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Amitav Radiance Jun 2015
The dichotomy
Splits the life
Sometimes goes deeper
Creating chasms
Trying two balance
Can’t stretch more
Wider the abyss becomes
Threatening to engulf
The life
Cíara McNamara Jun 2015
You called me a heretic,
as I fought for what I believe
is right.

With my whole heart
I try to achieve
the commandments laid out for me.

I live by The book,
loving Him
my neighbours, enemies and my friends.

Old scars
bring new flesh wounds
as secrets hidden
bring to life
the trials of being human.

Plagued with suffering,
is the test of a follower.
Though I get tired of crawling -
dragging my devout being
through a fallen world.

I have been cheated,
as I have failed.
I say I won't return,
but I never learn.

I have been burned
by that to which I have devoted my life.

Who is a heretic now?

The world is on fire
and we've been burned again
sinners and devout alike.
Nicholas Fogle Jun 2015
I've always had complicated Thoughts
Side by side they fight and against one another they fought.
Fifth graders shouldn't be ready to die.
No one should hate them self.
Ready to torture and degrade their self.
I knew I needed help.
Yet.
No courage was there, my courage was theirs.
To do what they want and say how ever they wish.
Loneliness was bliss.
Yet
I wanted to fit.
I always wanted to belong and get along and sing a song about how joyful life was.
Well life wasn't well and I couldn't even get along with my family so I never belong.
Yet
I had love.
I had people that cared
I always had that "weird" friend that made us a pair.
I had fun moments and great teachers then I got to church to listen to good preachers.
Yet
Nothing change.
I was still that student who was suffering and no one ever knew because he could lie in the way he behave and show a slave to good faith when really he was a beaten bag on the inside.
Yet
There was no yet now,
not in this moment till later came,
till later was the new now,
till I could look back and smile.
Yet
I am proud.
I will live on
Amitav Radiance Jun 2015
Ships won’t be anchored forever
Rusted anchor will break free
Its weight will help sink deeper
With a loud clunk, noise will dissipate
The ship will set sail once again
No weight is heavy enough to overcome
Steered away to distant land
Searching for newer shores and destinations
Away from the land of constraint
Ship will sail safely through deeper waters
Navigating through inclement weather
Forces of nature will test its strength
For the ship shall find the happy shores again
Pain is there to make you stronger,
Don't let it go to waste by not getting better through it,
Don't let it deteriorate you!
Let it be there to decorate you afterwards,
Learn from it,
Don't call it a problem,call it a challenge.
Make sure you win at it,.
Be optimistic!
Pessimism won't take you far,
Embrace your challenge as a way to grow and become better..
Jennifer May 2015
You fall down,
Feeling naked, bared,

You get up again,
Feeling hopeful, positive and enthusiastic

The cycle repetitively continues,
Until we realize
That we can choose to always remind ourselves to get up before we fall down
Feeling inspired by life's challenges to move on
—for Mariel



She sells 2 sole paltas beside street  
vendors who whistle at crop-top-clad girls,
spewing profanities complete
with broken English. She has four girls
hungry at home. They dream of science, stars,
constellations that spiral and sparr
with particles that make us what we are —

interrupted by howling dogs, the 5
AM tamale man, and stray **** crows.
Amid dust-clouds of Zona D, the sun arrives
over the peak Luis claims once exposed
his innocent eyes to an angel: one
tale of faith raised on culture come undone
presently. Poet Andrea Gibson

writes, “I said to the sun, ‘Tell me about
the Big Bang.’ And the sun said, ‘it hurts to
become.’” At dusk, Mariel takes a Combi out
sixteen stops from Quince, up 302
steps to a turquoise shack and a red rose
garden, and plants avocado seeds at her toes.
Poco a poco, se anda lejos.
Mark Lecuona Mar 2015
To make yourself laugh
Even though you let hate into your heart
Is patching a hole without any paint

He couldn’t remember how to act
It was lost upon him who would benefit
He didn’t think about what he could have been
That was for people who lacked style

To make yourself cry
Even though you had a good day
Is digging a hole because that’s the real world

A blood moon begs a question
So does not talking about last night
He hoped it didn’t mean anything
Giving up was easy for him to do

To make yourself laugh
Even though you’ve told a lie
Is patching a hole with the wrong color paint

He saw no point in going to confession
The middle man doesn't know if he is real
To speak of remorse was only between people
God had already knew if he was rising or sinking

To make yourself cry
Even though you helped a stranger
Is digging a hole because you know no other way
epictails Mar 2015
I will look at fear
in the eyes today
and defeat it with Your power
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