Anxious.I retire from the crowd, feeling kinda strange.More Like This
This anxiety is drowning me, somethings gotta change.
I gotta get in my mind's soul and start to rearrange––
your confidence for my sadness, care for an exchange?
This loneliness has company,
Gaining on me subtly,
I'm handing out custody,
I'm left with nil––utterly.
I think about tomorrow; wasting my today.
Already feel broke, before I even gotta pay.
I hear what I wanna hear, not what you have to say.
Losing bits of self; as I try and make my way.
This stressing is messing––
maybe it's a blessing;
dressing up depressing.
Trying to fool me, as it's assessing––
keeping me on my toes daily; guessing.
I need a change, now
I want to be the cause of "wow"
Just give me a go; allow,
I'll be the answer to your "how".
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Don't StepDon’t step to meMore Like This
I may wear a frilly pink skirt, but I will TAKE YOU in a fight.
Not even because I’m angry, I could just use the exercise
In humility, so throw me your best haymaker, and I’ll take it, because I’ve never had a bone too beautiful to break it. No, throw me to the ground and I’ll memorise the sound because it’s profound that you think your pride can push ME around.
They say words are the way to make a man break. But while you’re focussed on finding a phrase to prove your ego more great, you won’t see my hands palming your hate. Making mental memos of words, mementos of the curse. Those things you think will hurt me that I’ll later ridicule in verse.
Don’t step to me, no.
In fact, you should fear me, my foe.
I fight like a COWARD.
I fight like I fear every moment of pain, like a boy whose stuffed tiger was taken away, like no eye-gouge is too cruel for someone in my way. This isn’t a weekend spar, a
From Time To Time.From Time To Time.More Like This
Want to know the value of ten years?
Why don’t you try asking a newly divorced couple?
And see if they have any wasted tears.
Want to know the value of three years?
Why don’t you try asking an exhausted graduate?
And see if they are ready to start their career.
Want to know the value of nine months?
Why don’t you try asking a distraught mum?
And see if she misses her baby bump.
Want to know the value of four weeks?
Why don’t try asking someone who has been fired?
And see if they like prospect of living on the streets.
Want to know the value of an hour?
Why don’t you try asking someone who missed their alarm?
And see if they still had time to eat breakfast and shower.
Want to know the value of a minute?
Why don’t you try asking someone who missed the last train?
And see if they will be momentarily pushed to their limits.
No matter the amount,
Every single moment counts.
Even when the first day becomes every day
And all the seconds a
Fortunate.Fortunate.More Like This
Eat up all your food, even the vegetables.
Do you know how many kids who would die for your plate?
Do not even think you are leaving the table.
At this rate, you can forget about going out with your mates.
But mamma even if I ate all my dinner they will still be starving.
Eating all this food would not change that.
If they were here right now, I would have no problem with halving.
At least then it would feel like I gave back.
Son, you do not understand me.
Do you know how lucky you are to live the life you lead?
To be able to refuse food so candidly.
When these are things that kids in Africa desperately need.
No buts because you have always had it this way,
You do not realise how good you have got it.
You have no idea what it is like to wake up each and every day
In poverty with no possible way to escape from it.
You have no idea what it is like to wake up to no running water,
Living like a pauper with a crying 6 month year old daughter.
You have no idea what it
Hunting of the Job.Hunting of the Job.More Like This
C.V after C.V.
Praying for kind words from referees.
Constant online submissions.
Bolstering my employable ammunition.
Researching and rewording.
Hoping they will label me as deserving.
In order to better my position.
Forcefully financing a high level of optimism.
Application after application.
Attempting to obtain any occupation.
Compromising my preferred industry.
Approaching each interview cynically.
Signing up to multiple age
Food FightDuring lunch today,More Like This
There was a little fight.
Everyone was throwing food,
As if they were in a fright.
There goes the pizza,
The bananas, hot dogs, and rice,
Flying across the room,
Watch out! Here comes ice!
The cafeteria had turned into a warzone,
With food flying around.
The principal had come in,
To investigate the sound.
No one had saw him,
And they continued to fight.
What the principal had saw was unbelievable,
No it wasn’t alright.
Someone threw a cherry pie,
Which landed on his head.
Now you have detention,
And his face is really red.
Accidental Exchanges.Accidental Exchanges.More Like This
There are some things you can only tell a stranger.
Because there are no formal feelings to endanger.
There is no sentimental connection
And therefore no misapprehensions.
The conversation can be left with no remainders.
Accept meNobody wants to be lonelyMore Like This
But, sometimes, we want to be alone.
In peace, with only our thoughts
And poems for company.
Don't get me wrong, I love my friends
But my family has always been here
Since I remember
And the poetry has been here
For even longer
Since the beginning of times
Since my spirit was but a spec of light
So if I ask you to leave me alone
I don't mean to be rude at all
I just want to be myself
That's the way I am.
I hope you can accept it...
Unclassified.Unclassified.More Like This
I am not British nor am I English,
I am a member of the planet earth.
My skin is black making it hard to distinguish
That I do not belong to any specific turf.
Although my passport may say otherwise
And there may be boxes I am forced to tick.
My Continental ties are instrumental in their eyes.
Just like you, I am vulnerable to stones and sticks.
My hair may be curly and my nose may be wide
But my extremities are bound to any communal cemetery.
If you would be willing to compare a picture of our insides.
You will see that our differences are purely elementary.
Yet you are conditioned to see me as incompatible
And this misplaced backhand is something I can understand.
Even though your judgments are far from factual.
Despite our fathers demands, I will still openly shake your hand.
I may wear trainers and you may wear shoes.
You might like rock music and I might prefer rap and reggae.
My team may win today and your team may lose.
But we both will eat, sleep and
Norman Rockwell, All American DeviantMore Like This
Norman Rockwell, All American Deviant
Norman Rockwell Tribute by Sarafinconcepts
Few artists have so definitively reflected the lives of average Americans as Norman Rockwell.
He began his lifetime dedication to being the “America’s Illustrator” as the 19-year-old art editor for Boys’ Life, the house publication of the Boy Scouts of America. A few years later he assumed his more famous position at The Saturday Evening Post, though he never broke his ties with the Boy Scouts. His
A Tribute to Robin WilliamsMore Like This
A Tribute to Robin Williams
Robin Williams Tributeby EmilyStepp
Why did we delay for more than a week the publishing of this remembrance? Because to properly reflect the impact of this loss on the millions of Robin Williams fans worldwide, we wanted to be sure to capture a true sense of the torrent of love for Robin pouring in from the community in the form of heartfelt portraits and other tribute art.
We chose the “best” pieces to accompany our own prose tribute, but the “best” kept being supplanted by