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Have No Fear, Shawn and Gus are Near!

Sat, 10/15/2016 - 22:59 -- osutzy

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36083
United States
32° 25' 0.9804" N, 85° 38' 36.5532" W
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Life can be hard, and life can be sad,

But when I have these days, I know just what is to be had.

I sit on my couch with Oreos and peanut butter in hand

And let Shawn and Gus escort me to another land.

Yes, I pick any season of the wonderful series of Psych

It doesn’t matter which episode; I know it will be liked.

I believe this so strongly that I bought the entire show,

It fills me with such joy, from my head to my toes!

So I sit back and relax and let the laughs begin

Hanging out with them is always a win.

When I put in the DVD, it doesn’t matter my mood,  

I am sure to end my time with my sadness being shooed.

With my belly full from my favorite scrumptious snack,

And my worries fallen off like weights off of my back,

You are sure to see a new twinkle in my pale blue eyes,

Where just minutes before you would have seen tears and heard cries. 

Yes, it’s true, I have found the perfect solution

You should try it out sometime; this is my conclusion. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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Soliloquys and Strippers.

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             nor AFRAID.

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blow,                                        she was knocked down.

the onslaught went on forever,

                     until she had the strength.

 

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until. one day, she owned up.

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she slipped

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                                                         the arms of her masquerading angel.

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SCARcasm

Mon, 07/14/2014 - 18:34 -- DeVonte

The other day my buddy made a joke about me
Correction, he made an observation but I took it to heart
You see, we were hanging in a mixed crowd
I say mixed because it was sprinkled with different types of humor, backgrounds, and ages
Now I was raised with that kind of audience in front me so I was used to it but he wasn't, it was new to him
Me and two other young men were the only African American adolescents
Once again, I didn't see the issue, as a matter of fact I was having a grand time
Cracking jokes laughing loud unaware of who was around or rather who was listening
My friend too was enjoying this playful conversation when in this magical moment he chose to say something we probably wouldn't have noticed if the flow of our noise drowned the volume of his statement
See my comrade was so happy he didn't even feel bad as a matter of fact he kept gabbing away
But us three young black males paused because we were appalled by what his mouth just HAD to say
It felt like those slaps in the back of the head when you say something foolish
It had pierced me deeper than the other two brothas
It made me angry, sad, and uncomfortable simultaneously
The insecurity that strained in me
Its the same painful thing that to this day remains in me
He said...
Without even recognizing the outcome
He said...
"Man I love black people! They make me laugh"

You might be thinking well, that's not too bad
And you know what, your probably right
But understand it wasn't careful on my young ears at the moment
It's almost like he planned it because it landed perfectly in the middle of a gut-buster and the next silly comment
There was a brief break up for grabs and he stole it
Why? That's the question this group of pure minded youngsters thought
It caught us all off guard, nobody was ready
The reactions were awkward
I nervously giggled for two seconds until it settled in
Until the truth settled in
What he really thinks of us... of me
All unraveled
Just like the insecurity and the questions that tag along
Was I wrong? Was that too far? How long has this show been going on? Because I ain't tap dancing for nobody
Go watch BET, not me fella. no way!
How dare you bro how could you? Why would you?
Just when I thought I knew you, wait...
Let's not jump to conclusions devonte he didn't mean anything by it...
Did he?
I mean out of overflow of the heart the mouth speaks
That's the word of God and I agree
So what now pal? Huh?
What happens next, do i continue to make jokes being silly for your enjoyment
No, and if you thought so well you have another thing coming
And when I see you ain't nothing funny
Watch your mouth around me
Tell your boys about me, I don't play
And if a potential sentence that'll have you sneezing the juice your drinking; I won't say
See I'm for friendship not for entertainment
I'm all for good times and making memories
Not some Sambo that can stir a remedy
I channel positive energy in all entity's
But if I am anything else then I'm your enemy
Understand that and hear me well
Every single acquaintance I greet is instantly "my nigga"
At least that's the regular the norm
And I'm forced to be fine with that
Kids my age are on a track to fail and I'm forced to be fine with that
And during the course of that track they will be laughed at and not with, and I'm forced to be fine with that
Do I look like a comic? Is my last name mac, rock, or hart
I'm just saying. I don't like it, I didn't like it
And I don't think Bernie, Chris, or Kevin would either
A statement like that had me so cautious in the midst of a hangout that I look around spotting whether or not I have an audience or am I apart of them
Those "people" my friend was talking about I now want to be a part from them
Stereotypical colored folk, nah not me
I couldn't be and I refuse to be
Crazy how a awesome time can turn awry
How some carefree words with good intentions could hurt ones confidence and limit them from ever being loud again, free
I'm not saying that's me, no thank God not me
I got over it, only because I witnessed another scene then a million more
So when someone says an actual insult I've received them all before, I'm numb now
So sensitivity is gone, I'm done now
I mean I watch my words but I also know who I'm talking to
You can only be so oblivious for a such of period of time before some vigilante bursts your bubble
A batman, a hated hero, give you the harsh reality you needed to hear eventually
That's what I realized
It wasn't what he said but the results
I got hit young with it so I wouldn't be jaw-dropped later
It could've been worse in various ways
So thanks. black people are funny
Naturally in our culture we add dramatic to our antics yeah
Let's be real
We think of certain things others don't and we are brave enough to say it
You're right!
We are funny, because that's what you meant, that's just not the same message I thought you sent
I laugh too but I know my fellow race is unaware of the skills they possess to create humor
It's beautiful to see them in action, I remember when I performed, still do, just with a third eye watching what's truly taking place
Sorry that's my insecurity monologing again
We communicate from time to time but I try hard not to listen
So if you look like me on the outside don't read this and start changing the in, to be honest you can't really stop it
Ha, Lucky for them
Guess I'll just have to roll with this gift and curse

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2016

Tue, 12/27/2016 - 23:31 -- braheem

January 28th Lauren died.

