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donia kashkooli Jan 2017
mama don't cry. mama gets high
in pool halls and bathroom stalls
and nighttime bar-brawls
all while holdin' the boys down
with her bare hands
and cutting through
their bones
with her blue eyes and words of
desperation.

mama don't fight. mama don't hide
not even when there's 10 squad
cars chasin' her on the
405 cause she did it again.
and again.
and again.

*-z. vega
Alayna Mae Jan 2017
My name is not special, nor does it roll of the tongue
My time is spent wasted, instead of being young
My life is not easy or strong, but knowing I am alone still stung
And my heart craves for it to be un-hung

My world is always frustrated, no matter who I am around
My voice is never tough, but independent is the special sound
My mind is wondering so far, it took it turn to the ground
And realized that hell is my only home, with fire I drowned

My relationships struggle no matter what I do
My mental-mess breaks tension between loneliness and what I've grew
My lips part with words that mean nothing to others, no matter how hard I threw
And wanting it to be over so no one doesn't recognize my face and ask who

My feelings get mixed with confusion that hold me under
My love for him make me feel butterflies as thunder
My life is just work, no matter how much I wonder
And I just want to live and be set free and be in love for her
nang Nov 2016
There’s no point in dwelling upon this
Just move on
Get over it
Survive
That’s what I’m doing
Not living
But surviving.
Stewart barns Oct 2016
Down my way there's a sun but it don't shine
There's clouds but not white
There's dreams in lost lives
There's feens on both sides
The streets have cold days
But hot nights
Teens are knocked up
Fathers are locked up
Children all caught up
Down my way it's all ****** up
Arcassin B Oct 2016
By Arcassin Burnham


The dark is fragile to ones that haven't given their lives,
The ungrasp of something coming closer towards you,
Knowing your every move and duplicating your fears,
Seeing what is not there and scaring off any of your peers,
But somewhere,
Is where,
We all belong,
The holy Grail isolated from the world,
A place where you could be free,
See the beauty and conduct of freedom
All around you,
New friends,  a new race,
A new salvation,
Where color isn't problem,
And cops don't beat on us when they want,
But so far,
We aren't too far,
From societies harsh ways,
The dark will not harm us,
The dark will not isolate us from our destinies,
To be one with our entities and make no more
frienemies,
Hoping it would last long as any Utopia does.
©ABPoetry2016
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/p/ab-powtry.html
Ovi-Odiete Sep 2016
These serene days,
Where blue is the wind's muse
And Red the sea's Fume
Where white covers the skies
And grey, separates the cloud from the sky
These days of rushing hours,
Where Men are saddened from thoughs of yore
And children starving from pains of now

In these solemn days
And harsh nights
I will take my chances
And stand
Stand for what is right
In these days of colors

*Ovi Odiete©
I find it quite difficult to write more these days,
I know the muse will come again
Destre' Jun 2016
You don't know if you're inlove or just want to be loved
*I don't know

So you're probably not inlove?  Is that how that works?
R M Jun 2016
Don't say you love me.
I have a hard time
accepting those words.
Like they are foreign and
do not translate into my
native tongue.

Don't look at me
with such kind eyes.
It burns my skin and
overheats me.
Like sun rays on
newly exposed flesh.

Don't hold me so tenderly.
My body can't handle
the pain of your gentleness.
It has been conditioned
to the harshness of humanity
And may break apart if
handled any other way.

Don't leave me.
I know I am difficult,
closed off and crazy.
Truly a complicated puzzle
to piece together.
But I promise I am
worth it.
Nelsya May 2016
Brooklyn
is LONGING for his warm presence
because this place is cold
without him—
the fallen SOLDIER
who was lost in a sight
of a snow angel
in a battle of FRIGHT CAR

faith
that we never loose
and a pinch
of a never ending hope
awaiting for his HOMECOMING
in a cold Brooklyn
that even with
the heat radiating from a FURNACE
the cold won't melt away

catching
a hold of the SOLDIER
in a mid-frozen way
and in count from ONE—
to NINE
he become a man of no BENIGN
tempted by control
triggered by words of fear
he comply himself as a SOLDIER
of cold blooded missions
and for that cause—
Soviet is harsh

darkness
on a DAYBREAK
was enough to fill harshness
inside parts of him
that are already RUSTED
as the result of
being more a machine
than a man himself

wishing
from the depth of his consciousness
that he could turn back time
to where he was SEVENTEEN
with a hold of a friend
and a smile that was genuine
not a killing
and a destruction machine
that he is now
Nick Moser May 2016
Some people just don't win the big one.

And that's not fair.

It's not fair that some people work so hard to accomplish something, only to fail at it in the end.

It's not fair that people who like other people so much aren't liked back.

It's not ******* fair that some people feel their hearts literally break into a thousand pieces over love.

Over affection.

Over attention.

Over someone else.

It's not fair at all the way some of us have to live our lives sometimes.

Because sometimes,

Some people just don't win the big one.

And I'm one of them...
These are some hard times.
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