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You waited
To you who said no to those football friends
that told you to get laid with the cheerleader who 'played'
With all the other boys.
I commend you brave Soldier.
I love that you patiently waited for me, all this time.
That you were strong enough to turn away from lust's gaze.
Though you didn't know me then you loved me enough
to never to be tempted by their dark lures.
You loved me, you waited for me, you longed for me.
Even when temptation lay at your feet, you held strong.
Because to you there was nothing more precious than me.

Dead Bird HeartI never noticed the way ash looks like feathers.

I become aware of the shores where my body
folds to meet itself, doubles over so that my hair
seems to grow like roots into the ground

keeping me from ever lifting my head again.

Of all the things she told me, she missed this one:
what to do with the ashes.

Hers is a dead bird heart—
grey-haired and grey-feathered.
She is paler than she has any right to be,
ashen—

But her eyes are open, and she can see the sky
where a roof once was.

graveyardthis is not a resting place:

the decay is neatly trimmed back
with the hedges each day
and is not suffered to spread.

the dead are shaken from the dust
in which they lay
while officials rush about like gnats,

planting, polishing,
upkeeping.

there is cement, gleaming marble,
bright, carefully tended flowers:
no dust, no chaos,
no overflow.

they cannot close their eyes.

Irony -C-
Irony is a school sign misspelling "excellense"
In pink crayoned colors with butterfly wings.

Karma is the second grader pointing it out
As he pulls his wet thumb from his mouth.

The delightful charm of seven-year-olds
tugging aged old gum from school benches.
It's almost sad that teachers never studied
the speckled dots of children's brains.

Kids running past the sign during recess
always miss its golden rule.

And nobody questions it; they are innocent
innocent like lollipops and ice-cream cones.
Why should they be expected to know?
When colored rainbows call their names?
Leave them to their hop-scotch and freeze tag.

Irony

Heirloom (C)
'She shown in many colors,
these stripes of golden freedom.
We fought beneath her glory,
bleeding on this 'ld battlefield for her cause.
With young spirits we fight on through the night.
She waves above us all, forever standing proud.
With her blues, her reds and snow colored whites.

It feels like holding America in my hands
as I gaze upon this decades-old treasure:
brilliantly colored threads held together
by the courage of those who fight.
Freedom is a family treasure, passed
from one generation of soldiers to
the children and grandchildren they defended.'

The Layers
She always wrote in black,
With dark layers around the ink.
I use to think she was crazy,
That she had some kind of problem.
Until the day I heard her sing in defeat.

'This pain is so intense,
The bleeding in my heart never stops.
Never…never…stops.
Is there an antidote to this sadness?
Can this constant madness ever go away?
I'm alone in the darkness, forever its slave.'

Once upon a time, in a distant dream…
Where no one is ever set free.
I saw a scene I couldn't believe.
Poor girl in black, colored in layers,
Cries in her sleeves, begging for relief.
Shame covered her cuts, guilt her scars.
I felt her pain

Someone else
You dreamed to be someone else.
Someone different, someone worthy.
But by your senseless dreaming,
You missed out on the one person
who truly loves you for who you are.
But you sought to change into someone else.
And lost the one thing you longed to have.
My love.

The Stars Whisper
Bullets sang your lullaby late into the night.
Stars stand in remembrance to this day.
Of all the bodies that surrounded your grave.
The trees heard the silence of death.
If I could speak to the dead… to you.
I'd let you know the stars don't forget.
They still whisper your story late into the night.

SugarcoatYou, you are like sandpaper to my soul,
Scraping the edges to sooth me down.
You never sugarcoat the truth for my sake,
You give me the truth and hope my heart doesn’t break.
She was never a dream; she was just your reality.
I am the fantasy, covered in layers of memories.

PearlWe have all heard the saying 'There are plenty of fish in the sea.' I don't want no crummy fish, I want a sparkling pearl. Those aren't easy to find in the sea, but I'll keep looking!

Convenience
When you adopted me from that stranger
You never thought of the time it’d take to love me.
The messes I’d make, I’m only a puppy,
Teach me what you want and I’ll learn.
Don’t just take me to the proud,
Where the needle might be my fate.
Just because I wasn’t convenient enough for you…

When you slept with my daddy,
It was never true when he said he loved you.
But you learned that the hard way,
That cold rainy day you when found out about me.
And you smiled with glee, until he said to abort me.
You never thought of the circumstances, of falling prey to him.
And now you walk into t

Winter loveTwilight on the California beach,
the soft cry of seagulls filling the air.
Sand crabs dancing beneath my feet,
as the low lure of the waves draw me in.
Hand gliding through the surf, flowing
with the strength of the deep, grasping
unto the tip of a feather.

