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اپنے لبوں سے نام کبھی ہمارا بھی لیجئے ، دماغ سے سوچئے دل سے فیصلہ کیجئے ، نعمت حسن عطا کیا ہے خدا نے آپکو ، اس کی تھوڑی تو قدر کیجئے ، آپکی آنکھوں کی نزاکت کیا خوب ہے ، اب ہمارے سامنے تو پردہ نہ کیجئے ،
Trauma is like a foul tasting fondue. When you're stuck in that space all life events or experiences are ran through the trauma fondue. Dripping with horror, tremor, fear, and angst.
Sa isang bayan, ang bawat tahanan, Sa hamon ng buhay na dire-diretso ang agos Kada segundo ay iba’t ibang laban, Kada perang nawala, pag-asa’y nasusunog nating mga titulo . Taon-taon hindi na kapansanan,
Some bad bug strangers in stealth eat most miserable good bugs in like beautiful butterflies and busy bees everyday, and they always do extremely bad things that aren't very nice, and extremely get away, and they never have good manners like being
Some bad bug strangers in stealth eat most miserable good bugs in like beautiful butterflies and busy bees everyday, and they always do extremely bad things that aren't very nice, and extremely get away, and they never have good manners like being
In dreams things happen so terrible slow, so tragically a thing like love love love in the haze of a land far away. So stupidly clumsy in the bog and I sit silly on a stone swinging feet.
There once grew a sprout in a valley verboten With a sumptuous bulb still unawoken   Day and night she stood her ground So weeks would pass with her earthbound.   
Familiar Places 
Last night I had a dream That I walked bare foot on broken glass I felt the tearing of skin beneath my feet I saw the deep dark red of my blood on the soil The sweat and grime between my toes
You see I was staring outside my window, But I just couldn't see anything thing but my own tears The blurry version is the New version, I can still feel his presence even if he walked out two years ago
Shakespeare How perfect Classic work Stealing from others Conman's worth Romeo and Juliet Love hate relationship Broken hearts Tragedies Death Proven fact
O hazy shadows who are you In misty mask in misty guise Deep sorrow shut my wild wild eyes I wish thee I can recognize Why thou stood with hands on heart As if from me apologize I faint ,I fail,
Sharp words cut me  By razor sharp tongues Icy eyes watch me  Judging every little piece  Harsh brains  calculate me 
  Many places I have gone to have special memories.  Devils lake, going to the troll bridge to feed The ducks. Going swimming, in my grandmas
 1 When I think of the Guard, I see friends 2 I see a team willing to do anything to earn a Superior 3 The football games 4 Our halftime performance
Too busy looking back at what I had To appreciate where I'm at, world in hand Missing the mistakes, every misstep taken Missing the mysteries the world has awaken   Begrudgingly trudging through time passed
Through time and space The Earth has its place Among the stars and moon And the Sun that will rise soon As it goes round and round It will whisper with it's own sound There are other planets too
In their garden beds Flowers pop up their heads up They awake from their sleep In a winter so deep Their fragrance finally fills the air They don't have a care They soak up the Sun's rays
Stupid knife just do your job. I know use has dulled your blade, But your needed to silence the sounding crusade. Stupid knife why did you change. Mind of who's was once sharp,
triplex is my name and rapping is my gang legend  gang for life i dont do drugs i dont drink i dont smoke i m not beefing with anyone  i m a good person
triplex is my name and rapping is my gang legend  gang for life i dont do drugs i dont drink i dont smoke i m not beefing with anyone  i m a good person
Time knows no end. It keeps going. The Grieving heart is forever. To grieve means you loved someone deeply. To grieve means you won't ever forget the loved one that you have lost,
And though I have given you all of my heart, And though to protect you I offer my life, I still fight so harshly to hold us apart, To keep you from knowing the scale of my strife.
I just did something stupid.  I looked at you.  Across the room.  and you  were just  standing there  being  perfect. 
I just did something stupid.  I looked at you.  Across the room.  and you  were just  standing there  being  perfect. 
I’m on my own, perplexed and addled Dont wanna mingle although I’m idle To me that was idle Its no news, it started right from the craddle My situation, no one to handle
(Fort Myers) How's testing The leaden treadle A grove through clam-dull night On the sullen Solid idle Coconut shredding device?
I don’t want to look ugly. Makeup will cover up my atrocious acne and protruding pimples. I can’t smell too sweaty. I have to smell good, or else no one will be my friend. I can’t be fat or eat too much.
Gasping sounds Bright force Her desire burns like a fire A thirst so strong it builds the desire Her feet runs old from the cold night Her hands run dry from non-discovery
Don't let a bully do you wrong Stand up for yourself & stay strong Tell them what you need to say If a bully comes over & saids "Hey" Face your fears Hide your tears
The kleptomaniac dwarf bubbled beneath the blue bonanza, calamity sparkling in their frivolous future.
Insecurities.   I hate myself.   I hate the way I look.   I hate my face;   My jaw.
Once I was A poem; Lines carved Into arms And rewritten, Revised, Rehearsed Until I was Red ink On the floor And never wrote Another line more.
