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Thera Lance Jun 2020
To say that we’re both far from home
Might be a bit of a stretch,
Since simple roads and passable oceans fail
To describe the true distance between worlds
Ripped apart so that only faded myths
Whisper of how once they were one.

We are not quite
Sitting right across from each other
In libraries where books scream secrets
While we glance up with the silent truth of distrust.
We are far from where we should be,
Yet if either of us want to traverse past the stars
And into the worlds that exist in mathematician numbers
And in the dreams we have at night when the other is no longer watching,
We need to do more than simply wait for that moment
Where our eyes meet once in connection rather than separation.
Azizah Mar 2020
I'm so anxious, darling I'm so
in love with you. I can't bear the fact
that the end is (indeed) near.

So I will be honest in here, in my words
I swear by your honey-voice and your tempting eyes. I can't see where the future will lead us. I can't tell you, but I am so
anxious darling.

I'm so in love with you.
Kenechukwu Mar 2020
Dylan’s roof covers your house supposedly,
But you can’t go through the front door,
you don’t even have a key.

You see, Dylan’s roof covers your head
ever so reluctantly
But Dylan won’t kick you out,
you were brought here to work for free.

Dylan doesn’t like you
or anyone with your complexion
But Dylan won’t admit it,
he’d rather ‘serve and protect’ his brethren.
By serve and protect I mean swerve and reject.
Any responsibility for a bullet in your chest.

You see, Dylan’s roof doesn’t just cover 52 states
It covers millions of your reflection
that share melanated traits.

The windows under Dylan’s roof give you a glimpse of your potential.
Freedom and happiness.
You trace the future with a stencil.

After some time,
Dylan’s roof will start to dissipate.
The rains of your liberation
will begin to precipitate.

The seeds that were planted
by the ones gone before us,
will start to germinate
in the fields that once tore us
On the 17th of June 2015, Dylan Roof walked into ‘Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church’ in downtown Charleston, South Carolina and killed nine innocent black people. He was arrested so very gently.
to leave your allies
who helped you achieve
your often-boasted victories

unprotected

against their well-known
overpowering enemy
is abominable betrayal

a crime most foul!
On the occasion of the U.S. American betrayal of the Kurds in Syria who were instrumental to reduce IS - now rising again thanks to the Turkish-US "deal."
- Mar 2019
eyes locked
my heart dies,
the idea of love falls apart,
my allies try to
advise,
to organize my thoughts
Liam hopson Sep 2018
I DREAM OF A LIFE
THATS MORE FREE AND FUN LOVING
NO MORE MONEY
NO MORE WAR
MUCH MORE GIVING
MUCH LESS LAW

HAVE WE FORGOT THE REASONS FOR OUR EXISTENCE
NO MORE HATE
NO MORE RESISTANT
MUCH MORE LOVE
EMBRACE OUR BRILLIANCE

NOW IS OUR CHANCE TO LOOK EACH OTHER IN THE EYES
NO MORE DIVISION
NO MORE LIES
MUCH MORE UNITY
WE ARE ALL ALLIES
Just my opinion.
Jolan Lade May 2018
One night walking on the sidewalk
Head directed towards the phone, not the mood for talk
Bumped into a lamppost
Noticed it shined more light on my path than most
Said hello and moved on, at the moment I didn’t realize
The light could repel evil lies and equalise, keep me alive and provide key allies
Should have stayed in the light
Then battling the dark would have been a, somewhat fair fight.
Just the surrounding darkness and a few lampposts, leading my way
Light House Feb 2017
"Hawks migrate you know?  & force of wind can be a large & pesky variable, little brother.  Sometimes the things you believe will propel you into the right direction ---- actually end up pushing you off course. Sometimes the invisible... will pull you elsewhere, regardless of wherever it was ...you..  had in mind.
The invisible....   can be reckless, unforgiving, ..uncaring; however, Lady Luck has always smiled for me.  I've always been devil-may-care, as it has always felt right to be so.  That is.. to play the role of the wildcard, & to be given a supernatural sort of sight, which has led me through the Piano Key Seas....
Come to think of it...  That was my mistake:  failing to avoid large bodies of water.  Those gusts out there.... in the middle of all the waves.  I should have flown 'round the coastline, instead.  Those **** gales...!"

He pauses & adjust his silver spectacles:  They look as if they come from somewhere far away or were crafted in a time long before his day or age.

"But I navigated a way...  I listened.  I truly listened & ...Voila!
Here-I-am:  The Hawk, the Wildcard, the Raptor  ..the Rock & Rolla...."
So fear not-for the Garden, or for anything, little brother. Fate
has brought me back ..to be the one who saves this place before
you come-to out of dreams & sleep.... to do all of what I do, now,
all over again.."

He then proceeds to take the city by its metaphorical hand & wrist,
& pull the drowning-ship--of-a-nation -- incl. his sleeping brother --
up from the waking grip of the Hollow.  He had tacked the wind
ten-thousand times ..& then some; he would now tug o' war
...with gravity.
Unfinished.  A sort of intro to a prelude to these hummingbird chronicles I have going on.  I was reading up on hawks as well & have read multiple times of how they will protect hummingbirds by killing off predators that prey on hummingbirds, as well as by not eating or harming them, themselves; even though they theoretically it can as far as the food chain goes.  They allow them to live in a sense.

This piece is unfinished, but inspired.  Working title & everything.
Thank you all.  All my love.
Light

Also, for clarification:  This is a scene in a prequel I suppose you can call it.  It is still all abstract to even myself, but I will word it plainly as to make it easy to understand.  Please forgive the lack of polishing:

There is a city named Garden in later stories.  It is protected by a few heroes.  Here, it is being saved by this hawk-hero BEFORE any of those few heroes have taken up a name or anything yet.  One of those heroes, is this hawk-guys younger brother who is in a state of 'torpor,' asleep.  I am not sure what I am going to do with this hero yet.  I may have his story go untold, at least within 'his world' thereby conveying how some heroes are 'comically doomed' in a sense to do all of the work, & receive not one shred of credit for it.  We shall see.  Apologies for the repost and all this explaining.  Will sort all of this out one day when I have the time.  I do promise that.

Working title for now.
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