"Different Strokes"

A short, seductive, dress of black,

Down only to the thighs.

The curvature of hips and waist

Excite a crowd of guys.

Brown hair done up in a bow

And piercing eyes of blue,

There's boxers sticking out the end-

The wearer is a dude.

He licks his luscious pinkish lips

And strokes his thick mustache

Flirtatious feet in black high heels

With slender legs attached.

Waist too slim to be a man's.

And hair combed with panache.

He stands on legs like iron bars

With a figure like a battleaxe.

To prejudge him would be unfair.

Perhaps he lost a bet.

His friends may be the sort who lack

A normal man's regrets.

For all that hair, he's not so bad.

I'd think he was a chick.

Save for the tent pole in his dress.

You can't disguise a -------

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alienation and broken minds

see all the ones who try to find that

peace you archive when you go to sleep

its hard to sleep in a fucked up dream about counting sheep

over and over

til they start to beat one another

with the thoughts i bleed

turned into weapons

rocks and teeth

my ammunition

they all star a war

and they can't decide who is the enemy

the one to kill

now one is up on a hill

gaining a thrill

falling down

into his guilt

daniel foster

Belief Mislead

Compassion rising

destroying the hatred within

feeling no reward

Once I enjoyed all the sin

Yet I was trapped in a void

looking for god and falling into

the disguise of manipulated dreams

 

Met the ones who cried in unison

who are we and why

Dying many times, everyday

and yet I played a part

destroying purity

by consuming the rage and guilt

never letting it out

Will we walk from the within

to find life without

screaming mad and enticing insanity

God must weep for he never knew

the sadness that would prevail

and the many we would hail

until the day we found ourselves 

Kelsi Bartz
     

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 You have no idea

 How can you say you love someone

 And hurt them the way you do

 You say you don't mean it

 But the only one to blame is you

 You always do whatever you want

 I guess you feel you don't have to listen

 But when they leave you, they'll be gone

 And from your life they'll be missing

 

 So you better fix whatever your problem is

 If not it don't look like they'll be coming back

 Because all the times you've done wrong

 You've always been cut some kind of slack

 

 So if you want them in your life

 Then you better try to do what's right

 Because maybe, just maybe

 They'll still be with you after tonight.

 BELIEVERS
Prince odimegwu Onwumere

In the Islam

In the christaindom

In the hindus today

Believers are hobbies.

There are believers and doers

But your believe, hobby,

Does it affect humanity positively?

You might disagree with creation

And imbibe (ZEN) self-believes,

Let your words others trusts!

Whether in hell or heaven you believe,

Account is to be given

On how you transacted

When here on earth, CYCOPHANTS!

i'm alone

and it's al right

it feels just fine

being all alone

i can hear myself breathe

my heart beat

to the music

that only i can hear

this is my sanctuary

away from reality-

so harsh, too loud

it overwhelms

this is my solitude

where it's easier to breathe

easier to live

easier to just be.

i'm alone

and it's all right

in isolation,

everything's fine

i may be alone

but here;

with only myself

i am complete

-iZ.z

Innuendo

I thrust in, fast and rough.

She made no sound during the insertion.

I felt the rich, thick fluid ooze out.

I felt so good, so happy.

Worry left me and I new it could only get better now.

This feeling in my chest, so unlike anything else,

It must be love.

And yet not what I had expected love to be.

I thrust in again, changing the angle slightly. Still she made no sound.

I felt faint, dizzy.

It was as though my heart stopped beating.

I had never known how much love hurt.

Behind me I heard a scream,

Someone has found me, found us.

I pulled out, and gazed at her.

The fluids from the opening dripped slowly down, staining the carpet.

I licked them off her, such a taste,

Cast her roughly to the ground, my chest still burning with desire.

She stuck in blade first.

I fell over.

I'M SCARED INSIDE

By: Edward F. Neller

I'm scared inside

My mind wanders from thought to thought

Sometimes I feel crazy

Like I wanna scream

At the top of my lungs

But I'm scared inside

What would they think

The people around me

They would think I was crazy

Or am I crazy for thinking that?

I'm not crazy

I'm just scared inside

I feel so alone in my dark lonely hole

No one to talk to

No one to hold

Nothing to look forward to

Because I'm scared inside

How do I find the way into the light

Where I can escape from my fright

And free my mind so I can rest

And finally sleep through the night.

I am cold

I am lonely

The air I breathe

Has become a fallen path.

I don't care about this air.

Its as if it's a barrier,

Baring me from all;

No one matters anymore.

Yet I do not know what I want:

My home,

My love, peace, family?

I ache to see to them?

I listen to no one.

I am hating them,

Just for awhile.

Their help seems tragic.

Consciously I know

What will happen:

I'll still be cold

I'll still be lonely.

