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Laura Brittain Jul 2018
I don't remember when it stopped
But I know there was a moment.

One day the curls framing your face
And your demanding nature
Appealed to me and made me glow with adoration

Another day the way you wore your glasses
How you whispered promises
(That meant nothing now)
Nothing but a guarantee that I would stay,
Made my eyes drift downward, away from yours
Because there was nothing left of you to see.

You spent so long convincing me
That I could count on a forever with you
That it was almost tangible
My fingers brushing against a vision

There was a time when I would have bet my life on it
when you were naked on the bathroom floor
Begging me to stay

“But you promised you would never leave”

We ate some fishes and laid in bed all night
Staring at the ceiling and each other
Talking about the life we wanted.

I realized that they had stopped being the same

I don’t remember when it stopped
But I know there was a moment

A moment when our life together became too difficult for you,
When you wanted different things,
Different partners,
Different lips whispering good night.

But at the end,
When I thought id never live again
All I felt was the relief.


I’d like to say it was all because you loved me
But you told me once that you're not sure how to love.

I finally believe you.
Glenn Currier Jun 2018
Living with day and night
black and white
crepe myrtles of white and pink
variety and variance make me think
now and then a dissonant pitch
makes my life rich.

But sometime what seems at odds
is not.  Like seeing Love AND God
contemplation AND friendship
solitude AND kinship.
Why must it be either or
against or for?
Why can’t we see through
the differences between me and you?

What is so sad
what seems so bad
is when difference leads to rejection
then I must leave for my own protection.
When she said, “If you are this then you can’t be that!”
I left.  I won’t be her doormat.

Some people thrive on opposition
attracted to dominance and friction
but at this stage of being me
I choose to be free
to see through those things that divide
beyond the outer mar to the beauty inside.
Author’s Note:  This morning I woke thinking about a terrible moment of rejection by someone whom I had loved, been loyal to, and cherished in spite of some of her obvious limitations and failures. I was not feeling bitterness but just a little sad.  She is represented in the last two stanzas of this poem.  I also want to thank a poet on HelloPoetry.com who goes by the name of Melancholy of Innocence  for the partial inspiration for this poem.  He is represented in the second line of the second stanza.  I am so very inspired by the variety of work I read on https://hellopoetry.com/
Poetroyalee Jun 2018
Why are people afraid of me?
I am simply an ideology.
Why do people feel ashamed of me?
I am simply a human being.

We cannot all think the same,
yet people 'promote diversity'.
We cannot think the same,
so  there lies the hypocrisy.

Amidst their disguises of compassion,
there is a dangerous distraction.
If they truly encouraged love,
then they would not promote destruction.

A looks different from b,
in todays world, that is an abomination.
B thinks differently from c,
in todays world, that is an invasion.

It is also as if people want to rewind time
and stop at segregation.
Like a pervasive virus,
there is more and more division.

We cannot rewrite history, but we relive it.
We can change the future by solving the present.
I am tired of people lying and saying they promote diversity and love
when instead they hate freedom of thought. It is so unfair how people are branded simply because they disagree with certain beliefs or practices. We cannot all look or think the same. But it is terrible when that becomes the expectation. The hate and injustice in this world is so disgusting and devastating. Many people including myself hope for progress but that can be extremely difficult.
DJ May 2018
“I pledge allegiance,
To the flag,
Of the United States of America.
To the republic,
Of which we stand.
ONE NATION
Under God,
INDIVISIBLE,
With liberty and justice for all”
We are suppose to be united,
We are supposed to be indivisible,
It’s in our name,
UNITED States of America.
But I’m sorry,
We have never been more divided.
People are burning our flag,
The symbol of America,
The symbol of our freedom.
People are kneeling during the National Anthem,
Where soldiers have died fighting for the freedom to do so.
A boy from my class had been sitting during the Pledge,
And that was the most disrespectful thing I’ve ever witnessed.
We have riots,
People rebelling against Trump,
Fighting to tear down historical monuments,
Destroying what we once proudly called, America.
The land of the free,
The land of the united.
For when we are united,
Nothing can tear us apart.
But now, instead of outside forces trying to split us up,
We are doing that just fine ourselves.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
I was a whole

Till,
Programmed masks
Imported Seeds
New breed of Genes
Power Vampires
Stepped inside
With,
Invisible thirst.

