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Written by BenCoulter in portal Poetry & Free Verse

This life.

Another week ends,

Another weekend begins.

Another weak soul condemns, men.

Drinks ten, to twenty.

Sniffs plenty.

Heavy heart, undone by sin.

Harsh roots, undone by men.

Not the condemned.

The easier men.

The ones he sees on his TV screen.

Insults behind the phone screen.

'Fuck them? It's about ours!'

He screams, at large.

Roaming his town

Man down, man down!

Another dustbin feels his wrath.

Another drunk girl crosses his path.

It's all just a laugh?

He doesn't mean any harm.

It's not his fault the politicians don't care about him.

It's not his fault his parents didn't care about him.

It's not his fault his girlfriends never cared about him.

It's not his fault all his friends left him.

'Fuck them. It's about ours'.

He cries, whilst he laughs.

Bipolar double vision.

Head on collision.

Social media has his back.

'Can't believe what happened to Jack.'

'Lovely bloke.'

'Wish we spoke, more.'

Church packed.

Plenty of pats on the backs of Jack's new friends.

There after the end.

When he never needed them.

But he's there for them.

An excuse to get high.

A reason to cry.

A reminder that they'll all die.

The next week... then,

Death hides not their pain, again.

Back to hate unleashed.

Re-target those, the ones that don't look the same.

Focus there their rage.

This life, needs an enemy.

This life needs death.

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Written by BenCoulter in portal Poetry & Free Verse
This life.
Another week ends,
Another weekend begins.
Another weak soul condemns, men.
Drinks ten, to twenty.
Sniffs plenty.
Heavy heart, undone by sin.
Harsh roots, undone by men.
Not the condemned.
The easier men.
The ones he sees on his TV screen.
Insults behind the phone screen.
'Fuck them? It's about ours!'
He screams, at large.
Roaming his town
Man down, man down!
Another dustbin feels his wrath.
Another drunk girl crosses his path.
It's all just a laugh?
He doesn't mean any harm.
It's not his fault the politicians don't care about him.
It's not his fault his parents didn't care about him.
It's not his fault his girlfriends never cared about him.
It's not his fault all his friends left him.
'Fuck them. It's about ours'.
He cries, whilst he laughs.
Bipolar double vision.
Head on collision.
Social media has his back.
'Can't believe what happened to Jack.'
'Lovely bloke.'
'Wish we spoke, more.'
Church packed.
Plenty of pats on the backs of Jack's new friends.
There after the end.
When he never needed them.
But he's there for them.
An excuse to get high.
A reason to cry.
A reminder that they'll all die.
The next week... then,
Death hides not their pain, again.
Back to hate unleashed.
Re-target those, the ones that don't look the same.
Focus there their rage.
This life, needs an enemy.
This life needs death.
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A Dream from My Father

 The sun shined brightly in the yellow-colored room and everyone sat at the table with smiles tugging at their mouths. An imperceptible joke was told and I could feel myself laughing like I never had before. Some load that was forever strapped to my back was magically lifted, and I laughed with my mind on better and brighter tomorrows that would surely come after this one. The smell of bacon and grits, a dish created by the pain and love of black families for generations, filled the room with its faintly muggy air. My mom was at the stove, her movement not hampered by the weight of the world, but light and joyful. My dad was at the table, the top of his head peeking out over the newspaper in his hand. He pulled it down for a second and looked at me and I studied his features. His eyes, dark brown and wise, were opened wide and his mouth, filled with clean, ivory teeth, was was on display for me to see. For some reason I was almost shocked at his smile, the slight glint from the sun was somehow foreign to me. He nodded to me and I could feel an emotional wave pass over me. The nod seemed to translate everything: he was proud of me, he was sorry if anything he’d done hurt me, he wanted the best for me, and, most importantly, he loved me. I could feel my cheeks flush as I looked down at the mahogany table in embarrassment, not wanting my father to see the misty sea of joy that now covered my eyes. The scene was perfect, a Lawren Harris oil painting of an idealistic childhood.

A gunshot, a crack from afar carrying a lead casing of death, came flying in through the window settling in my father in front of me. I looked up in horror, the droplets of a once happy, now mortified rain flinging out of my eyes. The big smile was still plastered on his face, in fact, his whole face similar to how it had a second ago. In that second, however, a bullet had lodged itself into his head and blood streaked his large forehead. The light was also gone from his eyes, his stare at me was now cold while the look itself remained unchanged. Another bullet whizzed in hitting him in the neck, the blood rushing out like prisoners in a jailbreak and my father falling over, the lifeless eyes still locked on me.

I awoke to the blue-and-red lights flashing from across the street and sirens blaring a warning to the outside world to stay away. Cold beads of sweat stood petrified on my face as I lay momentarily frozen in bed. I closed my eyes again and for a second saw darkness, a beautiful warm darkness under my eyelids. Then I saw his eyes, that smiling face locked forever to mine, and opened my eyes again. It would be another sleepless night, with the sirens dreadful clamor, in this tragedy without onlookers.

