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  369.     

The Rise

The rise we get,
from the things we do,
it drives us all,
we love it too.

To shoot a man,
or to speed a car.
The rise is everywhere,
its never far.

The rise we get,
when he rapes a girl,
or what she does after dinner,
she just loves to hurl.

We love the rise,
as we lead a new war.
When we dip into drugs,
or when he f***s his whore.

The rise we get,
when she cuts herself,
or when he jumps from a building,
no one cares to help.

Because its the rise we get,
that we accept the fall,
It's the rise we get,
that will kill us all.

The rise.
 
ally jones

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  370.     

At dusk I'll rise

You are overwhelmed and frustrated within,
You always just seemed to be on my side
But inside of your heart lies,
The untold truth that is
Shinning on your eyes.

You always want to put me down
Trying hard to decrease my happiness
Gossiping about me is meaningless
But still at dusk I’ll rise

Those teardrops are heavy to fall
From my fragile eyes
This word is slowly killing me
Whispering around my self
But still like dust i’ll rise

Do you want to write me down in history with your lies?
Weak heart, knowing-less mind
You are trying to spill blood on my dreams
Unbelieving the words i say inside
But still like fog I’ll rise

Wanting me to feel that my life is almost over
There is no point of living
But still like dawn I’ll rise

I’ll fly
Far from those mind
Far to inhabitant word
With those broken wings
I’ll rise
I’ll rise
I’ll rise

I’ll continue flying
Till I reach the oasis
Where the luster sparked
My intense emotions building up
My feeling is sky hope to reach
As I walked out and in
I’ll forever rise



March 25
 
khadija shaker

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  371.     

A black rose

a black rose sees and tells it all.

how long are you gonna live
are you gonna find true love
where is life taking you
when are you gonna die

but most importantly,
a black rose sees
through your
relationship.

pick up a black rose just one
time and you'll be able to tell and
even visual whats going on in
your relationship.

black roses are very deep and meaningful.

black roses tell you like it is and not like a red rose
who only wants to show you passion and consideration.

listen to a black rose and it will make you
wanna pull out your hair because it tells you
the whole truthful story

but listen to a red rose and it will make you
happy by telling you only the good things
and keeping all of the secrets and lies away.

-La'Veranique
*aka*
dat girl nickey
 
Nickey Mason

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  372.     

Our Faded Roses

Scanning the cemetery, my eyes did focus upon
our Stone of Roses; so fair and so fair. Running my hands upon the Rose reliefs, tears of
forgotten years, came remorsefully down my
sorrowful cheeks. A Stone of Roses, given to Our Father and Mother,
is all that remains of lives so dear, and now so glad! Thinking often of these trips to that place of quiet abode,
I realize the Stone of Roses, is now so blessed. In Rose reliefs, I see something so pleasing among
the broken chips; a thought, a memory, and many dreams. Dreams, thoughts, and memories, I imagine now in these
moments, another Place of Roses. Remorse not! I urge myself!
Sorrow no more! I still demand! The Stone of Roses is sometimes just the heart!
The Place of Roses is just a brand new start.
 
Richard L. Merila

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