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 Nov 2016
Mako
After what seemed a thousand centuries
Ages that never came to end
Reason beated sentiment
My will is strong again

Recovering from my damnation
After months of infinite pain
My power to let go
Finally made its effect

In my heart, I knew it all along
I did not know when, or how
But the end of it was coming
It was happening after all

Finally the day has come to say
Goodbye, silly heartbreak fool
We won't meet again
You're no longer in the spotlight
And you won't be again
I speak directly to you and this time I'm not flying
Every bit of my dignity is firmly standing
 Oct 2016
Mako
Either you let it go
Or let it go get you
 Oct 2016
tm
there is
that one ambitious destination
that one castle in the air
that one taste of exctasy
that beams a flicker of light within us.

let that candle flame spread like wildfire
and spew out of you.
let your passion light this grey world with unclouded - and much needed - colour.

- t.m
 Oct 2016
Quettevio
someday,
somewhere,
someway;

you will find the girl
who loves herself enough
to love you even more.
 Oct 2016
me-mow
a writer will write in any situation;
terror, and stoic sadness-
it's about manifestation.
verbal *******, mental incarceration.
the blank white page: a cage
and my pen is the key,
ink on paper to set emotion free.

"can i read it, please?"
you like eye ******* my poetry?
with my words i can make you feel anything.
with my words, i can illustrate an intricate painting
because a writer will write to make you see;
a writer would rather write
than speak to anybody.

(speaking gives writers anxiety)
 Oct 2016
Lakin
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Write. Write so much your hand aches from long nights spent love-making to your paper. Write because the word dandelion is beautiful, and so are girls and so is life. Think less about why he hurt you and more about words similar to fearless or independent. Question the stanzas, but stop at nothing to bleed the pain of yesterday.

Write- because this isn't art- this is survival.
Somethings we must keep reminding ourselves.
 Sep 2016
NvrMnd
Move that body
Use that mind
Get yourself busy
With whatsoever
May it be wise
Or foolish
It doesn’t really matter
That’s just how we survive
We only need
A little distraction
In this lonely life.
 Sep 2016
Jason Harris
After years of attempting this craft, I still didn’t get it.
I read it walking to class during undergrad. Back when
Roethke described how nothing would succumb to death,
not even dirt. But in time, I learned that it is a mere calling

of truth. A slight manipulation of memories. A close reading
of a scene where nothing really happens. A hillside of purple
orchards shaking in the wind, then resting its petals against
the earth. I learned that it is a foggy window seat in time

catching the first leaf of autumn connect to wet pavement
or catching two strangers, after a long day, undisturbed,
quietly ******* in the privacy of their home, smiling
at one another for reasons the world will never know.
 Sep 2016
Isaz
Blood and roses and war
I am small and you are tall
Is it fun to have the upper hand
Over children made of sand?
If you rule over a people -
what does it matter
If they easily shatter?
 Sep 2016
Broken
There is an emptiness inside a man
a place that is only hers to fill
He will never be complete without her
His heart never beating stands still
A lifeless man, yet living he wanders
As he prays that one day she'll come home
But if not he will wait and he'll love her
Till the day that he dies all alone.
 Sep 2016
tm
after centuries and centuries and centuries of:
pain and suffering,
chains and ankle cuffing,
segregation and impossible laws,
human degredation and deaths for the cause,
coloured lines and last picks,
work in the mines and barbie-like wigs,
culture termination and the education of self-hate,
fake freedom motivation and penitentiary execution dates,
community sabatoge and destruction of black owned schemes,
settle down for hip hop dialogue and basketball dreams
racial slurs and monkey metaphors,
television blurs and the world shutting doors,
the white man's drugs and melanin filled prisons,
talent that lacks funds and vietnam missions,
death of our black icons and imprisonment of mandela
death of trayvon and others on the death list which could go on forever...

do you have the right to tell "bottom barrels" not to dream to be on the top?
do you wonder why forgiveness is slowly yielding in the world, as if it sees a sign that says it's time to stop?

do they not say we must practice what we preach?
are they not preaching hate?
are they not preaching inequality?
are they not preaching the false levels of life?

is it too hard for the world to practice equality?
is it too hard for the world to live in harmony?
is it too hard for the world to see the similarities in our differences?
is it too hard for the world to live without fear of colours?

is it too much to ask for peace???


- t.m
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