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By: H.B.

Have you ever wanted to ask a question yet was afraid of the answer that you may have received? Have you ever wanted the power to hope, but deep down was too scared to believe? Have you ever needed someone who you could depend on or the simple comfort of someone to call a friend? Have you ever wanted the unknown such as a person you've never known? But through words you have grown a bond that should never have been sewn? Does our differences descend robbing us of the opportunity to begin? Something new or even true with me is where it begins with <you> is where it ends!


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Mystery

By: H.B.

What do you do,
When the attraction is true?
And though his options ain't plentiful
His desire and attraction is you?
How do you avoid
The power in his words?
Or the intensity of his stare
As his eyes admire your every curve?
Can you deny him the simplicity of your words?
Could you deprive him of the mystery
that you preserve?
In you can he find reason to begin
To let down all guard
And thaw from within?


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A Story

By: "Show" Biz

Peninsula prison sat in front of a long strip of water. From a distance it looked as if it was sitting on top of water. Hence the name Peninsula prison. The rust colored watchtowers made the jail look devious. The prison held around 750 inmates. Today was the last for one in particular.

S.B. laid on his bunk thinking about all the plans he had conjured up. Unfortunately for him this wasn't his first sentence. The last time he served a ten suspended after a four year sentence. This time he caught a 12 year flat sentence. After his first bid. the felt compelled to try and take the streets over to no avail. It was like a light turned on in his head that it was time for a change. This time it was by any right means necessary. While being incarcerated, S.B. found what he was good at, it was writing. He just loved to write. Whether it was poems, music, letters, or even books, he never hesitated to pick up a pen and write his thoughts.

On this night it was a little different, it was his last. All the plans he set up was ready to go into motion. To ease some of the anxiety and anticipation of finally being released. S.B. decided to do what he did best, write his thoughts down.

While S.B. got off his bunk, his cellmate said "I know your not pulling that composition out again. You go home tomorrow." Mike was similar to S.B. when he got his first sentence. He tried to talk to Mike about life and what being a man is , but Mike was stuck in his ways. S.B. just laughed it off and continued to his writing. He had to have ripped up at least three pages up before the juices started to flow....

I (do) think about the underprivileged kids down without a sentence
Saying prayers everyday but carry a non religious.
They don't have a friend to listen, now they got martyr thoughts.
Movie theater, Sandy Hook, Boston Mass, Manhattan
Why should I save the lost word of a broken heart
Knowing they situation
Everyday life is hard
I just want to talk to em sit em down
Learn em something
Show em how without a pill they can get pass the huntin
First you have to put the work in learn off experience
Don't detour ya ambition
Use your perseverance
Status isn't clearances when you dealing with a higher grade
You can be enlisted and still be considered slaves
Make difference never waiver
Uplift a dying soul
Always plan A's and B's
Easily you'll reach your goals.

The sound of the cell door popping knocked S.B. out of his zone. It was that time to bring his property down to A.P.. In a few hours he will be a free man. When S.B. finally made out the gates, he turned and said "I'll never come back to this again. What do you think?

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