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"acrossed" poems
Waltzing into the blanket of dusk. A pawn escaping across the checkered board, Out and inwards to the green grassed yard. A sleeting figure, past-and-future, Gone the way of the fearless noble rook. Down-acrossed squares of black and white.   Into the field of endless battle. This game we play, has become a tournament. White against black, two players locked; Locked in a battle of constant wits. Who shall win? The noble too afraid to capture the evil queen or, The darkness plauging the board. Check and mate.
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Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 2:41 PM UTC
Checkmate.
I am angry in my grave, Filled with disappointment, animosity, disbelief, and resentment, Blacks had no rights, Blacks had no freedom, Whites had the rights, and whites were the leaders, Until I chose not to abide by the regulations of inequality, And led the Civil Rights Movement, Fought conflicts with kindness, Opposed to Hatred and violence, And tolerance between the two ethnicities was born But why? For the non-colored and colored could equally cause treason? Or for racism to still apply in many communities? I fought for no discrimination. That doesn’t mean to enslave each other, cause disruption, unfairness, and deaths within the same race. Gangs committing murders because they feel certain things are out of place, Pilots flying planes into towers, 20 innocent children being massacred, Drug dealers smuggling crack in homes, All I see upon my grave is what I devoted my life to being destroyed. For that, I am angry in my Grave. “But Dr. King, things have changed. Blacks and whites can be friends, and we even have a BLACK PRESIDENT.” Yes, but you have to acknowledge the fact Obama agreed, And supported what I stood for. I was a pastor, A pastor who used the Bible as my Code of Conduct, A Bible in which Obama laid his right hand on And sworn on during his inauguration, While with his left hand, he’s supporting, Adam and Steve, and babies saying goodbye before they leave their mother’s Womb. For that, I am angry. “Martin Luther King will never be forgotten and his morals will be followed. He was a great leader and may he rest in peace.” How can I? Each day in my grave I mourn, I’m frustrated and disgusted, If I were still alive til this day, My tears would flood America, I would speak amongst the country and say, You have been indoctrinated by the wickedness of mankind, Propaganda is being embedded to get wrong points acrossed, For that, I will continue and forever be, Angry in my Grave.
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Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 5:25 PM UTC
I am Angry in my grave (Martin Luther King’s perspective)
I am angry in my grave, Filled with disappointment, animosity, disbelief, and resentment, Blacks had no rights, Blacks had no freedom, Whites had the rights, and whites were the leaders, Until I chose not to abide by the regulations of inequality, And led the Civil Rights Movement, Fought conflicts with kindness, Opposed to Hatred and violence, And tolerance between the two ethnicities was born But why? For the non-colored and colored could equally cause treason? Or for racism to still apply in many communities? I fought for no discrimination. That doesn’t mean to enslave each other, cause disruption, unfairness, and deaths within the same race. Gangs committing murders because they feel certain things are out of place, Pilots flying planes into towers, 20 innocent children being massacred, Drug dealers smuggling crack in homes, All I see upon my grave is what I devoted my life to being destroyed. For that, I am angry in my Grave. “But Dr. King, things have changed. Blacks and whites can be friends, and we even have a BLACK PRESIDENT.” Yes, but you have to acknowledge the fact Obama agreed, And supported what I stood for. I was a pastor, A pastor who used the Bible as my Code of Conduct, A Bible in which Obama laid his right hand on And sworn on during his inauguration, While with his left hand, he’s supporting, Adam and Steve, and babies saying goodbye before they leave their mother’s Womb. For that, I am angry. “Martin Luther King will never be forgotten and his morals will be followed. He was a great leader and may he rest in peace.” How can I? Each day in my grave I mourn, I’m frustrated and disgusted, If I were still alive til this day, My tears would flood America, I would speak amongst the country and say, You have been indoctrinated by the wickedness of mankind, Propaganda is being embedded to get wrong points acrossed, For that, I will continue and forever be, Angry in my Grave.
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I've always been this way, I put on the same show everyday, i wake up, and i put my face on, i fix my hair, drag myself to the coffee machine. & i pain a smile on my face and pretend to be something i'm not, happy... and everyone loves me, or the girl i pretend to be each day. but i don't. because when you look at me, you see the glamour and the fake smile. but i know who i really am, i have the scars to prove it. i'm just a ****** up little girl. but you saw right through it all, you saw the pain in my eyes and you told me you loved me and took it all away, you seen the scars and ran your lips acrossed them and told me i'm beautiful, suddenly, i started to believe it.
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Dec 20, 2010
Dec 20, 2010 at 2:36 PM UTC
worthless you.
