Tag Archives: Poetry

This Time Tomorrow

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broken_clock_by_ifsantag2-d5ecmpi

Our hearts ticked in a rhythmic passion as time slowly drifted into the deep hours of our eye’s embrace and as we admired every trace of each other’s face we danced; we danced to the music of soft whispers as the magic of the night became our playground – an exploration of a new found […]

Time Square

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Time Square

    have traveled places, but never a place quite like this. big lights, big dreams shoving their way through the crowded sidewalks where Asian faces greet Irish eyes and Latino feet walk past African-American stares.   Painted sidewalks where Italian hands weave through Arab eyes and where gay expression catch the attention of straight […]

Bully

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bully

“If you can make it through the night, there’s a brighter day.” – Tupac Shakur I see your tears crawling silently on the stairs of fear, alone no one is near but your cries are heard young child. Emotion black & blue from the punches of their laughs/the commotion inside your mind baring scars from […]

Once Upon The Streets Of Youth

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Future_by_TheridioN

There we played, on the streets of youth where we were free of fear, free of tears and during times when life taught us the freedom to care.   We were the innocent — children filled with dreams learning the art of growth while realizing that everything around us wasn’t what it seemed but still […]

Awakened

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pause_by_janati

Awakened I am a pause stranded between the history of tomorrow and the future of yesterday. Time stands still. I walk with feet that travel nowhere. Sidewalks end yet are paved by forever’s hands. Everyone sees me; I am invisible, no one pays attention to my silence. The sunlight heals my absence with its radiant […]

G R A F F I T I

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colour_the_world_by_freakeesh

Nothing always means something when the mind spray paints a dream. I write to put my tag on inspired hearts but furthermore I write to create the images my thoughts formulate.  I found myself staring at the side of an abandoned building one motionless Monday afternoon.  It was polluted with many different flavors of expression […]