the wind blows hard tonight
and it's a cold wind
and I think about
the boys on the row.
I hope some of them have a bottle of
red.
it's when you're on the row
that you notice that
everything
is owned
and that there are locks on
everything.
this is the way a democracy
works:
you get what you can,
try to keep that
and add to it
if possible.
this is the way a dictatorship
works too
only they either enslave or
destroy their
derelicts.
we just forgot ours.
in either case
it's a hard
cold
wind.
Life Sep 2014
Life: Noun: Uncountable: Plural: Lives
The ability to have: Abilities
Period of time filled with: Adjectives
With many opportunities to seize

Life as punishment: Contract/prison/love
Life as enjoyment: Contact/comfort/love
Love: Meaning: Affection. Also used above
Love: For idiom see also: Turtledove

Life: Antonym: Death: What comes after life
The leading cause of death on Earth: Neglect
Example: None cared the child had a knife
The leading cause of life on Earth: V-necks

Cheat: Suicide: Lessons on life not learned
Antidote: No cure has yet been confirmed
Sonnet
Joe Cole Jun 2014
Brilliance in 5 words


Answers
               on
                   a
                      postcard
                                ­     please
This inspirational work was composed in a mere 6 weeks
Yet again my brilliance is here for all to see
Mercury Chap Apr 2015
It was a lovely afternoon
When I felt dizzy and soon
Started to feel as if my chair's moving
I looked up at the pendant hanging
Freely and also dancing
Back and forth
It wasn't just me who was moved
It was the earth and the whole building hoofed
Back and forth
One slip of plate
And it moved the whole earth.

It was mild
I hoped it won't go wild
Calling for my loved ones
I ran to the ground
People hustling, steps making a panic sound
From the eighth floor I felt it stopped
But as if it read my mind, earth again rocked
More than I've ever felt before
We all hustled downstairs in case it got wilder more
Old people, children running,
Mothers, scared, panicked, scooting.

Down the building everyone waited
Till the earth slowy bated
And stopped in a sudden motion
We were glad it wasn't that strong
Back to home, we all scurried
Switched on our televisions in a hurry.

Though the earth was soft on us
There were places where everything was crushed,
Homes, offices, families destroyed
Everything because of simple but strong
Back and forth
What is happening in the world?
Is it the human being which the earth loaths?
Can we call it natural destrustion or human destruction? Does the earth want to vanish us? Does it loath us? Are we the reason for all this destruction?
Chloe Jun 2014
Everyone was so consumed in their own sadness that they failed to notice mine.
How far do I have to go to be noticed
avery Oct 2016
police
brutality
breeds
mob
mentality.

how
do
we
fix
the
world
before
the
next
fatality?
If for whatever reason it is not evident from the poem, I firmly believe and stand for the Black Lives Matter Movement.
Mattrick Patrick Mar 2016
Black Lives Splatter on the heal of American Jackboot Patriotism.

When will black lives matter?
When all life ceases to be divided into races,
and we are seen as a single species,
as a spectrum rather than as separate colors.
No matter how devastating this reality may be,
it is the reality.
I love all people. I want to see the equality of all races in law and in culture, but also in every human heart on this planet and every other. Love is the answer, peace is the outcome.
M Hughes Apr 2014
Things are happening
But you're just sleeping.

War is breaking out
People are starving
Children are dying
But you're just sleeping

Guns are being shot
Bombs are going off
Lives are being lost
And you're still sleeping.
Shaine Fraz Aug 2016
This isn't Rome
I'm standing still because statutes

Stone grill-- l a carved marble statue not a muscle dares,
near frozen by the fear let it go I hear
over shoulder
(Dilfer dime-- if I get shot over a penalty)

Is it clear
my arms are arms a load chopper in his shades,
do those aviators make me even darker
(if I studied aviation I could take off I can hover, I can--)
WAIT he's moving closer,
every hair strand an antenna,
I can feel him,

The smell of disdain on his glare
stained blood on his hands
another brother, my brother

Guiltier with every pace so..
--show your hands,
foot mixed with concrete I take this order serious,
my motions are motive and mistaken for resist,

Wait
Is it his stare or am I stoned,
(Why did I decide to go my friends wouldn't believe this limitations to the thoughts)

am I arrested or caught,

I'm cold on the surface
Erode so slow is my sediment evidence,
A blue god so I'm pacified,
I'm hesitant,
he calls and I say that I'm innocent,
I'm witnessing
the transitioning from eruption to ocean-- volcanic,

Blue Medusa
can you only sculpt destruction,
(I'm not 3 dimensional, I'm real and I matter, I'm real and I matter)
I'm real But I shatter,

Gravel if determined that I'm rude so I cant breath,
Gravel if My license plate removed I don't leave,
I don't speak,
I don't flee,
I'm not free,
I believe,
That this happen to mothers mother
mothers brother,

Brother from another was granite
and granted hes valuable but only in a home, of course,

I'm quartz in the making
A corpse still shaking--
Cause a wallet was mistaken
Or i.d. was misplaced

So I'm on the rocks
since the bar says that I'm a criminal,
velvet rope divider marks my life and a visual,
a wake,
or a hashtag,
you choose,
glass house,
cold stones,
rocky road,
medusa licks his finger tips same finger which petrified me in the first place,

Reminded I'm in Rome as im standing there motionless
a statue for display or a trophy for the kitchen,
this art is not for sale there will be no shipping,

With solidarity through our solidification,
It won't matter if we look back,
We Matter and We Black.
© 2016 by S Fraz All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of S Fraz
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
Maybe the stars are more than they appear,
Maybe each star could be a count of the years,
--Or lives,
Maybe a star will one day be mines.
S R Mats Mar 2015
The unfortunate things take our Lives.
They storm the castle walls of Living,
And run like hordes throughout Life.
We, at times, are too lazy to Fight.
1355

The Mind lives on the Heart
Like any Parasite—
If that is full of Meat
The Mind is fat.

But if the Heart omit
Emaciate the Wit—
The Aliment of it
So absolute.
Love lives beyond the tomb,
And earth, which fades like dew!
I love the fond,
The faithful, and the true.

Love lives in sleep:
’Tis happiness of healthy dreams:
Eve’s dews may weep,
But love delightful seems.

’Tis seen in flowers,
And in the morning’s pearly dew;
In earth’s green hours,
And in the heaven’s eternal blue.

’Tis heard in Spring
When light and sunbeams, warm and kind,
On angel’s wing
Bring love and music to the mind.

And where’s the voice,
So young, so beautiful, and sweet
As Nature’s choice,
Where Spring and lovers meet?

Love lives beyond the tomb,
And earth, which fades like dew!
I love the fond,
The faithful, and the true.
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