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Jessica Jarvis Apr 2018
...My hardened heart has been awakened.
The broken grounds will begin to quake and
within the crevices between the faults,
Your rushing water will flood....
4/10/18

Here is a little excerpt from a much larger spoken word poem entitled, “Reborn”.
Kaya May 2017
The grounds seem wet
like the last layer of a years flood
or the beginning of a light drizzle
I cannot tell, I cannot tell

-Kaya
Seanathon Jan 2017
Wherever they are
Would you let these thoughts and dreams profound
Settle to the base of your stomach

Like that stray grains of coffee grounds
Not filtered through the thinness of society
But strained through the fibers of the heart

Ever flowing from the the mind
Until the truth is boiled down
And at the bottom of the cup found
Have a cup on me my friend. Because life is too short.
Martin Narrod Nov 2016
I rob roadside grave markers
I rub my *** at the library
And I never wash my hands.
I carry a disease for my popularity,
I *** in beds and get **** in my boxer briefs.
I get by with flashbacks and I like to lick the Slime off of toads.
I deleted my birthday.
There is no reason to celebrate
Or ever allow ice cream, nor smiling.
There shall be no smiling.
I am a heathen and unforgettable
But I don't hate and I ain't racist.
Terry Collett Jun 2016
Can't go
to my aunt's place
again, Benny,
Nima said to me
as we sat out
on the grass
in the hospital grounds.

Why is that?
I said.

My mother's found out
we go there
and she will be
watching the place now,
and it will be too risky,
Nima said.

How'd she find out
we were going there?
I asked.

She managed
to get me to say,
but I think
she knew anyway,
Nima said,
looking over
towards the trees.

Does she know
about me?

Not who you are,
but she knows
I'm seeing someone,
and having ***
with them,
Nima said.

So what now?
I said.

Have to book
a cheap hotel
for the weekend again,
she said.

Where abouts? I said.

She looked at me seriously,
I don't know,
not too far way
or we will waste time
traveling as I only
have a weekend pass.

I'll find us
some place near,
I said.

We lit up cigarettes,
and sat smoking.

She was in
a green top and jeans,
and her hair was neat,
but she had nothing
on her small feet.
A BOY AND GIRL IN HOSPITAL GROUNDS IN 1967
SassyJ Mar 2016
Falsified robots marching forth
Wronged as sons to sing sins
Conquering unconsciousness
Desire the buckets that reflects

Perplexed and cringed in winds
Sat on wings royally waiting fins
What is left after chasing stars?
A mirage of the patched skies

The sorrow is a stew that we chew
A frisk , the rising flight we muse
A fight within emphatically lost
Empathetic all over,toes to belly

Shall I tear the monument to be free?
Push the silhouette from the plinth
Reveal the sealed unwalked grounds
To connect and feel the world in me
Ultimate happiness is in oneself. I rise above it all.

— The End —