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Read Poetry: Heroin, by Aylana St Luce

 
The blurred vision through cigarette smoke
And the slurred reaction of alcohol.
The art told on bodies,
Where lines and stories intertwine.
Where reality and fantasy keep together to close proximities.
The bodily fluid that are shared
The connection of strangers who don’t know the names of their guest.
Where I lose myself
Where “you” is just a meaningless word
and we soon become one, merged by the push of a wand.
My body somehow found itself lost
And I can feel the precision of your presence on my mind.
I no longer see the world I once was a part of.
You’re toxic tongue has influenced me towards the dark end of a never ending trail.
Somehow I’ve found serenity by the deck of cards that love has gambled in my system.
I am in love.
I am at peace.
 

 

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Read Poetry: Charmcaster’s Spellbook, by Man of Action

 Gwen kept Charmcaster’s spellbook​
As a souvenir​
After she and Ben 10 returned​
Back into their bodies

Charms of Bezel by Man of Action
Hex’s Charms of Bezel​
That he used ​
To bring about the end ​
Of the world

Legendary Voice Actor
The man of many voices​
A real legend​
Who has been in the voice acting​
Community ​
Since forever

Mal’s Spellbook by Josann McGibbon and Sarah Parriott
Maleficent gave Mal​
Her spellbook​
On her way to Auradon Prep​
She had some mischief​
While trying to steal ​
Fairy Godmother’s wand

Lock and Key by Man of Action
A powerful spellbook​
Indeed ​
Kept under ​
Lock and key

His Other Spellbooks
He bought some spellbooks​
To learn how to control his magical powers​
After an advanced magician’s charms​
Awakened his magic of light

His First Spellbook
He later kept the advanced magician’s niece’s ​
Old spellbook as a souvenir along with her old bag​
Of stone golems and additional magic​
Within the dimension of time and space

 

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Read Poetry: PUT ME TO SLEEP BEFORE IT COMES, by Sarah Francisco

Genre: Love, Fear, Sadness, Death, Loneliness

Put me to sleep before it comes
I pray that everything in me completely numbs
I cannot face it, seeing it coming back
Put me to sleep and don’t wake me up

Sleep is death’s kindred, a kindness
That approaches by night and lets
A weary soul get rest — solace
A way out of pain and sadness

Put me to sleep before it comes
An assault of memories — keeps on
Distracting me from my escape
It insists — keeping me awake

There is no running away in
The night when everyone is kept
Tight by a blanket of arms — so
Put me to sleep before it comes

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Read Poetry: Desert’s Watermelon, by Kate Rauner

 Wild in the deserts​
Of Egypt and Sudan,​
Grows hard and bitter fruit​
Called gurma in the land.
Harvested and hoarded​
Somewhere in the shade,​
It holds a fount of water​
In green flesh that it made.
Water for dry seasons,​
Water kept in storage,​
Water for a Pharaoh’s Ba​
On his celestial voyage.
The fibrous fruit was pounded,​
So water bound would flow.​
A gift to desert dwellers​
Five millennia ago.
From one gene only dominant​
That bitter taste was made,​
So if recessive flowers met​
The bitterness would fade.
Melons bearing yellow flesh,​
By the Common Era’s time,​
Rabbis classed with grapes and figs​
As sweet within the rind.
The gene for sugar links with red,​
Though DNA was not yet spelled,​
Medieval farmers bred​
A fruit fit for angels.
Ruby slabs of watermelon​
Decorate my table,​
While in the wild deserts​
Its ancestral stock is stable.
Civilization could collapse,​
There could be Armageddon.​
But in five thousand years,​
Survivors could​
-Again -​
Have watermelon
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Read Poetry: The Tale of Jimmy Neverbee, by Michael Medlen

 Of the all the kids there had to be,
All but one, not two nor three,
A young tike gone by Jimmy Neverbee.
“For no one can give birth to me,
I create my own destiny,” said he.

And young Jimmy of age three,
Upon after receiving a whipping,
Hissed at his mother ever so sweetly,
“Dear mom, dare not strike upon thee
I am his own, Jimmy Neverbee,
For no one can discipline me,
I create my own destiny.”

And by the time of his teens,
Jimmy went uncontrollably,
Through school without creed,
To get grades, no better than a D.
“For no one can learn me,
I create my own destiny,” said he.

Now one day he, ol’ poor Jimmy,
Ran into the likes of a mean bully,
Named Bobby McGee.
Who happened to be,
In Jimmy’s tree.
Not two nor three,
But one finger so mean,
To Bobby he let free,

Mean Bobby gave Jimmy,
A swift kick to the groin,
And left the fledging,
On the ground laying,
To beg and plead.
“For no one can hurt me,
I create my own destiny,” cried he.