I start rolling up in words I'm not controlling I don't Mind, I never Did I'll tell You why I lost in Lace a trace of Time. Romanced by Humid Heat of Night Acrossed by Archer's pointed bow I still stay by, I still won't Go I drift a picture into Motion in Your Ocean, I like how it reacts. I wish to say I'd really like that. I won't, but will that's friction's mount, pull in so tight, push back, Pour out. Just never stop, fill me up to the Top and tilt it right out the Spout.
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 4:34 AM UTC
Lost like This
the way you strum your fingers acrossed those strings the sound resonating from the guitar has to be the most beautiful music i've ever heard and you asked me to sing along how magical.
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Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 11:26 AM UTC
untitled
My breaths clouds before my eyes Tumbling from my lungs I watch it freeze upon the air And smile as it fades. Snow flutters around my face Melting as I catch it on my palm I tilt my head back to taste the freezing cold And shiver as it lands on my tongue. A clump of snow strikes my back And I laugh as I search for the culprit There he is, hidden poorly, pracitcally in sight I sneak behind him and stuff snow down his jacket. Steam wafts up from a nice warm cup Cocoa is hidden within a sea of marshmallows I sip it slowly, savoring the warmth And feel goosebumps along my arms. I embrace every moment winter has to offer Arms opened wide to the chilling wind Hair whipping acrossed my face As I lose myself in the season.
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
Winter Musings
She spat blood from swallowing rust and I drank it up from a paper cup then poured in some of mine from a paper cut no matter how much we drank it was never enough I broke a mirror and walked through a wall she followed the trail of blood and licked it all wrapped me in newspapers, then turned on the skill saw ran the blade across her fingers, drained the blood down my throat through my broken jaw I drift out on a paddle boat into the abyss of my mind as I see her across the water on a cliff near the power lines holding a vacuum cleaner and a coyote spine the fog sits on the lake during this seperation between life and time I watch from space as she closes my eyes almost drained, she lays beside me to die with our hands entwined confined in a room during this seperation between life and time
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Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
Star acrossed
County  McClintock where she was born, There lived a beauty not ever scorned, The fellas from around the corner miles, Would line up just to see her smiles. Her hair would glisten in the morning sun, Her laughs gave moments of lasting fun, The eyes she had could bear her soul, But no man could ever gain firm control. To woo her was a fulltime endeavor, For she was full of tricks and cleaver, But everytime she gave hugs and kisses, Some men so jealous would sneer with hisses. Remembering how one day she came, She didn't seem like herself just the same, A worried look was painted acrossed her face, Showed her life was missing the human race. I asked her softly what was the bother, She said such harshness came from her mother, And long gone dead, her father couldn't say, How she became so quickly  within her way. I held her tenderly and stroked her hair, In hopes to remove the sadness and the care, But my attempts were so lost in my vain translation, For she was captivated by her singular sensation. The town had gossips, and they already knew, The girl was in her way, this was apparently true, And who the father, no one could rightly guess, Why  she was held accountable to face the test. Since no man came forward to own up their part, She stewed for weeks in her solitary and single heart, And all the time, such mountains of it so on hand, Eventually killed her soul, do you understand? Then one dark, drizzily pouring down rainy day, Passing the cliffs along the raging ocean on her way, She stood and stared so desperately into the  empty sky, Then jumped into the ocean so pained to slowly die.
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Dec 4, 2010
Dec 4, 2010 at 1:57 PM UTC
Rebecca
County  McClintock where she was born, There lived a beauty not ever scorned, The fellas from around the corner miles, Would line up just to see her smiles. Her hair would glisten in the morning sun, Her laughs gave moments of lasting fun, The eyes she had could bear her soul, But no man could ever gain firm control. To woo her was a fulltime endeavor, For she was full of tricks and cleaver, But everytime she gave hugs and kisses, Some men so jealous would sneer with hisses. Remembering how one day she came, She didn't seem like herself just the same, A worried look was painted acrossed her face, Showed her life was missing the human race. I asked her softly what was the bother, She said such harshness came from her mother, And long gone dead, her father couldn't say, How she became so quickly  within her way. I held her tenderly and stroked her hair, In hopes to remove the sadness and the care, But my attempts were so lost in my vain translation, For she was captivated by her singular sensation. The town had gossips, and they already knew, The girl was in her way, this was apparently true, And who the father, no one could rightly guess, Why  she was held accountable to face the test. Since no man came forward to own up their part, She stewed for weeks in her solitary and single heart, And all the time, such mountains of it so on hand, Eventually killed her soul, do you understand? Then one dark, drizzily pouring down rainy day, Passing the cliffs along the raging ocean on her way, She stood and stared so desperately into the  empty sky, Then jumped into the ocean so pained to slowly die.
