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Francis Jul 2018
Lights in the Sky,
Lights in the Sky,
How many have died,
For these lights in the Sky?

A web of familiar photos,
Flashing before my eye,
A bundle of lights are flashing,
Flashing throughout the sky.

Noisy lights bashing,
Crashing through my eye,
These lights aren’t dashing,
Their sadness is masking,
while mashing up the sky.

Today, like many others,
We seek lights flashing in our eye,
To remind us of our strength,
Yet strength is hard to come by.

Unity and tranquility,
Yankee Doodle, do or die,
So keep igniting these lights,
As they dance throughout the sky,
As my eye sheds another tear,
on this wonderful night in July.
What does this mean to you?
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
In a world that loves the artificial,
there are those who will always
love the natural
Funny how society says 'embrace your flaws! Your skin is beautiful! Your body is beautiful! Who cares if you have cellulite? Or acne! Or bad skin?'
when the reality is they don't want to see anything BUT perfection.
It's now 'courageous ' to show how you really look to sociery, especially when you hid behind the illusion of perfection and filters and crap.
Let's keep it real - this philosophy of proud to natural is dying.
But I am one of the few that hold onto it. As long as it's in me, the idea will never die.
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
You tell me my sins will plague me
You make me bathe in holy water
With cuffs, you lead me to steeples
With rope, you Bind my hands
With thread,  you sow my eyes open
You light a flame and burn the scriptures in my memory
I love black
But you make me wear white
On Sunday you wake me
And torture me with fantasy
Everything in existence is because of three letters
GOD has granted me my bless'ng
He has risen to lead me through pur'ty
You bash my head with GOD
You suffocate me with the words of the b'ble
I shall remain pure and untouched
Only when I wed will I expierance that h'ly act of love
I have learned these teaching through
You, father
I have practice these acts through you father
I am not pure for your GOD
If you can't accept me, you should feel ashamed
I accepted a GOD you so blatantly beat in my head
You accepted the unpure alcoholism you practice
You accepted the conceiving before marrying
You accepted a son who beat your daughter
You accepted a daughter who also conceive before wedding
You have not accepted a daughter who has done nothing but obeyed
You have coward behind three letters your whole life
GOD
You blend relig'on and family
How have you not burned from your infedality
How have you judged everyone but yourself
You play GOD to often
I'm tired of seeing your costume
I'm tired of seeing your mirage
I'm tired of believing your GOD
Don't get offended and if you do I don't care
Alaina Moore May 2018
Snaps

Garçon
An order of perception please;
Side of hand mirror.
Additionally,
I'll take a pair of shoes,
Your size fits
For dessert I'll take personal reflection
But no hypocrisy, for it doesn't settle well.

Merci
I wrote this poem after a night of partying with some powdered noses who ranted and raved about other people, who were not present. Talking about people, friends, family, is one thing - we all do it. However, whenever the words that are spouted are laced with ego-centrism and hypocrisy there is no positive outcome to that type of conversation. Not saying I've never done it, but in this moment I realized how childish and pointless this jargon is. It was a nice reminder to remember to think about others realities before you interpret one for them.
SoVi Apr 2018
Drifting across currents
From oceans to oceans
Remnants of war.

Drunk on Confession
High on Calamity
Make yourself immortal.

Poison the clouds, poison the water
Watch people collapsing
From metal dragons in the sky.

Flushed from Blazes
Deaf from Explosions
You’re the cause of war.

Low on empathy
Empty on repentance
Deception built on misconception.

In a world full of peace they’ll come and hunt you
But during catastrophe, you’ll be our hero.
You're a man of war.



© Sofia Villagrana 2018
At the top of the pile,
***, Drugs, Parties and Pampering.

At the bottom of the heap,
Disease, Prison, Debauchery and Punishment.

At the top of the Ego,
*******, Model, Heartthrob and Princess.

For having Ego like they do,
Gangster, *****, Repugnant and Scandalous.

* It is amazing to see,
how these social standards work.
For only THEY can be,
ones who receive these perks.

People of low I.Q., poor looks or appearance, mental health issues, deformity, obesity or poverty have virtually no chance in the criminal justice system all while the most criminally-natured are the psychopaths controlling the justice system. When you get to Heaven make sure to ask Jesus why God preferred things this way.
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