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A Dream from My Father
 The sun shined brightly in the yellow-colored room and everyone sat at the table with smiles tugging at their mouths. An imperceptible joke was told and I could feel myself laughing like I never had before. Some load that was forever strapped to my back was magically lifted, and I laughed with my mind on better and brighter tomorrows that would surely come after this one. The smell of bacon and grits, a dish created by the pain and love of black families for generations, filled the room with its faintly muggy air. My mom was at the stove, her movement not hampered by the weight of the world, but light and joyful. My dad was at the table, the top of his head peeking out over the newspaper in his hand. He pulled it down for a second and looked at me and I studied his features. His eyes, dark brown and wise, were opened wide and his mouth, filled with clean, ivory teeth, was was on display for me to see. For some reason I was almost shocked at his smile, the slight glint from the sun was somehow foreign to me. He nodded to me and I could feel an emotional wave pass over me. The nod seemed to translate everything: he was proud of me, he was sorry if anything he’d done hurt me, he wanted the best for me, and, most importantly, he loved me. I could feel my cheeks flush as I looked down at the mahogany table in embarrassment, not wanting my father to see the misty sea of joy that now covered my eyes. The scene was perfect, a Lawren Harris oil painting of an idealistic childhood.
A gunshot, a crack from afar carrying a lead casing of death, came flying in through the window settling in my father in front of me. I looked up in horror, the droplets of a once happy, now mortified rain flinging out of my eyes. The big smile was still plastered on his face, in fact, his whole face similar to how it had a second ago. In that second, however, a bullet had lodged itself into his head and blood streaked his large forehead. The light was also gone from his eyes, his stare at me was now cold while the look itself remained unchanged. Another bullet whizzed in hitting him in the neck, the blood rushing out like prisoners in a jailbreak and my father falling over, the lifeless eyes still locked on me.
I awoke to the blue-and-red lights flashing from across the street and sirens blaring a warning to the outside world to stay away. Cold beads of sweat stood petrified on my face as I lay momentarily frozen in bed. I closed my eyes again and for a second saw darkness, a beautiful warm darkness under my eyelids. Then I saw his eyes, that smiling face locked forever to mine, and opened my eyes again. It would be another sleepless night, with the sirens dreadful clamor, in this tragedy without onlookers.
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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Thursday Rain

They weep with a collective moan

For humanity taking possession

Of blessings granted in freedom 

For the thunder will begin to strike

At half past the new moon 

As the wrath of disappointment reigns

Awakening truth is those sleeping

But except for those deceased

Growing weary in their pain 

For the forgotten is the beginning 

An ever-being returning again

Until the fires erupt hellaciously 

And the barren will sprout again

A new life found in the garden

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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Thursday Rain
They weep with a collective moan
For humanity taking possession
Of blessings granted in freedom 
For the thunder will begin to strike
At half past the new moon 
As the wrath of disappointment reigns
Awakening truth is those sleeping
But except for those deceased
Growing weary in their pain 
For the forgotten is the beginning 
An ever-being returning again
Until the fires erupt hellaciously 
And the barren will sprout again
A new life found in the garden
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Written by Vyxyn in portal Stream of Consciousness

Be the King of your day

Good morning Sunshine!

Today is special because you are blessed

with a fresh start.

Now run with Lions!

Be the pride leader!

Roar the loudest!

Show people you are the King!

Now get out there and make this your hunt!

(Day)

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Written by Vyxyn in portal Stream of Consciousness
Be the King of your day
Good morning Sunshine!
Today is special because you are blessed
with a fresh start.
Now run with Lions!
Be the pride leader!
Roar the loudest!
Show people you are the King!
Now get out there and make this your hunt!
(Day)
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Who is in control of your life?
Written by AlSalehi

Refractory Response

They say you control me, as I am the head, and You, the neck.

They say that through my stomach, You influence my heart... but the truth of your power actually lies beneath the navel of this boiling tea-bound bergamot orange.

It is only after the moment where the pressure is released...

that You,

are nothing to me.

I no longer need

You…

and You,

no longer control, me.

I can think clearly,

and I, am completely,

rational.

Awaken, and no longer blinded by nature's hypnosis,

I can now unpeel

You,

from your power.

It is solely within this ever-escaping ephemeral moment

where the monkey holds

an unloaded gun…

that I can see

You,

for whom You truly are - -

No strings attached.

Copyright © 1986-2017

Al Salehi

All Rights Reserved

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Who is in control of your life?
Written by AlSalehi
Refractory Response
They say you control me, as I am the head, and You, the neck.
They say that through my stomach, You influence my heart... but the truth of your power actually lies beneath the navel of this boiling tea-bound bergamot orange.

It is only after the moment where the pressure is released...
that You,
are nothing to me.

I no longer need
You…
and You,
no longer control, me.

I can think clearly,
and I, am completely,
rational.

