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John McCafferty Jun 2020
Tides continue to turn
Though Rome has changed
The sun still circles as people pray

Prompted to pace
Echoes of rage
Darkness seeps in the shadows
of her longest day
Still we afraid

Little bubbles rise from the fireside
Frustrations heard on the mount
Count in reverse internally and observe the confusion or clout
Why do you serve one of the two when collision rules for the powerful
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Cattatonicat Jun 2020
What gave you the right
To use me
To make yourself feel powerful?
Few words engulfing dozens of emotions. 
Smiles covered those blushes, 
Bitterness holding hurt 
Yet ample of hidden love 

Just Like the phases of a bud
 Blooming into a beautiful flower. 
I discovered this sweet affection

Turning into a desperate passion 
Setting souls on the spark of desire  
Rekindles the thirst of a wild lover.

Once again,
On those fruitful aims. 
To behold u in those arms, 
Naked with the vulnerability of truth.  
Listen to that melodious voice. 
As heart unfurled those dark hues 

I know I'm not worth it sometimes.
To hold so pure and untamed soul. 
Yet I wanna be blemished with ur scars. 
To hold them as victorious marks 
Symbolizing all the love..
 that wants to build its way.
#love
#dreams
#romance
#bitterlove
No one rules the world forever
It is you today may be soon my time is coming over.
At those times Unlike you i will be sober
We will meet again when its my turn and your time is over.
I will be the lion when you will be rat.
Tuffy Mutombo Jun 2020
What good is unity if you don’t see u in it?
What good is success if others can’t get it ? What good is peace if a whole race can’t enjoy it?
What good is love if others have never felt it?
What good is your voice if it stays silent
when the world needs to hear it?
I see the whole world lacks class like it’s facing truancy.
Blinded to its pain while sleeping with hypocrisy.
Birthing anger, while aborting empathy.
We really need transparency
People would rather be politically correct, than sit and listen to solutions.
So they hide behind laws, and ignore the pain.  
They won’t take time to get to the root of the trauma, years of unpaid labor, and endless torture. Victims of a broken law system cry louder, protest until their feet get blisters, but still won’t get a word from their leader. A first world country treating others as third world citizens.
Getting to the root of the problem would mean they would have to listen and face their demons.
So to ease their pain they hide behind their ignorance, and false traditions. It’s easy to judge what they don’t understand, point fingers and blame others, lack human decency, just to see what they want to see!!!
Don't look at your scars and be ashamed.
Look at them as a reminder that you are strong,
and that what you're going through will get better.
Don't be ashamed of your scars, as they do not define you;
things are sent to test us, to push us to our limits, but don't give up.
Just remember whatever you're feeling now will soon be gone.
Your worries will be lifted, and you'll be thankful that you got to see the sun rise another day.
TyeniWrites Jun 2020
In me is a world of words
Ink runs through my veins
I am not only art
I make art
I write to feel
I bring magic to life through words
I have the power to create a whole new world with just words
Fear Me
I am soldier armed with a pen and paper
I hold the highest power
I am a writer
Brewomble May 2020
Wipe me down Inside out
Turn the music up to drown Me out
Liberated women but no words come out.
Make me shiny, better than before/
This is the better way
Even maple trees, those of pine
Aspen, cherry, and oak
My rawness was beautiful, but needed a different touch
Wipe me down Outside in, I can't remember who I was Before-
Render to silence or invasive compliance
Our mothers are seeds of time
Having branches they want to climb
Now that I'm older-
Polish
Me
Down
I am a woman before my time.

~Bre Womble
5/30/2020
Women can no longer be silenced.
Lexi May 2020
We are these hunger driven monsters
We are these broken vessels that consume our body
Our desperate conscious tells us the things we beg not to hear.

The wonder of the mind
So extraordinary
So powerful.
The thoughts that turn into reality and the so called endless time slips away to a close.
The life we dreamed of washes of with every breath we take and every step we make
We realize how unclear we really are
No plans or hacks that we believed we had for our lives truly let alone nearly comes close to ever becoming a reality.  

We are told once again the things we wished wouldn't be told.
hybridstorm May 2020
Flow through my dry hair,
Enrich me with your strength,
Kiss me on my cheek softly,
And let me grow into a grove over you.
Certain people, places, things and forces have the power to love you and heal you so much that you end up forever indebted to them, for their unshaken and unconditional care. Respect them, and they sweep you off of your feet, into a world of beauty and brightness.
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