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The world is a stage, Poetry by Kila Price

Genre: Life

The world is a stage by Kila Price

The world is a stage
And we, the performers.
Acting out our lives for unknown powers. Presenting ourselves to beings of wonder.
As the lights shine on us, we find ourselves in states of splendor.
But the stage is small.
And the performers grow. But one would think to continue the show
for the dark and unknown.
A show that could win an award if working together, divides and elongates for the desire for stardom.
We break our bonds of friendship, no longer united, shed blood, sparing one another still undecided. And we sprawl. We sprawl. To be applauded. Little do we know its what the unknown always wanted.

 

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3 SONS, Poetry by Natalia Mwananshiku

Genre: Race and Love

3 SONS by Natalia Mwananshiku

She looked like a nightmare yearning to be a dream 
The sun was her lover 
The moon Her mother 
Her voice sounded like a millions deaths 
Her skin was the colour of soil 
Beneath the stars 
Hid away from the moon
Her back pressed against the dirt
She planted her feet into the ground 
Her breasts pointed towards the sky 
She would place her
Cold fingertips 
Upon a warm clitoras 
And they would dance
Her body rattled 
She would end up face down 
Hips up 
The sun burning her crotch 
Men would walk by and stare 
A woman wearing her body so freely 
Unashamed of her breasts 
Her buttocks
She clothed herself in loose fitting fabric 
Her naval sitting on a flashy stomach 
Would be left out to tease the sun 
And he would burn 
Burn with rage jealousy and love 
He would hide behind clouds 
As though hoping she wouldn't see him 
Her children had eyes that held fire
Melanated Skin that absorbed the sun 
They're skin was like the night sky 
Dark 
Yet it glowed 
She had pushed for eight hours 
Fire burning in her womb
Fluid pouring from her vagina 
Watering the garden 
Each son falling into a bed of roses 
Three 
Sons
Of the sun 
 
 
Grew like Shaka
Tall dark and broad 
Spoke like Williams 
Thought like kings 
In a world full of boys 
Who 
Grew like Shaka 
Thought like Rhodes 
And Spoke Like rapists 

 

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Sex At It’s Finest, Poetry by HonestlyFrank

Genre: Sex, Spirituality, Commitment, Hope, Inspirational, Love, and Temptaion.

Sex At It’s Finest by HonestlyFrank 
 
This could all be so simple we could just go that far to the point of no 
return, because the damage would be done. The horripilation is so surreal. 
We haven’t done it before, but I can imagine what that scene would look 
like. Let’s take a moment to picture our lips gliding softly against each other 
as smooth as silk, your hands caressing my body which is as soft as rose 
petals, my nails digging into your back carving every truth in that timing of 
pleasure, your pelvis conjoining with mine, and from there you sliding in on 
my island, and in that final thrust we’ve just reached the peak of my 
mountain. All of these thoughts came to mind just with the thought of you. I 
want you deeper though, I want to feel you in my soul even when you’re 
not in my presence. This has to be like no other. So instead make all of 
that physical love to my mind, know my ins and outs, every second on this 
earth with me counts. I know I’m more than what meets the eyes, so are 
you. Get deeper in me climax my heart with the choice to wait. Let’s wait til 
all of this makes sense, let’s wait until the physical sounds of our moans 
are just the rainfall in a desert, this has to be blessed so we can’t allow 
ourselves to make a mess.-HonestlyFrank 

 

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#BRAVOBRAINBRAVO, Poetry by Iiafiam Immortal

Genre: Relationship

#BRAVOBRAINBRAVO by Iiafiam Immortal

Flash backs caused by a  back flash through  a camera lens as the butterfly knife performs a Ballarat parawet, yet no actual reversal of time.

There is no 1.21 giggawatt flux capacitor and doc emmit with a Shelby to correct The past ,and that’s fine.

Only my unlikely  future endeavors  have formulated in My brain cell  chemistry lab of hope, That resides in the entire non-motor anterior region of the frontal lobe.

My beloved cerebellum triggers emotions,
that makes me  curse  the brain stem responsible for sending air in and out of noses.

I’ve jumped springs to get to this level of chemical imbalance beams where one slip has lead to a plethora of broken dreams without a team to applaud my losses, and a  artificial brain is no substitute worthy enough to stop the referees forfeit.

You see A thousand cuts wasn’t a form of Lingchi torture It was My unconventional way to release the endorphins that powers my euphoria.

Cuddos to my insanity for finding a way to clear my vision as I travel on the road that will eventually lead to my  suicide.

To the untrained eye a push up of the  skin could make one weaker.

To the trained eye a push up of the skin could bring strength in the presence of a self mutilation seeker. Bravo brain, Bravo!

Because you are the most remarkable feature,
In the anatomy of this creature.

Giving oneself  enough sense to take its  own life when the fire surrounds the steeple, and that is why i I love you.

I love you so much I would like to saw the skull That covers you, pull you out, look at you, kiss you and then smush you.
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R.I.P William, Poetry by Vashaun D Baker

Genre: Death, Relationship

R.I.P William by Vashaun D Baker

Life….well young friend

You couldn’t out run that blimp In a race car

On a highway with clear roads because the bridge brakes at an incline

Launched into the sky through rings of fire like dare devil Evel Knievel without a wind chime, Or a cricket…silence!

Let see him out run death today,

And if he doesn’t he still deserves the up most praise,

Because who can say they went to the level he did to put a smile on someone’s face.

Shhh quite!  listen to the onlookers hearts beat simultaneously ,

Almost like the sound of a drum in the percussion section of a marching band.

The man who screamed “I hope he dies!” Was beating and removed from the stands.

How dare you wish death upon a beautiful man.

