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Luna Maria May 2019
a red liquid
flew as tears over your
cheeks
not because sadness or grief,
but caused by guilt
we won't let you forget what you've done
the blood of the innocent
keeps sticking on your body.
I feel so ****** up lately
Nana Yaw Ofori May 2019
Drops round and run down low
Mud forms and creates tiny valleys within.
Red roads drop and rises ,
As insults flashes like thunder bolts.
Horns deafen ears,
As blood blinds eyes .

Rollercoaster highways,

Or more like riding a bull,
Feel the aches in the waist.
Infact the mechanical horses were older 
than earth herself.
You could see holes and rust 
in the metals.
The government stood by the red road idle,accepting fines and kinds.
If only they had listened to their cries,
Blood would still remain in veins.
Most road accidents in my home country are due to bad roads, old rickety trucks and careless drivers. Some blame the government, others blame the traffic police (they believe it's their job to check these things yet their corrupt ways make it impossible!....  The citizens call them "aban" which means "government".)
Jessica Chaidez Apr 2019
You are like a *******,
Baby.

Supple and grotesque, you writhe
Your way between my legs, over mountains of
Tender chicken *******,
“Slimy slimy slimy”

You said. I chuckled
Thinking of your skin clinging to mine like
A wet t-shirt because
No matter how hard I try to pinch you off
You spring right back, hands
Pressed against my chest.

We were as innocent as a young boy
Reaching into his pants, discovering what it is
To be touched for the first time, what it is to
Dance on the edge of the mountain.
Antionicia Apr 2019
one day 
it will be 
me
the love of my life
and the sun
rising above the trees
to capture
the scarlet night

we will rock 
back and forth 
                and forth and back 
and back and forth 
again 
and catch 
butterflies on our 
tongues 
as we bathe 
in the warmth 
of each other’s arms

my home
will forever belong
in
you
OpenWorldView Apr 2019
Love, essence of life.
Kind, patient and innocent.
Quest for a pure heart.
Sara I Raad Apr 2019
Watching you suffer was delightful
Like a box of chocolates
Taking my time, and in the moment
You see, I don't wish pain on anyone.
But you, oh you Mr.
You need it
You don't know the pain you've caused by body
My skin, my heart, my brain
You drove an innocent woman insane
That's the most sinful thing you can ever do
Drive a woman of God into pieces of two.
You ripped my skin into pieces
Expecting me to remain sane.
You stripped my voice,
The one weapon I had against you,
And turned it into pain

Sara I. Raad
Bill MacEachern Apr 2019
I walked through that door
They said "please, sit down"
"We've got some bad news,
And it's all over town"

"Someone said something,
And said it was you"
"She said that you touched her,
We know that's not true"

I've always loved kids
In all the right ways
I never looked AT THEM
Not even sideways

Along comes His Ex
His Ex with a grudge
She took my good name
And turned it to sludge

We all were questioned,
By all the experts
Questions that frightened
And questions that hurt

And "NO"was the answer
The little girl said
"Oh, I sat on his lap"
"But!, he only read!"

"Unsubstantiated" was
The word that they used
It stays with you always
A huge mental bruise

Forty years later
I keep them at bay
NO!, It's not right
But how it will stay
I was falsely accused of child ****** abuse back in the 80's..,
Back when all those day cares were being paraded into court on somebody JUST saying so!!
Ruined many a life...
Funny, I'm one of the lucky ones, though I still suffer, always on my guard, trying to insure that I don't leave myself vulnerable to ever having to go through that again.
For someone who Love's children, it's been a life sentence!!
I long for the days when
Ignorance was bliss
And
Innocence was kind

Waking up on birthdays
Used to feel full of magic
And special
Like that day
Was mine for the taking

Now
Everyday is the same
Dull and boring
Boring and dull
My birthday was two days ago and even I forgot...
S Bharat Apr 2019
The Master

The Master had a dog
And a docile goat.
Once he went through
Jungle in the boat.

There, he left his dog
Known as bad hat.
The dog returned home
And received a pat.

The Master's was then
A sweet darling pet.
It made the dog happy,
The goat very upset.

The goat annoyed none,
Made no mistake.
Still she was ******* to
A rusty iron-stake.

S. Bharat
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