I think my thoughts in poetry lines

In a secret train only few can catch

I speak my words in song & rhyme

In music only few can hear

Most don't even try to listen

Instead, they judge me in their ignorance

They point their finger & ask me why

But never let me speak

So I'll keep my secrets to myself

They will not see what they do not know

& what they do not know right now

They will never know

They had their chance

They gave it up

That's their loss

Can't take it back

I won't change my tune

To try & suit everyone

If you don't like it

I don't care

For there are others, those who do

& with them I'll gladly share

Maybe, one of those

Is you?

So I'll think my thoughts in poetry lines

& if you can catch this secret train

Then you'll hear my words of song & rhyme

In music you will understand

BY: Me (Chanelle J)

5th July 2017

©CJ

good against evil.

the stories we live as real:

phoenix feather in wands

out of black fire hope

deformed into siblings desire

the real multi-story:

charred concrete rebar buckled

under a thin skin cloth

wrapping the living in a funeral pyre

the crowds branded bear flaming torches

"retire retire"

in the hunt for the monster of brands

Corporation is a many logo homicide

corpses trail the greed

slavery

poisoned

starved

phantoms that live for one creed. Wealth.

dark shadows papers paint as evil

Islam right to left

Christian left to right

where are the warriors. we are the warriors that

put their lives down for lies

fight one another because of lies

difference themselves with lies

no more . skies are smudged black

a windowless tower makes howls

in the wind where bodies rest melted into it

denial and rage of suffering bonds all skin shackled by evil corporations

founded by our Law

the land is ours and the Law only

that we agree to be subjects of

in freedom

Grab fire. Run in the streets and in peace bring light to shine on the truth

there is no magic wand in this story

but out of the fire

new weapons will be forgedin our history

we are the warriors it is our battle.

councillors, ministers, officers should walk amongst us not ahead or

hovering above us.

that darkness of oppression. hanging threat is filled with our own Phoenix from

the embers of a burning stone

the monster is out of control and the state that made it. knows it.

we are the warriors. walk with us

You found me too much chaos,

But it wasn't me who was too much.

It was you, who was only used to perfect weather -

Sunny skies and moonlit nights.

But you didn't realise,

That the moment on you I set my eyes,

You had been loved by a hurricane.

Ritika. Jolly

The shrieking roc dives from the endless sky

Banshee's shrill scream urges me through thick sand

The breath of its colossal wings pass by

King of eagles blasts into the scorched land.

Black embers score my skin as the roc strains

In ebon sand that throbs with the sun's rays

I drink in the sand's power--fire floods my veins;

Set alight, I harness the charred sands' blaze.

A charcoal swell surges at my command--

Then twists away of its own strange accord

Given life by some invisible hand

The sand's black coils claim the sky's fallen lord.

I will never forget this novel feat

Of the sand that lives in the searing heat.

She passes before me, casting 

a bright light of confidence

And the way she walks,

like she can't wait to explore

I love the smile she has

it gives so much emotion,

excitement, wonder and the love

of the unconditional

She wonders why she draws 

men like months but

I have to turn away

sometimes, for I am drawn, too

How can I tell her that 

the reason for her glow

is not her shape and form

but the glow of her spirit?

This is not love just 

unconditional infatuation

This is not love, just

the rants of the lonely

Black ink from my reservoir pen,

twists on an uncontrolled surface.

Like a contorted vane too tired to revolve,

I compose in my head my last contentions.

The last thing I wanted to do, was to hurt any of you.

For reasons you just can't see, the pressure was getting to me.

My demons were not effortless,

a dark coil inside of me needed to be released.

It was like lacerating a butterflies wings.

I hunger for you to know I never meant to cease.

The last thing I wanted to do, was to hurt any of you.

For reasons you just can't see, the pressure was getting to me.

I recognize I don't need your absolution, and you don't need mine.

Take every segment of me including my love, compassion and voice

and transmit it to the masses. 

Find solace that I am now where I need to be.

The last thing I wanted to do, was to hurt any of you.

For reasons you just can't see, the pressure was getting to me.

Smeared in crimson hate

Yet glittered in aqua passion

Love is my favorite taste

Like waves that come crashing

Fill my heart with hopeful lies

I still see the truth through your deceiving eyes

I've been aimlessly searching for my home 

Ever since the day I was born 

I've been looking for love in the arms of the wrong

I've been suppressing this heart wrenching pain for so long

I'm not sure if I consider that to be weak or to be strong

But I do know one day I will find where I belong 

(Edit #2)

Acheteur, prenez garde!... 

J'ai vu ton destin!... 

Accrocher dans l'air... 

Monter la tempête...

Bébé, tu peux faire du 

Clown... 

Tourner l'autre joue... 

Acheteur, prenez garde...

C'est ainsi qu'ils 

Gagnent... 

Acheteur, prenez garde!...

L'enfance en flammes!...

Témoin de grands crimes...

Personne ne reproche.

Bébé, tu peux faire du

Clown...

Tourner l'autre joue...

Acheteur, prenez garde...

C'est ainsi qu'ils

Gagnent... 

La danse, les cheveux vivants arrivent,

flottent sur une épingle 

Acheteur, prenez garde!... 

Le bouillon provient du stock. 

Bébé, tu peux faire du

Clown...

Tourner l'autre joue...

Acheteur, prenez garde...

C'est ainsi qu'ils

Gagnent... 

©

2017

Bunny Villaire 

There's a place to hang a hammock

on the hill above your house.

Here we are free

and know each other to be beautiful.

It pains me to see you grow

up up and away

to see you suck in your stomach

and sit up straight under their gaze

- the boys' -

because you love it when they look at you.

And that's okay.

But don't let their eyes give you your value.

You're worth so much more.

Like when you sillywalk down the hillside

or sing loudly out of tune or when your face twists 

because your mouth isn't wide enough 

to let all your laughter out.

I come second to you, but I don't mind.  

I've always sought out lights brighter than mine

in the hopes of illuminating something larger that I.

And so that I can hide.

But I can see where you broke,

where your spine snapped

from twisting back to please others

and the holes they left

and how you're insecure about the way

the tops of your thighs rub together.

Or the way you tiptoe around your mother.

There's a place to hang a hammock

on the hill above your house.

It's quiet here

and I hope you can see

you deserve so much better

than what they're giving you.