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[downbabylon]

Modus L1st, Print RMC, Post VSOP, Midtown, NYC

[hunnyluv222]

My Son...

I see your self assurance I recognize your natural arrogance Your natural strenghth is shining through I recognize your efforts I recognize your gains Your preparing every day, now Your world kissed expressions Are driving me insane As you start driving your own train But I now, remember you crawling I remember the diapers I have changed And holding you so gentle, as you finally learned your name I remember your first birthday I remember your first cold And wiping dripping nostrils; you were never really sold I remember your first words I remember funny names Talking’s such a bore; how we played so many games. I remember potty training I remember just how stubborn you really were Until you saw the toy bowl I had placed upon the tank I remember you turning four I remember pre-school our lunches on a rug Every day was magic and sandboxes to be dug! I remember Kindergarten I remember the little suit you wore You wanted to be just like Daddy, as he’s coming through the door. I remember third grade boy scouts I remember just how proud you were The day you earned your camping badge; how handsome you really were! I remember sixth grade science camp I remember you came home You simply were not ready, to sleep there, all alone. I remember eigth grade graduation I remember you were the best on the honor roll You didn’t make the field trip to celebrate that feat I remember tenth grade changes I remember we argued a lot that year Puberty had claimed you. It was pretty clear Now here you are before me Ready to walk right out my door Taking my soul with you, and my identity for sure. In all of this remembering, I can’t remember me. Who am I without you What is left of me? I must rediscover the person I now am The middle aged mother Who raised a perfect man Travel well, my child Find the world you crave But always remember, you still have a loving home! I love you so much I am so proud of you! Go claim your piece of the world!

[hunnyluv222]

Questioning Hope

What is hope Really What does it mean? Is it a whisper, Is it a dream Is it a goal, Not quite set Or a distant need Need yet met? What is hope Really What does it mean Is it that unfulfilled wish Or the prayer that you mean What is hope Really To me or to you What is its importance What does it do? Does living without it Mean that I’ll die Without ever daring To look life in the eye?

[hunnyluv222]

People Ban

I awoke this rainy morning, knowing where I belonged

I could never have imagined I had already been wronged

I stood there in place, eyes glued upon the set

As the news anchor explained, I’d just become the new target.

“Immigrant”- It’s become the new word;

One country, or two, it’s all so absurd!

It used to mean compassion.  Hope; The right to a dream

It defines without country, today, it would seem.

I was fostered here, Sir, since the age of ten

When I was promised I would not, be abandoned again.

I came speaking Irish, your words sounded quite queer

Today, their harsh message is abundantly clear!

I’ve become a mother here, Sir,  with two very loved sons

By breaking us up, what have you “really” won?

I ask you, Dear Sir, think clearly once more

A terrorist won’t politely come knock upon your door!

The decisions you’re making are dangerous, by way

Of making people, like me, targets today!

Mr. Trump, I implore you, once again, look at the Bigger Picture

Or worldwide relations with America will quickly become much stricter!

Ireland is currently battling the IRA and the UVA factions; as we have for decades. What HAS gone unnoticed in this turmoil is that they have unified for the first time in history; making them terrifically dangerous. Shall you ban ALL Irish Travellers as a result of this union? Who is next? We MUST use logic. EVERY country has a radicalized faction which is homegrown. Timothy McVeigh was NOT “created” in Syria, Mr. President!

[fgonz3]

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Writers Bench 2021 • Here are the pieces that were done this year. Love the art & creativity. Much love & respect to @flash_abc & @bboyb_abc. For what they do for the graffiti community. • Produced by @_jelify_ Pictures & Video by @thepunisher1974 • #writersbench #writersbenchchicago #battlefortheeagle #graffporn #graffart #battlefortheeagle2021 #graffiti #getup #graffcharacter #graffitiart #graff #graffitiletters #graffitiporn #graffitistyle #grafflife #graffiticharacter #graffitiworld #graffitilife #graffitiphotography #graffitilove #graffititag #graffitigram #graffitiwriter #graffitilovers #graffitibombing #graffitieverywhere #art #writersbenchchicago #logansquare #logansquarechicago #chicity (at Logan Square) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSVi3Hjjm03/?utm_medium=tumblr

[elisalromagnoli]

The October through December season has always been weirdly fruitful for me creatively. I’m usually stressed out, busy and following an odd sleep schedule but I’m also lost in my head. I forget people’s names from family members to friends in favor of characters. I leave this world and all it’s nuisances behind in favor of my own little happy bubble where everything is still terrible; but it’s terrible because I wrote it that way... . . To read more click the link in my bio. . . . . . . . #blogger #bloglovin #writingcommunity #unsplash #writersbench #neverstopexploring #storytellersofinstagram #amwritingfiction #streamofconsciousness #writinginspiration #writingchallenge #writerstruggles #writersthoughts https://www.instagram.com/p/Bpr3y0RHRC8/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=by7m232nchs6

[spia104reporteilegal]

En un lugar muy emblematico dentro del mundo del #graffiti #bronx #149 #writersbench #nyc #spia104 #DetrasDeBarras #bstcrew #reporteilegal #yaw https://www.instagram.com/p/BoW4zujnchoqPnD9ybCiaP_6GlfUXSBOkKM98c0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1wk0gzq1k0i04

[bvax]

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Can’t take life so seriously all the time. Just having fun at the #writersbench on Sunday. #goodtimes #oldschoolbboy #poplocking #stillgotit #maybe. 😂😂🤷🏾‍♂️ (at Logan Square)