Nothing changes

the importance
of life
has always been questioned

ascertaining an understanding
of life
is millennia+ old

the knowledge and wisdom
of life
has always been grasped

but only by the ones who dare examine it

Susi Bocks has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. Currently, she is an Associate Editor at the virtual coffee shop – Fictional Café. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks had some of her work previously published at VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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We, You, I (A Rap Song)

We, You, I (A Rap Song)
“I ain’t gonna be nothing,
Cos it seem like f’ever I’ve been longing.”
Tears in the eyes, phlegm in the nose,
Skin so sore, malady of the toes.
Helter-skelter, yet, nothing to show for,
Studied chemistry and physics what have I got?
I’ve got nothing, but walking,
Turning like a wheel, with no Boris,
Fishing and hunting, yet no prey,
A thousand padlocks and just two keys.
Governments say what they won’t do,
Making us seem as big fools,
Manifestoes, flap-doodles;
Serving trimmed rubbers as noodles.
“Eat, eat, eat” they bade us,
Proud to champion course unjust.
Queen of shits, Lord of tongues,
Sharpened bolox, Seasoned guts.
Now they stand as the saviours,
Voice so high, dreading as thunder.
More they speak, more they hunger,
Nourished with lies, growing fatter.
What do we do, what are should?
‘nough of savagery, ‘nough being fooled.
Hey hey hey I’m talkin’ you.
You you you you you you you.
Y’all wake up, wake from slumber,
‘Nough of dearth, ‘nough of hunger.
We goan be sleepers death after,
Now eyes are open, why the scar?
If its dirt they’re tissue papers,
Come for bucks, here is a dollar,
Buy the one which is cleaner,
Use it on your eyes and see clearer.
You should now see, yea better,
Humans like you claiming beggars.
Those then begging, now are loiters,
Those then loitering, now are robbers,
Those then robbing, now are killers,
Those then killing, now are prisoners,
Those then in prison, met their demise.
And on and on, Same thin’ O’er and O’er.
And we live on in myopia,
Till perhaps come the rapture.
Now we need revolution,
Bundle up and throw out corruption.
Right in our palm is solution,
But we’ve been feared by confusion.
Change prior to conviction,
Let’s agitate for lib’ration,
Kill who should die as oblation ;
Those who’re swimming in corruption.
For e’ery bribe they get commission,
E’en loot their congregation,
Loaning ’em to indecision.
Spare no seed of transgression.
Even the bible make no exception ;
The book of proverbs even in extension,
In chapter six verse eighteen makes a correction:
Only the death of the innocent is a transgression,
But of the wicked? Sure purification.
The first two lines would come no more,
If we do what is right as we ought.
        19:08:17:18:35
Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. We, You, I.

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A thought to myself

I give a thought to a place,
Where the constellations speak to me,
Where the darkness of the night illumines me,
I give a thought to a place,
Where I dance in nature’s pure melodies,
Where the wind carries away the worries of time,
I give a thought to a place,
Where I defy all that I’ve been told,
Where my heartbeat is all I can understand,
And if I had just give one more thought,
I would give it,
To myself.

Blog: https://catchingstarss.wordpress.com/

IG: catchingstarsblog3

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While

Left alone again
While colours and patterns consume you
Sweet dreams and hope settle around your slumbering body
While I am tormented by my mind
Black butterflies invade my churning stomach
While I look upon my sleeping love
Not a single dream appears to be of me
While I doubt and doubt and doubt
Not you, but me
While the sting of hot tears briefly warms my raw skin
Where are you? Where are you?
While I handle this sharp blade
Contemplating, longing for a different sting
While I try to push the evil aside
The anger, oh this anger is raging inside
While I pull my hair hoping for relief
Left alone again
Alone
Again.

I have just started my blog to document my writing journey! I would never go as far to say I am a poet, but I do dabble in poetry now and again.  I only ever seem to write poetry when I am feeling sad, I use it as a form of release.

Blog: https://jenwrites.video.blog/

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MEMORY

A roadblock to my brain
a dagger to my throat.
I cant explain this pain
that’s why I wrote
this poem.
For you.
Only you.
I’m waving you through
like the ocean waves goodbye.
A silent memory grew
and a loud memory died.

Hey my name is Lynsey Bradshaw and I am an up and coming poet/author/real world blogger. I am 28 and in school to pursue a Doctorate in Psychology. I started out with a rough history and past and try to share my mistakes with everyone so you can take something away from them to better yourselves. Demented Humor in my posts, sometimes in my poetry. Stephen King fan forever and also love anything horror, gory or blood related.
Blog: http://misunderstoodinsanity.health.blog

Softly, Softly

The sun rises in the morning,
Spreading warmth and light over shadows,
Your love moves the same,
Spreading joy with every touch.

Even in my darkest moments,
When fear paralyses me,
And knowing creatures flicker,
Your hands hold me in the dark.

When I feel as if I am swarmed by sadness,
And overwhelmed by my own thoughts,
Your rays of sunshine pierce me,
Filling me with happiness I didn’t know I could possess

So at the end of the day,
When I am weary and sad,
I ask of you one thing;

Kiss me softly love, and hold me tight,
Surround me with thoughts of you,
As I drift into the night.

 Hi I’m Emelie! I love writing about my thoughts or experiences, and have recently started posting poems that I’ve written. I find writing very therapeutic and a great way to express myself!
Instagram: em_theginger_one

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To The Romeo I’ve Never Had

High hopes to the sky limits

drove me through a paradise, that
I thought my inner demons,
cried in hunger for a sinful glee.

Dreams were haunted,
my mind in scattered beliefs,
dear god, ‘help me!’
was all I could say.

Feeling a bliss so galore,
the eternal suffering less felt,
buried underneath in the core of my fear
to lose a reverie — a craving.

Reality, the greatest enemy
the happiness lost, I owned;
to you who I blame, my ardent despair
let me be.

No more I seek,
a pleasure to my suffering being.
To the Romeo, I’ve never had,
farewell, my lost mirage.

-T.B.

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/tharooshie/

About the Writer: Hi to all! I am Tharushi. Just a girl who craft letters to mirror her soul. I write about ranging from poetry to non-fiction. Thank you for reading my work. Hope to see you on my blog. Much love!

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