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alex Sep 2015
I cling to hope like a newborn baby clings to his mother. We were all new once. There was a time in all of our lives when we didn't know that hundreds of little girls in Africa are missing. We didn't know what a bruise was much less how they got around our loved ones necks. There was a time when color was only a figment of the mind. A time when words didn't cut like glass. Our planet is crying for help. The world is 71% water but our people are thirsty. We punish our children when they use violence as the answer but have no problem sending their daddies to war. We tell grieving teenagers that they don't know what love is, but at what point do they make that transition? We blame those that go hungry on their lack of job, but make it impossible to afford the skills to get one. There is a problem. When money can rip families to shreds. When the remains of their love is scattered on the side walk, while a stack of paper grins at its control. When boys grow up in the light of a struggling single mom yet let their daughters grow up the same way. When religion is no longer about love or acceptance. When sexuality will **** you to hell, but ****** will receive forgiveness if asked. He had a dream, that our white brothers and our black brothers would come together as equal brothers. I have a dream that women will receive the same treatment as white men, and that black men will receive the same treatment as women and color will only matter when celebrating our cultures. I have a dream, that the world will no longer be thirsty.
Devoured by the intensity,
  words that quench the soul
an enchanting intoxication - -
    like a spirited ******
      whetting a voracious thirst,  
plunging in for another swallow
   of adoration's satiated ******
Brian Fahey Jul 2015
Wear the style make the money Grab your coffee
Turn the lights on tame the dogs and comb your hair
But when the kids about the wall and up the ante
Consider this you weren't first to first declare.
Among the dreams of love they gave us all the nightmares
But you awoke and said this isn't fair.

Do you recall a time where everybody,
All alike were free to breath into the air,
When grass was green and life was just a party?
Do you recall you weren't first to be their heir?

But you do the workout, ride your pony, cut your copy,
Take your pills and play it safe cuz you don't care,
But when this **** aligns like one Backlit Okapi,
Remember all you needed now was everywhere.
Old song still in progress
Meg B Jun 2015
Like the white of lightening,
Pulsating its veins against the
Angry purple sky;
Like the wild claps of thunder,
Beating tirelessly against
Windows and doors;
Like the furious scattering of rain,
Throwing punches at the
Asphalt of the streets and sidewalks;
Like a violent summer storm,
You rip my insides apart with
The force of your winds and
****** me up in your
Unpleasant storminess,
And I hate you as much as
The sun hates the rain clouds
Stealing away its glow
While madly loving you as
The flowers love the rain storms
For calming to a drizzle,
Leaving their floral thirsts quenched.

Yet,
I remain dry,
Thirsty,
Desperate for more rain
That never seems to come
In the desert where you left me
Alone.
Or rather,
Where I lead myself
To escape your monsoon.
Olga Valerevna Jun 2015
If we are taken by the sun
We won't remember anyone
A fire hotter than our bones
Will eat us up 'til we're alone
And that is where the water stops
It cannot flow where it is hot
Remain athirst the rest of time
There's nothing left to ease your mind
Another home does not exist
For those who never looked for it
what we choose to make our end
Isha Kumar Jun 2015
Love not those
with shifty eyes
nor those
who utter lies.

Love not those
in disguise
nor those
who chastise.

Never love those
with a crooked smile
nor those whose heart
is a barren isle.

Never love those
who overlook your cries
nor those
who pretend they're wise.

Instead, love those
who put you first
and those who quench
your undying thirst.

Love those who
correct your mistakes
and those who mend
the words they break.

Always love those
who see the real you,
who not only hear
but listen too.

Always love those
who love you right
for they are the ones
who are worth a fight.
Styles May 2015
My heart beckons my soul-mate; once met
                                 Long ago, in a time distant to now.
                                 We will meet again, in another place.
                                 Only at this time; will things be perfect --
Nandini Apr 2015
I want to dance, the dance
Of raindrops
Cavernous steps I'd put along,
in smoked hues of grey,
in clouded cotton.

Melting suns sublimed
o'er dew dropped leaves.
Romantic ballads
on every poets page,
passionate rain and fiery sun staged.

I want to dance, the dance
Of raindrops
While you play harmony,
on the harp.
Once like the wind played,
in my chestnut hair.
The tiptoe of the rain,
bringing childhood memories
of fresh mud alive.

I want to dance, the dance
Of raindrops
The solo they perform in cackles,
of the child nextdoor.
I remember the parched streets,
the thirst song of the kuckoo,
lips dry without you my love.

Oh! How I wish,
I could dance, the dance,
the raindrops danced.
To quench that thirst of rhythm,
My beloved I want to dance.
Dancing in the rain to quench the souls thirst ,
a drop of peace everywhere!!
Shruti Atri Apr 2015
We live in this world
And wake, walk, talk and take of it.
We gamble our survival by living here
And breathe and drink and eat and sleep in its shelter.
We seek ourselves and meet each other;
At other times, we thirst and hunger for a part of another's life.
We lust and crave and take pride in ourselves
While we look around for all that isn't ours.
We grab and we ******,
We demolish and destroy,
And forsake this world that sustains us.
We forgo our debts and shrug responsibility,
By walking away from what we have caused.
We leave nought but destruction in our wake
No matter where we go...

--

We are humans who can think.
We are beings with an intellect.
We are capable of communicating with one another...
And yet,
*We wear a mask we never take off...
Dreamer Mar 2015
I watched you trickle through my palms and fingers.

You quenched my thirst.
You brought life and wakening to my soul.
You made spring happen.

The harder I tried to hold you there, the faster you left.
Were you ever here? The memories turned subtle vapors as my hands dry.
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