She stared at it a carbon copy of herself stared back smiling exposing it’s horrible jagged teeth and a dead expression
Genre: Dark, Depression, Scary, and Family
Family Destruction
by Barbara Hunt
Dark and sinister it was as it stared down at her a devilish smile played on its lips as amusement raised in its eyes
She stared at it a carbon copy of herself stared back smiling exposing it’s horrible jagged teeth and a dead expression
This monster was of the worst in nature and as she stared at it she became cornered as it pulled her down into the depths of the underworld
Sealing her fate as no cries would ever be heard she closed her eyes delving further into the abyss she uttered it’s name in the eternal silence mourning the loss of peace
Eyes showing a moonlit night,
Under the shadows of insanity,
He and his conscience got into a fight,
He had nothing to lose, nothing to pity,
After all, he has no one in his sight,
The world had lost everything,
Everything that seemed pretty.
Genre: Forced Motivation
The last human to have lived
by Mudeet Arora
Eyes showing a moonlit night,
Under the shadows of insanity,
He and his conscience got into a fight,
He had nothing to lose, nothing to pity,
After all, he has no one in his sight,
The world had lost everything,
Everything that seemed pretty.
He saw the world pass by,
In front of his closed eyes
Nothing he could do but try,
Try and try till he himself dies.
He had the world at his feet,
Many of you would take it
But he, he lived the life of a lover,
He could only express and could never fake it.
He cursed himself
He hit himself
All of the world seemed of no value to him,
He tried to kill himself
But his hands trembled like an adolescent’s first swim.
All he needed was to see a face
But this wasn’t a clue,
This wasn’t a game
All that was beloved,
There was no trace.
He sat in his final night,
He saw death dancing by all horizons,
His eyes lit up at the sight of death,
It was the first feeling he had for eons.
Death gently sat beside him
Intending to have a conversation
“Finally you’re here”, he said with a grin,
As his body felt cold…
When death made its embrace,
He remembered all the good he did,
Looking into death’s eyes,
Not for a moment his conscience slipped.
His smile cast a storm,
In that moment, he asked death…
This is all of what his last words could give…
“How does it feel to take away
The last human to have lived?”
No place to sleep, no bread to eat
Dragging her feet through the cars of the train,
In an awkward run, begs for change to maintain
THE HEARTLESS AND THE HOMELESS
By: Carlyn Soulei Thomas
Homeless woman on the street
No place to sleep, no bread to eat
Dragging her feet through the cars of the train,
In an awkward run, begs for change to maintain
Poverty knows no color, no creed
Still the rich wants more, beyond what they need
While the poor, still poorer
Prays for the day they’ll get over
Such a disgrace, such a shame
And I’m partly to blame
See, I’ve been those staring eyes
Those friendly smiles in disguise,
While disgusted, I’m feeling inside
As they pass, my legs pull aside
Hold my breath,
While fighting the urge to get upset
Deep inside, I’ve been unkind
Though to lend a hand, I never mind
Human nature? Or just plain immature?
Still the matter at hand,
Crucial, but buried beneath the sand
Take a minute to listen and you’ll understand
The world is like Jack and Jill
And almost everything is treated with a pill
Society has a lot of missing screws
Recession has everyone singing the blues
The freedom to choose has been abused
And now we live in a world confused
Still day after day I aim to change,
Though obstacles hit at every range
Kindness is contagious
But hand in hand goes no further than being written on pages
Current events are more and more outrageous
Are you brave enough to face it?
“A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions and the roots spring up and make new trees.”
-Amelia Earhart
“There is no probable cause to insinuate that my vehicle may contain any evidence of a crime. Believe me officer, you’re wasting your time”
They’re thrown off by your response of knowing your rights, and intimidated by your courage to stand up and fight.
“I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU IN COURT!”
