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Derrick Jones Mar 2021
Sun and moon

Flower and bloom

This is a cartoon

But also in tune

With reality

The stream flowing freely

Merrily, dreamily

The me flowing me-ly



We are Grist for the Mill

That’s the gist, I’m just a shill

In the mist, I don’t shoot to ****

I aim my arrow with love

To heal, I wield this skill

And I point my pistol high into the sky

I will throw away my shot

Again and again

So that others know where to aim

I am but a photon blasting into and out of the sun

I am all and I am one

Just begun, yet fully spun

Not just having fun, I am become
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BMJunior Jul 2020
rough white parchment
torn up by fine black ink
an octopus curls its legs around the deckled edges
But no ones knows
what those succinct drops of black said
in the room where "it" happens...
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2020
Caught red-handed,
You reach for the first thing
Your grubby metacarpus can find,
Be it a sabre or quill.

You ****** and parry away
In your journal,
All in the hopes you might
Besmirch me,
And strike it rich
At the same time.

But like Dido, Queen of Carthage,
Your bags of gold
Contain only sand.

This is your hapless undoing,
Mr. Hamilton,
Despicably so.
Don't use me as a crutch,
Fall on your own sword!

Talk about a fair amount
Of revisionist's history,
But we'll save that for
Another day...

Suffice to say:
History is in the eyes of the beholder.
No need to correct me, I'm well aware the Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton duel was with pistols, not swords. Just thought I would take a little poetic license.
Ash or KC Oct 2017
With every letter you wrote me,
I knew you'd be mine forever.
I thought you were mine forever.
You built me a whole new world,
Villages and castles,
Forests and oceans,
From just your paragraphs.
As I read them again,
I search for the time that you were mine,
I search for your love,
For the proof that you belonged to me.
The world seemed to burn down around me,
our world crumbling with our love.
Do you know what my mother said?
You're obsessed with your legacy,
paranoid with how they deceive you.
Now, you have forfeited the place in our bed,
The place in my heart,
The place in our love.
This was inspired by the son Burn from Hamilton: A Broadway Musical
War    -    New York
War    -    New York

After the war,
I went back to New York.

Studies, Law.
Practice Law.

                                                           ­           B
                                                    ­      M
       ­                                 L
Alexander Hamilton began to       C                                

How to account for his rise to the   Top?
Man, the man is...

Are you aware that we're making History.?          
(history has it's eyes on us)                                                

N       ­                                    do                           ­                    N
O                                          ­ you                                             O
N                                      assume                                            N
-                                        you're                                             -
S           ­                                the                              ­                 S
T                                       smarte­st                                         T
O                   ­                        in                                       ­        O
P                                           the                                              P
                         ­              room? (where it happened)

Why do you write like you're running out of time?
Write day and night like you're running out of time?
Ev'ry day you fight, like you're running out of time.


I practiced law,                                          
                  ­               I practically
                                      perfected it

C o n s t i t u t i o n a l   c o n v e n t i o n

Alexander?                                                   ­                                       
                         ­                                                            Aaron burr, sir.
It's the middle of the night.                                                           ­     
                                                           ­                        Can we confer, sir?
Is this a legal matter?                                                          ­                
                                                ­                    Yes, and it's important to me.
What do you need?                                                            ­                
                                                      Burr, you're a better lawyer than me.

Burr, we studied and we fought and we killed
For the notion of a nation we now get to build
For once in your life, take a stand with pride
I don't understand how you stand to the side

w a i t   f o r   i t

Sailing > London.
A n g e l i c a

The fact that you're alive is a miracle,
Just stay alive, that would be  e n o u g h.


How do you write like tomorrow won't arrive?
How do you write like you need it to survive?
How do you write ev'ry second you're alive?

Treasury                             or                                    State

I have to leave                              

Look around, Look around
H e l p l e s s
He will never be statisfied
That would be  e n o u g h
History has it's eyes on you


So what did I miss?
Have you read this?
My Theodosia,

Love                                                                                       Life­


Between the
and the



and it

and it

And we keep

loving                                                       ­                living

a n y w a y s


Laugh and we cry                                                           Rise and we fall


And we make our mistakes.

And If there's a reason I'm still alive, when everyone who loves me has died, then I'm willing to wait for it.

wait for it                                                           

wait for it

                                                            ­                    wait for it


When they died, they left no instructions,
just a
to protect.

(What is a legacy?)

Hamilton's pace is relentless,
But some day he'll be tired.
And the only thing the world will hear,
Is a gunshot being fired.



If I waited just a bit longer, I'd seen the world was wide enough, for both Hamilton and me.
Your eyes hold skies,
And there is no limit.
          You look back at me,                                                              ­              
And I know, I'm                                                           

I want to drown in your voice,                      
When you tell me I'm yours

I'll fight every war in the world for you,                                                    
If you let me look into those

intelligent eyes                      

I'll write you a letter every day,
Because every day,
I get a little more
Then you walked in and my heart went BOOM.
'What if this bullet is my legacy?
If I throw away my shot, is this how you remember me?

The world is wide enough,
For our love to be.
Just you and me.

Rise up.
We can fight the world together.

Time's up.
At least I spent this forever with you.

Wise up.
You taught me what love was.

Eyes up.
As long as I can stare into your eyes, I will lock my eyes every time.

What if this love is the only thing left?


What is a legacy?

Sometimes I catch a glimpse of the other side.
You let me make a difference.
We'll tell our story,
And we won't need to hide.

                 Un                                                             ­                                
              Deux                                                                       ­
              ­       Six
  ­                                                              Ne­uf

I'll see you on the other side, Mon amour.
If you know, then you know.
We both know what we know.
Elle Whittington Sep 2019
As Hamilton once said,
"I imagine death so much
it feels more like a memory."
The thoughts come often,
images of the ways I could **** myself
flashing in my mind.
I walk by a busy road
and I imagine jumping into it.
I stand on top of a building,
and I imagine falling off of it.
I see a bottle of pills,
and I wonder how many it would take to overdose
My mind,
constantly looking for ways out,
searching for the end result of death.
My body has decided to shut off all emotions.
Just cold calculations.
My mind has started to drift away
from my body,
as if I am not of myself anymore.
I don't want to die,
and that is my biggest problem.
It seems as if my mind and my body
want me dead,
but I want me alive.
I can't hurt anyone else,
and I am too much of a coward
to go into the unknowns of the next world.
So I stay here,
trapped in my mind,
trapped in my memories,
trapped with the thoughts and calculations,
of death.
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