Euphemism
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Instead of saying "You're fired!" a boss might choose to use the euphemism "You've been l
Your gentle touch and tear worn eyes,
Pouting lips and exasperated sighs.
Your fingers grounding me to this earth which I seldom want to leave behind;
Have you ever had the fear
of losing control over your fate?
You are happy about the way things are going
under your control
That as soon as it’s lost,
Here I am on the ground
I hear the voices whispering into my right ear
Telling me to find my inner strength
there once was a child born in a keepsake of a loving generation
the child was exceptionally born gifted hence the foresight
with any life, he lived many times each time his life stop short to an unfortunate end
I have a special hero
My hero is important to me
Someone I admire.
A hero is trusted
By many people and hated by others
I think I'm finally learning how to move on.
I no longer feel your hands all over me,
Your breath against my skin
Or how your eyes devoured me.
I no longer feel your hands hiking up my dress.
This country has strange rugs.
The streets are lined with their red paint,
courtesy of blue bloods.
No matter. Apparently, blacks make up the struggle.
Make it up like trash TV.
YOU HEAT ME UP
You know you're exactly the way I like: thick and juicy 😋
You're truly ass-matic ma'
fantastically endowed
A
part of me always felt the leaving,
the apartness, the loneliness.
But we endured it quietly.
Life is the wind in which we ride
We can't run away from it or grasp back for it
When we look at it we see right through it
Yet, there are those of us who feel and reconize it and who appreciate it
Ba-bump ba-bump
Melted strawberry jam pools around my knees
From my sister where I am seated
Medusa,
With her sweet words and flaxen curls, soft skin and kind eyes,
Was beautiful, ethereal in her manner and dress, memorable in the minds of all who met her.
And this was her downfall.
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Tick-tock.
The clock mocks me from its unseen perch.
Tick-tock.
All that seems to exist in this dark, lonely world I live in is the sound of the clock.
Tick-tock.
First of all my friend.
You’ll never catch the breeze.
There’s been a lot of chatter.
Open windows and thirteenth floors.
Stop , it’s not relevant any more.
Take a cool breath .
Frayed wires .
I’ve seen too many people die. Homicides, mothers cry, my own people swatted like flies.
The night before the end, where my innocence went to die...
Coming home from work, thinking so much up at the sky.
Getting that Facebook alert, but just ignoring it because "I'm tired"!
Why do women feel the need to tear each other down?
We’re all one of the same thing
Stop tryna be the class clown
Being abominable , manipulative , and constantly fake
when i think of a place full of dark demeanor sequences
I do not quite understand the aching I had developed
i had a dream that my penis fell off while sleeping next to you, and it was the greatest climax ive ever had-
the loss of will, not the person
no one wants to get to know me these days— all they want is hard and fast.
the things i haven’t felt yet are already in the past.
would i have found god without the christian memes facebook page, or
Am I Good Enough? My dreams are not in the clouds They are right in front of me I see them vividly All my aspirations and goalsCollege, lawyer, politicianIt seems so simple. But am I brave enough to reach out in front and grab the future Will I dr
When I left I felt relief
I constantly questioned myself during my relationship asking God "why me"
I became a seed
That man had sewn
That I had to reap
All those restless nights
I love them all. Poe, King, Lovecraft, Lennon, McCartney, Morrison, Leary, Cobain, Shelly, Streep.
The real artists of their crafts. I know they were not all perfect but have you noticed all the men in my list?
the stars fell from the skys,
and settled upon her cheeks.
moonlight flowed from her fingers,
illuminating everything she touched.
When I was just ten,I wanted to die.The shadows priedthe light from my eyes,But for I have had friendswho ended their lives;too young to see it,broken and dried.We do not forget them.
all EYES on me.
Thinking that you saint but God'S EYES on you.
Nowadays in this era there's more I than WE.
Convicted of my talents as I stand in court of imprisonment face to face with the judge.
never censor the dirty words.
unleash the violet memories of
your violent childhood:
lilac frocks and pomegranite seeds
and leftover boo-boos
because sometimes
daddy couldn't see you
I AM BLACK AND I AM PROUD
The color of my skin
The way i walk and talk
Offend you i am sorry i cant change that
I wont go undercover to please you
I wont change the tone of my voice
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They scream.
Tunes of fright
Drip from open mouths.
