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Elicia Hurst Apr 2018
Harbinger of death
On the road to Valhalla,
Tall on stallions of silver,
Eternity you shall deliver.

Golden wings and iron fists
Shake the heavens, strike the earth.
Saints or sinners, blessed or cursed,
Our fates written in reverse.

(You have shown us how to fly,
Have you come to take us all to die?)

Chooser of the slain,
Cruel justice be your guide.
You have fire in your eyes,  
Burning brighter in our cries.

(Your wings aren't silver but are gold,
Have you come to turn us cold?)
Oct 2015
ED
She was an argonaut
that paper nautilus discreet
where an edict for office
still home for a style
if their buzz did set a trend
that syndicated grams  
and lingered with a spruce Cabernet
while it torched their foray  
that whirred travel to the dale
of Welsh Mount Snowdon  
where I sought Kopechne
if squires didn't vaunt missions
with these measured students
and were really left behind!
a resume from chappaquiddick
ConnectHook Apr 2018
Whining—then pitching sullen fits
each time their childish will is crossed,
tech-addled sassy little *****
prove education’s cause is lost.

Such children show that means regress
once the family is supplanted
claiming rights they do not possess;
taking taxpayer funds for granted.

Loosed from homes of dark dysfunction
tyrant-bred by single mothers,
no devoted teacher’s unction
will suffice to raise another’s.

Oblivious to strategies
of motivation and reward
they sing our nation’s elegies.
The dull refrain: yo Miss—I’m bored.

This the greatest reparation
from the coffers of the state:
data-driven education
sacrificed to second-rate.
Silly nature stuff;
Nature doesn’t give a ****
about fallen man.

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Jiawen 张 Nov 2017
I didn’t choose to be born in this world,
But I was born this way.
It’s my right to be myself.
It’s my right to choose.
    
I choose the culture I love.
I choose the society I love.
I choose the friends I love.
I choose the family I love.
        
I choose to start the new life I love.
I choose to learn the knowledge I love.
I choose to study hard for my dreams.
I choose to work hard for people I want to help.
        
I choose the life style I want.
I choose the hair style I want.
So I wear pink because I love,
Not because I am a female.
      
I choose what I love.
I love what I choose.
This is my life.
I was born this way.
Luna Fides Mar 2018
i witnessed a burglary today.

kids were seating at the back side of the jeepney
***** feet hanging,
snot running down their noses
the one beside me says,
“these kids will be thieves one day.”
and i look at these
little mud-eyed ones
filled with silent anger
and confusion.

if this is how we cast them
how could they change something
that was molded in stone for them?

we are responsible for the next generation
and yet we rob these children
a chance to create their own identity
and blame them for things
we should’ve
done
something
about.
jeepney is a public form of transportation in the Philippines
Benji James Mar 2018
Back on my high horse
Preaching, teaching
information, education
How to be a better creation
Of your own making
If I fall off my pedestal
I'll surely die
because I'm up so high
Stop trying to knock my know-nothings
Filling the air with empty words
They only fall on deaf ears
Inspirational quotes
Shared on virtual screens
You get lost somewhere in between

©2018 Written By Benji James
Chells28 Mar 2018
Growing up I never really understood
The concept of parenthood
Cause the adults around me
Only pushed their child to be,
What they wanted to see
Saying 'oh' education is the key
Maybe for them, but not for us,
And because of this we felt lost
Didn't know what to be believe,
What to trust
Inside us their beliefs were conceived
-
From a seed they wanted us to grow up into a full grown tree
But we were just weeds, fruits couldn't bear on our leaves.
You see everyone's not like you or me
You can not forsee
What they ought to be
Not everyone wants a degree
Or a fancy living
Money driven, life
Some may want to be a family loving house wife
The heart of the household,
Making sure the food's never cold
As well as the family
The stronghold of the home, the gravity
That keeps everything in place
Someone who can not be simply replaced.
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Others may want to be an artist
Even though they may not be the smartest
No joke their paintings, the contast, the shadows, are all the sharpest
Times of their best and their darkest
Can be displayed when their ability is harnessed
Simple emotions that are felt,
Can be reflected,
In their master pieces
The quality never decreases
-
And like me I don't know what this world has in store
But I know for sure
That a score is just a score
And nothing more
I will not let it tie me down
And have myself be drowned in what others believe,
Cause when the time comes my fate will be revealed.
And this little ****
Will be sure to succeed.

r.k.a
Priya Mar 2018
Tired and exhausted, here I sit
Thinking of the things that have changed today.
M Still confused, why it happened to her.
She has lost everything today.  Everything.
Her childish smile, carefree looks, innocent eyes.
Everything.
It’s lost now.
Her once sparkling eyes are lifeless now,
There she is sitting with a heavy heart,
Like soulless a creature.
Though she has not died physically
But her soul, her purity, her charms, her senses are taken away of her.
She is still pondering what her fault was.
Why that filthy looking creature who she has once considered her uncle
Had touched her.
Why he kissed her like that.
Her once gleaming eyes are now clouded with tears.
Her pride has been shaken.
It seems as if the man’s touch has taken everything that once belonged to her.
She is still wondering why she wasn’t able to react to that man.
Why this was done to her.
She took him to be a father like a figure
And he tried to destroy her pride.
That small girl, who has not turned even sixteen until now
Is surrounded with darkness
Wondering why she was so soft then
Even after knowing whatever is happening is wrong.
She could have called out for help but all she did was,
She sat there mindlessly…….
It wasn’t that she was illiterate a child,
No, she was quite educated a girl.
She had knowledge about the actions that could have been taken.
Yet, she sat there lifelessly….
Angry, no she wasn’t angry
For she knew it was not man’s fault
But it was her fault that she had allowed him so far
She was quite, I guess because she would have been taught to be polite,
To be quite and to behave nicely
For she was born a girl.
She is not suppose to speak out loud
Even if something wrong happens to her
After all she is a girl…..

But yes, indeed some things have changed today
Some emotions took shape in her…some feelings born and some died...
Anger and hate toward men had born
And that small girl of sixteen with gleaming eyes and huge bright smile has died….
She is no more...
The one who replaced her is stronger than ever.
She knows how to speak out loud.
She has learnt that verbally abusing the one
Who is sexually abusing you is better an alternative.
She has learnt to be bold enough to stand against society...
But still emptiness and darkness is there
Somewhere within her
Prevailing continuously
And will keep growing forever…
For her soul has been shattered today……..
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