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The latest Messages 2

2020-07-25 02:05:45 PENPAL

can one fall in love with words?
because I am smitten with his
can one love a face not yet seen?
oh,I am living proof
a life sized figurine

Am I even a realist anymore?
if I fell for a tale and its teller oceans away?
a phantom I only know by a pen name?

am I even a realist anymore?
if I fell for the lyrics of a nonexistent song?
and I feel him humming along?

if anyone ever hears of my story ,this will be its prelude:
I fell in love with the writing THEN the writer
first the words THEN their author
the poems BEFORE th e poet
and whoever gets to love him in real life,I will covet .
@confess_it
524 viewsThath, 23:05
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2020-07-25 02:04:49 call me red
paint me scarlet
you like this shade?
or do you want to mix it with another?
pick which side you want to see
choose the part you think you'll like
paint me scarlet, honey
but first throw me a life line

call me art
paint me raw
two shades darker?
or light me up
I'm your portrait, show me off
or revere me, keep me locked
paint me raw,honey
but first throw me a life line

call me yours
paint me "owned "
I'll let you patent me,for a cost
you can have all my copyrights
and in return I only ask
that you, in all your glee, don't let me drown and LOOK AT ME!!

you can paint me scarlet
make me blush cherry-red
you can paint me raw,dearest
or with gentle strokes instead
you can paint me "owned",love
hold my heart with a thread
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IF, you can save me from me
and throw me a lifeline ,honey
@confess_it
480 viewsThath, 23:04
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2020-07-25 02:03:28 Premature Armageddon

She feels peace, in sync with the world
Sitting under her fig tree,
adorned in a false sense of victory

She feels serene, and attuned to the wild
Feasting upon the open air
blind to the woes of her only heir.

She feels ethereal; drifting along with the waves
Cocooned in a cloud of vanity
Veiled by a fictive surety.

You look at her and can't help but be envious,
She pays heed to everything except anything that's odious.
I am sure some would very much like to beg to differ; but I don't agree
Sue me too, I'm with her.
High as a kite with no tether
She is a beauty and I the beholder

So excuse us for trying to avoid colliding
head on
With the ever impending premature armageddon.
@confess_it
435 viewsThath, 23:03
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2020-06-30 08:23:39 Darling,
you are the early years i don't remember,
my first and third birthday,
all the days i have passed in haze
the ones that weren't remarkable in anyway

You are my half lived childhood,
Snippets of moments and deja vus
You are my unfinished stories
And adventures unknown if they are true

You are the memory of a time lost
One that i didn't mind its theft
A piece of me i never knew
But its absence i deeply felt

@heartlesswoes
313 viewsAnim, 05:23
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2020-06-22 22:21:41 THE SOLD GIRL

He Hiked my skirt up my legs
He did not care
If there were watching eyes
He always did what ever he liked

He slid my coat down my arms
He did not care
If my body shook of repulsion
All that concerned him
Was his satisfaction

He kissed my neck
With his alcohol scented breath
All I could do not to gag
Was turn my face as far as I can

He stripped me whole
So all that were left were my cheap stilettos
Which he told me to leave on
A little more torture just for fun

And so I just stood there
While he scourged me with his eyes
I was screwed
Even before his body met mine

And with what ever little dignity I had
I used...to plead
I asked him not to do
What he and I knew he was about to
but he told me to stay quite
He didn't want my energy to run out
Said he had other plans for my mouth

And while he layed me spread eagled
On the bed
I just stared up ahead
While he did as he pleased
My tears fell so casually
So emotionless
Cause you see by that time
I'd already given up on life
Mercy does not exist
Self pleasure will always persist
Selflessness no longer serves purpose

And so once he was finished
I collected my cloth
And rushed out the door
To cry in the privacy of my home
But I did not dear to speak
The law doesn't stand for those like me
And besides
even if I tried
No one would have listened to what I told
Cause after all
I was the girl that had been sold

#unspokenmisery

~Anonymous~

@fortheeccentric
293 viewsMahlet, 19:21
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2020-06-03 21:10:00I CAN'T BREATHE!

Did you know?
There is a protein called Melanin under our skin.
Where there is more sunlight, your skin gets more melanin to protect the organs underneath.
The more you have it, the darker your skin gets.
Simple biology right?
The more you have it, the more sunlight you absorb.
So why, pray tell, is this happening?
Why is this a reason for our cries and sobs?
Too much hatred.
Too much anger.
All for a simple protein,
for having a different color.
And meanwhile, I...I can't breathe!
Hatred is pressing down my neck
and misunderstanding and Inhumanity holding me down from the back,
my life ending because of the color of my skin
suffocated for being black.
Help! Is there anyone who can see this? Who can see me?
I can't breathe! Please help me.

