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I got three hours
Of sleep last night
And the one day
Something new
Or exciting happens
I’m too tired
So when I notice you
Starting to stare at me
From across the room
Watching you find ways
To touch me
Brushing my arm as you go by
Moving your knees
Back and forth
Until ours touch
But I was too tired
To think about you
All I could think about
Was my cozy bed
Waiting at home for me
And now
Writing this poem
I realize that maybe…
I should try to get more sleep
Pauline Morris Apr 2016
To judge another is really not your place
You never know how it feels unless you live inside their space
But maybe your just stupid, ignorant, or dumb
Please enlighten me tell me which one
Brent Kincaid Apr 2016
Bellicose beer-belled bad-*****
Bawdily belting down brewskies
Usually, boozily, bruisily beating
On weaker, sleeker funseekers
In the bar where they are, far
From anything like maturity
Hip hip hooray for unhip USA.

Ballyhooing big screen viewing
Myopic eyes watch others exercise
Freedom-hating grouch on a couch
Itching, *******; psoriasis and sloth
Unread armchair Brother of the Cloth.
One of the minions of opinions,
Hardened against morality, reality.
Saying it every day: USA, USA, USA!

Hating, bating, aggravating, skating
Right past solutions, conclusions
Preferring propaganda, ***** Miranda,
Stop mollycoddling, bottling up anger
Christ in the manger should be law
But they guffaw at reading The Book;
They took their religion from TV.
Freedom for me, not thee, in my USA.

Got mine, ***** yours, rights immune;
That tune don’t play here. No queers
No browns, yellows, Hindus or Jews.
I’ve got news you can use, I abuse
And oppress guys in a dress, yes!
Even if he’s white, it still ain’t right.
The Constitution is old, it just teases.
Mine is Republican Jesus for the USA.

A pigeon for old time religion and God
Everyone else is odd. I saw the movie.
It was groovy and pretty. Went to the city
Saw it in Imax, no blacks in the theater
Thanks to The Creator that gave us all
The intelligence to call things right.
Hip hip hooray for being lily white.
Hip hip hooray for the KKK USA.
Mark Parker Apr 2016
A battered head,
a bleeding brow,
washed in silence.
This is a prayer
for the victims
of ignorant violence.

You don't know when it started,
you began feeling half-hearted.
The peace within is broken,
you want speak but your choking.
And you can't let it go,
never be unspoken.
Often you're left in stitches,
yet your soul is worth untold riches.

A dusty street,
where the children meet
that have no alliance.
This is a prayer
for the sufferers
of ignorant violence.

One day they're safe, then they're not,
wars are not what we sought.
Explosions only leave what you believe,
while the helpless mothers grieve,
crying for help from God.
The angels aren't coming,
their sounds are leading to nothing.

This is a prayer
for the shattered vagabonds.
My grandfather was an old Okie thrown from his home who joined the military and became a front line engineer during the end of WW2 and continued to work in the middle east and Africa until he retired. From the day I knew him until the day he died, his fridge was stacked fuller than a supermarket. He said make sure everyone eats at the very least. It was the most important thing to him that everyone ate. He smacked one of my cousins upside the head one time for taking food away from a younger family member.
YieShawn Scutt Mar 2016
Tryna stay sane but it's hard
We practice being the same and for that we don't know truly who we are
I need to release myself but I don't yet know how
I have the weight of the world on my shoulders and honestly I'm  feeling bloated like a cow
We share this planet together yet we treat each other oh so foul  
We all wanna be content but no one ever teaches us how
There so much jealousy going on
And not enough people to put in work for it to get gone
YieShawn Scutt Mar 2016
For a while everything seems ok
For a while I'm able to save the grieving for another day
For a while I feel unstoppable
Like I can get over any obstacle
But you know what they say
What goes up must come back down
The inertia never lasts
The force of gravity is too strong and so to the ground I fall within a dash
Within the blink of an eye I'm so deep
You can barley see me
I don't even recognize myself because In resemblance of a garbage heap
I get so low that I don't know if I'll make it out
You won't hear me but in my head it's like an asylum i scream and shout
Trying to find the door as if I'm a Girl Scout
Hi would you like to buy some cookies
Sorry baby I don't have any moneys
So around I go
Going door to door making a fool of myself putting on a show
Oblivious I'm Solely worrying about the materials consciously  
Determination waisted because it's directed towards only gaining commodities
Will I continue?
Or will I change my ways? probably  
Or maybe I won't *** I still stay up at night dreaming of hitting the lottery
Kinda hard to stay positive
When we preach the opposite
Viseract Mar 2016
It's not that I'm cold
That I'm heartless
Or ignorant.

For one thing,
My passion for life
Burns bright enough to warm
My whole being,
My mind and soul.

For another,
I am heartless
Because a certain someone
Ran off with it
Yet I still care
For certain things

And lastly,
I'm not ignorant
At least, not fully.

I just selectively ignore
Those who are not worth more
Than a warning

So here's one:
Back off
Maya Wa Mar 2016
Thank you for calling me ignorant,
that just shows the kind of person you really are.
I'm not worried about you, so stop worrying about me.
I'm still alive and I don't think I'm going anywhere soon.....
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