The riot


Dedicated to the brave officers of the Portland Police Department, who have a long history in dealing with Marxist agitators and anarcho terrorists.

So maybe this is what they mean when they say that opposites attract. Or maybe we’re not all that different. See, I’m all about color. I feel the most alive with a paintbrush in my hand, playing around with different hues and intensities. You, on the other hand, aren’t really fond of things like that. You prefer to be clad in black. The closest I get to color with you is when you open your mouth and try to show the emotions you can’t really find the words for, but my gosh, when you do I see colors I never knew imagined. There’s something about the way you come alive when you let go. When you open up, you become the painter, I’m the canvas, and your tongue is the brush. Perhaps you aren’t so colorless after all.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: A poem about a girl who lives to paint colorful scenes, falling in love with a colorless guy (he literally never wears color and it’s difficult to express his emotions but when he does it’s like the world was set on fire and he controls the flames)
I’ve made a home out of the so-called city that never sleeps, and like any other home you could have, it grows on you. This city has more than grown on me, it’s become a part of me. I’m Times Square and Chinatown and Broadway, I’m yellow and green cabs and the annoying MTA system, I’m orange and pink sunsets and you better believe I’m deadass. But some days, I’m lonely too. Some days, I still feel all alone even in the bustling crowds downtown. So now I have a decision to make. Stay in this home, or find or a new one?
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: A girl who grew up in Nyc who loves it but she is still really lonely and has to make a decision to stay or move out of state to start a new life.
It doesn’t have to be Spring for you to bloom.
—  It’s been said that Spring is the time of new beginnings. Enjoy it, but make sure to remember that you can have a new beginning any day, any time. // @maxwelldpoetry
Some days you’re going to feel so unbeautiful. Some days the one you need most is not going to want to touch you, hold you, see you, be around you when you ache, when you need them to choose you without having to ask them to. Sometimes your being a force of nature will go against you. Sometimes putting others before you is going to go against you. And you will hurt darling, how you will hurt. On those days remember how high you have climbed just to feel the sun on your face. How brave you are. Remember sitting on the ledge of that building looking at how far down the ground was and having the confidence in yourself not to fall. Remember staring into the eyes of those who have hurt you and taking away their power by never allowing them to hurt you anymore. Remember clawing your way out of every abyss that you fell into. Now channel that girl, that lioness again. You can conquer anything.
—  Nikita Gill