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Mosh Microbiomes Mar 2020
Excuse me, Sir,
If i could just have a minute of your time?
To tell you about the colour purple
It's fading. No, I don't need your dime!

Just your attention, ATTENTION
We march at dawn albeit some can fly
Together we can find the other dimension
Where the purple things go to die

Let's walk & talk, yes that's not rude
Yes Sir, I know you need to save your pension  
But next we stand to lose red & blue, isn't that crude
If we could only extend our observation?

Without purple, how will we embrace the rain
Our purple polar bears are dying, excessive pain
Purple lives matter, purple rights matter
Yes Sir, I understand you can't physically care

But Sir, saving purple today is essential
Tomorrow purple can save white, it has the potential!
Take this pamphlet at least, won't hurt
Have a good day sir, excellent purple shirt!
gray Mar 2020
having to sit in room of noise
trying to fit in, trying to smile.
they keep on talking "how's this, how's that?"
i want them to stop, i don't know anymore.
they're talking about nonsense and trying to talk to me.
why are they talking to me.
i'm in the pastoral room at school and my head of year and counsellor are sorting out something and trying to talk to me. it is nt fun
Poetic T Mar 2020
What is beauty,
    if not bereavement
                    of exhalation.

Our symbiosis is just
elongated moments
   of perpetual pain,

and unending noise.

And when were void less,
         there is elegance
where our conclusion is

             peaceful silence.
Gray Dawson Mar 2020
Meaningless noise finds my ears
swimming words
Images flying
Eyes crying
I hold tight to my wrists
Clutch my head
My ears too
Let my voice whisper
"Stop, please."
As the thoughts and memories
Travel into my mind
They double down
Scream them away in my head
People watch
As my eyes go wide, and my head spins
Cover my eyes
As the tears fall one by one
Such dutiful soldiers
People advert they're eyes, in respect
and I fall apart
Mamta Wathare Feb 2020
You can raise your voice
As loudly as you please
I will only let my silence speak
My silence is louder than your noise
Poetic T Feb 2020
Your like, look at the bloke with no legs,
      I be like,  I can run faster than you mouth.

Yes I many be stumpy and do these shorts
      look big on me, but I'll never be shorter
than your short mindedness.

Running your gob like your mouth,
                                                   matches your shoesize.

Dam why would you even admit that..
  well I haven't got height but boy I have length

not like you...

Do you shop at baby gap for then tiny toes,

I'll always be higher than those belittling
                                                      ­                others.
for there short term gratitude.


My strength isn't vertical,
its that I can stand taller
              than all the misgivings that others
stigma me with.

Before they realise the truth,
that  is I can see a lot
             more truth than you can,
the taller they are the more noise

                               they make when they fall.
Ashlyn Yoshida Feb 2020
The screams at a game
the voice of joy
the laughter of hysteria
The breaking dawn's crackle

Lightening flashes
Booms of thunder
rain's chatter
birds' untaught songs

Footsteps running
lungs expanding
ragged clawing
gnashing teeth behind

tearing of cloth
red splattered floor
streaming tears
as she begs to hear more.
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