Only supporters fill these seats,

And if that man was to die In that car I could mention the names of multiple people who would rather have started that ignition sequence.

Thoughts have traveled a million miles per hour while our hero sits in the sky ,

Then at the clap of a hand of someone who thought he would survive,

he lands with a blown out tire,

Because the car landed with to much pressure on one of its sides,

And as everyone covers their mouths and begin to rise,

the automobile begins to ribbon twirl like an Olympic medalist with gold in front of her eyes,

But the actual gold was inside,

Rushed to the hospital you can almost imagine the chants from outside,
Fight! Fight! fight! fight! Fight! Fight!

Until the Window closes.

Now all he hears is the beautiful whispers from the ones standing on his left and sitting on his right.

Beep, Beep, Beep ,Beep,Beep, beep

Almost to the same rhythm of the one outside,

Yelling Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

He lost his life, but reminded us of ours

Another successful night – Vashaun D Baker
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My Daughter, My Delight, Poetry by Khan Mohd

Genre: Relationship

My Daughter, My Delight by Khan Mohd

Life was dull though no dent was visible on her face

It was slightly scary though no shrill was making me shiver

But everything was in pause, deadlocked and standstill.

 

On one chilly evening, I was ambling outside the labour room

Suddenly, I heard the call of life warped in a warm and soft blanket

When I hold her, I realised that the life rests in a blissful innocence.

 

Her beaming eyes were powerful enough to illuminate my senses

And her warmth was stimulating enough to make me alive once again

Since then I have been living with a pious delight, the life, my daughter.

 

Surprisingly, it was not the borrowed happiness, it was a gifted smile

A daughter is always dear to her dad and always close to his heart                                                            A daughter is enough to make you proud and happy.

 

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YEARNING, Poetry by Kapil Joshi

GENRE: DESPAIR, LOVE, LIFE, LONGING,PAINFUL, RELATIONSHIPS

YEARNING by Kapil Joshi

a long cherished dream

perceived,protected

through

fallacies of perception…

protected,perceived

by

the walls

raised

through

the fallacies

of

a dumb mind….

an enemy

and

a friend

at

the same time

embracing

the light

of

longing

of

an emblazoned heart

now empty

now full

of

love…

just

another

long cherished dream

 

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My Demons, Poetry by NADIA CABALLERO

Genre: DARK

My Demons
There is a fear I face everyday
Alone, darkness swiftly invades
Trapped by these four walls
No escape as my heart falls
Silence unfolds in a mysterious way
As my demons come out to play
I try to run and hide
But you see my demons, they live inside,
Desperately I try to ignore
As my sanity slips through the door,
Not knowing if what I’m seeing is real
I stab myself to see if I feel
The wound I’ve inflicted begins to bleed
My demons rejoice, for this is what they need
Reluctantly, I accept the gift they bring
Around my neck, I’ll hang from a string
Lights grow dim, I begin wheezing
Distantly I hear a faint screaming
Someone has come in to save me
They clean up my wounds,
I swallow the pills they give me
For now my demons have gone away
But I know tonight when they come out to play
They’ll want to kill whoever got in the way.

NADIA CABALLERO

 

 

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SOULFUL WISH, Poetry by Lalwani Ashok

Genre: Love

Soulful wish

She closed her eyes to see the reflection of her soul
The love left some darkness
Hopes left some scares
Expectations left some memories
Her tears shine her soul
Until her tears dry
She feels smile on her soul
Her heart-beats talk to her soul
She dissolved herself
She wrapped herself
Lost in the time
She loves her loneliness
So many questions without answers
So many answers search their questions
She reads herself
Her emotions
Her feelings
Her very thoughts
What she found is lost in time
What she lost is found on her soul
The beauty of tears
The smile of darkness
“Is this a sin to be alive without him?”
She opened her eyes
Saw her soul in front of herself
Her soul whispers
“It is a blessing for you, as he left you.”
She gathered herself and smiles….

Composed by Lalwani Ashok

 

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OH BEAUTY, BEAUTY, Poetry by Caitlin Dwight

Genre: Death, Life

OH BEAUTY, BEAUTY by Caitlin Dwight

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, before me you stand, unchained.
Oh, how I have come to adore your towers.
Oh, won’t you tell me, how many lives you have claimed?
How many veins have watered your flowers?
How many spirits have you nursed?
How many boys have fertilized your soil?
How many limbs have fallen victim to your thirst?
How many sons have you declined to assoil?

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, before me you stand, untamed.
Oh, how I have come to adore your breath.
Oh, won’t you tell me, how many lives you have claimed?
How many vessels have you gifted with your theft?
How many phantoms have you betrayed in their slumber?
How many girls have you gathered in sheaves?
How many lungs have you devoured in your hunger?
How many daughters have you had dancing with the leaves?

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, you make me wonder

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, will you ever sunder
Oh, me and my weaker breath
Oh, for your sweeter death?

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, how I have come to adore your sound and melody.
Written by Caitlin Dwight

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, before me you stand, unrestrained.
Oh, how I have come to adore your waves.
Oh, won’t tell me, how many lives you have claimed?
How many shells have you granted deep graves?
How many souls hide between your stones?
How many men give your plants ground to grow?
How many bones give your creatures homes?
How many fathers are you hiding down below?

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, before me you stand, inflamed.
Oh, how I have come to adore your light.
Oh, won’t tell me, how many lives you have claimed?
How many hulls have you swallowed in their plight?
How many ghosts have you dressed in your attire?
How many women have you broken with your prongs?
How many hearts have you sacrificed to your desire?
How many mothers are singing your songs?

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, you make me fear

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, am I in the clear
Oh, or am I ever required
Oh, to join your deadly choir?

Oh, Beauty, Beauty
Oh, how I have come to adore your sight and harmony

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