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I don't know Where you are But I feel your eyes Studying me intensely I've seen you once From the window of the church In a black, hooded robe You held a white candle That burned so ominously As the was dripped onto the palm of your hands You had a small, twisted smile But the shadows cast out your image That was the day I knew I was finished I've seen you twice Backing my car From the driveway In my rear view mirror Three times From acrossed The street Each time You grew closer And closer To getting me On the fourth You were in my yard As I came home from work And the fifth Was the final straw When, from my bedroom door, Stretched your long fingers Long nails Bony yet frail But somehow threatening Down to the soul "Don't come any closer" She begged Before it swallowed her whole
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Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
Angel of Darkness
He had the sun in his eyes and the grass bending beneath every beautiful pound he had. The sunlight danced acrossed his skin and reflected into her eyes. From teaching her how to play bad-mitten and falling on the ground laughing and telling her how beautiful she was, he had no idea how much he meant to her. He pulled her on his lap and whispered "You are so beautiful" He would tuck her hair behind her ears to see how her eyes changed when he looked into her soul and pulled out the girl only one other knew. They were falling in love
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
Days
Searching a dirt and gravel road in the half light . Seeking any presence of the Lord from the shadow of the wind . Parched and dusty walking alone Counting every rock and Every blade of grass . Compassions heartbeat reflects the shadow of my teachers . Feeling a Thousand years old yet struggling to be reborn . Five minutes to midnight from the shadow of the turning. Taking a journey through the center of my heart . A voyage beyond the shadow of my soul . Wanting answers to forever is each rock really numbered along with every blade of grass ? From the shadow of my darkest hours to the shadow of my salvation. In the shadow of my faith and the shadow of my mercy Comes the shadow of my Love . I am stepping out over the bridge acrossed the shadow of still water . As thunder slips behind .
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Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 7:50 PM UTC
Shadow of Thunder
He sat all alone at home There was no where to roam Even on this holiday All his family had passed away His ex-wife and kids where in a different state There was nothing for him to celebrate Life had left him with an empty plate He was trying hard to stay away from deaths gate He sat there trying to watch on tv some shows Only commercials of happy families, that's just the way it goes He set's there reliving happier memories Then looked around at his empty house of misery A call from his kids Sent him into a skid Made him relive their younger years He was so glad they couldn't see his tears He did have a small smile as they talked But like anything the call to soon came to an end, it stopped The heart piercing whimper that acrossed his lips seep Would of made the coldest hearted person weep He just sat there with eyes red with the pain Knowing all he had lost, not seeing anything left to gain The agony of his memories played in his mind Desperately wishing he could go back in time So he could fix it all, make it all rhyme For this mountain of lonely misery, he just couldn't climb As others enjoy their families, with good food and cheer You will find him setting there with his cans of beer Trying to drown his sorrow, amplified by this holiday of thanks giving Wishing that instead of dying inside, he was living
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
A Glimpse of Another's Thanksgiving
He sat all alone at home There was no where to roam Even on this holiday All his family had passed away His ex-wife and kids where in a different state There was nothing for him to celebrate Life had left him with an empty plate He was trying hard to stay away from deaths gate He sat there trying to watch on tv some shows Only commercials of happy families, that's just the way it goes He set's there reliving happier memories Then looked around at his empty house of misery A call from his kids Sent him into a skid Made him relive their younger years He was so glad they couldn't see his tears He did have a small smile as they talked But like anything the call to soon came to an end, it stopped The heart piercing whimper that acrossed his lips seep Would of made the coldest hearted person weep He just sat there with eyes red with the pain Knowing all he had lost, not seeing anything left to gain The agony of his memories played in his mind Desperately wishing he could go back in time So he could fix it all, make it all rhyme For this mountain of lonely misery, he just couldn't climb As others enjoy their families, with good food and cheer You will find him setting there with his cans of beer Trying to drown his sorrow, amplified by this holiday of thanks giving Wishing that instead of dying inside, he was living ©Pauline Russell
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Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC
A Glimpse of Another's Thanksgiving
Lights jumping acrossed basement walls Music playing to loud And people standing far too close Kisses exchanged in the heat Of a sweaty basement A sticky floor, covered in glitter and alchol Girls bending over Guys eyes full of hunger Hips sway to the beat, getting nasty with the heat
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Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC
Basement
I was said something that hurt you, I admits that. I knew the day you run away from me, It means you really mad at me. I knew that i acrossed the line too far, That somehow i forgot i'm just your friend who should make you happy at school. Instead, I broke your heart. I knew you still mad at me. If you knew me for a very long time, I've ever been in this situation before. Mad and being mad at my friend. I've never say "forgive me" when it comes a bad situation to me tbh. Somehow i feels so ashamed to say something like that, Cause deep down in my heart there's a big ego. That's why i've hadn't say so to you till now. But maybe if you see this. I hope someday you'll understand that, I wouldn't break yours anymore.
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May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
Forgive me