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Poetry and chill
Is just the Netflix and Chill
With one soul
And a wild imagination that just puts blotches of ideas together in one fragment
Containing light or dark
I hate to leave anyone in the dark
It's just not something i want to regret
So i'll take you out of it all
So you can say you survived the fall
We all know those phrases about life
I think i've said some of them in the past
We're always trying to avoid the gun blast
To our souls
By letting someone in
But i have tough skin
They see pretty thin but i see much more within
Let the race begin
To the finish line
Where we try to prove
Whose the best
At holding life by the horns
And who can compose their horns
If you know what i mean
Some people are a movie you've never seen
So i'm about to make your nasty parts clean
Erasing the Poetry and Chill
And just leaving the Poetry to stay
Come back, to fight another day
I know it's been rough
But i know more that you're tough
I'll be your wall of comfort.
Leave the tragic days behind
You have a whole future to create.
I feel odd about this one. Guess it's just me.
She can insult herself all she wants, but her protests won't stop me from convincing her about her true beauty. I know it's not the best idea to argue with a woman, and i hate every second of it, but i'm overly passionate i suppose.
 Jan 2016 axr
Kate Barkes
I will rise
To the challenge
And get my revenge
 Jan 2016 axr
CJ M
I’ve grown to like her body, but can’t fall in love with her mind.
We’re not on an equal playing field, no love for the lover, but it gets odd every time we talk.
So we stay quiet.

Originally, I could make love to her mind while we gave thoughts that pierced the order of the world’s system, but I can’t even sense a happiness anymore. We’re no longer a pair, no longer a connection.
We are mismatched.
I feel it, but can’t touch it on my plane of existence.
Raindrops drum on the base of my window sill as I write to the winds, words not flowing well enough so I force them as I force my tears back into my skull.
I’m a timebomb- limited and dangerous, and, sooner or later, I’ll explode.
I taste something bitter between my lips as I make winds flow around me. With my thoughts on my sleeve, I begin to feel
Swooned.
My winds block out the sounds of her
Tears wash away her long lost kisses
And my aching heart throbs enough to get rid of the pain of the thought of her nails on my cheeks as we stared into each other’s souls.
I gave you my heart, love. What was it you planned to do with it besides break it? I wanted the love that you could provide, I wanted to hold hands and speak sweet nothings, I wanted to argue about dumb things and hear you claim to hate  me before we’d make up and become best friends again.
But I was wrong.
Maybe it was bad luck, maybe it was Karma, but I was wrong about you. You weren’t the fantasy I thought you were, you were a chip in my armour that I had no clue about. You were my freedom, but you revoked yourself.
You were my love.
And now, love, I’m afraid we’re in a state of afterlove. I love you, but don’t and so forget my words of sweetness, my ****** jokes or, as you put it, quirky personality.
Your space in my heart has been revoked.
On a wave again, just lettin it go. This was actually a while I was makin it in class yesterday, but while I was continuing it today, I decided to change the title to "afterlove" So, avenge, Here it is lol
 Jan 2016 axr
Lark Train
Broken
 Jan 2016 axr
Lark Train
We loved: Juvenile
And lived: For a while
But I: Couldn't see
That you'd: Turned your back on me.

You left: I watched you go.
My life: Walked out the door
We grew: To new depths
My heart: Your greatest theft.
Josiah Jack
never uttered a sound
when they dragged him away
from the scene.
when his poor body
was eventually found,
the treatment endured,
had been mean.

With no tongue in his head
they had left him for dead.

With a month
on his back,
he did indeed
contemplate.
Only sin
“he was black”
hence forth
this weary state.

They attacked in the night,
hooded and white.

All in all
he was
lucky
to be
breathing at all,
all because
he was plucky,
all because
he stood tall.

A ***** they said
should lower his head.

Were they hooded
for fear?
Were they hooded
in shame?
Most likely,
once covered,
they could hide
of their name.

If things were so right,
why hide out of sight?

Bravery isn't
a word for the ****,
Cowards,
this word comes to mind.
Bravery comes
when there's only one man,
not one
with ten more stood behind.

I will strike in a pack
with someone watching my back.

Their plan
was to ****,
this man
Josiah Jack.
Perhaps they
get a thrill
when someone
cannot fight back.

They get real loud
when they join with the crowd.

Josiah
knew well
that if he
raised a hand
his kin folk
would feel hell
from this
unruly band.

So he did not fight
but gave in to his plight.

They think
they were hidden
beneath that
white hood,
Josiah's hearing
is sound
and his
memory is good.

So when things are forgot,
he will take of his lot.

That's exactly
what happened,
as they lay
in their bed.
The flames hurled
with fury
the sky
filled with red.

This man barbequed them like fish on a rack
and no one put it down to Josiah Jack.
13th July 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
Division is the tool to try
when all you want is fear.
They relish that we're paranoid,
and thrive upon our tears.

Hoping we'll turn our anger out
and rise in arms to strike
at those whom we can hate and doubt
at those we don't look like.

It fuels those who would aim for more,
those whose scruples are unjust,
those who seek a favoured war,
with trepidation and broken trust.

Mislead and swindling Holy writ,
coercing faith to poisons tool.
With hope from those so full of ****
must gain endearment from the fool.

Whatever your religion be
don't let them speak in your name
cause then the light we'll never see
and they will win their game.
The devil can cite scripture for his own purpose.
“William Shakespeare” The Merchant of Venice.

Dec 15th 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
 Dec 2015 axr
Chris
~

Stranger than fiction
the fact that we are
In love with each other
yet we are so far

Affection keeps growing
no matter how wrong
To show that together
is where we belong

Traditional reasons
our romance you see
Is so far from normal
this love, you and me

And who would believe it
if ever they saw
These feelings we’re having
in spite of it all

But I just can’t help it
this love that I feel
No matter how different
can only be real

So know this is fact
these words that you view
What’s stranger than fiction
has somehow come true
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