The building they lived in,
became their tomb,
became the weapon that broke
took their lives.
But their stories have to
This City won't let you forget
you were meant to protect.
I was actually looking for a room
but found myself
on the fiery streets
CRS batting the flames
as politicians took their seats,
business as usual
but the people stood in refusal
Feminists Familes and BlackBlok
Yellow Jackets Housing Groups
round the clock
only the holiday period
could douse the fires
and I went back to mother
the pressure smothered
How long is your attention?
Remember: this is a poem for the dead
For those who were crushed as they slept in their bed
Merry ******* Christmas
About 6 people who lost their lives in Marseille last November, 2018.
Shoddy building inspection, owners and regulation.
No one has taken responsibly.
Rest in Rage
Weights in my stomach
Holding me down
My tongue has been cut
Ceasing the words
I want to say.
There’s nothing that’ll make me speak.
The words you’ll never hear.
how appropriate it seems
today is September 11th
and sitting in the aftermath
not quite the same
concave structures as
16 years difference
in different states
one man made
full of hate
the other of nature
calm and powerful
the sensation of both
quite the contrast
trudging through snowflakes
of human ash
carrying livestock to high ground
one was a peaceful resoloution
as the winds whipped
the weight of sadness
of lives lost
the passing of many souls
of which we do not know
one was prepared for
we could not
but on the day the hurricane left
we will never forget
walking up canal street
the skies filled with red
And you set yourself on fire
(again, and again, and again.)
Because the feeling
is worth getting burned.
Because a life without feeling
that you have /lived/
is not much of a life at all.
Life is filled with feelings and emotions
With force and how much exertion
It's filled with pain and hurting
It's filled with other people flirting
There's stories and people who everyone knows
And there's ones that are hidden away
People that attention to is no longer a must to pay
A path of many takings
Body filled with whispers and aching
Milestones and stoning miles
Different people, different styles
Lines that divide in physical sense and mentality
No more can you feel the world for what it was
It was changed
The world is defined
It's defined by the person and the holding of their mind
So the world to your mind, is confined and defined
A void is left in my mind and now my world
For my definition of the world and my life is different now
There's a line
Before and after, that is all I know for tradgedy
Mine filled with agony caused by absence
Of a thing or person I had once
An imperfect imbalance
A tradgedy and mask on me
What was once forgotten and now remembered...gravity
No more euphoria
Gravity exists and so does where it leads
My world is changed
Now it's boring and arranged
Organized and strange
Unlike what I wanted
Different from what it was
Halted and haunted
There is no greater tragedy then
that which slips from our fingers.
Without reason or rhyme,
without tender goodbyes.
Your eyes filled with the sea,
your heart ebbs with the tide.
Those things that whisper soft,
that tickle the skin
and are lead by desire.
Fill dreaming minds, with lush waves
of the sweetest afterglow.
Any reasoning why, flew away
on the dark wings of the night,
and carry no weight.
I was flipping through some books that I got from a free pile.... some lovely literary titles.
In the back with a note with a quote from Robin Williams
"Please don't worry so, because in the end none of us have a very long time on this Earth life is fleeting. And if you're ever distressed cast your eyes to the Summer Sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night if a shooting star streaks through the Blackness, turning night into day make a wish, think of me, make your life SPECTACULAR! "
I can hear him saying that in a sincere yet.... comedic tone. Words like this above and the ones following just seem to always flow from his lips
" you're only given a little spark of Madness you mustn't lose it"
" Comedy is acting out optimism"
" People say satire is dead. Isn't dead it's just living in the White House."
" the Statue of Liberty is no longer saying 'give me your poor, you're tired, your huddled masses'- she's got a baseball cap and a bat yelling- you want a piece of me?"
" Time is the best teacher, but unfortunately, it kills all of its students"
"Never pick a fight with an ugly person they've got nothing to lose"
And finally...not by any favorite
"No matter what people tell you words and ideas can change the world"
All above quotes by Robin Williams
"I think Robin Williams was an amazing quick witted poet, an exceptionally gifted actor...because I'm not sure he was acting...and he was also a very shiny human being" - Cherie Nolan © 2016
Fun, inspiring.... Just because I hadn't been writing poetry when he died so this is for him. I personally loved him as an actor I wish I could have known him more as a person which is unrealistic! Through his words & pictures I hear his voice and know him as well as I can. If anyone doesn't care for Robin Williams or comedy that is totally fine- if not perhaps you can find something in his words to appreciate...Farewell Mork! thanks for reading. :)
Have you ever had it
where your heart feels
like it's all swollen up
and it's pressing into your throat
causing you to choke
and your blood
feels more like maple syrup
and you just want to curl up and cry
because your life
is turning into another
Teenage love tragedy.
This is basically my life right now...
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