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Gaye Jun 2018
I can so relate to the threat that I pose,
the threat that I went in search of sentences long and old,
the round bold letters on postcards to the university and the ghostly presence from a tiny village on the map.

Yet I do not understand why I foolishly ran away at 20,
I do not understand why reading an acknowledgement online gives me a high.
The journalists in Bosnia declined to report the crime that included visiting places on Google earth, wondering about nights and cupcakes.
Kendall Jun 2018
I was honest with you when things were still good and your answer was a threat.
If I couldn't fix myself you’d walk away…
Nobody wants a broken toy
especially not you.
nanda Dec 2017
planets of all colors and sizes
floating on an endless universe
of mystic dust
and rainbow smoke

angels fly
from planet to planet
watching for the living
caring for their order

suns all around
distant but present
shining their lights
flickering in the night

one stands proud in the middle
the Sun of suns
the king of the universe
strong and powerful

it is a lovely world
a fantasy made up
watched and warded
but the lurking man

he plans carefully
outlines every detail
he paints the smiles
he writes the lies

he is a clever one
i must admit
everything plays out as his says
he is an award-worthy director

the lurking man stands above
we are standing on his palm
blindfolded, unaware
complete fools

he paints a beautiful scenery
he is the architect of paradise
he even lets us believe
that there is a greater power than him

you see,
the lurking man is a liar
and a cheat
he is a trickster
and a fraud
he hides in the shadows
planning his next move
creating a demise
waiting for the right moment
to strike

and it scares me sometimes
it keeps me up at night
how he is able to portray
such real dreams
into my own mind
and how one of this days
he will finally attack
inspired by a mandala i have in my bedroom door
David Smith Sep 2017
She woke upon the plain, all distant and alone
Nostalgia stirred the air, an acrid smell like hope
Lofty goals and grand ambition,
To them a dullards joke

A shift to foot, and all is healed
As happy as could be
All wishes granted, all needs fulfilled
For all eternity

Wistful thoughts are stopped at source
Still before mind’s eye a question brought,
Is it heavens crèche or hell itself
Upon our kin we’ve wrought?
An unpredictable man has hardware
Flouting its strong resolve for us to see
A missile projecting with awful scare
The world pleads his insane obsession's flee
Diplomacy's will urges a quelling
Our quaking planet seems truly unsafe
Danger's loud note he's lately spelling
We're hearing the meaning of rasping chafe
Containing his ambitions no easy task
A deaf ear chosen by commo warhead
Why is the question we must now ask
The provocation feels like a dire dread
International sanctions ***** him down
May they limit the threat's barbed crown
Paul Jones Dec 2015
The unwavering     will, awoken by
a thousand threats, is     shook but never thrown.
30/12/15
BSeuss Jul 2017
The worst
Place to be
On a battle field,
Is taking cover
From the man
Firing at you with
Blank rounds.
(Title edited. Didn't notice)
Allyssa Jul 2017
I think we all have our, "Hold on," moments.
Our, "Wait a minute," moments.
The, "Stop and breathe," moments.
I feel like we jump too early,
Or we close our eyes too late,
Premature to seeing something that scares us most,
Unable to get a good look at the attacker.
Take this into consideration;
One, breathe but don't inhale too loudly for your fear will hear you.
Two, stand your ground but don't stand too tall because it's like challenging a broad shouldered victor in the room.
Three, listen closely but with caution,
You might hear something you do not want to hear.
Four, wear your smile like a pendant but if you do beware,
there are people willing to take that smile and brandish it with their own chemicals.
Do not underestimate yourself,
For your body is a gun to which only you have access to the trigger so when you go off, do not blame anybody but yourself.
If you have exposed your trigger to another do not let them anywhere near you for your trigger will be their new weapon of choice.
Five, please don't expect to hand your fully loaded body to another and to be put upon a shelf and shown off because baby,
They will empty you chambers,
They will hold you like a threat,
They will own you like your name isn't on the document that is your skin,
Baby, they will load their own bullets into you like you're the one at fault for firing because you thought handing your body over to somebody you love would not pull the trigger.
I know it is not your fault but the jury does not think so.
Guard your trigger.
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