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Julia Mae Jul 2016
he was violet violence in her eyes
and she was cyan sadness in his
the two tried to mesh
but their colors couldn't blend
Drake Brayer Jul 2016
The violet sky was burning
An aura of deadly white
Myriad of colours churning
Among the silent lights

The sky awash with violence
The sounds of shattered steel
The terror of eternal silence
Was burned into my ears

The sound of grinding iron
The whistling of fallen shells
The blare of air-raid sirens
The cacophony suddenly fell

The death of sound was violent
It's melody so suddenly hushed
The music of war was silenced
Though its tempo remained untouched
Welcome to our zoo
The best in town
It will be a pleasure
Showing you around

Look at the lions
But make no sound
So beautiful, so tame
But they will get you down

Look at the monkeys
They laugh and they eat
Think you drink a lot?
They will have you beat

Look at the seals
Waiting for their treat
They'll come crying to you
Once their clothes don't fit

Look at the ducks
Courage they don't lack
To protect their families
They won't hesitate to attack

Too soon the visit's over
Pick your poison, have a snack
We're all animals in this zoo
And we know you will come back
Silverflame Jul 2016
The world is trapped in a thick haze,
which is why no one wants to be themselves these days.
They are watching; circling like vultures,
while slowly washing away my colors.

Bandages and "sorry" don’t fix bullet holes,
decaying people have decaying goals.
Do not dare to dream of something bigger,
when your friend is shaking with their finger on the trigger.

Childhood songs are stored within,
like ink is etched into my skin.
My youth they stole; they left me plain,
with venom quickly crashing through my veins.

We are all but pilot episodes,
failing to ever make it as we go.
Like lost souls we flourish through the night,
searching for originality to make us shine bright.

Society; your cage is officially suffocating,
our lives you so ruthless is dominating.
The truth I speak is so loud you can not ignore,
because this is not another harmless metaphor.*

I declare war.
Graff1980 Jul 2016
And all the king’s men
Were a cursedly rotten bunch
Took the corrupt out to lunch
While their allies launched
Bombs that eviscerated
The hearts and bodies
Of the foreigners and natives
The handcuff bites my wrist
as teeth sink, searing flesh.
A breath, a scent too familiar to forget.
Blind.
Massive palms, razor point
carving canyons down my spine,
blood is the wine.
The burn of beard
feigning consent.
Fistfuls of hair conquering words.
A corpse to rob me of life,
the press of perversity against satin.
Fighting, writhing
satisfaction.
Pain swells in every limb
the wet swell reveal my sin.
Slaps stinging awake
every fiber of clothing still keeping me safe.
The drive of possession
splitting secrets wide,
fingers around throat clenching tight.
Sweat running red,
the rising growls growls resonate in my head.
The raw force bruising
like claiming a slave,
body & mind consuming.
Ferocity leads to frenzy,
my senses rage against me,
The thickness rips,
devours,
conquers my body for paradise.
And I scream in the ecstasy taken.
A clenching incites eruptions,
the pulsing beast flooding.
My purpose awakened.
Bullets bouncing off of wet concrete
still hot to the touch....

Outside my window, a sea of blood
millions upon millions of pictures plastered over television screens

Outside my window, bodies laid bare....
white eyes and frozen skin....

Stain glass window, one hundred million faces
outside my stain glass window....
Sofia Jul 2016
let me paint you a picture
in shades of black and white
in shades of those who ****
and those who fight
this is what racism looks like
black men with paper hearts
armed with cardboard swords
white men dipped in ivory steel
white men born armed with skin
it's a black man with hands
raised to the heavens
and seeing hell as his last sight
this is what racism feels like
it's your black breath
being ****** out of your lungs
by white hands of white men
dressed in blue gilded in gold
this is what racism sounds like
it's an 18-year old's last words
it's a mother's cry at a police station
it's a bullet racing through the air
this is what racism is
it is not poetry
it's a black man wearing a red shirt
and getting shot six times
this is no crusade
there is no holy purpose
this is the star-spangled truth
a flag drenched in black blood
this is the truth bared in ink
and no poetry can save it
this is not the time to be silent.
lio Jul 2016
JEROME
you mar
her skin the colour
of midnight and dawn
like a palette
your mother never brought you
because she was too busy opening her leg
like a gastro pub
the one you have to wait in line to
with the sign "WE'RE CLOSED"
only one deadman short
  

they tell you to love her
the right way
leave her gasping but breathing
standing but swimming
but what
when someone's right is another person's wrong
but how
when you still don't know
house is a building and home is the person
so ******* blame her for
thinking you don't love her when these red and blue
painting her skin is
your version of love bite
and the hallow on her cheek is because your hand
wants to be kissed too
just like your heart
but too bad your father scooped it up and sold it on a
secondhand store with no return policy

blame her
for building a bridge only to set them on fire
and hope for asphalt to surface
or footsteps by the sand with LED sign ' HEAVEN IS HER

but what
when you can't even differentiate whether love is
bliss or rupture
but how
when not even a shooting star can find their way back
so blame her
by loving the **** out of her
chase her until
she runs away
draw her name in abandond graveyards
because god knows how you hope
she can be their salvation
and when she is, maybe, just maybe she can
be yours too
but never ever blame her for
leaving you because
you know
you splatter so many colors on her
how she is no longer a centerpiece of
a masterpiece
how your romantic grandeur ends up a VIP spot
on the living room couch

how you beg until
your knees scraped to its skull
for her to tie a noose one last time
don't blame her for the words that
clogs your lungs so hard you thought
you'd die because of it
don't blame her
never blame her
"What happened?"
"It was my fault anyway."


JEROME
oh, JEROME
hasn't anyone told you
a monster can be someone else's angel too?
-l.p
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