Said the late Sandra Bland. After being slammed to ground by a white man. Who pulled her over for failing to indicate, then yanked her out of her car, and tried to insinuate, that she would kick and scream and was downright rebellious, but in all actuality that woman was helpless. They took her to jail, and left her to die. Then couldn’t even tell us how she died or why
until an autopsy report ruled it was suicide, But if you ask me, they killed her because of her pride. They took away her rights and left her with no choice. She’s not here to defend herself So we’ll just have to be her voice.
They’ll abuse our people, we’ll get it on camera, but still…That wouldn’t be enough. They’ll excuse their behavior get a pat on the back for dealing with our people so rough.
43 year old asthmatic father of six, accused of allegedly selling untaxed cigarettes, by the same officer who made him feel harassed, Which was the same officer who choked him while he gasped “I can’t breathe” over and over, But still smothers him relentlessly until he lost complete composure. We stand here today, sending condolences and saying “Rest In Peace” To Eric Garner who lost his life in the custody of the police. Just like Freddie Gray, who died from unnecessary force because police officers decided to throw him in the back of the van aggressively
with no remorse, but before all of that, they bent his legs back while pressing their knee into his neck all because he’s black. They tried to say it was because of his possession of an illegal knife meanwhile they arrested him before the knife was even in sight he cried out in pain, while being dragged across the floor, then furthermore sustained injuries from not being secured. He went into a coma and fractured his spine and instead of rushing to his needs they just took their time. It’s not fair, but they don’t care. They never loved our people we’ve always been aware.
Living in color has many ups, but more downs because even with your hands up, you get shot like Mike Brown. Who surrendered the fight that was becoming intense against an officer that shot him and claimed self defense. He fired six times and twice to the head which was the last two shots that left Brown dead. If it were us behind the gun, they wouldn’t cut any slack. They’d look at what was done and the fact that we’re black. Then that would be enough for them to throw us away, there would be justice for that victim the very next day. They wouldn’t hesitate for a minute to take away our rights and they’ll even find reasons to justify taking our lives.
12 year old boy playing with a pellet gun, another regular day in the park just having some toy fun. Until a call was made that he could potentially be holding a pistol, though the message was relayed, they forgot to mention “POTENTIAL”. So when the two police officers arrived to the scene, they let off two shots immediately. They didn’t even check to see if the gun was real, although Tamir lifted his shirt to try and reveal that the gun was just a toy and he didn’t mean any harm. So there wasn’t any reason for anyone to be alarmed, but they didn’t give him a chance to prove the gun was fake. They later discovered that part when it was too late. The officer lied a numerous amount of times About the procedures he failed to take which ended Tamir’s life. But no one was punished for the situation that occurred and no justice for the family for the pain they’ve endured.
Police brutality has been an issue within black communities for years. The law is meant to protect our people not have us living in fear. We aren’t privileged because of the color of our skin in this society, they make it hard for our people to win. The melanin of our skin isn’t what defines us though, the melanin of our skin is what made us tough. We can do anything if we just believe all of our goals can and will be achieved. They tell us we can’t do it and we should give up, but we’ve been thru it to know that enough is enough. They think we are animals, uneducated and ignorant. They look at our faces then automatically pass judgment. We will no longer allow anyone to hold us back, We are proud of how far we’ve come and proud to be Black. If we just stick together and keep love in our hearts, there’s nothing this world can do to tear us apart.
Your eyes stare forward
into another world,
light years away from here
when in reality–
we are separated by mere feet
instead of miles.
Genre: Philosophical
The Man in The Elevator
by Zach Smith
We ride the elevator,
two complete strangers
trapped together in a small box,
separated by nothing but
uncomfortable silence.
Every day,
we get on at
the exact same time,
the exact same floor.
You get off at the 7th level,
and I at the 12th.
You have coffee and a briefcase,
and I the same thing.
Our briefcases are the same color
and the same style.
I’ve thought about mentioning it,
but it’s been five years now
and I still haven’t.
Your eyes stare forward
into another world,
light years away from here
when in reality–
we are separated by mere feet
instead of miles.
