those who "know"
they throw my name around because God says so
i'm gonna be a good little gift and not say a word
not that i will ever be heard
my confidence is fine
but God forbid the choice ever be mine
this is how passion is lost in life
offering my body as a living sacrifice
one question would safice
"are you alright with us planning your life?"

i'm not trying to be ungratful
but i cant breathe
and talent isn't a good reason to bully me
choking me with my own hand
they don't understand
i would never cut it off
but i would like to use it by my own demand

lost in praise you might mistake me for a slave

Feb 2015 rose14195

ocean

Feb 2015 rose14195

Riot

ocean

this ocean isnt live enough to catch me in it's waves
these lives aren't fast enough to learn to behve
everybody drowns in their blue eyes and irony
nobody will blink when they find out you're wearing contacts
ironic
this ocean is turning green with envy
maybe without me
it'll be better
but this ocean isn't big enough to catch me in it's waves
and i'm not good enough to teach it to behave

Feb 2015 rose14195

CECILIA

Feb 2015 rose14195

D W

CECILIA

She woke up helpless and had no clue,
-What time it was- or what to vainly do,
She could never see, but hear their steps,
Chime in that vacant dark hall,

She wanted to speak it loud, to scream,
She couldn't wait seekinga light beam,
She wanted to know any whereabouts,
She wanted to **** all wonders and doubts,
'' Where am I?" said she.

She knew everything but what was happening,
She knew everything, but all was vaguely dark,
This **** food she shared with a rat,
Which, she ironically named and jack,

Jack, he, who happens to be full of romance,
He, who happens to be a charming prince,
He, who happens to come on a white horse,
Recklessly swinging his sword cutting their heads,
He who used to passionately kiss her lips,
Making her heart melt within a glimpse,
He who happens to be a lover never seen again,
They took her soul when taking him away,
She was a mere corpse, already dead.

Suddenly,
the door of the cell was slammed in a burst,
Voilently opened erupting the floor's dust,
They were there, executioners and a grumpy priest,
Light has made her blind, that beam of light,
Which she has always eagerly sought,
She went blind, for a while, until she reached the mighty blade of the guillotine.*

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