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Johnny Noiπ Jan 2019
There are mothers of daughters and mothers first in Australia, South Africa,
                                                                ­      the United States, Pennsylvania.
And it is in the garden of the queen's initials, sufficient satisfaction
      is the image of the standard of living in the extreme in Kenya, the poet 2,                    |  a number of shadows of what was to be alive.
It was filthy, the same is waiting for me, my wife,
she left the girl went out to the officer of my old school he wanted to be in genuine, I am of French into the month of Abner
went also to the children of the missing girl
was his strong holds to store the
Young the girl's parts of the of the wall of Europe and the stones,
                                                      O God, Freedom,
Robert Diva natural to Christ of the tongue of peace,
                    the cities of United States American art,
I hand the educational escort open call 'in human history    
Allawi to open its independence beach games too loudly,         the idea of ​​a Christian is the father, Google park city,
dead hands Yumeyume what point does Google father-in-law Brazil
when China is Ben Spain.                             And Computer Science, China's wealth,
hidden Arsoth hobbies, simple questions, write songs a game
Zip years to support scientific staff:
The male child and the mother of a girl
are the young death of my best female child of Australia,
South Africa, Ameloca Melika, Pa,
who is shining on the wonderful green night of the day
Russiana the Italian Englishwoman
The beautiful Jonathan Canadian of English
English is dark, Joe Ji will star in the color of skin,
a large gold braid positioned III:
The early standard of life of the moon
                                             of the house of change of edible acid
The breath of the standard life is like my nuke;
The face of age and satisfaction for him
Because of the shadow of the number of lives
with the high image of the Queen of Kenya
of a female poet of a VI person,                                a red baby in the garden,
wait here I lost my old school who left the police of my wife 's French in VII moon, from a girl who went to the true ***
who came to eat, robot elder; A son of a girl,        a young man of the Jewish people who changes in radius,
a daughter from the walls to a part of Europa,
and the stone is Robert Utahigashi Jesu's                                In order to open
the freedom of Torakia SEN from the hand,
it is necessary to open the liberty of God from the natural language of peace, the name of a friend of USA, the art,                  the history of human beings, the coast of Italia                    It is not a space for the game of the heartbrow,
it is not a Brazilian son of Google's father-in-law
is the son of Google's father in the city's Yumeji Park where the hands
of that color                              The deceased Christians, China, Spain,
who deceived the idea that is limited to the inside,                      got the idea of ​​regenerating the happy tree
Baloo in the form of a poem master
Tell me about the beat calling
by writing a long snooch entrance long time sports center
About the science of sound wild Saudi Arabia Asia-Street Country Will, Difficult Security: The museum's clothes are consumers'
From science and scientific assistance of computer science,
the richness of China,
the hidden eleistor of the bobbies,
Simple question to write playback songs
This means free care that waits for unknown doors to the present age: Home field of the mail, Australia, South Africa, USA,
Mothers and Women in Pennsylvania.
This statue of a vegetable hawker is a queen of great satisfaction in Kenya,
                                                              of­ some shadows, visible to the poet.
To me, the same watchfulness is garbage.
My husband and my son want to be honest with me,
I was missing a woman;
His strong point was to keep a wall with young men, walls,
and stones Abenam,     French, I went to the beach, town park,
one Christian father, Google - idea very high, God, freedom,
Robert elm-ha, natural language,
                                                     Christ's peace in the United
It is the open call of the cities in the United States,
the history of Allawi's history,
Some of them died on that point, Google-Google-,      Brazil,
China, and Spain ben-meyume. Computer science,
Chinese treasures, arsofia hobbies,
writing games in simple questions,
writing zip-scientific support staff from songs.
Have the trees all fallen?
/
In my absence,
Did the lights turn out in Santa Fe?
I’m walking in a shadow,
Cast by who knows what because
The skyline’s bare
/
Now the leaves are gone,
And in their wake the branches
Lie gutted on the pavement
Stripped to shiny bones
That smile and smile,
The call to arms blares out
So sickly sweet
/
A mind rang out across the room
That blazed so hot we’ll never know
And in one blazing human breath
They breathed their last
/
to think they were children
they were just children
/
I feel a great and quiet darkness
Has snuffed out those sparks
That could have ignited the world
And so I wonder
How many million seconds, meant to be,
Now never will?
/
Do good men die so other men
Might learn, or worse still, win?
Will those sparks
Snuffed out in Santa Fe
Ignite this world of apathy
To shame?
/
I ask again,
Have the trees all fallen
Down in Santa Fe?
The Lioness Oct 2018
You tried to pull a gun on me.
I just pulled mine faster
But what you don't know is
Three days later
I put my gun to my head.
I couldn't live with the fact
That I almost pulled the trigger on you
That I was ready to stop your threat.
What you don't know is one month later
I still had nightmares
That I overdosed on pills
Hoping to never wake up.
Six months later
I still see your face
I still think of the what ifs
One year later
I still wake up screaming
Fighting your invisible threat.
One year and six months later
You voice still haunts me.
You were eager to **** be because I wore a badge and gun.

