mjad 11h

I wish my tongue was not a dagger
I wish my brain was not a sword
If only I could keep my tongue and mind from clashing
If only they would say the same words

Frankenstein's monster
it may or may not be true
lent his brain to Trump

could it be?

Faith is not based on
Control
It's based on love
Truth
Hope
And a sound mind ..

I thank God for the gift of discernment
It gives you great insight
Able to see what is true /false.
Able to test the spirit .
Of doctince .
God isn't  a spirit of fear but of a sound mind
Perfect ;Love casts out fear. .

I've been on the low.

I've been taking my time,
I feel like I'm out of my mind,
It feels like my life could never be mine.

I don't wanna be alive
and let me tell you why.

All the shit speaking happening and presently occurring, as those same culprits pop up in my head as if I'm memorizing.

I've been praying for somebody to save me, but no one's heroic.
My life doesn't even matter, I know it, I know it...or at least I tell my myself that.

I'm hurting deep down but why can’t I show it?
I never had a place to call my own.
I never had a home, ain't nobody callin' my phone.

Where have you been? Where you at? What's on your mind?
They say every life precious but nobody cares about mine.

I've been on the low.
I've been taking my time.
I feel like I'm out of my mind.
It feels like my life ain't mine.
Who can relate?

-- Alex Wilson, 2017

liberalism rots my brain and breaks my heart

emotions are cast as a lack of objectivity needing to be overcome and cut out.

emotions are not insight they are impediment.

a threat to someone’s wellbeing and dignity is cast as a difference of opinion, that we can agree to disagree that there is no target on your back.

while you are walking up hill into the wind with your possessions rolling down the bank, the world is warped into a frame, call it a “level playing field”

as if an elite group doesn’t own and run the pitch, profit from the rent, write the rulebook and hire the referees.

my poetry class pains me so much i have to write poems about it, maybe it is helping????
Mars 7d

I think a worm has taken over
  the captains chair in my brain
  Steering me toward
the dirt and the weeds
          And letting me drown in the rain
          To meet his own needs 
But, to take it back,
First, I would have to care

Peter Balkus Sep 13

They call it coincidence,
because coincidence
makes perfect sense.

For example love,
two people when they meet
and fall in love. How come?!

It's hard to explain,
it racks their brains,
it makes them angry,
offends them,
makes them feel ashamed,
doesn't let them sleep,
their world
falls apart.

So they say: "Coincidence!"
and everything again falls into the place,
night is night and day is day,
and again they've got reasons
to be proud of themselves.

Mims Sep 11

how do you know she's a poetess?
she'll mess with your brain just for inspiration.

just in case you were confused.
don't get cocky
you're not special
not the way he is.
saranade Sep 10

It was always a joke, phrase or idiom
It wasn't an analysis of what we did to them
The paralysis which was led by God or men
Who left a woman with a life condemned
And "he" is not found, but here I am.

I lost my arm to a waterfall
Fostered harm by something beautiful
A hand and forearm unmade musical
Water on land intersects not once, several
A band of storms lay down by that Neanderthal.

Waters splash like cymbals crash
Like whiplash from 3 cars smashed
Like fast paced life becoming past
Like a harassed female, never asked
And at long last... I'm unembarrassed.

Soft as water came, it became a hurricane
Pain blows through my veins and brain
I sound insane as I strain to explain
Doctors abstain and became inhumane
Riding the insane a-train to remain...
...a soft stream of water.

Finding my own beauty reminds me of the storms on tv. They hurt people, and are yet, so majestic, beautiful.
Abby Brummel Sep 6

Is looking outside from your inside just as skewed
as when we look from our outside to your inside?
Please, inform my right side brain
That the left side was correct once again
Even a slight whisper will do.
Please? Don't make me beg.
Are you content with what you've made of me?
The world you created so simply with your bare unfaithful hands has become my cruel reality that I can't seem to escape
I wonder how you sleep at night. With her on your left or your right?
The same sheets that hugged my naked skin after exchanging goodnight kisses from your lips
Is now where she makes her dreams appear.
Is this fair? I didn't ask for this.

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