*Racism isn't getting worse. It is getting filmed.* - Will Smith

And today on social media, everyone I know and every page I follow is posting black.
'BlackOutTuesday' they called it.
Dedicated to the black man who died,
to the man who couldn't make it.
'Justice for Floyd!' They said.
But behind George's name it screamed,
'...and to all the colored people we don't know,
to those who died wrongfully, without getting filmed.'
And meanwhile, I...I can't breathe!
Hatred surging instead of air, it's making my body freeze.
Help! Is there anyone seeing this?
Anybody who can see me?
I can't breathe! Please help me.

*Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again?* - Rosa Parks

How many stories have you heard so far?
The woman who took a stand by sitting down.
The man who spent 27 years fighting racism, hoping to bring it down.
How many stories of hope?
Hoping for equality.
While the legend told us : The Hate U Give Little Infants Fucks Everybody.
Tell me. How many stories?
And meanwhile, I...I can't breathe.
Hope is slipping away.
I don't have anything to hold onto.
I don't have anything to seize.
Help! Is there anyone witnessing this?
Anybody who can see me?
I can't breathe! Please help me.

*In the absence of these safeguards the phrase “equality before the law” in so far as it is intended to apply to us, is meaningless and misleading.* - Nelson Mandela

And so they are out chanting : No Justice, No Peace! No racist police!
And meanwhile, I...I can't breathe!
Please help me.
The one responsible for keeping me safe,
is the one who is killing me.
Help! Is there anyone seeing this?
Anybody passing by?
I don't want my life to end today.
I don't want to die.

*Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.* - Martin Luther King Jr.

And so they scream to be heard.
They post and share.
But how many of us want to be the change we want to happen?
How many of us care?
Racism, I say, is the opposite of humanism.
And we all claim to be humans, don't we?
So why are we ending lives based on color?
Why are we acting against humanity?
And meanwhile, I...I can't breathe!
But i am not silent.
I am trying to fight.
Is there anyone near seeing this?
Anybody witnessing this sight?
Help! Scream until heard.
Fight against this cruelty.
Hold onto the anchor of love,
please don't drown in the hatred sea.

*Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.* - Martin Luther King Jr.

We know of one man today.
So it won't happen tomorrow,
teach your surroundings right
so we don't drown in this sorrow.
Help! I can't breathe!
Hatred and misunderstanding are drowning me
and racism is as strong as it has ever been,
but don't give up the fight.
Please don't let it win.

*I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.* - Martin Luther King Jr.

And I have a dream that one day, we will forget all this color matter
and like the man who went after this dream said, I hope we judge each other by our character.
I hope for a day where hope is something within reach
something we can seize,
so I can win the hatred choking me
so I can finally breathe.

*ሀበሻዊነት - ጥቁርነት
ጥቁርነት ደግሞ ኩራት ነው፡፡*

-The Scribbles Team
229 viewsVeil, 18:10
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2020-05-26 14:27:12 https://t.me/quotestolive
421 viewsAnim, 11:27
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2020-05-25 19:34:09 https://t.me/totallytranscendentalminds
398 viewsAnim, 16:34
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2020-05-24 19:49:45 I'm not gonna write a good poem about how I can't write a good poem
That would be hypocritical
So this is going to be a shitty one

If I was ,then I am
And I was a writer
I've had golden words tested with fire

If I am , then I will
So I'll always be a poet
Even though I dont have shit to show for it.

I have ideas but they like my head better
Because when I try to speak them all I hear is a stutter
And if I try and write them
My pen aches, coughs and spits color
But not ones that look and read right
Some are dull and the others too bright
And whatever I manage to put into words
Is full of flawed metaphors and innuendos that sound absurd

So I overcompensate
I write fancy words like effervescent and paradigm
Even though I'm not sure what they really mean.
*sigh*
The truth is I was and I am
But what I am is a has been
I will be but what I'll be is just nostalgic
Nostalgic of the time when I used to write
When I used to fight

I wrote my last poem months ago
No new pieces lately
So I can't call my self a poet
But I'll hold the memory dearly

While I was a poet I was not blessed with being a good one
I can't find a word that rhymes so I'll finish it with leprechaun

All the fallen poets will roll in their graves when they feel me butcher the art
And those living will wanna rip out my heart

So I'll no longer insult them by trying to be part of their legacy
This is my poem of resignation
The last one I'll ever write and it truly sounds like me.

P.s. I'd like to thank a tinyplanet that made writing fun when I was just some teenager.
@confess_it
443 viewsThath, edited  16:49
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2020-05-24 19:46:42 A beautiful poetry
Half finished ,though she may be
I wrote her , I called her mine
She passed through my scrutiny

I wrote and erased
Rewrote and erased again
'Agony'
'torture'
'ache'
'Affliction' instead of just 'pain'

A beautiful human
As broken as she thinks she is
I made her , l called her mine
Perfected her piece by piece

I built and wrecked
Rebuilt and wrecked again
From heretic to devotee
From remedy to bane

A beautiful mess
Just bad enough to be art
Sought after for her fissures
Handled with care lest she fall apart
@confess_it
409 viewsThath, edited  16:46
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