Like fat raindrops
Green falls from the sky
The boy was corrupting her like a leech stuck to her skin
But she didn’t know any better so she stuck by him
She started changing slowly, didn’t even notice
In order for us to make it in this place called Earth,
We have to overcome challenges that are brought to upon us since birth.
For all that she was worth,
For all that she loved,
She was never loved back.
However,
In my dream, I was flying. Does it really count as flying if your body is vertical? I always picture "flying" as Superman's favorite mode of transportation. I guess I was floating, higher and higher until nothing on Earth fazed me.
In my dream, I was flying. Does it really count as flying if your body is vertical? I always picture "flying" as Superman's favorite mode of transportation. I guess I was floating, higher and higher until nothing on Earth fazed me.
Dear Raven, The naked mole-rat intentions that rashesthe film of your eyes nudges the clay whichcrumbles in a whisper, spotting a flutter,hissing into the dust I bite. Bathe under your chalky roof, sculpted fromliquor-sweet caresses that anchor yo
My Dearest Instructor,
What do I say to something that has single- handedly been able to change my entire perspective on life, even though I've never touched it first hand?
To a younger me:
You’re questioning a lot of things
and that’s fine.
Don’t be afraid, and don’t let
anyone else talk you out of it.
There is a room
Filled with plants
The sunshine makes an incredible bloom
There is a rooom
Filled with pots
Where growth occurs
The growth makes people bloom
There is a room
You. You always say that word better than I do. Your lips holding more passion and emotion than mine ever will when saying that word. I don't know how you do it. Maybe it is just who you are.
Dear friends against the people,
I am from the stories of the past
Compiled into the present.
Chicana they call me.
we are more.
more than you remember.
we were fire.
maybe I was just the lighter
maybe you were all the trees burning off us
maybe you saw me as the candle,
I write in gray
No hands when I drive
Blur my eyes until streetlights
And stars look alike
I take the long road home
To breathe and clear my mind
It's hard to fall asleep
The love you have is yours,
Yet you give it away to me.
Adding love to mine,
never dividing.
Flowers grow in the gardens,
yet no rain falls.
For your sun shines
and our joy like birds.
I was but a floating cloud, sailing the lonely sky. Until she burrowed into me, her the fairest bird, the first that I would find.
Shattered,
Into millions of glittering fragments,
The last remnants of the dream I held onto so fiercely
I watched it fall,
Even before it happened,
That wobbling self-fulfilling prophecy
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Yo, you as dumb as the sidewalk beneath my feet.
That’s why I feel dissing you is a waste of my
There was a day,
when there was no intuition in each.
These were the days of a child.
A child exists only to be true to themself,
to do what brings them joy.
Today is the day that we stress,
She rubbed her eyes so much
that the dark she saw every
Goddamn
Night
Turned like a frivolous little inchworm
Turned big
Wings
lie upright you sleepless flowers
sometimes a drought brings endless water
and shallow roots will grow
but growth is not the issue
as heavy things do rise
Dear sister, I miss you,
But I know you were blue,
So no more will I cry.
You are happier in the sky.
I don't think it was right
To take your own life,
But you couldn't hold on.
He long time now flown into state
having 30 years been discharged for
its funny how still I await
the day when he'd return from war
We are brethensNot all by bloodBut rather by our crude pastWe are not from one bloodBut we a
Within my heart is a darkness, darker than any known object in the universe.
But with darkness comes a light, a light only few can ignite.
The darkness within has fought hard a valitently,
But the light has overcome,
I recite from the script he wrote me
Memorized every line, I'm sure of it
Yet I still turn to him, in fear
Search his face for approval
For who am I, but the new girl
Silent Sea
by Matthew J. S.
Silence could be a friend or it’s a foe
It could be your needed peace or untoward to your war
The curtains rise on the acts of my life,
And already there's confusion among the crowd.
Nobody's bullied me.
Nobody's pushed me,
Nobody's jeered,
Nobody's called me names,
A flower made of fire
Was consumed by fear
And went up in smoke.
"Kick down the walls,
Open the window,
Let the light shine in.
Embrace the way your soul repeats,
'You are unique.'"
I transferred collegesThat was fun
Except I stick out like a sore thumb
I came from an all girls school
With LGBT friends
Didn’t you hear?
Up is actually down,
And firm no’s…
actually just mean yes
You can do whatever you want,
Who I was...
