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 Dec 2018 Wanderer
Sarah Judith
sometimes
i refuse to
write poetry
because inspiration
only comes from
sad
times

this realization
makes me
even
sadder
it how life goes my dude. nothing we can do about it, my man.
 Dec 2018 Wanderer
Alexis Ulrich
With this flower I shall take your hand
With these words I shall make you cry
With this promise I shall give you hope
With this kiss I shall take you home

But the flower is dead and my hand is stained red
The words you say make me cringe
That promise you spoke made me choke
The hope is gone
The kiss u gave only said good-bye

Not everything is as it seems
One moment that you dream
You could wake up with a scream
That one day you’re happy
Could turn into despair

Trust me when I say
Look out into the bay
And see the way to go home
Walk into the water into the sunset
Sit down on the rocks with the fish
Sink down into the bay

As your vision starts to blur
As the water combs through your hair
Let the waves take you away
As you start to fade you’ll smile at the thought
That you’re finally going home
Then you close your eyes
And take your last breath
I have always thought about where I would truly belong and what would happen if I was to ever leave this world.
For so long been a victim to your charm
Sweet and seductive smile
So I have seen voodoo put to work
Learned to accept it, at least for awhile.

Time has taken toll on us
Which is an excuse for behavior
Watch me grow up and grow tired
Of you being my savior.

What do I do to rescue myself?
Heart does not know how to fly
Is the leap worth the risk I take?
He isn't a hero, he's just a normal guy
She needed a hero, so that's what she became.
 Dec 2018 Wanderer
Ally Ann
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
I wanted to say,
lock yourself in a room,
scream until you have
a poem and no voice.
Open your veins and bleed
until you know that your bones
are pure words and sorrow.
Act as if you slit your own throat
and all you can bleed
are your own regrets
and all of the darkness
you boxed up for inspiration.
Write your mom a letter,
tell her you're leaving
and you won't be back for awhile
Because being a writer is traveling
through all seven layers of Hell
and denying anything is wrong.
Forget loving yourself
when all you have is a pen and paper
fused to your wrist
and Jesus is tapping at your skull
saying turn back now.
Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning
It's just your soul
clawing at the front door trying to get in.
Learn how to be alone.
Learn how to lose everything you have
in order to feel release,
learn how to only feel deceased
from now on.
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
All I said was
don't
 Dec 2018 Wanderer
Emily
i was always amazed
how you were capable
of loving
while hurting.
and i guess
i’ll continue to be amazed
as you love me
while I hurt you
 Dec 2018 Wanderer
lyka
Smoke
 Dec 2018 Wanderer
lyka
I got high
on his secondhand smoke
Jealous of the cigarette
between his lips
Like a bull raging
towards all his red flags
In death, I wondered
how his lips would taste
 Dec 2018 Wanderer
Day
Untitled
 Dec 2018 Wanderer
Day
he
is
to
me
what,
i
think
i've
been
searching
for
 Dec 2018 Wanderer
Jude kyrie
I am 16 and black.
I don't mean
Amber or brown or cast.
I mean black.

The kids at school hate me
this is a white neighborhood.
But mom works for the whites.
She scrapes a living
and takes care of me.

Its just you and me mom
Only us.
Always us.
I know Mom.

Dad is dead
That's the end
All there is
He was a a navy seal.
In Vietnam.
Say no more.

They captured
and tortured him,
He died.
I know you
didn't want to die
Dad.

There was a package
he sent home.
It had a weapon
in the parcel.
Mom did not care  
She just missed him.
and kept it behind
their wedding pictures

I got his baseball hat
Not much
but it was his.
It  had navy seal in the back.
And to be truthful  it was  
my  most
treasured  possession.

I was the **** victim
of the. Bullies  at high school
they  tormented me
and beat me up
Even as I
was kicked and beaten
I held onto that hat.

Revenge is sweet they say
But I was black and kind of quiet.
I  just took their beatings
But they never
got that hat.

One white girl liked me.
I don't know why
She held me to her breast
after the beatings.
And if I knew what love was
I would say I loved her.
I think.

I got into the fight
with the  bad bully.
He was big and unforgiving
But I tried
and I got in a lucky punch.
It floored him
I guess it contained
All the pent up
hate and abuse.
And made it one punch.

They came to our house that night
Mom threatened
to call  the police.
But they shot her twice.
I knew she was dying
She whispered
with the last breath

Don't. seek revenge
my son
seek forgiveness
I had heard that in the bible
class somewhere.
But the burn
scorched  my soul

I went to his house
The revolver from
dads final package.
Gave me strength.
And courage.

Then he came to door
And he saw me
I am sorry man
so ******* sorry
he wept

I tried to pull the trigger
But I couldn't
His father appeared
behind him
**** that ******* ******
he shouted

but his son grabbed
this firearm
From my frozen hand.
I couldn't  pull that.
Trigger anyway.

He shot his father
the gun remained
in his hand
as his father
died in front  of us.

Four years later

Its the christening  of
my beautiful  daughter.

The white girl and me
Decided
we belonged  together.
Despite the difference
In our skin tones.

I whispered to her
I am so happy darling.
I think
I will love  you forever

She kissed our child
On her forehead
then kissed me
On my lips.

Just a quick
I know honey kiss.

The bully
that used to be.
held my baby girl.
Over the font.

He kissed her
head softly.
.but what are godfathers
Supposed  to do.

And in the distance
I could hear my Mom
She said softly
As always.
Don't. seek revenge
my son
seek forgiveness

And as we hugged together
My former bully
and now friend
Held each other
free of the bigotry
And hate of our past.
Then somewhere
in a heaven
Yet unproven.

A nice lady
that happened
To be my mom.
Whispered
See I told you
it it would
All work out,
We get in the way
Of so much in our short
Journey
To this beautiful planet.
So full of strangest beautiful
Differences.

Sigh
jude
 Dec 2018 Wanderer
Helena
CB
 Dec 2018 Wanderer
Helena
CB
do you remember the day
that you realized that you’re
hopelessly in love with your
best friend?
To the girl with
The rose pink cheeks
Covered in tears
At the sight of me

To the girl with
The trembling lips
Muttering how much
I've hurt you

To the girl with
The curled brown hair
Whisking away
To someone else

To the girl with
The smile that could
Turn me right side up
I wrote this for you
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