Leila Valencia May 2016

Some days I feel like I'm the only one sitting on land mines of havoc and malarkey in hazardous debris
These bones, This body
Can't hold the weight of the weary world
My mind thinks otherwise

You see the smut upon my face, disdain you say
My flow of emotions, rolling, unsettling I hold an exterior of persistence

Climbing the highest mountain
Pulling, pushing, holding, (my inner guides lead me)
Tenacious, determined, forceful, unshakable (my hardy heart wont deter me)
One day you will see my silhouette from the mountain top - Just wait my dear

Capricorn Sun Sign

Warm tears run down my face
The pain to great for my heart to bear
It breaks
At losing you
But my love is tenacious
And yours alone, my Rachel
I have caused you heartache
I have brought you shame
But know that you are sacred to me
A gift from God
And still, my love is yours

I am not yet complete
Not yet competent
Nor worthy of your love
Yet in vows now written
Unspoken
And still, my love is yours

My soul is wrenched from it's moorings
My mind now must face my flaws
No longer can I hide in false naivety
And still, my love is yours

Mark my words, Sweet Treasure
Watch for the day, My Beloved
For I will make you proud

And still, my love is yours

I love you more than life. I will return the man you deserve, and the man I deserve to be. And Still Will I Love You.
AMIN Aug 2015

SHE so that her skirt was devastated
UP TO "love" went to search a new word for self
SHE fled of herself
SHE ran and went of herself

DEATH not found
A word
OR syllabic
OR voice
FOR himself
IN torture of touching she

Dedicated to:Feminists
Magnus Apr 2015

With every breath
I feel the kryptonite continue to smother my heart
Slowly but surely
In this miracle
This is my part
The ostracised great kid
It is then that you're at your pinnacle

You've always been my hero
But you're the first
The first hero I know
To hurt your followers
Except I've always been your only follower

Since the day you took my hand
And walked me through the forest, tight gripped
When we got to the desert
It took it's scorching toll on you
And your grip got weak
You forgot that there was a child holding onto you with his life

Even though you trudge Along
I know you'll get to the end
And when you do
I hope you'll still love me when we reach the forests again

Even though your Monday-blue eyes look at me
And send me spiralling down into psychosis
All the way down
I'll send you gamma ray messages
Saying,
I'll always love you.
My hero

SøułSurvivør Nov 2014

a
tidepool
brought
me
to
an
epiphany
about
how
to
live

i
found

limpet
attatched
to
a
rock

i
tried
to
dislodge
it
from
the
ston­e

the
stone
was
moved
before
i
could
ever
remove
that
limpet

th­at
is
how
we

MUST
CLING
TO
LIFE!


soulsurvivor

Karen Cassidy Oct 2014

Dickinson said that "hope is the thing with feathers."
Well I say hope is the thing with claws
it attaches itself to my heart and will not let go
it refuses to leave me.
"Tenacious" people say about me.
"Dreamer" is what I whisper to myself.
It is that hope.  Unrelenting, stubborn, confounding hope.
It tells me there is more.
That sad days end.
Frustrations can be beaten.
Dead ends become detours.
Failures are just lessons.
And endings are merely the next chapter beginning.
Hope is the thing with claws,
it has attached itself to my heart,
and refuses to let me go.

For Sophia
Rod E Kok Oct 2014

I didn’t ask
for harsh words.
I merely wanted
a ball glove.

Bruises of my youth
will fade,
but memories of your anger
are seared forever.

I sought protection,
but only received excuses
which smelled
of whiskey and
stale cigarettes.

You called me
a mistake of passion,
you treated me
as a little lower
than your dog.

Why?
No wait…
don’t answer.

Your cruel interactions
led me to
a determined goal:
to live free.

I’ve turned madness into
bravery,
teaching others
to be proud,
walk up straight,
be courageous.

I want the world to know
my story, the history
which made me
who I am today.

I am yours,
though your denial
rots away your
last chance at decency.

I hope you see
where you’ve gone
wrong,
for I’ve told your life
through the eyes
of a child.

Dear reader, today's prompt for #OctPoWriMo is about children, and creating a safer world for them. I have not completely followed the prompt, but rather I've looked at an unjust world through someone else's eyes. Through the eyes of a child. Please enjoy.

Rod E. Kok
October 11, 2014
Peter Watkins May 2014

Lightening and thunder
my favourite weather.
Sat upon my hellish throne
dad's bones litter my home.
I had him killed;
now I'm the hellish king...

Servants bow to me
it's as delicious as a delicacy
the way they beg for mercy
at the slightest mention of anarchy.
I laugh as chaos erupts, so abrupt
and they scream...

War is my ultimate favourite
riding, rising on tides of flame and meteorite.
The way they run blind to truth
that they'll never escape the enclosing roof.
Hell is now above as well as below
it was always eventually going to grow.

Lava burns through the cracked broken rock;
a barrage of meteorites sudden and severe lock
the unsuspecting people of Earth still.
"Between a rock and a hard place still?"
I ask from my throne of bones;
chuckling and marvelling at the hope humans hone.

Just a continuation to Anarchy that adds a little something to the original - Peter

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