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AS Jun 27
No I will not reframe!
Now unleashed,
the memory of the beast will breathe.
How he cut us all very deep,
stealing and pealing away boundaries.
Aren't I allow to heal from the disease the monster inflicted.
The seeder of insecurities,
The creator of the fight,
That with the most disgusting,
manipulative mind.
Calling him evil would be kind,
after all the devastation he left behind.
To cure the sickness he planted in the mind.
The moment has gone to keep quite,
to open up about the fright,
let the truth fly free.
A psychopath who loved to leech,
reaping those in his reach.
Not caring about the pain he left,
even with leaving one of them partially deaf.
Getting those around him into a routine delirium.
Smiles,
as he reeked the torment and confusion inside.
Leaving those around him half alive,
removing the opportunity to thrive.
Now your removed from this world,
it can now turn round,
carefully healing the ground.
Your mark has been left,
those who were detained will never be the same.
The feeling of your slime,
your claws and the blood you once drew.
Leaving few in stages of blue,
worst of all leaving behind smaller resembles of you.
One thing I can gladly say,
now as I stride forward and thankful you are now longer alive.


© 2018
Abigail Sheard
Alysia Marie Nov 2014
Come sew buttons into my eyes, and allow me to believe all of your lies.
For the beauty of love shall seep deep within; even if perception is fogged by your sins.

                                     Alysia Marie 2014 ©
Hayleigh Nov 2016
Sometimes we allow people to build homes in our hearts and sometimes, for one reason or another, we cannot build them in theirs, no matter how hard we try.

I learnt the hard way.
Jaycee Jun 2015
I'm finally opening a new door.
My tears will no longer hit the floor.
I finally have found someone,
Who will allow me to be myself.
I'm so glad that they'll be around.
JoelP Feb 2016
There are nights when the incandescence is blinding;
I feel I could vanish: go back to a room.
I take to the streets under the isolated moon
and stare at your wedding ring,
the lapis too blue to be truly serene.
More a sunken schooner miles from sentience, lost and forgotten alone in the deep.
I wear it on my right hand, and try to act as you would
but bad habits die harder than fathers and men.
Let me cry on the shoulder of this burnt out cigarette.
I know it feels for me.

There are nights when the deafening din of the living
pierces my eardrums with ceaseless repeat
I rattle past South Poplar and silence the headlights,
allow the landscape to sing,
and carry my soul on ethereal wings
towards a place that I can’t ever locate. I will not ever abandon the glimpse
of candlelight dancing off a shit classical guitar
to the tune of John Denver, blue mountains and sky
where I've been trying to sing myself back to ever since.
That's where he waits for me.
Muse the Bobbie, Learned and Scrolling Mentor
For screening this Curtain to show our Task
Basic Words you exhume; Trust, a favour
Later allow us with some Sticks to bask
It takes much swallow to go back to School
And strip us bare with Her Majesty's Words
This how you Speak - With a Rod and a Fool
But then, who cares? Forgans are for the Birds
Now all it takes to supple your behalf
Modelled by the Mad Agent done and pleased
We empty our Fillers; and bid Avast!
Upon Graduation your Skills we take heed.
Thank you so much again, Mentor availed
Success is Reward; Laziness is Failed.
Hadiy Syakir Oct 2017
Kudos to Kaepernick.

I just cannot drown all my beliefs and ideas, even if it contradicts my flesh and soul. When I heard that not standing up to the tune; that has always succeeded on sweeping all of the messes underneath the sad reality, to be deemed as subversive, I know that Rosa would definitely clench onto the seat tighter than ever.

Kneel, my friend, kneel.

To drag our body out there, all over the precious hills and fields, while acting as if the scale has always been set fairly beneath you all this time, will hurt you more than myself. How can a mere matter of things decide our future, our destiny? We shall shape our fate, you shall shape your own fate, and to be judged on the perception biasedly build in the name of order for thousands of years, is a situation that should not be endured by anyone or anything in a tiny dot within this vast universe.

Kneel, my friend, kneel.

And for that, I cannot stand proudly and profess my love to you as of now, even though I will always wear my heart on my sleeve for you to see. To be cheated, to be manipulated, to be deemed as surplus, by those at the tip of the plateau, that cunningly asked us to forget all the tangles and wrangles for the love of this sacred land, while unashamedly distribute everything off the land, off the ocean amongst them, is the last thing that we should allow to happen. I am one of those that can't simply put on the mask on top of our meant-to-be honest faces, to say hail to the thief is worse than the eternal grief. I have never dreamed of burying the hatchet with them, not even for a second and if I ever do it, I shall be condemned and dismissed for forgetting the roots, the fons et origo of mine. To love you does not mean to stand still to the soulless melodies, to love you doesn't mean to bow down to the meaningless piece of cloth that has overseen countless infiltration and bombing over the years.

Kneel, my friend, kneel.

To love you is to fight for the rights of many, by any means, even by not standing up. When black is no longer becomes the symbol of miserable, filth and calamity, we shall then breath with ease, stand on our feet and fully embrace the real meaning behind all those majestic words.

Kudos to Kaepernick.
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