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  369.     

i found a rose

I found a rose

between a rose bud

and a dieing rose

neither pick nor pulled

grown from the seed and into the vines

one day the rose will die as though as the other

the bud will die as though as the others

but i plucked the dieing rose to put it out of its misserary

i plucked the rose bud to put it out of its misserary

and i left the rose for its process has begun

and at that moment i stood between an old man

and i child

and there was I as the old man fainted upon the grown

and yes there i was as the child bled from its nose

the color of the rose.

and there i was not a scratch but still hurt.
 
martel alexis

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  370.     

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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  371.     

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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  372.     

Nature's Rose

As the vast nature
blinds the eye by its beauty
the trees grow taller
the grasses grow greener
The animals grow more peaceful in their natural habitat
But none grow as beautiful as the red rose
As the red rose grows day by day
I walk by it desiring to pick it
Sitting and waiting for the petals to grow more mature
To grow and show off the beauty of the rose
Years go by and the rose is almost grown
This special rose is different from the rest.
Others grow, beautify, and die
While this one grows year after year
The blood of the rose is pure
as it flows up and through the beautiful flower
But the rose has not completed its growth
I run my hand down the body of the beautiful flower
Shedding my blood from the sharp thorns
I grasp the flower and thrust it from the ground
As my blood drips, the blood of the flowers does so too
The red of both mix and mature and fall to the ground dropp after drop
The smell of the flower overtakes the pain
This is Nature's Rose
 
Sky McCoy

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