But Jimmy, did ever he,
Never ever come to see,
What creating his own destiny,
Was to mean?
“I am the one and only,
Jimmy Neverbee,
Live by his own philosophy,
For no one can own me,
I create my own destiny,” said he.

And soon he met meaner bullies,
With more than a swift knee,
But rather a knife used for stabbing.
And poor ol’ Jimmy,
Was to be left to bleed,
And upon his body, laying dying,
Did he ever mutter so gently,
“I live easy,
A follower of my own philosophy,
Creator of my own destiny,
I shall always be free,
Of this cruel world’s tyranny.
For I am me, and only shall I be,
The one and only,
Jimmy Neverbee,” said he.

 

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Read Poetry: After the End, by Samantha K Collinson

 

 The chains around my body
break.
My eyes open, as I stir from
death.
Sparks ignite from my forming
flesh.
My bones begin to build my
skeletal frame.
I am becoming real once more.
I feel my lungs open up,
and my ribcage rise and fall;
as air fills my female form.
I feel my eyes twitch and my
nerves connect to my brain –
I can see.
I can feel Life’s flames all
around.
The sky is blazing with the
World’s inferno.
It is finally time.
My bones rub together, as I
pull myself up.
I see ruin all around.
I see nothing and everything –
purged from Mother Nature.
Everything is upside down,
as I climb up the stairway;
towards the light.
Pure sunlight, beckoning me
forward.
I feel electrifying…
Death-defying…
Alive.

I am.

 

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Read Poetry: Apex, by David Samuel Neuer

Oh sweet

Sullen Charybdis

Micturating whirpools of insanity

An intoxicating shark’s liver

To an inkling artist

Brush strokes upon the page

Bleeding blotches,

An Ovidian cocoon

Silken strokes of aesthetic shrubbery

Feeding off the fate

Of forlorn fawns

In a dreamy dervish

Only to wake in the hills

Covered in cherry blossoms

An umbilical silver chair

Above the meadows,

Do not enter

The Elvin keep

Lest you attend

The arabesque brier

An ageless beauty’s

Coital loins

Echoing ecstasy

An Ozymandian sarcophagus

A golden chrysalis

Between the folds

A meridian of Nietzschean madness

Echoing eternal recurrence

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Read Poetry: Feel with your heart, by Chasity McClellan

 
Feel with your hands and also with your hearts
See with your eyes, what’s revealed in the dark
Listen contently with your ears, which translate words
Feel within your souls and feelings will be heard
Feel with your hearts and other hearts you may touch
Feel with your conscience, for it means well and love you’ll receive much
Visualize with your growing imagination and the little things lack suspense
Listen to your heart and you’ll understand when things don’t make sense
Speak with your lips, take heed to your vocals unspoken
For thinking before speaking can leave bridges unbroken.
 

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Read Poetry: MASTER OF DISGUISE, by Pino Hova

 He never dresses to match his appearance
Always aggressive on the outside and calm within
Statue has it that dignity must be protected
And he falsely represented it with carnal thought
Oh! He’s so tough the people around whispered.
Little by little his actions became his character
But he is so scared of shadows that cause no harm
Little did he know that his action are govern by emotions
He set himself loose and totally forget who he was
His plan was to stop after being scared off.
His story changed after his untimely death
A write up reveals is plans and purpose
Sending a wrong massage into the neighborhood
What an ugly burial he caused for himself
Written on his grave “MASTER OF DISGUISE.

 

 

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Read Poetry: AT NIGHT I PRAY!!!!!!!, by FABIAN CHRISTOPHER

 No night
I sleep
with no fight.
First, with my eyelid
When mind demanding a closure.
Ma eyes still sighting
the curtains of the windows to my soul are on torture.
Tears fall slowly like blue jams.
Ears on my phones its slow jams.
Fears of getting lost here do comes.
Getting me lonelier than Akon.
My fouls bring darkness, the true light is gone.
Life becomes rightless, then left switches on.
Sin carry empty boxes, lure and illusion.
My white garment has gone dirty.
Selfishness is leading this party.
Trynna impress the world with its braggart.
I’m a lost soul in GREAT SPIRIT’s sight.
Heading back home if I only get lucky.
I won’t place it all, for sure I’m done blest.
LORD lead my soul, to Thy right path.
My prayer is no more, cuzThy know the right forth.
Let your angels rain me, blessings from up above.
Put some guidance on me, Thee protect me also preserve.
Alotta things trynna betwixt, my life and purpose I serve.
They all gettin it twist, help me out this Math I solve.
Down here hold my wrist.
Thy wisdom make me bright.
Thy words provide delight.
I dwell in Thy understanding
cuz Thy know when I’m wrong and once I’m right.
IN YOUR HOLY NAME
I PRAY
AMEN……..

 

 

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