It feels like you are standing at the North Pole
while I have my feet firmly planted at the South.
Polar opposites,
yet similar in so many regards.
We ride the elevator together.
Two complete strangers
trapped together in a small box,
separated by nothing but
uncomfortable silence.
-ZCS
Shivers race up my spine
Mouth dry, Fear runs high
What Darkness here, what presence doth cause me so much Fear
I cannot say, I won’t!
This is not meant to be known
Genre: Anxiety & Depression
The Fear I Hate
by Alayah Esotera
Unusually quiet, no familiar sounds, not a soul around
Just dead silence, it hangs over me like a white sheet upon the deceased
The fog hangs low, the air is dense, nothing now is making sense
I wondered, what is this dead of night, Darkest hour, lowest light
What is this dead of night, this dead of night causing my Soul to blight
No hope, no will, just frozen silence
Shivers race up my spine
Mouth dry, Fear runs high
What Darkness here, what presence doth cause me so much Fear
I cannot say, I won’t!
This is not meant to be known
I feel it rising once again, I feel the presence in my head
Stop I say, Stop I yell! Is this to be my eternal Hell
My Hell on Earth, my lonesome self, my failed Worth
What now shall become of me
If I run, am I really free? Free from this madness, free from me
No. I won’t go. I shall stay deep inside my troubled brain
For if not for my mind, where would I be
It’s what keeps me safe from me
The fear I loathe, the fear I hate, the fear that makes me feel this way
Consumed by feelings dark & cold, lonely, slowly getting old
Fear of people, fear of fate, fear of all the things I hate
Depressed, ashamed, so much pain, So much lost with nothing gained
Will this ever go away…
No, it is here to stay.
Who were you on the worst day of your life?
Who is the person I need to be to make you my wife?
What is your darkest fear?
What are the words your soul longs to hear?
When was the last time you cried tears of joy?
When will you make me your man or will I forever be your boy toy?
Where is the erogenous zone of your mind?
Where do you hide the pass code to your heart, my heart needs to find?
How can two strangers meet, then grow to love to the point their souls intertwine?
How can I arise like a Phoenix, so I might love you for another lifetime?
Why does God honor us to share this time and space?
Why is it when you hold me I am transported to a womb like place?
Before you take a sleep at night,
Before you hungrily take a bite,
Think of the poor farmers here,
They work tirelessly day and night,
To provide you the food you eat,
To provide you the means to survive
Genre: Painful
A Thought For The Farmers
by Rajat Agrawal
Before you take a sleep at night,
Before you hungrily take a bite,
Think of the poor farmers here,
They work tirelessly day and night,
To provide you the food you eat,
To provide you the means to survive.
Before you throw the food in a bin,
Before you complain which went in,
Think of all the people there,
They risk their lives in the fields,
Their own children do stay hungry,
To feed us as per to our needs.
Before you begin to take a nosh,
Before you decide to take a toast.
The farmers there silently cry, for
The farmers there live without hope.
No one to hear their gloomy voice,
For they at all do not have a choice.
So here is a request to you all,
When you start your sapid meal,
Take a moment before you eat,
Thank the farmers for their zeal,
To provide you a way to live,
By sacrificing their very own life.
Never in my life to imagine the impossible
Surprisingly, we meet again five years after
Shocked, blissful and comfortable
No words to say just Hello, Foreve
Genre: Love
FIVE YEARS
by Vanessa F. Doce
Five years after we met each other
Didn’t plan to have a picture
together
The photo we have is simply a sign
That in the future we will last forever.
I was a fan girl that sudden moment
Dying to see the guy whom I’d love
Cute guys seem walking anywhere
But unfortunately, he wasn’t there.
Your charm attracts me on that celebration
A blurred picture of us is the creation
I came on that day for others
But, God gave me a different person.
Never in my life to imagine the impossible
Surprisingly, we meet again five years after
Shocked, blissful and comfortable
No words to say just Hello, Forever.
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