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 Jun 2017 spokenwords
Aurora
Why do people try to define with putting us in boxes? On the surface I'm a white girl, who works hard, does community service, & who doesn't take **** from no one, who is always nice, as long as you are, strong & happy. But, in reality, I'm Spanish, Mexican, Native American & African American. I have dyslexia, A.D.H.D., A speech impediment, Depression, Anxiety, insomnia, & that's all because of my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. So I MUST work hard! If I don't, I will crash & burn. So I keep myself busy & I NEVER stop! Can't let anyone get me down, cause on the inside, I'm crying. So, I hide it with a smile. I keep strong to be happy, But that doesn't mean it will work. Cause just cause I'm nice to others, doesn't mean they'll be nice to me. So tell me, what box am I in? Cause I don't think I have one. And what box are you in? Cause I don't think you have one either.
The world is not petite,
The world is not a whole lot.
The world is I,
The world is you.
We beneath the blue appear like an ocean,
We flanking the blue appear like a sky.
For us, clouds in the ocean
Waves on the sky.
I slipped up.
I slit cuts.
I didn't mean to.
I drew blood.

I read online
When I was probably just 14 or 15 years old
That most people don't stop until their 20's
And it scared me
But I thought
"No, I'll stop right now"

But I didn't.
I couldn't.

I slipped up.
I slit cuts.
I didn't mean to.
I drew blood.

And now that I'm older
It hurts more to try to hide it
And now that I have people that care about me
Often times they don't understand why this part of my life is still relevant
And all I can say to make them understand is

I slipped up.
I slit cuts.
I just had to.
I drew blood.
The kids frolicked in the steam of hot summer streets
Rainbows appeared in the western sky
Rain cooled Main Street , a Tennessee breeze
removed raw heat , rushing downspouts and gutters
before welcome eyes
Tree frogs sang songs of dusk
'Stormwater' fell from oaks in perfect time
Crickets began to chime
Sailing stick boats by moonlight
A cardinal burst into song in the young night
A young dove sang a hopeful tune
Cicadas bid praise for unpredictable June ....
Copyright Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Jun 2017 spokenwords
Luna Marie
Don't fall in love with blue eyes.
Because when you go to the ocean,
You will find yourself looking back at the colors
That you used to get lost in .

Don't fall in love with green eyes.
Because when you go to hike in the woods,
You will look up to see his eyes above you
And you will know you're doomed.

Don't fall in love with grey eyes.
Because on rainy days,
The clouds will remind you of him
And his absence will hurt even more.

I can't travel anywhere without seeing him.
Everywhere I turn, he is there.
My brown eyes have since darkened to dirt
And I've been hiding inside of them.
Hi, sorry I've been gone for a bit, but I'm back :) Thank you to all that have prayed for me, they are working <3 Take care
 Jun 2017 spokenwords
Luna Marie
Only in the coolness of the night,
You touch my skin,
Underneath the moonlight,
Causing me to grin.

Your sharp teeth give quick bites,
Causing me to breathe in sharply and shiver.
The flame between us ignites
And the world around us grows fainter.

Everything you do sets me on fire.
I may try to pull away, but don't let me go.
It's all just an act to cover up my desire.
Kiss me everywhere and be thorough.

My vision starts to blur.
Oh my Romeo,
All this pain is outweighed by pleasure
In our private chateau.
:)
 Jun 2017 spokenwords
margaret
I am forever stuck
On spin cycle,
Tumbling around in my own mind.
Drowning,
Gasping,
For air.
I cry out for help,
but no one can hear me
Through the glass.
It seems they can't see me
Either,
As I am somersaulted
Into pain.
I just want someone to be
Gentle.
Cycle,
And all I can think is
Lazy days,
Daisies lay as
I wilt
Among the clothes.
she sees the person that i truly am
by the way she looks at me,
and i always wanted to be worth the effort,
to become the hero from her reverie.

but a gaze right through her eyes;
i see myself tripping and failing.

this is the scariest part --
to get to see your lover every day;
to have her eyes greet you in daylight,
only to watch your self's reflection crash at bay.
You deserve someone whom, just by looking at them, you become whole.
This is what I have been waiting for
To caress those sweet lips
As your clothes slowly falls on the floor
And my arms are around your hips
As both our bodies falls onto your bed
As our body temperature rises
I have never felt more alive
You have made me a true believer
As I worship every part of your body
The morning comes through the window
The rays hits our face on the bed we lay
The moment I looked into your eyes
I knew this is what I want everyday
 Jun 2017 spokenwords
Alex Azar
Little by little I'm learning to swim
In this silent ocean made of endless drops
A drop, a memory, a fragment of myself
They surround each stroke, as I hope not to stop

The moment I stop, I'll slowly begin to sink
Deeper and deeper, struggling for air
Engulfed by dark waters I've tried to avoid
The pressure so high, it's something I can't bare

So little by little I'm learning to swim
Each stroke taking me farther, making me feel new
As I aim for the horizon of ocean yet to come
A single drop rains down, filled with a thought about you

One drop, that's all it takes, to disrupt my calm sea
Small ripples turn into waves steadily drawing near
Pushing me back under, with each passing ring
Each filled with you, who once brought me cheer

Little by little I'm learning to swim
We used to float together, exploring hand in hand
Now alone in this ocean I keep pushing forward
Hoping to see a new joy, waving from warm sand
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