Hebron Priscila Williams

the trueness of pain
guest

no need to disguise for pain is felt from within

as i recall the times you've said to me

don't fret my friend

happiness is livin here

as we listen to the beating of the drum

that plays a soft load melody

don't forget the times that we share to that soft sweet wind

and know that the abundance of life is

but of a tiny seed planted into the soil

as i sit

i think back

to a time when i was just a little kid

roaming around

not knowing what or who lies ahead

now that my vision is resolved and

i see what i never would of dreamed of

if only i had a dream

i'd dream forever

and the uncertainties in my mind would be made clear

i am free

free of pain

free to remain

to be myself

because only the one who sees into themselves

as a unique gesture

may stand tall through the aches

and through the pains that this world throws at you

"Close"
Charlemagne

close your eyes

the black drop to your dreams

both day and night

for, as any critic will say,

theater, is always better than reality TV

"Chanda"
Aamer.

saw a dream last night, wasn't pleasant so it seems,

wasn't holding you tight, like i used to every night,

your bed was unslept in, the pillows were wept in,

you left the door wide open, and shut locked my heart,

i looked here, looked there, looked every where around,

i saw no sight heard no sound, you were no where to be found.

as i bled my self to sleep, i saw another dream,

you were talking to me, you were angry so it seems,

you said i had done a crime, which couldn't be solved by time,

so i am leaving you today...and i am going far far away.

now that i am lone, without flesh or a bone,

i wish you could stay, to set me on my way,

i could put my head to sleep, beside you is where'll be,

never when i'll wake cuz i want to...

see another dream!

Hurt them first, before they display their hate to you

All you want is love and so you add that spell to your stew

Jezebel

why won't you tell

Us how it feels to be so very beautiful and how satisfying life is when you get your way

Spreading the cure for their thirsts and making them hunger for every sweet word that you say

You've gotten what you wanted but somehow sacrificed so much respect

Who would have conceived that your desires would have this type of effect

As you walk the high wire in the sky based on whether someone loves you too much or not enough

Intelligence reminds you that you have to be tough

But still the selfishness of your own individuality bids you to make a pilgrimage of sacrifice

Some act that will prove that deep down inside you are quite nice

The struggle is about pleasing another while at the same time pleasing yourself

Fear or respect at your discretion

Is it Obsession or protection

How does one interpret loves symbolic tug of war nature correctly

Or is it only meant to be a mystery dissected and discussed respectfully

As is hides behind a wall

Eluding us all

melissa charity wilson

Psy

To see what I see

You must be

Clear to the mind

So that you may find

A time for peace

A time to cease

A time for war

A time to soar

With thee you'll see

A time for me

A time for you

Is what you do

What really counts

For in the end it really mounts

~In Dreams She Comes~

Faceless, colorless, and visually transparent.

She visits my dreams nearly every night.

Haunting my soul with a cloud of perfection.

This woman who is the one for me.

Never introduced to her, knowing her forever and a little bit longer than that, I search.

Every stranger I meet only bricks of lead fly between us.

The sparks never igniting for me is how it always seems.

Awakening in a panic because I know she is gone.

The dream never visiting again.

So I lie here in the darkness, still with no identity for my soul mate I met in dreams.

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Lucky Me

Crumbling, Falling Apart

Hoping for a brand new start

Fearing that, which that i shouldn't

Not knowing what to say, Even if i did, I wouldn't

Never having the right amount of tolerance

Always feeling the need to distance

Wishing to find that special place

Wanting to find that healing grace

Yearning for that special someone

Only knowing that i have no one

Sometimes i feel so overtaken

Thinking of that dream, where i do not awaken

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SHINING BRIGHTLY

By, Pamela Rachel Santini

Tell me,

Why does his presence brighten so there?

A dimly lit tenant with naught fore to spare.

He draws from the fountain of youth, said she,

'tis the well of abundance, evident to see.

His mother is nature, from fetters he's free.

Gathering raw essence is his devise,

To heat, boil, simmer 'till mists surely rise,

Up from his murkiest depths despised.

Night after day and day after night,

He seeks out his mission with candid delight,

Taming the mountain, reaching great height.

He purges and filters, cultivating to grow,

tempering, refining the essence, just so,

A heart clean and pure can not but aglow.

 

Thoughts
!Tabatha A.Smith

      When the sun is shining so bright, Why does it feel so dark.

    Is there a reason for this emptiness, that longs inside my heart?

   People think that I have it so perfect. That I am what every mother

 wants her daughter to be. But I must not see what they see, because I am not even sure of me. I don’t know who I am, but I am sure of who I want to

                                be.

  When I lay on my bed, and my pillow is soaking wet, from all the tears

      I’ve cried, I wonder why it is so hard when all I do is try.

 I try to be the best, at everything I do. I try to impress everyone, all

                         the people like you.

 I want them to adore me, to praise me for who I am, to see me do good in

                   this world, knowing where I stand.

       I want people to trust that I can make the right choices,

    Yet still guide me when I do wrong. For life is one big lesson,

                   Just like all those country songs.

     Why can’t everyone understand me? Or at least let myself do so.

                    For I want this world to know,

                       I am just a little girl,

                      I still have time to grow!