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 Aug 2015 Yasmine
Graff1980
Life seldom grants us absolutes
Before the truth of reason
Comparison was treason
Ignoring the fact
That some have and some lack
Was common practice

Justice was lackluster
Politicians and business men
Were fluff and lots of bluster

But now with all the information we have
Reason and comparison should be elevated
Inequalities should be seriously debated
Not with flowery words which inform so little
But conceal so much, but with science
Because facts find hidden truths revealed
And there is seldom to much truth
 Aug 2015 Yasmine
Mike Essig
What doesn't **** you makes you stronger.*

What doesn't **** you
maims you.

What doesn't **** you
makes you an *******.

What doesn't **** you
makes you afraid of life.

What doesn't **** you
makes you afraid to love.

What doesn't **** you
makes you meek.

What doesn't **** you
scars your soul.

What doesn't **** you
should have.

  ~mce
 Aug 2015 Yasmine
Angela Mercado
;
 Aug 2015 Yasmine
Angela Mercado
;
Rid us off
of all our
skin,
we are all
same
within

So tell me,
love,
why pick her face
over mine
*when I have loved
you for a far
longer
time?
more over callherangela.tumblr.com
 Aug 2015 Yasmine
mld
Untitled
 Aug 2015 Yasmine
mld
iridescence was never my forte
but baby, when i’m with you, i feel like
i can be any colour in the rainbow
 Aug 2015 Yasmine
brandon nagley
i.

Whilst she sleepeth
She dreameth of me;
Whilst she sleepeth on
The sulu sea.

ii.

The Luzon she meet's
Whilst eye's closed;
I meet her in the circle
Of her tribal expose.

iii.

And we art bare
Connected, none clothe's;
Just garb of angelic yarn
Ourn dermis fused, close.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
holding your hands as you walk
i hold you steady

your wobbly legs will grow strong
and someday you will not need me to walk

remember i will love you just the same,
whether i am holding you now or
when i let you run and make your mistakes
as an adult
poem for my daughter Winnie, who is 9 months and learning to walk.
 Aug 2015 Yasmine
Xphaedos
Why'd I walk into this room again?
 Aug 2015 Yasmine
Sam Hain
In Spite
 Aug 2015 Yasmine
Sam Hain
Have ever you heard
   The crows sing sweetly?
A singing bird,
   They sing discreetly.

They caw to scoff
   And to berate you,—
To **** you off
   And agitate you.

O.O
Waves hiss
lapping the shoreline,

******* clad
beings
soaking up the sun.

A slight breeze
pushing clouds,

they dance
for our
entertainment.

The vastness
of the ocean

reminding me
of the bigger
picture.

The grains
of sand

whisper
their allegiance
to the stars.
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