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The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes. Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.
‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’
JSLambert Mister ROBOTO
angst, brother, confusion, family, father, forgiveness, friendship, funeral, health, hope, life, loss, lost love, love, religion, sad, social, teen, urban, visionary,
JSLambert Mister ROBOTO
daughter, death, fear, girlfriend-boyfriend, teen, urban,
She sleeps with a nine
waits for his face
his distant return
A tragic slime
pried into her life
impossible to reject
a boxed life
pulled by strings
An explosion is inevitable
the storm's coming
and she knows it
so she sleeps with a nine
and waits for his face
death, fear, holiday, urban, house, house,
In a house of darkness
you should not hear a sound
but while I lye here in my bed
there's noises all around.
Doors are squeaking
floors are creaking,
shutters banging loud.
The wind is blowing,
rain is pouring down.
In a house of darkness
you should not see a thing
but while the lightning strikes,
everything is plain.
Shadows dancing on the wall,
a lady walking in the hall,
a child playing with a ball,
a man that had a bloody saw
but to someone, I cannot call,
for there's no one here,
no one at all.
BY HEATHER ROE
adventure, angst, art, death, dedication, devotion, fear, forgiveness, friendship, urban, war,
As the Marines push forward as if to shrug feigning indifference for the lives that have been taken to the god of which they believe to be unforgiving all they can do is push forward and move to their already known perilous fate and meet death face to face and dance with the devil and once this happens their mission has become complete because all you can do as a Marine is sweat Crude Oil And Bullets
A man once said Wars come and go but our soldiers are eternal
beauty, celebration, city, community, courage, culture, devotion, freedom, grave, identity, inspiration, inspirational, life, memory, nature, patriotic, people, political, power, september, symbolism, tribute, urban, veterans day, war, wisdom,
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.
life, people, places, sad, sympathy, urban
Busy city’s heart – A kid is lost in the crowd!
absence, adventure, beautiful, car, confusion, culture, cute love, death, dream, fear, feelings, heart, heartbreak, heartbroken, heaven, imagination, inspirational, irony, love, love hurts, metaphor, passion, remember, scary, sleep, smart, solitude, travel, urban, women,
I fell asleep in my dream
at the wheel,
unfolded maps on the car's floor
to wake up to her smile
not once but twice.
inspirational, social, sympathy, uplifting, urban
Imagine a vagrant...asleep on a bench
Imagine his body.....alive with foul stench
Picture this if you can/his life in the past
His mother a drunk, his father lives fast
Cast from his home at a tender young age
Still going to school at the puberty stage
Thrown to the streets to live as a bum
Nobody caring/his future looks glum
But, The Homeless Are Human, despite disbelief
Most even have Wisdom, bring comfort/relief
So, when you start thinking they belong locked in a zoo
Just remember my Friends....that this could be you
JSLambert Mister ROBOTO
angst, business, caregiving, family, friendship, hope, inspirational, introspection, life, love, on work and working, peace, people, philosophy, political, religion, social, sympathy, uplifting, urban, visionary, work
Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION
Relic of a raucous night's revel
In an empty shop doorway
Stands a solitary cider bottle sentinel
Bundles of bedding. Beneath
Huddles a barely visible body
Whom I have to skirt around
Shop windows blacked out and blinded
With nothing to offer but silence
No clink of cash registers here
Sprouting up in this desert
The cacti of fast food outlets and poundshops
Cheap takeaways and cheap goods at throwaway prices
Buskers booming out their ballads
Their desperate music fills the air
Echoing the city's despair
The reek of commercial cancer does abound
A city hub,soon to be the dead centre
With the tumbleweed of litter blowing all around
adventure, animals, confusion, death, fear, children, girlfriend-boyfriend, imagination, lost love, pets, science, urban,
They heard the rumble from below
Drinks were spilled; they stopped the show.
The scream was heard, the tension rose
The crowd was still, the music froze.
The lights flickered, a roar was heard
Wild lion appears, then massacred
All the zebras, flailing around
So their stripes were safe and sound
This lion though, was smarter than that
2 weeks he’d been a hungry cat
Such silly follies were no match
To save lives on this grassland patch.
Leo Larry Amadore
angst, childhood, depression, health, life, loss, sad, silver, sympathy, urban,
Joaquin: paint-besotted at sixteen.
The color silver was your favorite --
it had the craved-for, biting glint
of a dagger dizzying your brain,
twisting as it mixed and chopped
your few surviving thoughts,
which floated, glittering,
in an icy silver mist.
Your classic, sculpted nose,
bearing a single dot of silver
smaller than a dime, expelled
the smell you struggled to breathe in.
And your eyes drowned in a sea of silver.
