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The Calm Oct 2016
400 years America ,
For 400 years America, we've been playing this game of cat and mouse, and for 400 years America, you refuse to give us the keys to the house.
For 400 years America , we've been asking to be free, and for 400 years America , you sat there and you promised me, all the freedom I could ask for , for just a small fee
For 400 years America , we've been paying that small fee in sweat, and a concenratred mixture of tears and blood
For over  400 years America , we've had to watch our people bleed , for over 400 years America , you've literally scorched and scathered and destroyed our seed.
For over 400 years America our sons, daughters, fathers , mothers have bled and for over 400 years tear after tear was shed
The flags that represent you, make you free . But the same flags that represent you, don't represent me. The flags that say "all men are created equal" considered me an animal and there seemed to never be a sequel.
400 years later and still "no refuge can save, the hireling and slave from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave" I am not blind, don't need a stick or a stave, I am not foolish, I see the road that you page
AfterImage Sep 2016
I am a person of almost and kind of.
I am a shadow of what I was
Hidden in the darkness of a past
Cast down by the light of the future.
This present of in-betweens
The liminal space in which I exist.
The here and there on the journey ahead.
I am the line between the points
The mystery before the solution
I am the median, the average, the midway
I am incomplete.
Pieces of a whole
unable to form the big picture.
This limbo of emotions
The neutral of positive and negative
Inactive, inert, insufficient.
This heart filled with grey
Longing to see through rose colored lenses
Paint my world with emotion.
Trade the silence for music.
To fit in the missing pieces.
But almost doesn’t offer solutions
And kind of doesn’t capture the horizon.
AD Snail Sep 2016
Counting off regret’s,
And crossing off dreams,
As I sit and rot away in this prison of the past.

Just a spec of light shines in through the bars,
As I keep myself hidden in the darkest corner of my cage.

A smile appears once and a while,
On my dull express less face,
And some day’s I’m too tired to try.

As I have isolated myself once again,
I feel incomplete but I will always feel this way,
Because even when I surround myself with good and bad people, I always still feel incomplete.

So I sit in my empty, hollow cell,
And wait for the day when I feel somewhat complete.
Reading all my poems on PoetFreak and finding the one's a kind of liked the best and the one's others liked a lot, so I shall never forget them.
ylruceiram Sep 2016
We are all the same buildings
But with different foundations
Variety of colorful and bleak paints
And the mismatched furnitures inside us
That make us look -complete otherwise
Humans are just complex creatures.
Close the door,
Firmly shut,
Hear it click,
Locked away.

Pretend I'm not here,
I'm nowhere,
For I'm not where
I want to be
So
I may as well be nowhere.

I can hear them outside,
Talking,
Laughing,
Love,
Happiness, it's never been so
Heartbreaking.

My heart is filled with joy for them
Yet yearns for the joy I'm missing.
Disappointment consumes me for my eyes
Are not supposed to be green.
Never have I felt so happy for someone
And sorry for myself.
When you're happy for others but feel sorry for yourself, even though you've no reason to because you're truly blessed you just tend to forget! Or choose to focus on the negative.
Tehreem Aug 2016
There are pieces of me in you
As I have of your pieces in me
Completely incomplete like you
You are equally divided like me
Half moon in the consummated skies
Unfinished dream in my doleful eyes
Distant face all I see is you
Missing person is just me
I speak nothing except you
You wasted valued time on me
My favourite story is always you
When your repulsive habit was me
Half heaven. Half hell.
Tehreem Jul 2016
Since when you become
A voice inside my head
Half of me that's still missing
My misplaced puzzle piece
Fuel of desperation and need
A last ray of dying hope
Missing the magnificent.
Pink backpack
With a face of a girl
Painted on the cloth

Rode on his bike
Every day on that road
Rain or shine

Hopped from the bike
Kissed his cheek
Whispered, "I'll miss you"

Sun set at 6
She's out of the room
He waited for her

6 months passed
She's out of the room
He waited for her

Hopped on the bike
Kissed his cheek
Whispered, "I miss him"
Chirayu Writer Jul 2016
One Day with You
On a candle light dinner,
Me and a Rose
Splash a Swash time in (......) Cup".
Amour voice left inside the cup.
#Incomplete Love
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