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Anya Jul 2018
Why should I?
I ask my insistent self
And instead of
Giving me some convincing reason
She says
Why should I?
No matter what others say, the only one who can truly understand or at least speak for ourselves is ourselves. Also bringing the idea that the only way to be content isn’t to look for external answers but to be happy with ourselves.
Brent Kincaid Jul 2018
Mom would say, “Your dad has friends,
Black friends on the police force, of course
We don’t set down to eat with them.
It wasn’t safe to say to her, “Ahem.
Did you hear what you just said?”
She’d swing one upside my head
And it would be like a garden gate
But with the weight of her stout arm
And the harm she could do with that
Sat me back down on my bony ****.

I wrote “black friends” but that is because
That was not the word she used, applause,
Applause. Clean it up for the publishment,
Don’t cause a resentment for the wrong reason.
It is never the season because I am white
And it’s never right for me to say the N word,
Haven’t you heard? They can, and I can’t
Even in a rant that describes the horror
Of living in a half right, all white world.

My fingers permanently curled into fists
So hard to resist saying to my parents
“You daren’t speak like that to the preacher
Or half of my teachers because they’d see
Just how deeply grained racism can be."
And both sides would take it out on me,
Just a kid, so I agree to hide what you did.
I agree to pretend you aren’t part of the problem;
Another prejudiced person, training me
Explaining to me how life really is right now.

You saying to me “Don’t put your lips there
On that fountain. Some N person might have, too!
And that made sense to you. Perfect sense.
You were that dense, that unquestioning, too.
Ready to do what your white society dictates
And making me into a swinging garden gate
If I don’t toe the line, and hold my confusion
While I pray for no contusion from the slap.
I hold hands in my lap and act submissive.
And I act like I accept all this as right
Because I am white. But, even though I won’t
Say a word at ten years of age, I don’t.
Anya Jul 2018
Golden light spills out in between the crevices and cracks
The world seems still save for the slight wave and rustle of each branch conversing with the wind visible to a discerning eye
Somewhere off in the distance a machine rumbles
The click of a light turning off
A voice calls out
Another mutters
Not still
Not completely peaceful either
But not loud either
Pleasant
A sense of comfort
A sense of security
just the way I like it
Lily Jul 2018
The sensation of
Your hand in mine makes me feel
Like it is all right.
Brent Kincaid Jun 2018
Dream horses
Come to me tonight.
Take me away from here
And show me sights.
Show me the cloud valleys
And canyons of thunder
While I pull up the covers
And hide deep under.

Dream horses
Let me ride with you tonight.
If we ride out together
I know everything will be all right.
I’ll laugh and call out to you
And all the worries I had today
Will fall behind our happy pace
And the world will go away.

Dream horses
Give me memories I can take
Into the dawn and cherish them
When I up and I am awake.
I will gather those memories
And I will play them again
As I wait for those nighttime
Hoofbeats and neighing to begin.

Dream horses
Come to me tonight.
Take me away from here
And show me sights.
Show me the cloud valleys
And canyons of thunder
While I pull up the covers
And hide deep under.
mindmatter Jun 2018
strings turned to wire
not even fire
can break them apart
her hands can’t break
her words can’t shake
the love we share
I drift away
asking for help when I pray
the wires bring me back to you
she kicks and screams
she brings me to my knees
I rise to feel your heart
the air echos with temptation
reminding me of expectations
that she made for me
I close my eyes
I remember I only fight
to keep you close
my life yearns for peace
to stay rooted like the trees
keeping upright as she whispers
my hand grabs yours
so my soul is secure
with you there’s no defeat
I lay down my head
thankful that I’m not dead
like I once wished for
because tomorrow will bring
new views of angel wings
you carry to fly high
I never want to miss
another moment of bliss
just you, me, and the moon
her name still haunts
her touch always taunts
but she’s not you
and you are all I’ll ever need
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
I walked into the new room of my home,
the painted trees guided me towards my bed,
I lay down looking up to the ceiling smiling,
the dark walls are painted in white.
A somewhat attempt of an epigram? It may have not been the best, a lot of them do revolve around satire, however I wanted to go with the smart approach and show how the change in a room’s appearance can really help your state.

My room used to be dark. I used to have walls that were essentially dark brown (painted), dark curtains and pretty much a lot of dark tones. Recently, we revamped the whole room and painted it white. I came to notice how the white room gave me such positive energy, it made me feel quite happy, awake and overall gave a feeling of comfort.

I always saw trees as a comfort since a child. When I wasn’t talking to others, I would be nearby trees almost just examining them, staring at the leaves, the shapes... I was a bit of an oddball, but it was a huge comfort. I even had one tree I would leave little flowers around and notes. So yes, essentially even at one point I had a favourite tree. It was a willow, by the way.

So trees have always given me a sense of hope, freedom and love. So having painted trees on your walls, can have the feeling you are in a little forest happy as can be.

White, black and red have always been favourites of mine throughout life – Most likely because of Snow White but, I also just admired the colour-scheme. Even in make-up I would wear my light foundation, red lips and the black eyeliner. I feel geisha make-up partly inspired this.

In reality, my bed is almost like a comfort zone. It’s not bad to have breaks to lay down. When you have moments you need to cool-off or relax, a bed is a good comfort – maybe short-term, but not long-term of course. I am hoping to aim to try and get out a little more. It’s a big step for a sheltered individual like myself, but I know it’d be better in the long-run.
after every massacre
by some fanaticized pathological idiot
politicians call upon their citizens
to come together
and pray for the murdered and their families

this is absolutely appropriate
also absolutely inefficient

but it seems
that ever since 9/11
the nation only comes together
AFTER more of its members have been killed

I wish very much
that the nation
   AND politicians
would come together
BEFORE  the next massacre
and take appropriate action
to prevent such disasters
in the first place
https://edition.cnn.com/2018/03/02/us/school-shootings-2018-list-trnd/index.html
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