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5 AM: Optimism
by Jacob Bagge
Who told us not to feel?Why did we listen? Is this really it?Has the pessimism won or is there space left for genuine dreams? When nothing makes sense, remember nothing is what it seems. When everything feels so desperately hopeless, When everybody is broken When comedy has abandoned usWhen tragedy has corrupted everything we love The antagonist in me says "no".The…
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5 AM: Optimism
by Jacob Bagge
Who told us not to feel?Why did we listen? Is this really it?Has the pessimism won or is there space left for genuine dreams? When nothing makes sense, remember nothing is what it seems. When everything feels so desperately hopeless, When everybody is broken When comedy has abandoned usWhen tragedy has corrupted everything we love The antagonist in me says "no".The…
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RAISE YOUR FIST – DOWN WITH TRUMP
by Renee M
RAISE YOUR FIST - DOWN WITH TRUMPRAISE YOUR FIST! DOWN WITH TRUMP!Raise Your Fist - Down With TrumpRaise Your Fist! Down With Trump!raise your fist, down with trumpraise your fist - down with trumpRaise Your Fist!! Down With Trump!!Raise Your Fist!!! Down With Trump!!!RAISE YOUR FIST!! DOWN WITH TRUMP!!RAISE YOUR FIST!!! DOWN WITH TRUMP!!!
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More you, say less heard
by SumitaJetley
words are like deciphersvisible upto an angleinvisible
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Typically
by SumitaJetley
Mild, yet so sure.i have strongly felt mildly low.at times. hopelessly,alone crowds around
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We The People
by Ess.Kare
the level of mentality is what measure our insanity.The movement of our thoughts is what keeps us from clarity.Whether we scream from our hearts or our songs, We will always be mistaken as the dangerous and the wrong.They consume our happiness and regret,And to have more, they repay us with sympathy so we forgive and forget.Some…
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Hiding Behind Hands.
by WyldStorm
Little girl.Shaking violently in the corner or her playroom.Body tense as if strapped inside an asylum costume.Hands hiding tear stained cheeks.Afraid to see the eyes of the beast.Anxiety riddled runt.Trembling over spilled milk.Watching Daddy grab his leather belt.Afraid to even touch.Clumsly fingers dropping to much.Little girl.Hiding behind hands.No Daddy doesn't seem to understandForcing her to…
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The Power Of Words
by Janessa Andrea Aisling
I opened up my feed todayAnd thought aboutwhat it might sayAnd how it might make me feelMake me feel some type of wayThe words that rest upon this screenWhat is their power over meAs I swallow ever so lightlyThe feelings rise from deep inside meStop I think why should I secedeAnd let these words get…
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stoned womb
by Jim Bellamy
       Where the rivers bend, we see the hero's splendour: Thebeian shapes of men      in rivulets of cinder: where the rivers gyre, we sense the shape of man:      Thebeian shapes of wisdom, destruction's in our hands. Stoned are all our      baricades, stoned are all our charms: in the palisades of grey, we sense      the seas…
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The Power Of Words
by Janessa Andrea Aisling
I opened up my feed todayAnd thought aboutwhat it might sayAnd how it might make me feelMake me feel some type of wayThe words that rest upon this screenWhat is their power over meAs I swallow ever so lightlyThe feelings rise from deep inside meStop, I think why should I secedeAnd let these words get…
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