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Evan Leonhard Oct 13
Sprouting from a seed of ancient tribal conquest
We are the fruit of empires burnt down
We were tilled by the Cross and harvested in excess
So when our garden went barren we found new fields to plow
Self-righteous and cruel, we strangled the world with our vines
We logged and loaded our African brothers
We slash-and-burned our Native allies
Like weeds, we spread
Watered by a ****** reign
The new times made us like pollen grains
Shuffled by the breeze across the seas
Our spores took root in the muck of a swamp
And the rich southern soil yielded tall family trees
From trappers, to merchants, to sugarcane kings
Our tree’s lengthy limbs bear fruit both ripe and rotten
But yesterday’s crop is stored away when the day is done
Tomorrow’s harvest begins with me, for I am the rising son
GuiseOfALoner Sep 29
There’s something about writing
my feelings for you.

When it hurts,
the pen doesn’t stop.
With every ******,
it gets darker
and poisonous.

Until it all gets ****,
The tears smudged the ink.
Because no word,
no phrase
can ever substitute the pain.

All of them are wasted,
crumpled into the shred.
That’s what it’s like
thinking of you.

All of the hurting,
Time had made us
good enough
Not for each other
But for ourselves.

There were too many words
For us to say,
When all we needed
are four simple words.




the art of letting go
Julian Delia Sep 6
I want to apologise.
Broken relationships, I shall eulogise.
To those I know (or, knew);
Forgive my absence when you needed a warm caress and a hug,
But instead got frostbite, a torrent of snow or dew.

I am sorry for drawing a sword
When you were hoping for an olive branch;
I can be as thorny as an all-knowing lord.
I wish my heart was limitless,
And my kindness infinite –
I dream of love that is fearless,
And of joyousness completely exquisite.

Yet, that is not who I am –
I can be a calm ocean or a tempest,
A total commotion, or peacefully at rest.
I can be enigmatic and reserved,
Or, I can be charismatic, if the mood is reversed.
We are not good or bad;
We can be lewd and strikingly mad,
Or cunningly shrewd, or maybe sad.

We are the yin and the yang;
We all tend to sin, to our demons we hang.
We are objects of pure fascination,
In constant fluctuation,
A recalcitrant reconciliation.
So, I will say it one more time –
Look into my eyes, see through my guise.
I apologise to those who had no shoulder to cry on
And sought mine, when I was not there.
I hope you’re fine, and that someone showered you with care.
Finding peace when you feel like you are forever at war is difficult, but it's possible.
anthony Brady Jun 29
I lived,
to write
my story of
survival for people
who are suffering victims.
SCENES FROM AN EXAMINED LIFE -  author Anthony J M Brady Available from tradition.de
Marian G May 11
Disruptions in orders and patterns we’ve grown into
Should never be the key to a growing issue
When faced with bumps in the road ahead
Learn to love and forgive, never apprehend.
Cvash May 2
I used to hate your healthy avocados...until I had one
Not that your coffee tasted superior to my tea
But what's taste when you season mine with gun powder?
Yes. In case you did not detect, there is a lot of hate in this one.
Call me aggressive and spiteful, whilst holding your rifle.
They say hate bring about hate brings about hate brings about hate
so for you to understand, I put aside my ignorance and try to walk in your shoes.

OK, let's start:

A lot of trees, beautiful sky, delightful breeze.
A rich land where tenants are a many and they shun the proprietor.
I know I promised to be nice
but let's face it for that white picket fence
someone had to pay the price.

Start again:

Sunny coasts, bacon, eggs on toast.
Walk the dog in the park, life is not all that hectic here.
To make it clear, running out of coffee is my basic fear.

Flat stomachs.
In fact, six packs.
Cupboard full of knick-knacks
and plenty of time to kick back and relax.
Never-ending supply of niceties.

Calm waters, long walks along the harbor
and perhaps a tall pint of lager at the pub.

Throw some juicy ones on the barbie mate.
Who cares if 6.2 mil in Somalia are starving mate?
You say to me:
"survival of the fittest, Darwin mate"
"It's so difficult to fit in" I say; so tiring MATE
Did I say that right?
I'm Mohammad, as James in a play called "Aussie Catch Up"
and I don't know how to play that part.

What else can I say? they gave me a voice (although in English)
between the self deprecating migrant and the middle eastern rag head, the gave me a choice.

And by the way my boss tried to anglicize my name
she said 'Sebastian' had a nice ring to it.
Well go ahead, march to your colonial tune and have me sing to it.

Oh healthy avocados, you're too ripe for my liking.
Maybe I'm just used to a bit of rawness in my diet.
To be honest, I have a heavy heart, a dark one.
Maybe to reconcile, you should take a step
a very very very very very very long one.
Benji James Apr 18
Hate that you don't want me
But love that you don't need me
Don't you hate it when you're torn
Between all these ******' feelings
Love that you hate me
But lately, I can't take it
And everything is recently eating me
I'll surrender to every thought
And yeah you don't care at all
But babe I've had my share of regrets
But you were never one of them
Our true potential is still undiscovered
But how can we work this out
When you're hiding in the closet
And I ain't trying to cast you in iron chains
I'm just trying to make a change
And I want you as part of that plan
So step up and give me everything
This was never worthless in my eyes
But you burned some scars deep into my soul
But all that is over, Now I'm feeling sober
And I'm feeling so right, right now
Just wish you'd understand me better
See I'm not trying to make this heavier
Then it has already been
The rains washed away all the hate in my heart
And my heart is still pumping blood
Through every part of my veins
And I still get the shakes every time I hear your name
And I would never trade what we have
But right now it feels like all we had
I'm just hoping you can take a chance
Look at me instead of just glance
And sometimes the glass just shouldn't be fixed
But I think we should in a case like this
I just hope there's still a spark there
And I won't stop until I trigger it
I can still feel the electricity in the air
And I know that I've still got a love for you
Deep down inside and I don't want to let it hide
Just hope that you can put a little faith in me
Because I still believe in all you are baby.

©2018 Written By Benji James
Amanda Mar 29
I am so glad
Time changed your mind
You were able
To seek and find

You claim you forgot
Which is not as great
Let us drop it
Close the gate

I hope we make it
Past this looming speedbump
Over the road
It is only a lump

Let's move on
I think that is what's best
My final decision:
Put our problem to rest
An old one About a fight I got into with a close friend.
Tommy Randell Mar 22
I have known you for years
We were lovers in our teens
You took mine, I yours
This is what A History means

You cannot now say
It wasn't like that at all
When clearly it was, like that
As I certainly recall

I have photographs not theories
My memories have not been invented
It's not fiction, it's not stories
No matter how much you resent it

We have a History, a past, a record
We were an item, a couple, a pair
It was you  chose distant pillows
You were the one wasn't there

Now you are inventing these reasons
I hurt you, that I was the one
Broke your heart with multiple treasons
You were the one being cheated upon

It's all ******* and you know it
Who do you think you are... Adele?
You need to get a whole new Reality
The one that you're living in is not well!
Coming from and Living in a small town can become complex when old relationships can't 'come to terms with' current situations.
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