Who I was?
Was I any different
From myself today
Yes... definitely
I remember, a beautiful sight
Short but spunky
Beautiful; naturally
Alas, I had no inclination in me
The earth, so cold, the people upon it made her that way.She gives and gives and all we do is take.
Often times, as we progress through life, we find ourselves at a crossroad between knowing and the abyss of not knowing.
How can we be so sure that knowledge is power and ignorance is bliss?
Simple.
Looking in the distance
Towards the judgemental figures
Hiding in the crowd from their cruel jokes
Eyes like fire burning your skin from your bone
The greatest strength
I've seen in people I've known,
Is their ability to
Reject the love
They are offered
In order to receive
The love
They deserve.
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I always knew there was something about you
But never had the courage to really know
I would see you here and there
But never would speak to you
A hi and bye
Lying in my crystal room, thinking of the sun and moon.Cold and numb, hollowed and filled with memory.Lying about those crystal glasses, my hangover will strike soon.
Fiction is where Imagination roams wild
But Imagination is where Fiction comes to life
Deep within the pages lies the story of one child
You creep into my mind
And it's like I can't be sane without you.
You kept me high all the time.
Your touch was so intoxicating.
All I want is to have you in my arms again
And hear your voice next to my ear.
Without this one thing, I don't know what I'd be working towards.
Without this one thing, we'd all just be slaves to life's tedious chores.
What's the point of all this if status was our only motivation?
Crack of dawn I smear my war paint,
Slathering it on, free of restraint.
My life would become an empty abyss
If I were to go Make-up-less.
Ready for battle earless to complaint.
Le Freak by Chic makes me move my feet.
I dance to the trance of the bass-filled beat.
Feeling and finding the groove and rhythm of the instruments.
I will never forget last summer. I had always read in those girly books that the summer before senior year is a magical time of romance, ice cream, and sunny soCal beaches. I wanted to make summer memorable. But not for the reasons it was.
You told me goodbye today -- 11 o’clock at night -- I thought I was safe,
wrapped up in my sheets but the light of my phone illuminated the bags under my eyes.
Electric addictionI feel it come to meIt enters my veinsIt pulses straight through me. My blood now is stainedby this sonic addictionWith reason I tryto decide my conviction This, the one thingthat dizzies my mind...Allowing me toLeave the real wo
I was never meant to attain remission;
The persistent emptiness was always terminal.
You were the IV
that pumped saline through my veins,
the sheets
Waves cascading along my walls,
Relentless sound among the parted air.
Her words within those that brought me there,
On paper, they were elliptical tipped lines she scrawled.
There is a certain oblivion
That comes with optimism
A certain Naivety
That comes with love
13 I loved you
14 Your perfect
15 Your With him
16 What happened?
And though I miss
I wish I could eat my pen.
And the ink inside it, and all the paper in my notebooks,
And all the books I've written tens of thousands of times
Over and over again in hopes of becoming perfection.
Just another day,
Waiting for Peter Pan,
To come and take to take you away,
To go to Neverland.
Yes, you see it now.
With Captain Hook's sword,
Digging deeper into your skin.
With the mermaids,
Metaphorically I am a simile,
like an allusion,
I AM an oxymoron,
a flagrant euphemism,
a hyperbolic faux-pas,
so masculine, I could metonymously eat a feminist,
A house divided could not stand,
A heart broken by things unplanned,
An empty bottle, knife in hand,
A drowning soul upon dry land,
Every thought she has says quit,
When sunshine comes through your window in the morning
And when the wind gives you a cool breeze on a hot day
I saw the sounds,
I heard the light.
I never thought;
I'd shine so bright.
Surely there's a reason there
Somewhere in gossamer wind
For all the darkly depressions
That hold so tight my friend
Hold my hand and walking me over there
Give me over and tell them what to do
I won’t fight, I promise
Don’t say goodbye, and don’t tell me you love me, just leave
I’ll find a way to go on
the lies go on,
never once ceasing
hitting my heart
as it continues bleeding
like a river of hate
your speech spills out
why do you do this?
i just want to drown
Life is climbing a mountain, and we’re only at the base
Some of us are given ropes and pickets
Others provided with TNT to blow the mountain away
Midnight cruising,
using city lights as stars, and abusing the history under us.
