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Shaylie Pryer Jan 2020
I hear nothing but waves, and the air cascading around me with flecks of salt,
But i see infinite stretches of vulnerablity, it's as if i want to cradle this liquid into a glass and rock it to sleep as the waves and water do to me.
It is already the beginning of the ash mixing with the salt,
And the coral as white as the rarest of albino,
The layers of life are being heated to an extra degree,
The sun which gives us prosperity and hope beams in an angry, mocking setiment as if a child has been abused.
Which it has.
And the child protection workers are nowhere to be found.

As a family we have to admit our mistakes,
We have to strive to be better,
We need procedure, supports to at least be good enough,
We need to stop beating, abusing, and bruising.
Because our child will withdraw, our child will retaliate, and eventually fight back or destroy itself in the process.
And we will go along with it.
M Grant Teague Dec 2019
Watch the wild winds of a whipsy whim
Courage
Cure for the caged coward covering care
Valor
Value validates the victim of violence
Patience
Paint pride in the presence of perturbed people
Michael-Angelo Dec 2019
I was born to be an outlaw. No not an outlaw-biker, but a true revolutionary outlaw, guns blazing towards the corrupt governments, horse riding into the dark desert skies, black cowboy hat tilted to the side, chewing bubble gum, cigarette and whiskey filled nights, thunder lighting burns the trails I've traveled with my horse, my horse is an outlaw too, free as a hawk in the night sky' searching for our next meal we go from town to town.

I'm saddened now I am a modern slave, but someday I'll set my soul on fire, whistle for my horse to come, make a change and destroy those pesky corrupted snakes, they won't imprison my mind again.
MisfitOfSociety Dec 2019
I smell a queen bee drenched in alcohol!
Dried up and soaked into a cotton ball!

Baked inside her two thousand golden wombs.
Emerging drunk on her chemical love.
One whiff and suddenly she’s my queen bee,
Now I dedicate my life to a spoonful of honey!

I hunt with the honeybees from the catacombs
Entranced by her chemical love song.
Seduced by the crown of the flower,
Sipping hung ovaries filled with nectar!

“I rose,
You rose with me.
Once a ******,
Now your queen bee!
I’m the mated queen,
You chose me!

With a body so fat and wings so small,
You should not be able to fly at all!
You can’t defy me!
I am your queen bee!”

Strong enough to hold down the seas,
Yet too weak to hold down the bees!
We don’t give a **** about what you say,
We will just levitate away!

We the bees don’t do what you say.
We the bees go our own way!
Bees don't like being told what to do.
Orchid T Aspen Dec 2019
))))))

I tried to save your life six seconds ago,
but the air sent me away
when I moved in its domain
to reach for your hand.


((((((


You were vilified in its winds.

It gushed of how you ruined everything.

))))))


It once killed you,
but you trudged back
from the river's part,
without spite,
holding an elder's rebellion.

Your         crime         was too heinous
and the wind begged me to **** you again.

((((((


With the trial withstanding your time,
I sought your records.

They were pulled in gusts,
spread over pinkened
cumulonimbus clouds,
and struck down to my hands
where I dropped them myself
in utter revulsion.

))))))

How could I ever save you?

You killed the air too.

!!!!!!!!
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