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Erika Oct 2017
hashtags
do not bring back the dead.

they do not cause souls
to rise out of the ashes they lay to rest in.

hashtags

raise awareness for

loss
hurt
pain

and that ache in your chest you get
when you realize
that
nothing
is
the
same.

Because If im being honest,

making something a trending topic

is the only way

to make people

give
a
****.
freedom of expression is a beautiful thing
Mane Omsy Oct 2017
Million miles away I watched the glowing stars
They shone bright as I stared all night long
If I had to wish for a shooting star to wish for
Some thing beautiful to happen in this world

When I woke, first tears fell on the newspaper
The headlines hurt more than the hot boiling tea
Ached more than the venom from a cobra
Merciless shooting stars on innocent lands

Whenever they decide to land, they land
Bombs threatening people around, killing
Soldiers striking at children and women
Labeling them terrorists, forging ahead
Malvika Oct 2017
There's a woman standing in the line for cheese
and I see a sadness in her eyes
and a mouth full of lies.
She's gonna tell him,
I spent it on tailoring your vest,
and he won't believe her
and I suppose you can guess what comes next.
she doesn't know it yet,
but when she takes the goat cheese back home
her daughter will tell her she wanted brie
and her son will sell his father's shirt
for pick up drug money.
you dont know it yet,
but this line will cause death.
Alex Greenwell Sep 2017
standing lonesome in the smoke,
makes it easy to question whether or not,
something really is burning.
you hear the crack and pop of
glowing, starving embers.
you smell a sickly, syrupy sweetness,
that could only be melting wood and steel.

but you are in the midst of it,
so it never seems quite real.
until you've fallen to the ground,
inhaling stiff vapor and dry smoke,
pouring from lips.
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