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[blackstateofthought]

Silence.

The Silence is Loud,

Nothing,

Quiet, but not peace,

I need to hear you,

But you say nothing,

Please say something to me,

But you said nothing,

"So I started walking away."

And now I hear something,

But I ignored it, you said something.. I hear you but your not speaking to me,

Peace, but it's not quiet.

Everything,

Everything is louder now that your gone.

- ThreeAM

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[blackstateofthought]

Artist Love.

I love artists. I am in love with their talents. I love to see innovative people. I love to see these innovative people work on their craft. They give it so much life and devotion. They're dedicated to artistry with a huge commitment of their own love and creativity. Artists are loving yet wicked when it comes to expressing their self, they're unique. They see things differently, more in-depth. They have vision ! They construct the world. I am all for the artists, any kind of artist. I love my artists.

-Janice, 23. Queens, NY.

[blackstateofthought]

Society.

Society.

Single soul trapped in a world based off false reality.

Mind goes beyond than what my mind can see.

Exhale the hate from inside of me

Repent for my sins.

Bow down on my knees, father forgive me.

This world is a mystery.

Contradicting history,

Digitally caging us in with all this technology.

Damaging our bodies allowing animal cruelty.

Open your eyes, why don't you see they are the enemy. Corrupting our minds.

T.v

Media

Music

Might as well be blind.

Die one live on.

Saying yolo only proves how much you transformed.

Into believing everything that want to you to.

Making it look easy,

Now everybody want to be cool.

Realistically speaking,

Not all of its about diamond and gold,

The true fortune comes from within the soul.

Secrets on top of lies,

Black man in the white house what a perfect disguise.

Hide and seek,

Society will never get a peek of what's behind the scenes

-Dannie White, Bronx.

[blackstateofthought]

Community Poem | Late Night Thoughts |

It's almost 3am on a Saturday night. When I have no one else to take interest to or nothing else to do, my mind seems to wander back to you. Depressed and stressed feeling helplessness overshadow my mind at this time, if I could do anything but hit rewind it would be to succeed and escape this prison of my mind. Why must all poets be so sad? Why must we be in and internal slumber of past emotions. I for one would rather write about a good cup of tea and a decent movie that reminds me of nothing and no one. But then I'd be lying cus it's almost 3 am on a Saturday night. Slumber is the least of my worries and tea will do nothing but make me hotter. And no one entered my mind when I wondered who could do it better than you. Sweet tea and sweaty sex we all slumber the same. But at after the bodies interact like the stars and the moon. What is truly left there but yourself? And why am I by myself I don't sleep often. I would rather boil water than be left empty. I've come to the conclusion that no matter how many different things go on in my life and no matter how many different people I meet. I'll always come back to you. Nostalgic memories are similar to heroin. I feel so empty but my brain is so quiet for first time. Laying on this pillow puts my body at ease and separation from the outside world. Can't believe that this is the first time my brain is quiet. Life is but a dream, and when one sleeps and dies to self, does he then truly wake. Doesn't matter because my escape into dreams lie my deepest fantasies, where evils of reality can't reach me. Sometimes silence speak the loudest...when I dig deep down into your feelings to feel onto your emotions to go through the motions that had the 3rd album feeling like nothing was the same but were dealing with the lames just chillin within the lanes but I'm not saying anything because you're as sweet as Candy canes. Candy Canes! Or better yet Sugar canes. They can be used to sweeten my tea as I get rid of the bitter after taste of mistakes. At night I wonder do you think about me. Because I think about you. It sucks being single and not do the things everyone else do. I sit and wonder is he going to text me? Is he going to call me? Or should I text him...? I like him but do he like me? I don't know. I guess I'll go to bed and think about the times we shared. I am up wondering. I figure I mean I assume that I have finally came to the end of all ends and reasons why this and that happened. The dark encompasses my thoughts my dreams become reality. This is the time where things unfold. Things I should've and should say are said. Images of people I miss appear. There is nothing but my vivid imagination rampaging. There are nothing but plans being made. I am thinking or living because I am at ease when my mind is up and running. I am enjoying the active parts of my mind engaging. The will is strong, but the flesh is weak. No matter how hard I try to stay away, I find my self asking you to help sweeten my tea. And I was once told, the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice. But in my mind at this here tea time, the hotter the herb the greater the boost. And you my friend is rare. Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcoholic. I'm a sex-oholic. It's 3 am and I wish you were on it. Ridding like a pony. I hate being poet because it's so lonely. You always think I'm sad and wanna hold me. But I just wanna pound it. Over and over again. I just want a fixing. To quench this addiction. At 3 am. Screw everything else. All I want is a fixing. But that fixing only applies to the surface, because when you leave again, I know I'll feel worthless. Loneliness bites deeper than the flesh and the poison, like a virus, sometimes lays dormant in rest. My heart tries to release unwanted feelings, but my mind has already let them go. They can't seem to communicate which leaves me to heal the wounds on my own, not knowing whether I should follow my heart or my mind. if only I could have a peace of mind, may the tension in my sub occipitals decrease and these nightmares cease to amaze me, peace to piece this puzzle of a jigsaw massacre master piece, because the sin that I saw is no longer my master, security breech, because now it is 3am on a Sunday morning.

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[blackstateofthought]

Unity.

They might have let us go but never were we freed as slaves. I'm depressed seeing us carry heavy burdens until we are in our graves. People don't hate on animal's skin colors so why do we do it with humans? God and Life are the teachers as we're all just students. If God wasn't perfect would people believe in Him more? If you can't make a difference what are you living for? Society has created a hole and still doesn't try to cover the patch. Forget color we must come together as people. If not, we'll never be considered equal.

Dannie White, Bronx.

[blackstateofthought]

Community Poem | Lost |

Sometimes I find myself lost.

Lost in the world.

Lost in my own thoughts. contemplative of the world in which I happen to reside.

Blank minds, write lines, lay em down, be kind to my suicide. Let alone die.

Completely lost.

Lost completely in my thoughts.

Lost in this world in which I happen reside.

Where society judges you by things you cannot disguise. I reside in the shade of expectations.

Society relies on the pressure that lies on your choice to decide to conform or defy.

Defy the rules created by those that claim that success is money cars and clothes.

I am Jordan Davis. I am Pim Arambula.

Kelly Thomas I am you.

Jason Allan Kemp I am you too.

How could I not be Kathryn Johnston and yet be Trayvon Martin.

Who here is defying life. I am lost because I am these from 1 to the double zeros.

To them I am meek, to him I am weak, to them I am Queen.

Those who feed their egos lavishly while filling their souls with apathy.

They would have you call them "Your Majesty."

Call me rare, one of a kind, with such a complicated mind, not from this world..heaven sent, a queen..a divergent

Answer me this, as a man what do you have to show for it!

Except for tattoos and cloths, is a fly nigga really a fly nigga when the curtains are closed?

They judge me based on my surface.

Hit me with their worst hits.

The truth.

They don't take the time to unearth it.

Fact: I am not perfect, but I am worth it.

Your mouth, this dick insert it because I don't give a fuck what you think.

My dear girl, learn to hold your heart like glass the thick-walled kind you find in aquariums.

Apples and cinnamon.

Brown girls playing double dutch.

Black boys on the court.

Summer time the season of excitement

We are the same, you and I.

We've both been hurt where it hurts most to get hurt. and

So our hearts beat in rhythmic verses while our souls gracefully dance like they've never been torn apart.

Because now we are found.

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