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She doesn't love a him  a him who makes her smile  and says her eyes looks like honey a him who understands her  through  and through  
"social distancing" No more dog walks at the park Drive-thru or take-out Grocery shopping More time spent with family Increased TV time
Hello Mr. mustang, please don’t text while you drive Unless of course you are ready to die In that case please don’t do it here When children and innocent people are near For not everyone is prepared for their death
Your fingers slowly push on my shoulder, And lower back, Quietly pulling me closer to you. Until our hearts are pressed together, Beating as one.
Scars Still present From when My old self Died   And I began To hide  And stay away   Small scars On my legs From when Writing Couldn't keep
I'm riding in front of you. Hopefully you can SEE me. In my rearview I see you holding your phone in front of your face.
I never thought I'd feel this way After the things I've seen I thought my heart hid itself away What could this mean?   I don't shake like I used to There isn't this fear anymore
My heart flowed to your hand As easy and as seamlessly As the quilts my grandma used to make.
I would turn toward the swampand wonder what crawledbeneath the skunk cabbage,and then belly under, survey.
What looms beyond the trees—a monster black.   I see his visage clear, and hear its moan.   I wait to feel the claws upon my back,   Then wrap around my neck intent to choke.  
In a stereotypical patriarchal society,  I would soon have wifely duties and keep my mouth shut.  How boring.    "Your poor boyfriend," they say because I remind him, in the future,
the first picture taken of me sits in an altar by my bedside, a reminder of everything I have been given from day one. a baby, curls of onyx in my eyes, nose-deep in a book.
Put that gun down Young one. You may be feeling red, But you’ll be seeing red. If you use that there gun.   It won’t solve Nothing. But cause a whole lot of Dread, 
Poetry kept her safe; Poetry kept her sane. When words pile up within her brain and Threaten to explode, She turned to ink and paper. Poetry gave her comfort; Poetry gave her an escape.
I write with the gentleness I want through others support,  I write with the reassurance I want when I feel I fall short.    Poetry can listen in ways people cannot, It is a written way to organize a thought. 
Please pay attention Get off of the cell phone Prevent disaster from happening Always stay on the horn Travels should be handled with care Move forward cautiously Manage your time wisely
I'm better with writting, normally stumbling with words. So what is it I have to say? What is it that I've kept inside? What are the words flooding my mind?   In your arms I am safe and warm
I think the day you told me That the words ‘post-traumatic stress disorder’ Could be applied to my name Is the day I was truly went crazy.   The day that poems started falling
The forest, its filled with trees, and bees, they land on the flowers and the trees. The forests, its filled with animals, and rivers, they run through the trees.  The forest,
 You said you had to find yourself  Which was confusing to me  Cause I see you so clearly  Your crystalline eyes like marmalade in the sunlight Your hair like chestnuts Cascading down your spine under your snapback   Brushing it out of your face w
Text me when you're home Safely Did you eat? I can buy you something Gave you all my love All I could give But what I couldn't do was Forgive
The swaying of The  Willow Tree's  leaves is like the swaying  of a little  girl doing an elegant  dance    And as its long beautiful  hair grows  down to the ground I 
Because I love you I will put you over me, You before me. Because I love you Respecting you will come before all, No matter where we go. Because I love you Your dreams will be mine,
Today I finally felt was it was like to feel safe, to have that comfort of a home. I never knew what safety was. 15 different houses that I remember, that were and are supposedly "homes."
An outbreak of an illness may cause several people harm to those who surround the infected. The case began with students on a campus who visited the informatory at the same time, as these students suspected
Stop what you are doing and make believe this thought: Pretend you are alone & safe on a Himalayan mountain Meditate & somehow find yourself sitting there in a warm room.   At peace & willing -
While driving about One must think twice It really is not worth it To hold a handheld device Putting safety first One must pay close attention Always be cautious In order to prevent a sullen situation
Of the many things wrong, I find this one to have a grip on me, strong We need reform Let us perform A societal change Refute the strange
  Faces facing forward, Focus Fixated on the Flag. God Bless America, Land of the Free and those Good-for-Nothing Mexican Scumbags.   Hand over Heart, Hand over Ears, over Eyes,
ROAD SAFETY By R.K. Dhiman  Road safety for everyone, Careless driving saves none,
A year ago your angry handsLeft red and purple sunset marks on my porcelain skin.Your lips dripped honey-covered apologies,But nothing ever really changed.
What we do, what we say, how we think, be aware, and repeat. Take the fruit from the low hanging tree, easy to take, easy to see, thank you to the low hanging tree, and repeat.
theres a beautiful silence hereas eyes droop and ears mufflesomething courses throughyour body, unexpectedbut gorgeous, warmed from the inside outclosing old wounds knitting together broken hearts
  Night falls, The screams began. Thundering hooves On the pavement A high pitched yelp It’s my own. My long legs Running from darkness. Towards the white light.
She wore her hair a certain way, so she could cover her face. No one would question her puffy eyes, it was her disguise. He saw her once; her hair all down,hiding her face filled with disgrace.
Poetry is an expression and release An outlet to the overflowing plugs of life- a place that listens when the world denies your existence. I write to be heard. To be understood and for my opinions to be considered
Police… Hope for quiet… Someone calls in frightened… Hoping the law will save the day… Ten-four!   Mother… Sends son for milk… Halfway there silence breaks…
I had a math teacher  When I was in eighth grade We' d hang out at his house And play video games   I thought it was a little strange I thought he was weird But, he let us smoke weed
I know it isn't cold, But perhaps my hands are. Yes they are fingerless, Which makes no sense to you. But the cold is not the reason I wear them.   I wear the gloves for safety,
You see that girl You see that mother down on her knees Crying for help as she lays with that girl with her eye closed stand there..
