New City | G. S. Katz
Let’s move to a new city
Nondescript
Middle of nowhere
Open space
Buy up the whole floor
Top story
We’ll make love all the time
Go for long walks
Even get an espresso machine
I’m in
Are you?
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A Woman's Dream | Raviera
To Whoever said come out of your dreams and live in the real
world…
Dreaming is the only time to feel real freedom…
I dream of a safe environment for my sisters and daughters.
I dream of freedom.
I dream of world where love and kindness is real.
I dream of a world where I can breathe freely.
I dream of a world where I am looked upon with respect.
I dream of a world free of envy, hatred and fear
A world of justice.
I dream, I dream and I dream…and…I wish my eyes never opened…
inspired by every woman’s dream…
Broken | Raviera
Nothing killed me
No one could beat me
I won a thousand wars against many
And still I stood with my head held high
And a big smile
But the day my own people abandoned me
Something died in me
Now I am not alive anymore
I breathe no more
I see no more
I am no more
The Shore of Silence | Taraneh Javanbakht
Grumbled again the tired wave of travel
in the charm of being in love with the
shore of silence. The reminiscences of
slavery were the bitter mysteries of its
seclusion. Finally in freedom it intended
not to like except the sad melodies. It
addressed the thirsty soil with its clamour:
“O! soil, my melodies for you became
the collisions of hope, my drops for you
the witnesses of life, I only demand you
to think alike, you became the quiet share
for my zenith.”
The noble share answered in this way:
“O! wave, pride of my stature, spectator
of my captivity, firmness of my body,
your breast is my sky, honour of the
sea-mother, hero of waters! The years
this silence nestled in my heart. The
oppression of the brand of the sunshine,
acquaintance of my wound, the sky is not
any more a sympathetic friend for me,
the story of the stars is not in my mouth,
the captivity of earth became my bitter
narrative.”
More at http://www.javanbakht.net.
Office Girl | G. S. Katz
She’s more than a girl
She’s a man’s woman
A bit UK in a lovely American way
All the curves a man could drink in in a lifetime
Going to see her
Her boss buys from me
But not often
No worries though, those curves man, those curves
No Free Passes | Scott Thomas Outlar
There is nothing new under the sun,
especially on a morning when the clouds
turn the world a shade of gray,
blotting out all sense of warmth
as the skin becomes blistered and fragile
against the sharpness of Winter’s bite.
One more step closer
to the yawning grave
that waits with perfect patience.
Everyone will die in the end.
The reaper has no worries
while going about such a simple job.
Batting a thousand with pinpoint precision.
He just hit another one out of the park.
There is no way to pitch around this guy.
More at http://17numa.wordpress.com/.
Not Me | Melissa Carruthers Wilson
If for one second
U ever think that u got away with
Hurting me
U didn’t
For you see I had no privacy
No rights
No hope & I was only a shell of my former self.
So, see, It wasn’t even me at all
More at http://twitter.com/funnycomedianch and on Instagram at missyonthanet.