Eva J Tortora
seasons, social, sorry, sympathy, time, urban,
Are the Ones You Miss
confusion, death, life, people, sad, urban,
Daily a victim of racism dies
While our government accuses them wrongly with lies
The air is punctuated by their screams and their cries
In response to their pleas we choose not to reply
They beg us for mercy, they beg us to try
But we simply say you're just another guy
They take it with courage but tears wet their eyes
For the world sits in silence and cares not for their lives
angst, death, depression, family, funeral, life, sad, social, teen, urban,
an innocent child,
a nineteen-month-old baby,
was senselessly shot;
cold drive-by shooter
killed a cherished little boy--
with a heartless plot
endless tears of pain--
as we remember the love
of this lifeless tot
*baby was not the intended target
death, sad, urban,
Bullets pierced the night.
A Mother's Cry pierced the calm.
His life stained the streets.
death, introspection, urban, visionary
The rain-soaked road is deeply black
and shiny, like it's been shellacked,
the stoplights yellow, green and red
reflected, streaks of color bled.
Blindly, cars go flying by,
the beauty lost on jaded eyes,
this scene, it takes my breath away,
the light and water's interplay.
Each edge is sharp, each hue intense,
my heightened senses seem immense,
I wonder if my sight's so clear
because the end is drawing near.
Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
inspirational, introspection, life, people, philosophy, places, sad, social, sympathy, urban
Last night, this canal bank was home
I see the tossed newspapers blow
And a solitary brown blanket lie
Where not all that long ago
Someone slept... but they were not camping
This was home last night
And, as I approach the bridge
I see him sitting there... on my right...
Hes old and weezened, lights a cigarette
Or at least his best to do so he does try...
And I ever the Christian full of compassion
Keep my distance and hurry by.
adventure, angst, death, depression, teen, urban, people, people,
When I hear a sentence, I hear a lyric
Trying to write these rhymes? Is drivin my crazy
My mind will seem so complex when you hear it
All the confusion tho, Is makin my mind hazy
Least im writin rhymes, You just bein lazy
All this hate, Is makin people show aggression
Everyday people gettin shot, Facin depression
That person? Still showin in the back of their mind
Can't move on, Can't leave them behind
One of the worst things we face is suicide
Committing self murder is how 5 of my friends died
All so loved, All so kind,
I dont understand how you could leave
Me in this unstable state of mind
All these people none can beheave
Only if we could get our world out this hateful bind
angst, business, confusion, death, education, fear, history, loss, people, philosophy, political, sad, slam, sympathy, urban, war,
Houses lost, friends go away…
Then others I’ve never known…
Some areas worse, some less…
But all have seen the scar…
Empty homes with vacant eyes…
The bank will own the loan…
Won’t let lose their precious prize…
Until they’ve made a score…
A few will pass thru many hands…
Most will wait with time…
In the end we all lose…
With tears in our eyes…
The only winner any where…
Is the bank that still holds on…
There was really no doubt on this…
As the monster gobbles more…
As still so much is lost by all...
death, fear, urban,
In the city one day
I could not walk
rain coming down
thought my story was over
But I was saved by a magnificent stranger
who stopped his car
and hailed me
a livery car rider to the doctors
Who says New Yorkers have no heart
As the Grateful Dead have sung
"Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart
you just have to poke around"
death, nature, on writing and words, sad, sorry, urban,
Squatters acquire the land
And no questions are asked.
Hovers litter the place
And open drains greet the eyes.
Stench queezes the life
But sellers defy the odour;
Frequent epidemic and death,
But the population continues to grow.
Nobody to care;
No questions are asked;
Sheer naked life,
Ever ready for the end.
death, life, people, urban,
To the city breathe
blowing, huffing, puffing
hurry, push, eyes blankly stare
SCREAMS echoing in the alley
go ignored in the sidewalk shuffle
stench of urine, decay and APATHY
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 9, 2012
First place in Suit Yourself contest max 16 (Brian Strand)
adventure, art, black african american, death, fantasy, funny, holiday, imagination, life, music, people, science, science fiction, son, song-urban, visionaryme, me,
Tag! Your it! Like in the school days.
I got your mind lost, like you were in a corn maze.
This isn't Halloween, just another day of the week.
I'm always getting candy. I say forget trick or treat.
You can forget Flasnick. People just call me Flash.
My rap game's so scary, I say hell with the mask.
Forget Jason, They call me Lil T.
Wake up it's not Freddy, it's me you see in your dreams.
I'm rated X. Noway I'm PG13.
Sisco and Ebert said not to see the damn thing.
So if you do, you better call me the king.
I'll give you six days to live. I'm more hard core then the Ring!