Have you ever sat there, In the ice  rain to watch  The droplets crash into the barren ground? The destruction of their perfect form, Beautiful and sad.   Have you ever sat there
My imagination chauffeurs my sensation. Safely to where? I don’t care.   Afar from my fears, and my worthless tears. Keeping my thoughts from my battles fought. In the rain to ease the pain.
People often wonder why I like to close my eyes. How strange it is, to want to see without sight. Or produce colour, where there is only darkness. Sometimes, the world is too much. Too dull, or just all wrong.
Has my heart fallen into the pits of dispair or have I still yet to learn the basic functionings of breathing Must I vouch for love for the sake of others as I
My father was a terrorist. He did not wear a turban, nor did he worship Allah, nor was his skin brown like the sun kissed sands of Arabia.
            Slowly, we dance our waltz, One two three, one two three, on and on, But I’m on two when you’re on one, And I know how this dance ends,             Slowly, the music builds,
In one hand I have safety In the other rests my heart Every time I try to unite them Everything falls apart   Why can’t things be simple Easy to figure out I once was so sure of the love
Haiku Stories, Volume 2: The Frog  
Define 'happy'.... feel smiling so quickly your brightness radiates out, and blinds you. But even blind you see 'happy' because the sound of your laughter, in blacked-out eyes, paints the northern lights on your mind.
I am an escape artist
I have a secret. It’s sad and it’s dark.
I demand change. In these twisted, damaging days. Where women are afraid to leave for work for fear of merciless rape Where people of color  cannot receive a fair wage
"I love you." Those 3 words, 8 letters, precious moments, elevate me   When I hear those words, my heart begins to race Frantically picking up its pace Blood rushes ot my face as I lose my grace
Hang him from the nearest tree A place like school is not for thee 2 adults were killed today One student injured Back in the day
The alarm is ringing and I've been woken,everything around me seems bleak and broken.  
fear lurks in the back of my mindeve
  Running for the Evening Sky   It seems these days all I do is run,
Do you really want to knowWhere in the world do we go?Close your eyes.   Can I ask you to hold me,To tell a great lie to me?Close your eyes.  
There really  isn't anything safe about the world we live. We walk outside of our homes everyday and only God knows what will happen. Because there aint nothin a prayer could do.
To write. To build people word by word, On a piece of paper, Scribbled sentences that form from the mind, To erase pain. To call upon instances in which you have lived life. To give others a chance.
I looked up and saw that dark shadow, My keys fell to the ground, and I knew I wasn't allowed to make a sound. The next few seconds went in a blur, Until you bashed my head against the window my words began to slur.
Those men who watch me when I walk home. They haven’t always watched, but I don’t remember when. Out of their windows in their cars as they pass by. Someone’s always watching me.
Feelings of sadness.
run from the wind the shore, the sea from the traitors of men and the locks and the keys. sprint from the castles the horses, the knights from the crown on the head and the storm within sight.
  Delicate is that fancy cell phone held, that sharp bottle sits, that youthful face drives. 
Dear Mom,     Hi.     Wow. This is Hard.
A young girl plays in the warm sunlight. Tag, you're it. Running, Laughing, Living. Hours pass. Like all children, the girl in the lavender dress is restless. Dusk.
I’ve seen many young die And it breaks my heart to this day to see photographs Buried underneath my diploma and school planners The washed out teddy bears still taped to street signs on corners
I’ve seen many young die And it breaks my heart to this day to see photographs Buried underneath my diploma and school planners The washed out teddy bears still taped to street signs on corners
Do not worry now my dear soldier,        my hand shall always rest upon        your broad wide shoulder. If fear courses through your brave viens        know that you will be safe.
I thought I had it all figured out I thought I knew  how to stop the walls from falling in again.  But they fell  and I'm begging of you please  to come save me again.
A joker isn’t always funny, A house isn’t always a home, A father isn’t always a dad, A bad person isn’t always an enemy. But twelve have passed, and thousands remain suffering. And by now it is Thursday,
Small Ones Alarm clocks hum in melodic increments Within the uniform raised ranchesWith the three car garagesThe golden retrieversAnd slightly wind-battered fences
It is an escape from reality, reality that is at times hard to bear, when nothing feels right, and my heart aches to fit in, but yearns for privacy, that is when I sneak,
Please excuse me for a moment, because I have to say something. I'm about full to burst, but I don't want to say it. I know I have to, though. We have a year, almost exactly, that's all and you'll be here
  What am I gonna do when you’re gone? Because you couldn’t let anybody in to hear the cries of your sad song. So tell me what am I gonna do when you’re gone?
Trust. Defined as the assured reliance on the character, ability, or truth of someone or something.   Trust is Knowing that what you believe in, what you put your hope in will not abandon you  
Some days are always full of sorrow And the only hope to which we somewhat cling Is the clean slate of tomorrow And the joy that it will bring
A hand of tension One finger down at a time Three...Two...One Eyes close The wind blows The rain falls The house falls The cradle tips A tear drops Our hearts break
I love burying myself under the soft waves and forming a new, blind world under the wet, blue blankets
Oh godess, hear my plea. I pray that you deliver me. I seek your help, I seek your care, I seek your judgement true and fair. I pray for mercy from this storm, I pray that you would lead me home.
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