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Cheyanne Lemons Feb 2015
Everytime we close our eyes,
Trying to remember our mother's lullabies
Warm tears, sparkling like diamonds
Running down our cheeks, hiding behind eyelids

When we look in the mirror and all we see is hate
There is no one to break our fall except fate

We judge our eyes, ear, and...oh did I mention that nose is fake
You people are fickle, you criticize until we break

They say "God" created us all equal and that beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
But how can you say that, you hypocrite, let that smolder

Because while you sit on a throne of discrimination
We scramble and hide to find our place in this nation

He can't even go home to his family because of his ****** domain
He loves his partner but his fathers inane

She breaks her back at work everyday, does more than any man will ever do in a decade
But still riding on her gender, her paycheck begins to fade

And when you see us crawling, fighting with need
You kick us down for the feeling of greed

He tries to get a job and because of the complexion of his pigment,
They don't hire him, nada, that's the end of this segment

She walks down the street covered from head to toe, with only her eyes to show
It's her beliefs but that doesn't make the ***** looks a lesser blow

We fee; the hurt and the pain everyday.
While you sit on your ***** in Tampa Bay

And when we can't be accepted in society,
We don't know any other way for prosperity

So we find a way to numb the pain
The drugs, the razor biting the skin, the *** with mysterious men
Anything with a gain

Please don't hurt us, please don't shut the door in our faces
Because we always seem to wake up in stranger places

Believe us, because this world should not be dog eat dog, it should be full of empathy
Way past the point of poetic sympathy

Break our bones, our courage, our love but inspite of it all
We fight on so that we're with the ones we love on the day that we fall

Drag us out and hang us like a beacon
Because we are not the ones who should be beaten

We are the kings of the world, no prejudice only love
Because love is love even when push comes to shove

Please enlighten us on how being different is bad
And we promise you, despite the real truth, we won't be mad

He's in love with his boyfriend. He asked him just last week to marry him
Never to break his vows until they bury him

She's a single mom of three kids, always making sure they have a good life
But in spite of it her bosses always cut her down with a knife

And he needs to pay for his wife's kemo
Every night he's struggling to ask from people at his mother's Bingo.

And when she walks down the street, she takes pride in what she believes
Always wondering why the man in the window is angry at what he sees

This is us in every way.
We know you wish this was just friendly foreplay

But we will bury you, smolder you with the ashes of our last exhumation
Without you this world would have a better function

Ok, maybe we're astray from the norm
But who says we won't be the end of this petty storm

Dose us with gasoline, light us a flame,
Watch us burn at the stake like it's a game.

But we'll shine so brightly you won't want to fuss
Because, in the end, you'll finally see US.
Harry J Baxter Oct 2013
She said she wanted an adventure
trekking through the Mexican desert with six shooters
the Lone Ranger and her Kemo Sabe
she wanted to pack her bags
hit the road without a second glance to spare
take the Greyhound bus
or maybe her dad's Jetta
and open it up across endless highways
until the tires are stripped bare
and the exhaust smokes
she wanted to be a stranger
in a strange town
with a cardboard sign reading
    Anywhere but here
mostly she just wanted to escape
the chill of all the old ghosts which haunted her
Ryan O'Leary Jan 2019
In his retirement, the
Lone Ranger decided
to learn Choctaw the
language of Tonto.

To his shock & horror
he was to discover that
Kemo Sabe actually
meant " Kiss my *** ".

Last December, I had
a glitter card with a
Donkey, in Irish that
said, " Pog mo Shon ".

Seems to me that nearly
everyone has lost the
spirit, this year I got one,
abbreviated, " X M A S ".
Amber Rush Mar 2015
I'm sad today.
I feel hollow inside while everyone else feels whole.
I hate the way feelings feel. The way your body tenses just before the first tear builds up and slowly runs down your face.
I hate the way endings feel like there are no beginnings.
How no matter what I do I'm as curious as curious George on what you may be doing.
Why is it that when someone causes you so much pain and sorrow you still want to be connected to them in some form or shape. I think it's because I've become trapped into a routine involving so much time and effort that I can't steer away from it.
I don't want to. This was either a cancer or a cure. And for me well I ended up with both a form of cancer and some type of sad cure. Kemo, fight and don't give up I tell myself, but do I have the strength anymore ? A part of me is slowly dying while another part of me is living. I'm a glass half empty and a glass half full.
Ryan O'Leary Jul 2018
I was invited to a
Global Warming
party and on the
invitation it said!
          <>
Bring candles but
be prepared to
blow them out in
case it gets too hot?
Harmony Sapphire May 2016
I guarantee I will be nothing you'll ever notice or see.
Or ever want me to be.
You're sick why are you in such a rush?
To make the effort you did in my life to crush.
In the toilet I want your existence to flush.
You are an embarrassment that makes everyone blush.
Your poverty they pity.
You think you're so smart and witty.
You're not.
Your a snot.
Who can rot.
Trouble is what you plot.
Die of a stroke or a blood clot.
You belong six feet under decayed inside a coffin & grave.
Ariel is not your slave.
You can't make her behave.
You heartless b**.
You are a snitch.
You don't have have the cash you ***** witch.
You've always been trash.
You'll never get rich.
You don't have the cash.
Of you there should be fewer.
You belong in the sewer.
You have the evil eye.
Then is all you try.
I hope you die.
You make Ariel cry.
Everything you say is a lie.
In hell you can fry.
When that happens don't ask God why.
Heaven is not something you can buy.
To Ireland is where I want to fly.
All you can do is lie.
Your house was always been a pig sty.
That is what you deserve.
You always get on my nerves.
Hell would want you the most.
You are Satan's host.
It's a place you can roast.
Your evil disease spreads coast to coast.
Don't even try to haunt me with your ghost.
If you don't know now.
You will when you get the memo.
I can show you a demo.
Your cancer can't be cured by kemo.
You are a freaky nightmare.
If Ariel died you'd never care.
To try it my enemy haters would dare.
My anger would flare.
In a trap they would be snared.
Ryan O'Leary Aug 2019
Tonto baked Arrowroot
gluten free bread on the
praire for Kemo Sabe.

