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Jan 24

Categories

We are all split into categories
Whether we like it or not
Afraid to enter each other's territories
Afraid we will soon be caught
Defying ourselfs
In different ways
Makes it easy to judge
And believing that we are categorized
Makes us unable to budge
Boys or girls
Black or white
Some of these categories 
Cause a fight
Nice or mean
Cool or outcast
What you see in the present
Isn't telling the past
Smart or dumb
Young or old
Looks aren't telling
The stories untold
So be yourself
Without categories
And let nothing stop you 
From getting your glories
Jan 24

Realize

Realize

Nothing justifies

You decided to dehumanize

Millions of people trying to become allies

But this implies

That this operation shall soon capsize

And now realize

Mr. President you are telling real lies

You are just as bad as the ones who tried to colonize

Columbus and his men never had real alibis

They were murders and rapists are those the people you want the legalize?

Now I’m here to advize

That instead of deciding to dehumanize

How about you equalize?

 
Jan 23
poem 1 comment challenge: General
Layjmo's picture

Different

Why can’t we all accept the fact

That some people are different from the way that they act

It’s scary to be so open and true

And worry that people will not support you

That they’ll tear you down and chomp you to bits

And hate the fact that you are different

Different from the poisonous folks

Who think we should all be the same type of bloke

That school of thought is truly perilous

Those schemes of society rancid and nefarious

There are small threads of ourselves that we allow to draw forth

From the corners of us that are buried and scorned

It’s hard to lift yourself up high

Because it’s so easy to fall down and cry

Staying trapped your own safe little bubble

Keeps you intact and out of trouble

No need to worry about being pounded to the ground
Jan 21

1/16/19

The sun was a halo of light in the south sky.

Smoke stained snowbanks lined the grey road.

Electric colors of traffic lights blazed apart from the monotone world.

The waters of the lake were cold and stony, edges frayed by the wind.

Cubic shapes of buildings shaded the city, red bricks drained of their cheery jublilance.

White snowflakes drifted down adding to the piles of slush along grey street.
Jan 21

Hanging from the Telephone Wire

I wonder how old those shoes are, hanging on the telephone wire.

Their laces baked and hardened by the sun, I wonder when their time there will be done.

Tied and thrown up high by bullies who wanted them to fly.

If your shoes are taken by that pack, you're never getting those back.

I wonder when the laces will break, it's unknown how long that will take.

How old are they?
Jan 21

Hanging from the Telephone Wire

I wonder how old those shoes are, hanging on the telephone wire.

Their laces baked and hardened by the sun, I wonder when their time there will be done.

Tied and thrown up high by bullies who wanted them to fly.

If your shoes are taken by that pack, you're never getting those back.

I wonder when the laces will break, it's unknown how long that will take.

How old are they?
Jan 21
maddylove's picture

the pictures are falling in my room

The pictures are falling in my room again
the yellow tape is no longer
strong enough
every time it falls
I replace all the pieces of tape
with new ones
I press hard against the wall
hoping to ensure
a lifelong relationship
between the tape
and the wall

The pictures are falling in my room again
one fell the other night
when I was sleeping
I awoke to a missing space
on my wall
of something that should
be there
I couldn't fall back asleep
that night

The pictures are falling in my room again
my mom says 
I should use pins
but
 I don't want to leave a hole in the wall
for the next people
who are going to tape
their pictures on the wall

The pictures are falling in my room again
and 
I don't know what to do


 
Jan 20

Our job

We have gripped this Earth
So hard and twisted it into a pale shadow of itself.
We washed away its trees
And put in its place
Places of industry
Places more important then some dumb tree.
But soon
These buildings are left to crumble
And wither away into a dead heap of concrete and metal.
We try to justify what we have done
And say that humans are powerful beings 
And a few bugs do not really matter
But the only power we have is given to us
By other humans
Not by nature or the universe.
Earth is forced to stand by silent
As it folds into itself and deflates like a tired balloon.
Someday someone will look out of their window
And look at the trash blowing in the wind
And wish generations before them had noticed this.
We are those generations.
​We have a job.
Let's do it.


 
Jan 20
Da Quinstah's picture

Down the Aisle

  I only remember snippets of the day my uncle got married. I remember me getting dressed into my little suit, spiking up my hair with gel in a back room. Then my aunt talks to me about how brave I am for doing this. I don’t really know what I am about to do at this point that would make me “very brave”, but I just sat there and waited to be told what to do next.
  I was a little scared and worried since I wasn’t with my parents in the seats they were sitting in. But before I got the chance to ask anyone about the reason why I wasn’t sitting with my parents, a strange lady hands me a pillow. I look at the pillow and wondered why I was holding this, it looked like they wanted me to take a nap? But it seemed that the pillow would be a bit uncomfortable since the it had two rings tied to it.
Jan 19

Hanky

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