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Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
Dad was a blowhole,
Mom, a plankton feeder
Who never neglected the pod.

The hunters would come
In their little asinine ships,
Looking to stick our
Good sense with sharp points,
Harpooning us into believing
We'd be better off dead and used for fuel.

But Mom would read to us
Stories from books about high water,
And tip those boats right over.

Nothing dared swim in our wake on such nights,
She was queen to the waves,
Who in bows and curtsies,
Became her subjects.

Little did we know this long, arduous journey
Was driven not by kingdom, but by extinction...
Max Neumann Dec 2019
were opened to






**** human beings:


22 murders in 2019 of Black/Trans Woman:
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GOD BLESS YOUR SOULS. GOD ACCEPTS EVERYBODY. EVERY-BODY.
TS Nov 2019
You built me a casket that was too small and expected I would accept it quietly.




-t.s.
Nyx Lilith Nov 2019
the ocean is red
red for the war,
red for the rage,
red for the passion,
red for the bloodshed, killing and death that comes with the conflict.

the trees are yellow
yellow for the decay,
yellow for greed,
yellow for sickness,
yellow for the colour of the metal found in the earth with worth more than anything else.

the sky is gray
gray for the smoke,
gray for the dullness,
gray for the restlessness,
gray for the colour of the snow that falls from the sky, riddled with toxic chemicals.
this is part two of a three-part poem, following the past and preceding the future.
Mark Wanless Nov 2019
walking the dog down familiar
blurry roads

what do i see but what i want there
to be

created a spaceship that flew me to mars
made a new planet named all the stars

followed good soldier into evil war
stopped all the killing hatred now more
memoona kazmi Aug 2019
The candles flicker and fumes
Rise from the wick
Into my room

A baby flame
Born at once
Took a breath and died

A mother with a coin
in her pocket chooses
poison as her diet

With gun pointing at innocents
The all say
Death for them is a child's play.......
Hi guys, i want all of you to open google and search for the brutality of indian army... Search for kashmir... Everyday hundreds of them are being massacred mercilessly...... They need our gratitude.  They want us to stand for them... Please stand for kashmir
L Jul 2019
My eyes are painted red. Hearts over both of them, dripping into my mouth after some frantic, vicious event with you. How I long for this again, my fierce lover, how I long to **** with you again.
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