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DeRicki Johnson Sep 14
Mr. Buttermilk’s voice was thick and smooth as his namesake. He was a kindly ghetto uncle—with insect eyes hid by shades. “I cumta collect wutcha owe.” “Not my soul! He tricked me.” “Dat’s wut da Devil do, son. Dat wut he do,” he chuckled, amber shades glowing.
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DeRicki Johnson Sep 10
From Motherland My people Were brutally Bred and raped Within dark laws “DulyConstituted” Morphed To be a people With no roots FromWhenceWeCame Now you tell me “GoBack” But our tribes Are lost to pain Paid by my Ancestors’ blood This Home’s Where I’ll remain
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Joel Maslakowski Sep 14
You hang on my heart like a necklace of each bead a frozen tear ancient yearnings when we carbon dated deserted by words that I was too afraid to speak why did my courage leave me? How did I let that moment go? the stupidity of youth forever haunts me so.
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Zoey Pencil ✏️💛🌻 Sep 14
My grandpa always said there was a time for everything. When the sky's sort of , he'd say, that's the perfect moment to confess a secret. Only when it's real honeylike, the kind of color that feels like it ought to stick to your fingers. That's when I told her.
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ADHorror Sep 14
"Sophie, did you borrow my necklace without asking? It's cracked," she said, then coughed. Scientists have long blamed an asteroid and ice age for the extinction of the dinosaurs, but the real culprit, this microscopic virus, has lain dormant in for milenia.
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Kelvin Rodrigues Sep 13
“He’s outstanding in his field, Haskins.” “Who is, sir?” “The farmer, over there. We need to speak to him.” “Can we climb his fence?” “Well I’m not going to it.” “We could use that funny wooden step thing, sir.” “Good idea. That’s much more my stile.”
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Kalah McLaughlin Sep 13
Luna moths flutter in my chest pulling me into the moonlight I take my place in the yard & lie down in the grass I sing to the moon, basking in her reflection She gifts me with lunar visions I couldn’t dream up, always rewarding selenophiles for their sleepless sacrifice
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ikko Sep 13
As fiery sun setting Time for the blackness Coverage n hug dearly sky The moon smiles flirt to d ocean Sparkling stars amazed by their root of bonding within selflessness love has calmed the ocean's tide with her gentleness 🌙
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Kevin Sand Sep 12
I swam in the floodwaters of thought, soaked in the cosmic legacy of Gods once beautiful dream, my spirit a pollutant, molested as it was, by this brutal day and age.
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ADHorror Sep 14
"I couldn't stop officer. I was already partway throughout junction when the light turned ." "Liar!" I screamed, "It was red, you were looking at your phone." But no one heard me as they loaded my body into the ambulance.
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DeRicki Johnson Sep 14
I’m living life By HopOverWalls FlipOverFaults When things get lean Trade blood for salt I’m on a quest That will not halt I cartwheel by Without a word For haters, I just flip the bird🖕🏿 No one can take My joy in words If this sounds good Come join my herd
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firdaus parvez Sep 14
~summer salt you are like a teardrop caught on my lashes then sliding in warm saline (somersaulting) down my cheek as i struggle to breathe
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Nathan Brazil - partially fixed Sep 14
Amber. Like someone poured honey all over her skin. Time slowed so these men could capture each fluid movement. Their expressions etched in space from muted desire to bald lust, formed a tableau. But I no longer wanted to be part of this moment, so I cut myself out & left.
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Mark A. King Sep 14
the shroud of autumn carpets the ground in russet hope in the somersault breeze sunlit mist like morning smoke
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Kalah McLaughlin Sep 10
You needed shade, so I let you lie beneath my branches. You carelessly plucked my leaves and held them toward the sun to see their veins in full light, then tore them until they were confetti in the wind. By the time you left, you’d uprooted what was never meant to move.
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Hope Denney Sep 9
Dementia, the doctor says. She packs her memories away in tissue paper before she loses them. Some slip from her hands and shatter. Her husband pieces them whole again. The stories are changed now. Told from his perspective. Her soul shines as she whispers, I remember.
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George Miller Sep 12
Kissed my mom goodbye Cared for Dad to the end Sang my cousin to his grave Then came the floodwaters The gin The whisky The whiskey Did I write my way out? Solace to my soul I will craft another poem I will seek another song I will carry with the pain
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DeRicki Johnson Sep 11
Kept rising Only roofs showed ‘Bove the tide I braved the storm In my skiff To give TheTrappedARide I came upon One such soul A Klansman KnownToMe He said he Would rather drown Than take Black help To flee I was left To marvel At how deep His hate must be
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ikko Sep 14
Life also hving own reason to put you high or weight you down As Merely your balance Keep you in your own line Dance with the tide trying to escape from the waves.. Gif : We Heart It
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Tim Warren (is a one man protest against mornings) Sep 14
Tired of always turning cartwheels, the clock hands spent Tuesday performing instead. But they still couldn't manage more than one per hour and after twenty-four attempts gave up and called it a day.
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