Clashing ColorsIt’s the color gray; Of confusion and fog, Of suffocation and desperation. The feeling thatClashing Colors
you’ll never get out.
It’s the color red; Blinding and hot, Passionate and naïve. The feeling that you impose
when you want to strike without thought.
It’s the color blue; Hidden under the colorful covers, Waiting to erupt into childlike laughter, without a care in the world. The feeling that is cool and washing, guaranteeing everything is going to be all right again.
It’s the color black; Of reality. And
Slavery Sense PoemI see the stingy burns and the purpling bruises and hate etched on every face.Slavery Sense Poem
I see the lashing whip, the striking fist, and the fearful faces they target.
I see them die, one by one, a forgotten and neglected soul, like a candle flame extinguished.
I hear the cries of pain and the moans of sickness and sorrow.
I hear the white man’s footsteps approaching and cannot help but feel fear rising up in me.
I hear the many tongues of my nation, mumbling, screaming, and praying, for forgiveness and release, for salvation.
I feel my salty sweat dripping down my forehe
The Butterfly Has FallenGrasping into the darkness, The efforts long gone, The strength unreachable. Everything has become nothing. And nothing has become everything.The Butterfly Has Fallen
Uselessly trying, enduring, and hoping, The butterfly could barely flutter its wings, For the weight of burdens overcame it.
The imaginary thoughts did not help, And smiles were lost on the facet of ice. The tangible touch of reality lost. Everything has become hidden. Everything has become bare.
Patterns of hope, Patterns of dreams, Hatred within love. The warmth en
The Grass SeaThe wind always tickles me so!The Grass Sea
On my grumpier days, I hate it and curse but my words are lost in the howls and all you can hear is a soft rustle, a shadow of the sharp words spoken.
You hate me. My dry and tall body brushes your legs and gives you itches. You prefer my cousin, the popular short green grass that feeds your horses.
Sometimes, parts of me snap and are found hiding in the soles of your shoes and socks. You hate his.
Grasshoppers adore me. They dress me up, perching on my straight and thin neck. They nibble on me all day. They annoy me so with their thin quick legs and hideous fa
be logical He shifted slightly, eyes still closed. In his barely waking mind, he felt uncomfortable, rigid. As his consciousness rose, the discomfort intensified. His ribs were sore, and his head ached like…well, it hurt. He lifted his hand to his forehead. Bang. His elbow hit something hard, something metal. He started violently, eyes opening at once. Darkness, complete darkness, enveloped him.be logical
Be logical, he thought, you’re a logical
Desiccation
Scarification
Personality Test
Lazy
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