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I find myself alone with bloodshot eyes and tearstained cheeks
finally releasing the emotions I’ve kept suppressed for week
I lay here in this dark and humid room
wishing for one thing: to be next to you
Genre: deep, soul, dark, night, overthinking
Bloodshot Eyes and Tearstained Cheeks
by Amber Lee
I find myself alone with bloodshot eyes and tearstained cheeks
finally releasing the emotions I’ve kept suppressed for week
I lay here in this dark and humid room
wishing for one thing: to be next to you
I promised I wouldn’t succumb to these dangerous thoughts
but since you’re not around, they’re all that I’ve got
the voices of nostalgia are trying to convince me that things were better in the past
I’m starting to believe them, I want to go back
I know better than to think this, it drives people mad
for nostalgia just tries to make people long for the things they had
I need to domesticate my mind, before it imprisons me
so I find myself alone with bloodshot eyes and tearstained cheeks
afl 7/9/15
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What can this madness be
That dost cause my mind to see
You, as if you were near
When only in spirit, your soul is here
What voodoo dirge I’m under
Genre: Rhyme, Life, Society
THE PRICE OF LOVE $$$
by James Gary
What can this madness be
That dost cause my mind to see
You, as if you were near
When only in spirit, your soul is here
What voodoo dirge I’m under
That wouldst my heart to wonder
With such a steady pain
Liken to a Far eastern monsoon rain
Be thou still aching heart
What troubles thee, seizures mind
Less from my body I should fling apart
Oh that I could leave thee two behind,
And as my journey should anew
‘Out heart or mind to see me through
And o’er this circumference I should go
They’d say from Hades, a being sent
With shuffle-step he dost wander
His eyes a fixed and catatonic glow
And faculties successfully rent
Only he’d known his feelings wouldst grow fonder/
And wish if I were able To have never set foot upon this place
Saw thy beauty at the table Grecian love etched thy face
And to never have taken that first glance That played the stage for fool’s romance
And greater cause of, histories melancholy
More renown than General Custer’s folly
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all bones that once were strong become soft and weak and brittle,
everything that’s built, the foundations you have set,
Genre: Love, Nature, Rhyme
Love
by Aaron Carey
If a flower grows,
it’s petals soon will whittle,
all bones that once were strong become soft and weak and brittle,
everything that’s built, the foundations you have set,
all castle’s crumble to the dust all memorys forget,
you cannot rebuild a castle out of dust and air and sky,
but man and man in love,
he certainly will try…
Take back all that was weak and cast it to the wind,
as old things crash and crumble new things soon will begin….
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I am the
Invisible man.
Not science fiction,
Nor of H.G.
Wells’s imagination,
But fact.
Transparent blacknuss
In white abstraction
Of reality.
Genre: Political
Invisible Man
by Dawi Opara
I am the
Invisible man.
Not science fiction,
Nor of H.G.
Wells’s imagination,
But fact.
Transparent blacknuss
In white abstraction
Of reality.
A vibrant, live,
Meaningful energy
With hopeless
Aspirations.
I am the
Invisible man.
Surviving centuries
Of indifference
And human denial.
Descending
Stairways into live,
Exploding nightmares.
Living the visible
Repercussions of
White kind’s
Scheme dream
For supremacy
As I attack,
Attempting to rearrange
A deranged mentality.
I am the
Invisible man.
Trapped in a
Deadly drain game
Of mental gymnastics.
An expendable,
Usable, reusable
Statistical test tube
Soul of the
Twentieth century search
To attain godliness,
All for the
Visible benefit,
Improvement, and
Propagation of
White kind.
I am the
Invisible man.
Scholar, athlete supreme
With visible expectations
Of reaching for more
Than invisible dreams,
For whatever
Towering heights
I soar to attain.
But to white kind,
They are simply
Invisible gains of
My invisible pain.
Yes, I am the
Invisible man.
From the womb
To the tomb,
Saturated with doom
And gloom.
Clever ideologies for
The destruction of this
Black invisibility
Are designed
For the destruction of
Black self-esteem,
To keep us out of the
Visible scheme of things,
To take us to
Annihilation or assimilation,
Siphoning this
Invisible black power to
The white nation.
I am,
I am the
Invisible man.
This jet-black,
Blue-black invisibility
That now threatens
White folk
Visible reality.
I am
The invisible man.
And I am
Mad as hell,
‘Cause you see,
I am the root,
I am the root
From which human
Life has sprung,
Yet I remain
Firmly entrenched on
The bottom rung.
My invisibility confirms
My right to be,
You see.
Even his history hails,
Proclaims this black-shinned,
Nappy-headed,
Big nose,
Big-lipped man
From the womb
Of Mother Africa
As the father,
The father of mankind
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iggy silver leather
sexy slither and destroy
withers into
wriggles and writhes
across the tv eye
in real fun time
for his war zone
world serenade
Genre: Music, People, Rhyme
saint irreverence (about Iggy Pop)
by Tara Keogh
iggy silver leather
sexy slither and destroy
withers into
wriggles and writhes
across the tv eye
in real fun time
for his war zone
world serenade
pop goes the system
implode
explode
reload
all around
it came full circle
to enshrine you
holy and high
fin’ly recognized
as king of the game
punk rock
generator
agitator
tortured man
barking mad
as a hatter
the mercury’s rising
this brother’s on fire
the fuses are fizzling
desire is sizzling
glass is shattering
shards are scattering
as shadows frieze into
scorched scenes
of sublime obscenery
when he vanquishes
with vanguard vulgarity
as saint irreverence
and now he’s legendary
an incendiary tendency
to trash the tolerance
of the bourgeoisie
yank the leg
of the leviathan
undercut uncle sam
incarnate
as he creates
chaotic
melodic
cacophony
catapulting carnage
at the
humanity insanity
and
fucking the man
on his
rude
boy
crusade
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The mother bird tended to her young with great pride.
She knew they would not always be by her side.
She tried to teach them with love in her heart,
The day soon came for them to part.
And then the mother bird looked at her empty nest.
Genre: Inspirational, Motivational, Nature
Stronger
by Dawn M. Simpson
The mother bird tended to her young with great pride.
She knew they would not always be by her side.
She tried to teach them with love in her heart,
The day soon came for them to part.
And then the mother bird looked at her empty nest.
She did her best
To fight back the tears,
As she thought about all the past years.
With uncertainty she asked “Who am I?”.
She stared across the vast blue sky.
And with the strong wings that she had earned,
With the fire in her soul that still burned,
She flapped her wings and began to fly.
To chase her own dreams until the day she died.
She felt the wind that lifted her wings,
The feeling that only true peace can bring.
She had flown full circle in her life,
Sometimes being full of strife.
But she knew who she was again.
And as she looked down on the earth beneath her,
She soared higher than an eagle.
Stronger than ever.
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