That’s when I remember you the most,
your frantic scream breaking me from my daydreams.
“Are you crazy lady? It’s thirty degrees!”
Those words, they continue to run their course.
Stepping from the ocean, blackbird feather in hand,
I turn to look at you, to see that dumb founded gaze.
“You don’t know the half of it.” I laughed.

Winters are unlike

Dear young soldier
You pulled the trigger,
Saved all those lives.
You carried your comrade,
Across the enemy lines.
Scarred and broken, armless and scared.
You led them to Heaven's paradise.
Brave young soldier tell me why,
Why oh why did you tie that noose?
Did not home smell so clean and safe
Once you rested between stainless sheets?
Was the taste of her welcome home kiss not enough?
Or the comfort of hot coffee satisfying?
Were these memories of bloodied battles-
so strong that you could no longer stand it?
That the only freedom that you fought for,
Spoke to you in the strands of this rope?
Were the reasons you fought blinded now?
By the s

To you lovely Virgin
To you lovely Virgin.

When their taints and mockery grows chaotic,
Take Purity's hand and let her lead you to Serenity.
Dear Virgin your innocence is more precious than pleasure.
Your heart matters far more than his lies of love within dirty kisses.
You, dear child hold your head high when they call you 'Virgin.'
For they mock you because they are far worse than a cockroach-covered trash bag.
Wanting you to join their way of inward suicide, dying daily by their own mistakes.
Dear young Precious Virgin you are a treasured gem among darkened used coals.
Your truth, patience abstinence is a light in this darkness.
To each truth, to

Dead is deadLet me die –on
a-Rainy night
Where the color sways –and-
Redemption –comes-
In time.
Waiting for the promise –of
the- morning dew –in-
Translation –you’re-
Beautiful -on
this- Horizon.
Braille –I’m-
Unable to forget –these-
Eaves of Serenity. –with
this- Taste of freedom
-I’m- heading home –where-
she waits for me…

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You bumped into me and apologized.
I laughed it off and said I was to blame
Sparks ignited within your darkened gaze
I smiled when you asked to see me again.

Oh Perfect Stranger stay with me,
Don't sink into my heart just rip it apart.
Take my hand, link your fingers with mine.
Shake the embers and let them burn (burn, burn)
Lead me to the roses on my bed,
Perfect Stranger, don't say goodbye.

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Human Traffickingby =Christianonfire7

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

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_{I wrote this EARLY this morning, like at 1:00am or whatever.

Anyway, I read a piece recently about Human Trafficking and it made me realize I RARELY ever see a piece about the issue of HT, so I felt inspired to write about the topic when the right 'inspiration' struck me to write it down. Which was last night.

I've seen movies like 'Taken'. And recently saw an episode of Rizzoli & Isles about Human Trafficking. Which reinforced the desire/need/inspiration to write about the topic.

Feedback:
1: Did this piece make you think about the issue of Human Trafficking? Did it bring even a slight depth of embrace to this issue for you after reading it?
2: What does reading this piece make you feel?
3: The last line of the poem ' Locked in a hole of their evil trafficking.' does that sum up the piece well? Is the word 'evil' too soft of a term for this line? If it needs improving, how?
4: Was this piece plan enough to the reader to see the pain/brokenness, etc that Human trafficking inflicts on the girls/women (and I'm sure boys) who are tossed into the trade?
5: Any other comments/thoughts?

Also, do you think it needs a 'Mature tag' on it?
I tried to keep it fairly clean, but the issue altogether is a strong/mature one to talk about, it is in no way or form a clean topic to embrace.
So I don't know if the tag should or shouldn't be on.

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~FCU777 Feb 27, 2013 Student Artist

Honestly human being are not objects that can be used and dumped. I am so strongly against human trafficking.

=Christianonfire7 Feb 27, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I completely agree with you, it's such a sick thing that is going on that doesn't have enough expose showcasing it's darkness. I hope this piece can help in some ways, with showing the readers.

~FCU777 Mar 3, 2013 Student Artist

Yeah. Same here.

*rlkirkland Dec 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Hey kiddo!
Congratulations on your DLD feature.

Some things need to be heard by many, this will help!

=Christianonfire7 Dec 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks, I'm hoping it will be heard by many, because yes this is something that needs to be brought to the light.
Thanks for the support.

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=Christianonfire7 Dec 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you so very much!

~Gurt-B-Froe Sep 8, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

... Human trafficking....... It is terrible...

=Christianonfire7 Sep 12, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Yes it is.

~Gurt-B-Froe Sep 12, 2012 Hobbyist Artist

Indeed...

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