I found out in class and I just sat in my desk crying waiting for the bell to ring.

 The rest of the day was spent in my memories.

memories of laughter, tears, screams of joy and fear.

I realized my last memory of lauren would be of her funeral.

I spent weeks inside memories with her. 

 Little by little, week by week the pain of losing lauren melted away like the snow into a dull ache. 

The warming of the weather brought me a brighter mood.

Spring put me back on my feet and brushed off my pain from winter. 

I met him; he put a smile back on my lips and laughter back into my throat.

He reminded me that I have my own life to live to the fullest.

That track season I challenged myself and pushed my self to regionals.

I was one of only three that made it to regionals and the only girl.

I didn't move on to state but I proved to myself that it's a feasible goal that I will strive for.

Summer of 2016 was hot in all the good and bad ways.

Sweltering and sweaty during my Soccer conditionings leaving me exhausted and breathless.

Warm and soothing on my trips to Kings Island with my love wading in the wave pool.

The hot days spent on the baking turf paid off with the award of First team All Star in Soccer.

My first semester of senior year was spent going to football games but not to watch the football game; to watch my love perform in the band.

He became my number one supporter so I became his as well.

Besides the friday night football I studied; setting the curve in all my AP Bio tests.

The weekends I saved for my love and my bestfriend.

Bonfires, movies, Halloween, Homecoming and sleepovers full of laughter.

I made unforgettable memories.

The beginnng of 2016 brought me pain and sorrow but I ended up better for it.

I rediscovered love and laughter.

I focused harder than ever before.

Found a since of direction and purpose to be the best me. 

2016 was a good year. 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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Life

Life is a journey.

         to peace and prosperity.

why can you not see?

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More Than Love

We love with a love that’s more than love.

It’s passion,

It’s experience,

It’s understanding.

 

He’s loved me at my lows.

He’s loved me at my highs.

He’s loved me, standing by my side.

He’s loved me, over great distance.

 

We love with a love that’s more than love.

It’s gentle,

It’s strong,

It’s kind.

 

I love every angle and curve of his face…

I love the rhythm of his voice...

I love his gentle touches…

I love the soft kisses, the strong-armed embraces.

 

We love with a love that’s more than love.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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Change The World

If I could change anything,

I wouldn't change a thing.

To change a thing would change the world,

thats not for us to do.

 

If I could change a big thing,

I wouldn't change a thing. 

This life is made for us to live,

Not for us to change.

 

If I could change a little thing,

I wouldn't change a thing.

for that would mean to have regrets,

that's not for us to do.

 

You can't change a little thing,

nor can you change a big thing.

You leave it up to life itself,

thats how you change the world. 

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Lingering illness

 Matthew 4:23    New English Translation

Jesus’ Healing Ministry

23 Jesus went throughout all of Galilee, teaching in their synagogues, preaching the gospel of the kingdom, and healing every kind of disease and sickness among the people.

 

Do not many infirmities come from a corrupted body?

The flesh we understand is such deep to the core.

Reflections of health are not necessarily an example

Of what is considered” holiness,” standing at the Cross

 

Is prolonged illness than in the will of God?

Does God chasten this way to form us into perfection?

“To be a living epistle,” would this work that way?

“Can a body be wracked with pain” and be a Holy reflection?

 

In hospitals and nursing homes, is there where angels labor?

Is it not an actual reality that God wants to heal us?

Think about The Lord Jesus Who healed many more in the body

More than He drew spiritually for suffering and pain. He dealt with

 

He remembers a time still possible when sickness and pain are gone

Where grief and sorrow have no place in the Eternal destination

He prepared a place for all who came to trust Him for Salvation

He paid the price in full for all who are set aside  for His regeneration

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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What Filter?

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A filter,

What is it really?

Is it something to purify the air?

Is it a mask?

Is it makeup?

Maybe even a photo enhancer?

 

Why must we enhance our lives?

As a human being, you should be able to see yourself.

No, not just see yourself;

Look into the mirror,

Do you not find who you are beautiful?

Do you like you?

 

Every day we go through life hating.

Not necessarily others, 

But mostly ourselves!

Why?

The outer appearance should not matter.

You are beautiful.

 

I am beautiful,

No filter is needed.

Narcissism is not welcome in my life.

Narcissism is a cannibal.

I may be jaded,

But it was because I was so hated.

 

Hatred was a frequent visitor,

Hatred towards myself came later,

This hatred came from an outside source.

The others around me,

The others who did not see themselves.

They did not see themselves without their filter.

 

Throw out the filter,

It will not purefy you,

Nor enhance you.

In the end, it will hurt you.

You will become jagged and off kilter.

You are beautiful.

 

You, are you;

Beautiful, just the way you are.

Guide that inspired this poem: 
5 Poems About School

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