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Victor D López Mar 2019
God's second greatest creation is man,
Formed from clay into which He breathed new life,
Then perfected His creation in Eve,
Not from base clay but Adam’s flesh and bone.

On Adam God practiced His creation,
In Eve perfected it tweaking its flaws,
More heart, less hubris; more sense, less muscle,
More love less hate; focused on “us” not “me.

Sacred texts written by men disagree,
With what is only a most obvious truth,
God's truth whispered in men's ears only proves,
None are so deaf as those who will not hear.

Thus women have been blamed for all men's woes,
From Adam's fall to every earthly sin,
Marginalized, objectified and scorned,
As easy targets for men’s jealous rage.

Mankind is so much less than womenkind,
In all the ways that count save in brute strength,
Brute strength served tyrants well six thousand years,
Alas, serves tyrants well still to this day.

Barefoot and pregnant, subservient and poor,
Unschooled, unheard, and too often unloved,
Their primary role a breeding vessel,
To pleasure men and give them healthy sons.

No voice, no vote, no power and no hope,
To this day blamed by some for all man's ills,
Victims of **** ****** for their victimhood,
Honor killings from men most honorless.

The miracle of life was gifted you,
Men plant the seed and then their job is done,
They can wander away to plow new fields,
While women nurture life--cradle to grave.

I am in awe of all that you endure,
And all that you accomplish throughout life,
Diamonds treated like broken glass by fools,
Whose brilliance shines only in their own minds.

I am a son of Adam, share his flaws,
And know full well women have their faults too,
Yet for me hope for all humanity,
Rest with Eve’s daughters, not with Adam’s sons.
nightdew Feb 2019
thousands of words race through my mind,
yet i still draw blanks.

the paper is still clean,
like the clean slate i dreaded for.

what can i say,
to embed those words from you.

nothing,
i suppose that's why i can't come up with anything.
Rena Lyn Bala-oy Feb 2019
We splashed colors on the blank walls
And made funny faces at each other.
With my little steps and
Yours which were bigger,
We ran around the little house
And made me a hero at 5 years old.
I miss that little house,
When we were still close
And only four walls surrounded us.
Now there are more halls and walls,
A maze too tiring to figure out
And you and I were lost at both ends,
No longer chasing each other,
But too busy in our own lives.

I miss you, mama.
But, I hope your new four walls
With your new little prince
Would have a better ending
Than you and I.
As impulsive_thoughts, I posted this on Mirakee last year. I think I'll be posting more of my earlier poems here just so I can share it to a different audience
nitelite Jan 2019
a last shot into unknown,
dive deep into the soul less ink,
only to impart your own,
perhaps to emerge victorious?

imbue the stale cruelty of the inanimate
with the vivid cruelty of the soul,
bleed unto the mocking desolute canvas,
drawing blood from mindy & body in whole.

a last shot with broken minds,
write words that are not your own
for crazed usbthe hand that the soul hides behind
a battle of thoughts, then all alone.

Was it really anything at all?
These things I write, I can't quite trust them.
Yet I can't trust what I don't write.
It's so easy to get lost
In the _ of  _
Late 2019!! Hopefully I will start writing more this year, I've had a couple written that I'm still editing. A little uncharacteristic, but I hope to do something uplifting after this just to push my limits.
Jade Jan 2019
I feel like a blank canvas
And everytime I think of something to paint
I second guess it
Till I no longer like it
I feel empty
But everything that could make me feel whole
I shut out
I feel broken
But I can’t fix it
So I’ll just stare into the darkness
Hands over my mouth
Because no one is allowed to hear me cry
Jade Jan 2019
Staring at the ceiling
My mind overflowingly empty
Thinking about how I’m thinking
Of nothing
I don’t feel alive, I don’t feel dead
Like a place inbetween
But only inside my head
And I don’t know if I like it...
CM Lee Jan 2019
I am burnout
Have nothing to talk about
Each minute my mind racing with doubt
But nothing seems to come out of my mouth

Today, I don’t have anything
Not a single idea I could bring
My heart is so numb there’s not even a sting
Maybe it’s better off to be just stopping

I know I don’t have enough talent
But this is the only way I can vent
To help my soul slowly mend,
Writing became my only friend

I wish I had more words to say
But my head is still swimming in gray
I need my mind to fly away
Because maybe then, my body will decide to stay
Bella Jan 2019
Empty

Stare, blink.

A formulation of words

Step-

Walk-

Run.

You shout

Piercing volume

Cutting your foes with

brash feeling

and blind intent

Pure force of empty mind

victory.

Something is missing

Running faster

Your breath is racing

Faster-

You can’t do this

A tear falls.

What is this?

In Your mind

Thoughts appear.
You can read this forward or backwards ;)
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