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Max Neumann Feb 2020
if i accept myself it won't be dangerous
for others to like me
Today is a good day.
Poetic T Feb 2020
Expelled before I could haunt
your time,
             I wanted to be within you.

Wanting to wonder your halls,
         but I wasn't given time

to

show you that not every floor board
    was creepy, I just wanted to show


that you weren't alone,
                            what did I have to lose
I was no body..

But you exorcized your right,
           had that cloth man come

in your house...

But I showed him
                     that there is more
than one way to

                           defrock a cloth...


I locked him in his mind,
for a man of god there were some
                       dark things in there to
keep him in purgatory
                                 for more than this life time.

I touched your face,
                        it wasn't cold but warmth,


            never to harm but to keep safely
from those who'd do you harm.

A ring spins on the floor, words circular
at speed spelling out in blurred exhaustion.


                                                       I love you....
Xella Feb 2020
Such a phenomenon- stars
falling off the sky stars- a once in a life time event occurs
and I stare-
what more to do when face to face with the tragic demise your own fate to just stand and stare hopeless
quite poetic. Ain't it?
So when watching, This star fall-
watch the dreams of children perish,
you and I and they all know.
So stare- and stare hard
for we die once the view goes dark
and curtains close-
fade to black-
                                        The End.
You only live once don't ya?
George Krokos Jan 2020
It seems that as long as we have all got some money to spend
there are those who their friendship in some degree will lend.
The value of people though isn’t due to their amount of coin
but what they have to offer to benefit others that will enjoin.
_________
From "The Quatrains" on going writings since the early '90's
I give Increased Life to all I see
I want abundance for everyone
The infinite supply is plenty for all
To have riches and peace and fun

A gain for me does not take from you
Life is not a “zero sum” game
When freely we trade with each other
Since our desires are not all the same

We each have different values and skills
And create with our body and mind
That value we give to each other…
It’s how Increased Life is defined
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Dennis Hernandez Jan 2020
There are tongues
That speak to us more
Sincerely and closely
Than ever could one’s mother,
Than ever dared our brethren
Among us.
There are signed confessions brought forth
One can only make out
To a stranger,
Determined secrets revealed
Without our knowing,
While attaining from them
A self they will never meet.

There are jaded glances
That replenish us anew,
Hold us still and
Challenge our humanity,
Resetting the game in no-one's favor.
There are backward stares
Looking forward beyond,
Beyond our eternal place of hiding,
Stares that read,
‘Do not be fooled
By my looks,
By my gaze
Be fooled only
By my relinquish.’

There is transmission
Of silences
Carrying moments
Of speechlessness,
Moments of honoring the dead,
Moments of waiting one’s turn,
Their turn produced you.
Poetic T Jan 2020
You tried to disrespect
                   my mother..
saying she was easier
                  than a ****** on ****.

But you never knew your father,
was he the neighbour,
                       the homeless guy..

Na he was my older brother,
cos your mother had an open
                         all hours policy..

And you father was in his place,
behind bars, fifteen years

of being the ***** with shirt *******,
                           crop top of a  *****...

Your no brother, not a half or a quarter.

Your a spillage of happy hour
                             but your life

        is nothing more than time.

I got more respect just for breathing,
you haven't even got breath


cos your unqualified to live,
                     let alone breath.

You may be family, but you should
               have been aborted

as your still a clot



                                 on the floor of life.

Talk about my mother, and you'll
be found at the bottom of a stairwell,

unfortunate accidental demise,
               I can lift twice

                               my body weight.
Tatiana Dec 2019
Trigger my thoughts
     with a ticklish touch
and watch my body
     **** away.
As I shudder and plead
     for you to end my unease.
You think I like it.
     You say I like it.
Have I played my part yet
     like I'm some marionette?
Tug on my limbs
     make me respond to your whims.
Touch yields no pleasure
     when I'm young and in danger.
I dance because you make me.
     I lie still when you take me.
Words won't leave my mouth
     though years have passed.
You're a monster that destroys
     every child you contact.
But my pen still works
     and I'll write of you.
Like a villain in a story book
     you will end too.
©Tatiana
These poems are always the most difficult to post but I have to process it somewhere. It's not the first time I talked about the ****** abuse I suffered when I was a kid and it won't be the last.
Just a reminder to others that they aren't alone in their struggles and if someone is hurting you, doing anything that you are uncomfortable with in the slightest, speak to someone you trust. There are people who will help.
I didn't know what was happening at the time and I was scared to even say it, could barely believe it myself and now all I have left of this is my word that it happened. So I'll continue to write about it so that others can read it and not suffer in silence that way I have for years.
Bhawna Dec 2019
I don't know how to behave
While others are watching

I don't know how to hide
While others are seeking

I don't know how to express
While others are listening

I don't know how to sit
While others are staring

What I know is...
I don't need these 'others' anymore...
Life is way more interesting when u listen to yourself..
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