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ema m Jan 2015
there’s no way to describe the feeling that enveloped me once you left
but if i were to have to do so
i would say that it felt like cold tendrils wrapping around my neck
******* my every last breath

if i were to have to put it into words
i would say that it felt like dull tweezers plucking at my heart
tearing it apart
not all at once
but piece by piece

if i were to have to explain myself
i would say it was like drowning in the arctic
the cold water
a brutal reminder of the cruel reality
where you left me
to sit alone
and surrender to the insanity
that has slowly consumed me
Amanda Nov 2014
Bang, bang, bang!
Shots rang out.
Bang, bang, bang!
On the sixth, he went down.
That ninth day of August,
two-thousand and fourteen,
a young man's life ended,
with an entire city's dreams.

They say he wasn't armed,
he didn't have a gun.
They say he fought back,
but the officer, he won.
Self defense or ******?
No one really knows.
Except the three who were there,
watching the nightmare unfold,
and so it goes:
"Michael Brown was murdered!"
"That white cop should burn in hell!"
"It was only self-defense!"
But to Michael, they said farewell.

Two sides to every story,
that's the way life goes.
You were not there, and the three that were, are the only ones who know
what truly happened that tragic night
when a young man lost his life.

So heart-wrenching a situation,
yet for the family, there is no peace.
The jury came back: no verdict.
And though they wished the violence would cease;
Turning the white man free
who shot their son
caused an uproar in the crowds.
They asked for peace, but they were not heard - the violence was too loud.
Flags of our fathers being set on fire,
dancing in the flames.
Shots ring out, stores windows smashed;
now, tell me, who's to blame?


This is not an issue of racism,
but of human decency.
The white man should not have shot the black man, but he could not set him free.
It is his job - his duty,
to protect and serve the law.
That fateful day, we may never know,
what it was that Michael saw.

Each man stood up for himself
in the best way that he knew how.
The outcome of what we now know
as the ****** of Michael Brown.

The media perpetuates racism,
there’s a different story everywhere you turn.
We cannot allow them to keep us apart,
and just sit here as they watch us burn.
Please, I beg you, from each man’s side,
it’s all been taken too far.
We need peace in the streets,
we need love in our hearts,
it’s all getting too hard.


My brothers and sisters,
and loved ones, too,
please listen to me now:
We cannot continue to stand apart
when war is happening on our very grounds.
We treat each other with hatred,
love is far from within our eyes.
How can we ever know peace
when all we tell each other is lies?

The unrest needs to subside,
the revolution needs to end.
Is this what your forefathers fought for?
You are ruining what they tried to mend.
It's sad that I even need to say this, but any and all hateful comments will be deleted. This is my take on the situation - nothing further needs to be said. Thanks.
Makenzie Marie Nov 2014
I crave your touch
your eyes
your lips
everything about you
I miss
You've got me hypnotized.
I long for you
for my hands in your hair
our fingers intertwined..
I wish I were there
or you were here,
or we were anywhere,
together.
you and I.
I miss you.
I feel the fire of you
everywhere
from my lips
to my fingertips
you will not leave me
the summer heat
you kissed me with
has seared my memory
Mick Nov 2014
The world is my canvas,
I am the rainbow that illuminates it.
My colors fill the open spaces surrounding me.
I see beauty with my eyes closed,
I speak my wisest words without a strain in my vocal cords,
I lead an army with no weapons.
I speak when I am not spoken to.
I create Unity and destroy resentment.
A man I once bought dinner for
had a body filled with darkness ,
I met his lurking shadow before I was introduced to his warm soul.
"I can't make it another day"
"this is no longer a game that I can play"
"I want to break away from my fate"
"3 big macs and a bottle of ***** that will help me think straight"
"I have this hole in my heart but its feeling more like a never ending weight"
his overused cardboard sign hung off of the side of his garbage filled shopping cart.
his fingertips froze against my palm
we talked about his life
his brother and mom
their drug addictions
and how he has survived so long,
he was 32
with no home.
he understood life in only one tone.
i feed,
I listen,
I speak influential truth.
what I said to him,
through my guitar callused hands,
saved his delicate life.
Purple vibrated through his toxic chest.
Purple.
the color of
wealth
power
creativity,
independence
dignity and wisdom.
purple filled His veins.
My weaponless army will proceed to expand.
and my soul will always be available for helping hands,
my guidance will forever lurk in the dangerous shadows,
I will speak when I am not spoken to because
speaking out of turn
saves souls.
and one day, everyone's soul will drown in purple.
Broken hearts

Life passed by in a matter of seconds
Things would never be the same
As my heart wrenched in pain

Day after day
Things got worse

How could you let this happen
Making me think things were fine
That's where I drew the line

I cried day and night because of you
Months without you
I forgot all about your pretty little face
But then you walk back into my life
Reality hit me harder than you leaving
Sight of you made me forget all self control

You told me
"Baby I miss you, I promise I'll never leave"
"You are my life and I love you"
It tore me to pieces seeing you cry for me
*I never wanted you back


Yet words slipped out
"The things you did are unforgettable"
"But here's one last token"
*"Next time please don't leave me broken."
Aria of Midnight Oct 2014
Heartbreaking silence
stabs deeper, majestic wounds
than unfulfilled love
Daniela Parra Sep 2014
Once there was a girl
A shy quiet one
And she wanted a guy
With all her bare heart

This guy took noticed
How the girl looked at him
So he reached closer
To the girl just to see

He saw how she opened
Her heart just to him
He saw how to others
She closed with a click

But the guy was a boy
Who once played with toys
And this boy grew up
To play with her joy

The girl was not the same
Since that special boy
She locked herself away
And could never return
This is the first poem I post, I really like reading poems, I noticed it the last school year and a couple of months ago started writing some, I just found this page and just thought it would be fun to share some of them
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