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DaSH the Hopeful Aug 2016
The non merciful metaphorical mercenary
Mastered ******* on critics when deemed necessary
Blow up the treasury
I ain't leaving empty handed,
Ima take a couple heads with me
It's never about the cash; lounge in a huge bath as soon as I'd stand in the rain and wash paper down the drain
Dead presidents spent on a winter coat
It's getting cold
I might move down to Mexico
And lean against the wall
Sombrero down with a sign that reads in Spanish "**** y'all"
Appalled at the outlook, I'd rather color in books than look at Facebook
Look at where this presidential race took us
We're getting *****, tooken advantage of
They ran amok saying **** they can't back up and y'all think they can handle us?
I pray that Yellowstone erupts and this place is all just ash and dust
I'll be gone, I'm all packed up, sayin **** it, move to Canada

Who's world is this
Don't give a **** who's,
I just pray that Trump lose
What a dumb ruse
Controversy don't win votes,
This ain't no TV show
Needa be in the mirror saying "You're fired"
I remember being nine and watching the Apprentice
Phony persona when the cameras rolling
Probly still on studio payroll
We gon' trust him with these nukes we holding?
Ram B Aug 2016
Again when it's empty
Again when it's open
A force fills in
A truth comes in

In Dance it is revealed
Close your eyes and see yourself dancing.
Close your eyes and see yourself dancing.
Close your eyes and see yourself dancing.

And let it flow
From within
You're seeing yourself
As God sees you
Your best self
Your best move
Your best dance
Flowing from within
Flowing out
Your best self
Your best move
Your best dance.
I remember the days when I was innocent
not a care in the world, no trouble on my mind
the first ten years golden, they lasted forever
who knew the day would come when I and her would be severed

love is lost then came anger then sadness
who knew that that would be enough to beat me near death
I wipe the tears and tend to my wounds
confused I find myself lost and afraid

I muster up every ounce of courage left in me
and I continue this long and awful journey
I know not where I go
I just know I mustn't stay here....
rootsbudsflowers Jul 2016
She sends me snippets of her body in photographs. If I was meant to forget her then why would she torture me so? Her hands and her hair. Her eyes and neck and lips. So vivid in a glimpse, I can taste her. Not so innocent when she's unzipping her top in this shot. Not so sweet as she sends me her bare hips.
Photographs.
Are such.
A tease.
Why throw it out of it doesn't go bad?
Leila Valencia Jul 2016
I thought I could nestle by your side
Could it be, that my hands touch your side, but infested
Tangled inside the swelling smell - festering a volcanic catastrophe
What we're taking as I touch each particle - what could've been blissfully ignorant now I can not brush by in darkness

Taking as we will, selling as we must
Concocting a planet that can can only bustle and bust
As we strain every purity and inject every man made chemical
What must we burn before the world will concave and fall?

Could it be the genetic machine work inside
Or to follow ultimatum authority and deny
The forest of green burning as we've never seen
The Closed door populous unaffected they seem, to see the unseen
The growing earthly hazard kept closed and quiet, closed tight, sealed, and slipped under the door
Until thousands slain, diseased ridden, suffering, crying no more, or....

Now, look it in the face, look it in the eyes growing sturdier inside
Growing cautious, concerned, with a stern eye to those who deny
Don't take a full 'no' don't take a full 'yes' open the library with prying eyes
Look for yourself, your words are the purest, your thoughts, your actions, your ideas - to be anyone else isn't impactful, purposeful or sincere
From now on, make your actions clear
You're built on your actions - isn't that clear?


I can not ask for you to hold me in such weak arms
Could it be, the first time, you need our arms to hold you up
Tidal waves of resistance, but persistent I will be
In living the green side, living inside of me
Leila Valencia Jul 2016
Weep Oceana weep, my sweetest dear

What a homebody you've been to me, darling Oceana

Now don't curdle my head and heart, but oh the distance
I weep for the distance

Each cradled memory - beaten with palm frans with invisible hands holding me


Meddling with time Oceana. Oh it's been time! My ocean current bringing me down, but I promise, so deeply to the marrow - there is no other one, to this day

Oh dear, my sails must go up you see.
My hands are wrinkling with time, sparingly - so I only hold your fainted lights in my locket to the unfolding oblivion

The wind on my neck, Countless stars guiding me north - a new destiny.
But in every written desire, I will always look south, back to you - my only Oceana
Leaving my home.
Alif Imran Jul 2016
Cloudy,
the sky is filled with heavily condensed water,
and birds flying away taking shelters,
and swaying long grass dancing,
whilst all I can hear is the loud sound of leaves blown by the wind,

No sun,
no shines,
clouds are marching,
soon, very soon,
waters gonna fall,

under the broken bus stop,
with broken rooftop and rusting metal,
I hold my small Carmine coloured umbrella
with the lush green leaves paint the background
the sky cried,
and the tears dropped onto my umbrella,
and millions more followed,

the tense smell of water mixing with the earth,
the smell of rain,
the smell of loneliness
perfectly captured by my friend, nature,
I stood there, looking upward
heavily cloud is darkening and darkening,

it is crying it most heavy downpour,
and all the nature too, silent,
and all the nature too are in deep grieve,
water is rising and drowning my feet,
the ambience is not creepy but tranquillizing
nature most expensive marijuana,

As cold as the ice,
clear like crystal,
so pure, so wild,
the heavenly droplets,

I stood so long at the bus stop,
waiting for the one bus that never arrived,
my feet were numb and start to sore,
move on,
move on,
so I let the rain washed away my uncertainty,

I took the first step,
of my agonizing journey,
through the deserted road,
whilst the rampaging storm is abusing me,
I decide to lose my umbrella to the wind,
and learn how to dance in the rain,

After a storm comes a rainbow,
the saying goes,
I believe in those,
cheap and cheezy echoes,

Rain or shine,
I am fond of them all,
nature is wild
wild is good
good for my unsettling soul,

so let's dance,
dance in this cold unbearable blizzard of rain,
of feelings,
let the healing begin,
aren't we all need healing?
Kamblamian Jul 2016
Wasting time
not crossed the line
moving slow
and now we know

we need to
Move
-Kamblamian
rootsbudsflowers Jun 2016
You visited me
And you asked me if
He holds me.

The way what you hold me.
"No."

And you came to me
And you asked me if
He craves me.

The way that you crave me.
"No."

No. No. No.

I could fill my gut
With "No."
Where you are "Yes."

I could live in your arms
I could feed off your passion
But no.

Because he holds me
In the night.
And he holds me
In the morning.
He holds me when
I'm sleeping.
When I never even
Know it.

And he craves me
Without asking.
He craves me
Without thinking.
Craving me
Is second nature
To him.

So
"No."
He's not you.
But you're not him.
And you were never willing
To be.

So go back home.
And give me back
The keys
To my heart.
You've always known.
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