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Traveler Oct 24
This is a gift I brandish alone
My sheath is my passion
My sword is my poem
Intellectual aesthetic‘s
My centre of pleasure
My creativity flows on
This body is tethered

People can make me feel quite strange
They roll their eyes and shake their brains
Seldom are they on the same page
Where poetry flows
In an aesthetic array

But this is who we are
And there is no need to change
The expanding universe
Is calling our names
We are the creative ones of our societies
It is not a burden but the gift,

Traveler Tim
Standing on the rim
of controversy, I listen.
Anger reverberates
in your voice.
I got it wrong again.
You cast out a line
sure to catch me.
I do not  grab hold.
You're confused not thinking right,
Your minds strewn...
My love grows watching your's fade,
So confused,
Yes, I am the last man alive....

It's non-disclosure,
You're holding back,
Selfish, self-conscious,
You don't believe in the fact...
A man named Zack,
Gave that ***** a heart attack...

Lord I can't breath,
I can't see,
This pain is killing me slowly,
Lord I can't think,
I can't feel,
My heart beat is slowing....

I've been dying this whole time,
God, tell me  is this a crucifixion?

I live and love and will die for you,
My guardian angels,
To the one's we pray too..
The Holy Anointed....

Kept and keeping it real,
Crept and turned the wheel's,
So ill,
Gone with the sickness,
Business with the quickness...

Z to the P ACK
Don't act unless you speaking fact's,
Kick back,
This joint on fire,
Paid for hire,
On point,
Welcome Me 2 Show Bizz....
love or not to love
hybridstorm May 3
I see the world around me from my corner of darkness,
and I realize I am hiding.
My mind such a controversy.
I look at people in my periphery,
so near but so far from me.
My embrace such a controversy.
I feel bored, so I look down at myself.
My body and such a controversy.
I like to talk to the voices inside and outside me in the dark.
My voice such a controversy.
I yearn for simplicity, but nothing strikes me
more than the fact that simplicity is the biggest controversy.
                                                    ­                    -storm-
Carlo C Gomez Feb 10
To make a thong story short

an oxymoron of grand proportions

**** ladies underwear

sold by women haters

lawsuits are pending
Carlo C Gomez Jan 10
"do you take this crown
to be your awfully embedded life?"

annus horribilis
hermetically sealed

she wore denim to Wimbledon
and half of Jolly Old England
wanted to burn her alive

annus mirabilis
the chain undone

the calling freedom
yawn sleep yacht
stroll yearn swive

pull the boat ashore
leave the shark infested
waters behind

tell the Queen
to put a cork in it

the sign out of town reads:
"Harry's game, Meghan's law"
hiba Sep 2019
born a sinner,
under crescent moons
and among chants of "talaq, talaq, talaq"
forced to hide behind a star studded veil to be preserved against blood thirsty eyes
glass bangles and silverware replaced the dolls in her hands and the fairyland of her dreams
led on a rose colored path, and into a gold painted cage marked marriage
greedy scars crafted by her lover marred the canvas of her body
only punctured fairy blue wings and dying embers of an electric soul remain
but she rises from the ashes,
sits on her velvet throne
and adorns the bejeweled crown
she reclaims the legacy of her goddess mothers,
durga and cleopatra
this time you don't get to see our strained faces,
this time you don't get to mock the dying fire of our eyes
because now,
we know our rights.
now we're armed with spears of knowledge.
we're the queens of our own kingdoms, unique in our reigns.
we were supposed to be treated like flowers, right?
but you threw us into the mud of your crimes
and we bloomed like lotuses,
reckless and vivacious.
we earned it all.              
                    - standing beside, not against
i wrote this when there was a lot of controversy regarding the triple talaq bill in india. amidst that socio-political turmoil, i wanted people to pause and think about women as human beings first, standing in solidarity ♥️
Anastasia Aug 2019
So I want you?
Do you want me?
Thinking of you
Thinking of me
Drives me absolutely wild
Watching you
Watching me
Makes me wonder
What do you want?
It's kind of dark
When you think about it
How lonely it is
Inside my head
But when you're there
It's like
The world
Gets brighter
I don't know how
Cameron Alix Mar 2019
Faith is a golden coil
That fits so greatly in the binding
Of texts that
Dictate a non-universal
Faith is a silver coil
That wraps around you nicely
When times are hard and
Faith is a copper coil,
Cheap, commonly used and
Slithers, a bronze snaking cloud
Seeping quickly into
Permeable minds
Faith is an aluminum coil,
The easy way out.
Steals from your conscious
What can be found in
Faith is essential
Needed to man
And to man armies
Unable to feel soft,
Cotton-ball faith

Cameron Bell, Copyright © 2019
Feedback, please! I'm trying to develop my own style and eventually want to independently publish my own book. I think that humans have an innate need for a sense of deity; it's a neural pattern that has circulated throughout civilizations and we all still grapple with it individually.
Madison Feb 2019
Ban me!

Burn me!

I, literature, can speak to you.

Love me!

Hate me!

I, art, can scream it, too.

Buy me!

Don't play me!

I, music, hide my meaning in shadows.

I'm not a martyr!

Don't hurt me!

...He, the artist, is sent to the gallows.
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