My coworkers ***** me.
Two against me.
What you two didnt see
The detectives interrogated me.
Told me I asked for it
I should have fought back
One day later the detective picks me up
I tried over dosing minutes before they came
They noticed the cuts but didn't notice
That I was falling fast
I couldn't keep my eyes open.
My speech was slurring
I walked like i was drunk
I made it through the **** kit
I got home and slept for three days straight
One month later i quit my job.
My body couldn't handle the stress
I kept dissociating.
Six months later
I still couldn't have ***.
I started learning jujitsu
I had bought a gun
One year later
I was more confident
But i still feared ***
I feared men
I still had nightmares
Two years later
I'm still managing to struggle
I still hear your voices
Still see your faces
Still feel you in my dreams
Two years and six months later
I'm more confident.
I still have difficulty with men.
But now I am well on my way to be a police officer
An EMT
I can't let you win!
Ever!
These are real events that happened in my life.
Kathryn Oct 2018
A young women took her life
Just down the street
A child in the school yard
Found her hanging from a tree...
2 brothers got into another fight
one stabbed the other over drugs
Blood stained the doors
He banged on for help...
6 shots broke the silence of the night
Some how he's still alive
Laid on the road I'm so familiar with
With bullets in his head....
This place I grew up is changing
maybe I'm more aware
Violence all around
Where does it end...
children arrested for selling drugs
*** trafficking
Police raids
In the last year I've seen it all...
I refuse to give up hope
This world I've brought my child into
it can be a beautiful place
Love can overcome hate...
...........
.
Needs editing... might delete later.... just a few things that have happened in my neighborhood in the past year
The Lioness Sep 2018
I see you,
As I walk my beat.
The soul who's life as been so rough
You've turned to drugs to cope.
I see you over dosing on the corner.
I call for help as you become a pulseless, nonbreather,
I start hands only CPR.
As they dispatch help.
Please don't give up.
There's so much more to life.
I give it my all as I hear the sirens blare in the night.
But help comes to late.
I stand in shock.
I give my statement.
I finish my shift and go home to cry.

I see you,
The guy trying to **** me because I wear a badge and a gun.
Please don't make me shoot you.
I just want to go home at night.
Shoots fired, shoots fired.
He's down, I gave him five warnings,
“show me your hands.”
I didn't want to.
Really I didn't.

I see you,
The guys that ***** me.
I see you
You forced my hand.
I can't walk the streets unarmed.
You messed with my head,
And got away with it.

The nightmares come.
I see them.
I want them to stop.
I'm so numb now.
I cut myself to feel again.
I see the scars.
I cover them.
Others cannot know I'm weak.
They look up to me.

The horrors I see.
Will they ever stop?
Working in security I've seen many things. Theses are only a few that have stuck with me.
winnie Apr 2018
fifteen hours.
fourteen, depending on
where in australia you are from.
but for me, it is fifteen hours.

los angeles is fifteen-hour flight from melbourne.
fifteen hours on a plane, and you’ll be in america.
you’ll be in a ****** country, where it almost seems like
the new craze is to be a shooter,
and you only get noticed if you get shot.

they are begging, pleading,
“please stop them from killing us,
our families, our friends!”
and the others say
“oh, but i really love my gun.”
“and i care about my gun more than i care about you.”
“and i care more about my machine made to take life than about you
getting to keep yours.”
and that’s just that, i suppose.

i am fifteen hours away from a ****** country,
and i can’t tell if i’m too close
or not close enough.

i am fifteen hours away from a ****** country,
and for some reason,
that’s just fine.
Black Jewelz Apr 2018
I’ll never forget that day

When she lifted her head from the bed in which it was buried

And with bloodshot eyes reaching through 2 black holes

She asked, “Why’d they have to **** my brother?”

That exact question was already in my mind.

Happy Easter
Aaron LaLux Mar 2018
This whole country is a crime seen,
3rd Eye’s blurry need some Visine,
driving home with one headlight,
can’t see straight hit the high beams,

feeling like a Wallflower that’s lost all power,
praying for peace while they continue fighting,
and I know I can’t stop all the violence,
but that won’t stop me from trying,

can’t get through to the new school,
try memes,
can’t get the truth through to these dudes,
they keep denying,

I mean what does it mean,
when a black kid’s not even safe in his own yard,
assassinated in his grandmother’s backyard,
story retold by the grandma of Stephon Clark,
trained killers hunted him down and ****** him,
maybe he would’ve survived if his skin was a little less dark,
maybe to see the light first we need a spark,
trying to keep it together even though things seem to be falling apart,

the use of deadly force is often excessive,
but penalties on the killers are rarely enforced,
as if a police officer’s badge is a license to ****,
it’s not any less savage because they’re in uniform,

what does that say of our society,
when boys getting killed my men is the norm,
and us kids are sick of it more than a little bit,
school shootings cop shooting what’s going on,

and where are our leaders at times like this,
I mean shout out to Emma Gonzalez,
I respect her heart and congratulate her courage,
but why do adults have to learn from kids,

where are our role models,
where is the love,
global warming it’s heating up,
still kids get killed in cold blood,

this is not a front,

I’m not fronting,
I’m not faking,
I’m whole foods,
they’re all bacon,

fat no protein,
facts no smoke dreams,
fact is these pros need practice,
because this whole country’s a crime scene,

every day another cover up,
got cameras on every block,
still when a kid gets shot,
it seems like the body cams are always covered up,

how can it be 2018,
where we’re constantly under surveillance,
yet we never see the footage of cops,
when they shoot civilians,

and I’m trying to stay patient,
but I’m running out a patience,

and it’s not just cops killing kids,
kids are killing kids too,
but most people don’t even want to hear about it,
let alone actually get up and move,

wanna know how many people have been killed by guns,
millions and millions in the United States alone,
and no one is safe not even a 22 year old kid,
siting in the backyard of his grandmother’s home,

this whole place is a Danger Zone,

this whole country is a crime seen,
3rd Eye’s blurry need some Visine,
driving home with one headlight,
can’t see straight hit the high beams,

feeling like a Wallflower that’s lost all power,
praying for peace while they continue fighting,
and I know I can’t stop all the violence,
but that won’t stop me from trying…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

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