The Lone Ranger always
maintained that he put
Silver's droppings in it.

When he retired and studied
Chocktaw, he discovered that
Kemo Sabe meant kiss my ***.
Ryan O'Leary Dec 2019
Man Friday came running
up to Robinson Crusoe with
a corked glass container.

Kemo Sabe Kemo Sabe, look,
look, I find, I find, paper fish
inside, blue writing on back!

Give me that you dumb **** he
said in a condescending tone to
which Man Friday was accustomed.

Crusoe got the only surviving piece
from his shipwreck, a cork *****
which floated ashore with him.

Man Friday look on, watch worm
wind in stopper, very strange, he
think Crusoe not right in head.

Crusoe say **** out loud, say this
a *******, hand in air stopper
break half stuck inside.

He stick finger, push hard say holy
**** stuck he pull say **** again then
go put in water put between feets, pull.

Man Friday he say, go get rock bring
bring get stupid thing off hand finger
swell like **** he say too tite.

Crusoe hit glass very hard, no brake
tell to me hit, no brake on on sand no
good too soft Crusoe say.

Hold rock Friday he say and swing
hand hit rock brake many peaces
cut finger he say **** 3 thymes.

He pick up paper fish wit blue writing
on back he say What the **** 2 times
and read " Massage In A Brothel "
Phoenix Aug 2016
Time is the enemy
It's going to fast
The minutes rush past
And slip through my fingers

There is a suffocating silence
That surrounds us
We all know what's happening
But no one wants to say it
Because then it's true

I can't breath
I can't think
Tear after tear fall
I'm surprised I haven't run out

My heart is broken
And I can't fix it
Because she has half of it

Why did this happen
Why
Why
Why

So many questions
Not enough answers

Mama isn't going to make it
She's fought so hard
But she just couldn't win

I love you mama
Please don't go
Please stay here
With me

I took you for granted
All the moments I could have hugged you
Or kissed you
Or said I love you

I wish I could change it
I wish i could save you
I feel so helpless
So powerless
So...

Defeated

It wont be the same
Without you by my side
It won't be the same
With you holding half my heart

It's not fair
With the brain cancer
And kemo
How much you fought
It's not fair
That you still lost

I love you mama
I always will
You will forever hold
A place in my heart
For Courtney: I know I don't know you but I felt the need to do this for you. I'm sorry for everything happening.
Ryan O'Leary Mar 2019
No, I'm not addressing those
residing at surfers paradise or
the beach combers who are out
there looking at the wave graves
in the off chance of finding floaters
gold which is no different to what
one expects to discover at the end
of an Irish rainbow, providing you
get there before the Leprechauns.

Road rangers of ******* left to the wind,
CokeCans@McDonnells should have been binned.

Appache are pronto delivered by Tonto
Kemo Sabe's Comanche, but could be Monsanto?

Is it just here in Cork that those boxes are red
Kentucky Fried Chicken to the crows it is fed.

So who are the Tidies around town here in Mallow,
do they go out much further?  Yes, as far as Duhallow !!


For the volunteers. Mallow Tidy Towns.
Polluted by American take away's
Ryan O'Leary Mar 2020
Social distancing is taking its
toll on more than just us run
of the mill people, we've just
heard that that Tonto has told
Kemo Sabe to go **** himself.
Ryan O'Leary Mar 2020
The lone Ranger wore a burka
Tonto painted his face in ochre
with an indigo tail feather on
his head because he was only
5'1" tall which added another
seven inches just a wee bit less
than Kemo Sabe but Silver was
16 hands high whereas Scout
was a mere fourteen, unshod.

— The End —