I was a whole

Till,
They dissected me
Into 7 segments
With
Lines of Hate.

Since then,
I am bleeding.

Alas !!
No one to repair.
Theme: Patriotic
Harry Roberts Nov 2017
LGBT
We claim we want acceptance,
But how can you fall under this umbrella
If you hold Hate towards
Your community.

Transphobia, your prejudice
Makes your insecurities transparent.

Biphobia, your intolerance makes
You what you can't tolerate. Hate.

Homophobia, like Biphobia
Love is love
Not preordained
From forces above.

Discrimination could never
Build a nation,
Just change the narrative
To fit the occasion.

Those in Power
DIVIDE AND CONQUER,
You've heard that so why so
Divided.
A small poem expressing how I perceive a division within my "community."
Love to all, Live and Let Live.
aurora kastanias Oct 2017
Lumbago awakened me in tears
of pain and fear of intensifying
acuteness, worsening condition
compelling mind to impose

therapeutical distraction,
persuading fantasy to create
spontaneous cuttings of pictures,
papers, magazines, old national

geographic dreams scopelessly selected
waiting on ideas to sparkle a theme
from coffee, cigarettes and analgesics.
Human evolution standing behind bars,

as I ponder on the meaning not
of the artwork but its making,
for I have no walls to hang
the sticky assemblage and haven’t

had them for a while. Used to clothes
in suitcases, books on other people’s
shelves, memories in shoeboxes,
the essence of my being in a body.

Oh walls! So longed for by humanity
urging to *****, building distance one
brick at the time, compartmentalising
individuals looking for pseudo shelter

under roofs, spurious safety behind
ramparts, four to enclose shame
for their actions, inconsiderate
behaviour of the willingly blind.

Yet what if there weren’t any walls?

People unable to neglect the sorrow
of their neighbours for they’re standing,
just by them, no drawing the curtains
no locking the doors, no closing

the gates. People inhabiting open
landscapes, bonded by necessity to engage
in living together, for unity is strength.
No wonder why our kind is so fragile today.
On creativity and pain
Svode Oct 2017
I know a bit about math.
You add one to another and get two
divide two and get two separate ones.
Do you think that 1 wanted to be divided?
What if it was happy under the aid of the other one?
What if they were meant for each other?

You multiply x by y.
X and y don't go together,
it's by nature.
But it's by choice that they still collide together,
and x and y suddenly seem indifferent.

You divide x by y.
After bonding for so long,
after understanding each of their incompatibility issues
and trying to mend them to better fit,
they're finally divided.
One is now without the other,
the other is without that one,
and they are both separate variables in a cold world.
It's by nature that they remain separate,
but it's by choice that they still remember.
Adam Kinsley Oct 2017
I'm born to division, envision my pride
Tormented by panic and all which I hide
Bereft through my senses, I'm struck as I run
With demons as captors; my loss is their fun
Embittered by sorrow, I don't see what's next:
I'm vexed by dissension, but hide in my text

You're king of our heartache with little to show
Engulfed in our sorrow; it's all which you know
You're feigning completion, and losing your mind
A slave to your culture; you're petty and blind
In time, you are caught by the traps which you set
There's much to remember, but more to forget

We cling to the fleeting, and dawn a disguise
We're sullen and feckless; we're trapped by our lies
Amidst our ambition, we run for the door
We gave up, in silence, while searching for more
Tormented by Reason: we don't feel the same
We play with our heartstrings as if it's a game...
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