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miracle Jun 2019
You’re calling out my name
I don’t hear you
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine don’t worry”
Am I tho
Who knows
15)
YusufKudsi Jun 2019
Drifting through the time
Trying to find who I am
Am I the sun or am I the moon
Maybe I am the darkness between the two
Dark thoughts and bright heart
Like a black sky and shining stars
Am I the future or Am I the past
Maybe I am the space between the two
elle jaxsun May 2019
?
who do you
want to be?
why?
when?
where?
with who?
how long?
your worth is defined by others.
whatever they believe,
you believe.
a feeding tube attached directly to head and to your heart.
with poison.
with lies.
with nonsense.
none of the words that you say,
are yours.
stolen.
it's almost as if you built yourself a wooden house,
and without a second thought,
doused it with gasoline,
and lit it on fire.
watch it burn, and i'll stand right next to you, smiling.

inspired by a song: walking out-srbuk
give it love because i'm obsessed with it
for Lori, Riley and Kendrick

the questioning words jump off the page,
into two hands transforming,
words shape shifting into
multicolored ink stained fingers,
now, all a chokehold on my brain,
my throaty gasps rasping from
a simplistic convolution -
single questioning deserving an answer

what are you made of?

the obvious answers left in the slow lane,
bone, tissue, rivers and arteries of blue bloods,
just oil and fuel of a containership,
but the cargo carried, that’s the real stuff

you have insight inside that cannot be seen,
self-survival instincts that morph into morals,
our shared air affects you differently,
a sense of defending, caring,
costless  and costliest simultaneously,
spaghetti strands strong sinewed intertwining,
into a better human than most

to call you hero is wrongly insufficient,
but the thesaurus lends me no substitute,
weep, I do,
as the spring and summer blushing green
will not be seen by you at all, and by me,
seen now so differently,
when thinking of
soil-born courage instinctual that has no name,
but grows only in nature

what are you made of?

we know now, but knew not well,
that thing that makes you leap first,
was all you, the entirety of the best,
that exists, existed, as reminders to us,
to mine it, wear it,
medal it upon our fabric

you three,
breathe it back, exhale it from where ever you are,
that trace chemical odor in our atmosphere,
of life-giving sweetness, a rebirthing chlorophyll freedom
that we humans all desperately need,
even just to know it exists,
and inform us


what we need to be made of
——
“As shots fired inside a synagogue outside San Diego last month, Lori Gilbert-Kaye, 60, put herself in between the shooter and the rabbi and died as a result.
Riley Howell, 21, charged a gunman who burst last week into a University of North Carolina-Charlotte lecture room carrying a pistol. He too lost his life to save others.
And Tuesday inside a STEM school in Denver, Kendrick Castillo, 18, lunged at a fellow student who had pulled a gun in class, giving his classmates time to take cover. He was the lone student killed in the attack.”
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