Awaken, and no longer blinded by nature's hypnosis,
I can now unpeel
You,
from your power.

It is solely within this ever-escaping ephemeral moment
where the monkey holds
an unloaded gun…

that I can see
You,
for whom You truly are - -

No strings attached.


Copyright © 1986-2017
Al Salehi
All Rights Reserved
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List of Impossibilities

I will be more positive.

HE will get caught for his wrongdoings.

I will get all A's.

I will get better at poetry.

I will stand up for myself.

I will sing in front of a group of people.

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Written by WistfulThinker in portal Fiction
List of Impossibilities
I will be more positive.
HE will get caught for his wrongdoings.
I will get all A's.
I will get better at poetry.
I will stand up for myself.
I will sing in front of a group of people.
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your wish is not His command

God is not a genie

He doesn't grant wishes,

He answers prayers

And just because you didn't get

the answer you hoped for,

doesn't mean the prayer went unanswered

He gives what you need,

not what you want

So, don't have the audacity

to pray for guidance

unless you have enough faith

to follow the direction He leads you,

even if it isn't the path you wanted

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Written by NjSeaSiren in portal Stream of Consciousness
your wish is not His command
God is not a genie
He doesn't grant wishes,
He answers prayers
And just because you didn't get
the answer you hoped for,
doesn't mean the prayer went unanswered
He gives what you need,
not what you want
So, don't have the audacity
to pray for guidance
unless you have enough faith
to follow the direction He leads you,
even if it isn't the path you wanted
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Written by Vyxyn in portal Stream of Consciousness

Beauty secrets

Your skin, they say, is the largest organ of the body. So treat it well and with great care or people will stop and stare, not for the reason that you want them to either.

Your body is a temple, it's really quite simple,

just worship at your temple daily

with some oils and water.

No harsh soaps or chemicals people please,

Remember this simple rule to only K.I.S.S.

keep it simple stupid and you will go far!

Your skin will bless you and keep you longer

and your beauty?

Beauty is only skin deep and in the eyes of the beholder so invest well your regimen for care.

Remember this vessel you wear is a temple.

Here is my recipe that I use for facial:

4 capsules activated charcoal

2 Tablespoons Diatomaceous earth (food grade)

1/8 ts coconut oil

Enough water to make a paste

Mix all up well and smear all over face let stay until dry then wash off with cool water.

This charcoal is burnt coconut husks. Very good for you.

Enjoy!

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Written by Vyxyn in portal Stream of Consciousness
Beauty secrets
Your skin, they say, is the largest organ of the body. So treat it well and with great care or people will stop and stare, not for the reason that you want them to either.
Your body is a temple, it's really quite simple,
just worship at your temple daily
with some oils and water.
No harsh soaps or chemicals people please,
Remember this simple rule to only K.I.S.S.
keep it simple stupid and you will go far!
Your skin will bless you and keep you longer
and your beauty?
Beauty is only skin deep and in the eyes of the beholder so invest well your regimen for care.
Remember this vessel you wear is a temple.
Here is my recipe that I use for facial:
4 capsules activated charcoal
2 Tablespoons Diatomaceous earth (food grade)
1/8 ts coconut oil
Enough water to make a paste
Mix all up well and smear all over face let stay until dry then wash off with cool water.
This charcoal is burnt coconut husks. Very good for you.
Enjoy!
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Written by Taliesin in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Shards

What seek you amongst these broken stones?

He is not here

It is but boxes and bones

The carvings not even his own

Not his forms or even his soul

Go to the temple

That holds the hides and leaves

There is his handiwork

But will you find him there

Or just shards of his heart

Set in black ink

Where once it beat so warm

-Taliesin

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Written by Taliesin in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Shards
What seek you amongst these broken stones?
He is not here
It is but boxes and bones
The carvings not even his own
Not his forms or even his soul
Go to the temple
That holds the hides and leaves
There is his handiwork
But will you find him there
Or just shards of his heart
Set in black ink
Where once it beat so warm
-Taliesin
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Who is in control of your life?
Written by Kaur_lovy

Not me!

time

I can control what I can do and should do at that specific moment of time but its that moment which decides that what kind of action my life has to take and how my life would change after that. Life has to go through this~ the inevitable time.

TIMES CHANGE, THE WORLD FOLLOWS !

Time brought together the Hydrogen and Oxygen atoms and life originated and it evolved as per the time permitted. No one can decide and no one can fight for what the next moment has in it, and this controls your life!

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Who is in control of your life?
Written by Kaur_lovy
Not me!
time
I can control what I can do and should do at that specific moment of time but its that moment which decides that what kind of action my life has to take and how my life would change after that. Life has to go through this~ the inevitable time.

TIMES CHANGE, THE WORLD FOLLOWS !


T
ime brought together the Hydrogen and Oxygen atoms and life originated and it evolved as per the time permitted. No one can decide and no one can fight for what the next moment has in it, and this controls your life!

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