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Katlyn Orthman Mar 2015
United we stand
Divided we fall
This Nation is Grand?
No, not at all

Hatred for a human being
Because one doesn't understand
I can't believe what I am seeing
I can't believe this land

Cover our eyes from the truth
Plug our ears to their words
Quiet them down, remain aloof
Pretend they never heard

This can't be the land of the free
The land of the very brave
Tears, fear and death I see
This is America the Grave
I am utterly speechless. Today began as any day does, and ended with my eyes seeing clearly how deep this problem is. Today over 100 students in my school, mostly Muslim, felt that they needed to protest just for them to be heard. Discrimination is at large. Our administration has turned a blind eye to them, and in thus they have let down a large part of our student body. To feel harassed and discriminated against, even unsafe at times, should never be allowed. I am disgusted not only with our administration, who instead of hearing these kids out, decided to put our school in a containment that also took away from our learning, but also the students. We as people belong. We as people deserve the freedom to religion, appearance, language, and life. Stop the hate.
Lenore Lux Jan 2015
I hide mostly in confines now.
Not fearing death, but life.
Lone in the light I can manage from matches
and torches, paranoid and anxious.
Topside today, no home tomorrow.
Still I rise to see the sun.
Yank the chain tether to test for rust.
Wander into the wastes in search,
mostly of water, and then for trust.
It's simple enough with a gun.
I look East, but think twice and
travel to the West for the wind of peace.
In old buildings close to my bed and blankets,
I find a young boy with his sister, and while
she's older and dressed in hardened leather,
the clasp on her hip holster's shut tight.
They're looking for sustenance. I watch with
my eyes just over the window sill
as the two cling to each other
through the rooms.

They find nothing. Turning to what's left in their packs.
Cans of tuna. Pork and beans. Fumbling with
knives to stab through the shell.
Is it a good day to die?
I wonder,
thinking of the can opener
I found yesterday.
Salvador Torres Jan 2015
We're separated by illusions
united by our flaws,
a doubtful optimistic thinking
that the future might be lost.
I'm calling out to god,
please help this lost sheep
deal with his run away thoughts.
I pleaded to her
Please don’t judge my heart, my darling
I am the same yesterday and today
and will be forever
The changes you’ll see in me are not me
They are my body wearing different robes
But within, I am eternally yours

In my soul, in my heart
I am the same, unchanging
I am awakened by your flower-like lips
and
touched by your mysterious love
What remains of me now is only a garden
of sweet kisses
In this renewal, the veils have been torn
My heart is burning and my love warm
My contemplative mind has vanished
The nectar of this love is bewildering me
All opposites are united
When I kiss the honey-soaked tongue of my lover
Her body perfumed, arousing me with just a touch
I’ll hold your fire forever
In this serenity of love
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Curing Jan 2015
deeply darkly
constant sawing

Whats that sound?
That nonstop gnawing...

softly slipping
slowly drawing

ever inching
unto death

drawing dreary
day to day

as sneering seconds
slip away

Too many tears to erase...
Too many yet to tolerate...

Too few breaths to win this race...

Were men meant to pontificate,
on gods and heavens that await?

Here only to eat and mate,
conquer, ****, and dominate?

With all we've done and all we've seen...
With all we've lost that might have been...

Don't only smile when skies are blue...
For without rain,
No flowers grew...

Despite the pain that's glaring through...
the guilt, rage, shame that you subdue.

Each day you set your course anew.
Our choices ink our life's tattoo.