As we sit downcity we wondered does the dream die if the people do.
Those flittering scenes that
traipse through the windows,
those relics of discourse,
the redolence of vivacity -
Godforsaken duration
in witless observation.
I will paint pigeons.
Sun don't reach here boy,
Ain't no shine 'round these parts boy;
Need'a get used to gloom.
Sun won't reach here boy,
You best forget those dreams;
It causes fights it starts jealousy
it tears up friends it cuts down dreams
it makes you sad it makes you mad
it makes you embarrassed
If ego were no more we'd start
to build each other up.
Smell the ozone filling the air
See the people perspire with fear
One by one the lights wink out
As the skies release one great big shout
The sky has scared itself it seems
Teddy dreamed of being soft.
When he wasn't squinting, lest the white hot Jesus eyes seared his retinas,
When he wasn't floating on a cherry soda stream of delicious pain,
You Don't Fool Me
You Can't Hurt Me
My Heart Got An Armor That Protects Me
So You Won't Be Able To Stab Me In The Heart Again
I Gain Confidence More Than A Cat Being Thrown In A Rain
When the toes of my shoes dangled off two inch concrete cliffs,
you put a hand on my shoulder.
I wasn't sure if you were going to pull me into you or push.
The cars whizzed by.
The first thing a young woman learns,Is to criticize.We are taught to see only our imperfections.We are taught to look into the mirror and self destruct.We focus on our faults.Of course we taunt others..
Limbs are lengthy like a tree.
The smile is blossoms for all to see.
Voice of syrup sweetly flows,
Kind despite all the highs and lows.
Through each winter the life persists,
When I was younger, I wanted to be an artist.I wanted to be like my sister who made her room her own personal museum of art,complete with a shooting star as her cieling and a 9 by 12 beach to keep her warm, even in winter.
I have come to a consensus
To respect my bare hands,
And to gleam at the man I have built
To add structure to surrounding lands.
I have also learned over time
To disregard the closed doors,
I have come to a consensus
To respect my bare hands,
And to gleam at the man I have built
To add structure to surrounding lands.
I have also learned over time
To disregard the closed doors,
When you run with the earth
Pounding a drum against your souls
Heart beating faster
Breath coming quicker.
When you run from your mother’s womb
An alien to the world you entered
You’re looking in his eyes
And you seem to be falling for his lies
You can’t seem to see
The secrets behind that smile
You don’t know
That honesty isn’t his style
I take your hand and walk to the ledge
Looking over the steep edge
Ready for the jump, but not for the fall
So here I stand, trying to stall
We take a step and look down
f(x)=a(ng+el)*r[e(y-e)^s]
I am a complex math function
that you cannot understand.
So, what do you do first?
Step 1: Factor completely.
Extract my primes and variables,
Hi,
I Slept Under A Bridge Last Night.
No, I'm not homeless,
I did it to see was my Family really Family
If Friends were really Homey's
It was bait on the rod that I threw out
When close our eyes and open them its funny
because we see everything that we seen the first time our eyelids meet
Nothing Change.
And that's how the world if going to be
Recall the past and think of me as dear,Your heart will crack but life will still drag on;Remember me as I depart from here.
It's that trap muzak
misspelled rap muzak
or crap muzak
either way it's that muzak
I miss the days when Raven Symone was black muzak
hope Musiq Soulchild comes back
but not back muzak
To your smooth shining surface
To your razor sharp edge
You are my sinister brush
For this hurting canvas
Sadly holding you tightly
Gliding you across the delicate surface
The days were normal as we carried on.
Falling started and balance gone awry
As she went not knowing she would be gone;
The stomach lump that made us say goodbye.
The specialist told us the grim news that
We are the shadows of the world,
Unseen and unknown, alone and feared,
Our masks are made of flesh and blood,
But people still run and lie to our faces,
The doctors do not know what we are,
What is energy? I am energy.
What is positiveness? I am positiveness.
What is an optimist? I am a optimist.
What is kindness? I am kindness.
What is endurance? I am endurance.
What is patience? I am patience.
What is energy? I am energy.
What is positiveness? I am positiveness.
What is an optimist? I am a optimist.
What is kindness? I am kindness.
What is endurance? I am endurance.
What is patience? I am patience.
I have nothing,
Nothing in the slightest, but thats alright,
if I have nothing, you can't take from me, right?