May your heart be ever true,
Hate never cloud your point of view

May all your love return to you
and guide your heart in all you do.
oh no Dec 2014
when you said you were going to rip me a new one I never figured this
was what you meant
- we were monsters –
you and me, we are lost and gone, and so on
let the sun burn out my eyes. I won’t blink. and you’ll be proud
- you ruined me, I swear to god -
I don’t wish for sleep anymore.
you said our veils were ripped to shreds so say it again in the morning
we bet it all, and so on. we are animals I swear
without you I’m ground and buried,
ground and roots – I swear to god –
on your basement floor I raked the dirt my nails
are wrecked and ******. I’m a mess – bare faces, god, impure –
I am open, spent, and so on.
beneath us earth is catatonic heavens tear apart
next time the sky breaks on our eyes
I’ll watch. and you’ll listen.
- we will feel the earth, I swear to god –
we’re blind, set up, and so on
we are raging through the night. next time
the sky falls blazing on our hands we’ll follow it
- my god, my god –
I’ve been waiting for you to gut me I’ve been waiting, cracked, and so on
when our heads fall ******* the earth tonight we’ll raise it one and pray.
and until then this bleeding warfare will overtake my atrophy
- I swear to god –
these rockets underneath my skin will shatter me
keep telling me the weight of us will tear this earth asunder. I’ll keep telling you
you changed me
- rip me apart, my god, my god –
and they say someday spiders will weave through my empty bones
but from the bottom of our hearts, my love,
we’re teeth and blood and claws
stomachs open to the sky, bodies stripped, and so on
- we’re not all saints, my god, all sinners –
we are not all heroes but we are all
bitter
- finish it, my god, my god –
let the earth tear us asunder. all dirt and skin and so on
when the light burns low in the sky tonight don’t follow me
*- I swear to god we’re gutted on the stars –
COUP DE FOUDRE
Bassam A Oct 2014
I can hear her heart...
As a matter of fact ..
I can see it pounding

Suddenly she saw me,
her face blushed
I came closer and
I touched her hands
I felt the chemistry
tingle up my spine

I put my arms around her
and I grabbed her closer to me
Looking in her eyes
saw them like jewels looking at me

with a sudden urge, I kissed her
gently .. My lips slowly moved away
without letting go

I moved around .. caressing her lips..
She opened her mouth
I could not resist to unite with her
I kissed her again
carried her slowly

I heard music in my ears
It was me playing the guitar
strumming the sweetest sounds of love

As we kissed .. our soles got closer
We stayed united all night till dawn
Then we saw ourselves as one
PrttyBrd Oct 2014
This poem has been submitted for possible publication.  It will be reposted as soon as possible upon final determination.  Please feel free to peruse my poesy at your leisure.

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PrttyBrd
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Joe Woodhead Oct 2014
“Yorkshire! Yorkshire!” I hear the EDL scream,
as if somehow the county, relates to their regime?
Trying to push on others their far right views,
and tainting Yorkshire with their taboos
cos Yorkshire to me, is whatever the **** I want it to be,

I do love a bit of local pride...
maybe to revel in the comfort it provides,
and even though stereotypes say we're tight,
as well as stubborn, argumentative (they're prolly right),
But I'd rather that, than be uptight,
like a stereotypical southerner might

I recently read a quote from Stuart Maconie,
“England has a bottom half,
but there isn't a south, in the same way there's a north”
The North in the south means desolation,
A cultural wasteland with deserted stations,
a place built on violent, aggressive foundations,
With mid summer Arctic temperature fluctuations,
Nothing that comes close to a nation....

But that's not what I see,
To be from the north means good fish and chips,
with tomato sauce and vinegar, it's glory on the lips,
I see people willing to lend a hand,
A honest chat about the weather as you stand at a bus stop
that you never planned,
It doesn't matter whether it's a cob, bun, bap, barm or roll,
Or that the north was ****** over by the outsourcing of coal,
Or your opinion that we're all just sat on the dole, drinking tea out of a ***** bowl.
We should still all have a similar goal,
To have a good time,
and not hurt a soul

Sometimes I do like to revel in the divide,
but I'll always welcome people from the other side,
Acceptance is not sin,
and if you let it,
it generally ends up with a win : win

What's Yorkshire to you? I haven't got a clue... but come sit down so we can have a chat and a brew! And hopefully we'll both learn something we never knew.
Poem about the North South divide in the United Kingdom.
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