My hushed breath whispers to burlap sails on distant seas, Wrenched from my teeth and thrown to the breeze like confetti, In the flailing arms of cerulean waves;   Filling my cavities with the hollow sighs of whales
Our brutish bullets' babble Battered this cathedral, Corroded ancient heavens That dawned in its arching dome, Crumbled blue-veined marble, Shattered angels' sorrow, As gods began to groan. 
Stand up for those in need, for all those who are in pain, Stand up for all to see, it's time to make a change,   Stand up for those who are suffering, for those whose broken hearts grieve,
Momma knows the son she raised but dosent know how much pressure is on him to make somthing of himself so his parents stuggles and tears can finally be worth it  
Momma knows the son she raised but dosent know how much pressure is on him to make somthing of himself so his parents stuggles and tears can finally be worth it  
Momma knows the son she raised but dosent know how much pressure is on him to make somthing of himself so his parents stuggles and tears can finally be worth it  
I remember it all The touch, scent, feeling and the eye gliding in my grandmother's shack. I remember it as the place where we all rally. Subsided all our deferentials and ally our heads as we slept on the floor.
Tears like gravel Queuing behind thirsty eyes Its like a constipation Feet aching, brains Always compensating Shut eye, listen Judgement forsaken
My thoughts, They are all clear and lifeless It puts me in a inflating hypnotic state Of confused pain and anger When i am just waiting for my mind to distract me,
Satiated in time, rests her rings. Acknowledging the vast prairie speckled with love. Twisting the long days into lonely nights, she yearns for life.
In memory of my stepfather John Paul Hensler by Sandrajohnsonj on June 16, 2021.  © Sandra Johnson, All rights reserved
Most of all I miss your sweet caresses by Sandrajohnsonj on June 16, 2021.  © Sandra Johnson, All rights reserved
My love for you is by Sandrajohnsonj on June 12, 2021.  © Sandra Johnson, All rights reserved
The innocent child by Sandrajohnsonj on June 9, 2021.  © Sandra Johnson, All rights reserved There once was a child her love it grew so wiled. In till one day this pore little child.
Love is by Sandrajohnsonj on June 8, 2021.  © Sandra Johnson, All rights reserved Love is a never ending battle between the good and the bad. And the devil tries to take away all that you have.
Laying on my bed Hoping for hope but I’m hopeless Thinking about how time flies I was not the me I dreamt of I keep dreaming big Not Knowing what life has to offer   Time flies time flies
The signature hand felled paper These fingers come in five on one Paper felt soft for finger write Walk that paper, like a treadmill run.  
So we strolled to the bed, beneath the sheet we rolled Our bodies melt with warmth felt The dangling emotions now tangling
We met as planned, the venue scanned In the evening cool, beside the glistening pool Amidst a scanty crowd, some in their panty
'Twas was a waking call and her voice was breaking She said' my night wasn't sweet, today, let's meet Let our needs gently proceed
My phone rang and 'twas her voice that sang Sweetly the rhyme one on time My ears tingled; the sound floats with flowery mingled
Charmanders are red, Squirtles are blue, I love you, You are as Legendary As a Mew or Entei And as caring as A Chansey.
Life, being split in half Never the same again Crying, it never ends I can't defend myself  From all the feelings Deep beneath, not hard to reach If just they could see How much it hurts me
Yet fear far from me, Though I lost in the forest. As I trust me. Bush bends and welcome. Flowers wave their soft hands. Me too and hug them.
CALM - CRESCENDO - COLLAPSE ~ by Debi Lyn on W 05/05/21 8:30 a  
Hello? Can you see me? Through the mist and emotions? Hello? I am here.
I fight for my life, But I can’t seem to hide Who I am from this world Or who I am inside.   They play me And change me
You need to act more lady-like. Your posture is bad, sit up straight. Cross your legs when you sit.   Never kiss a man on the first date, 
There is a raking a scraping in clearing away be it darkness or debris a clawing at that which endangers
Go on By Edward Man  Morn Greetings Should I tell you about the story where the river flows The trickle of water has no gust to pass near my eyes I seems too dry Hard to color the insane
holding hands, touching lips, keeping no secrets or so She thought   there was another that kept His heart warm another one that could
BLIND LEADER We are being leaded by a blind man Who Behave like a woman How can you used our resources To make it Valuable for substances
BLIND LEADER We are being leaded by a blind man Who Behave like a woman How can you used our resources To make it Valuable for substances
In my youthful vision I never saw a soul as full As you, your pastel sneakers Crooked teeth, on the bleachers You and your imperfections
It keeps escaping me Slipping through my grasp  Itcontinues to pass Running laps on my ass Never know when it’s going to be my last
Shake, shiver, tremble, Watch me disassemble  Nauseus, forcing myself to eat Tired and hyper, just want to sleep Is this new? Just ADHD and OCD? Maybe anxiety
I hear voices, you hear them too, we all hear them They cry the voices, they cry tears of fear
I hear voices, you hear them too, we all hear them They cry the voices, they cry tears of fear
Backstage, hidden behind a red velvet curtain, lies our nation’s corruption and hypocrisy. In the performance we give out to the rest of the world we are portrayed as the country with the ideal democracy.
Nature, Everything I live for, In pain, In passion and grief. Mother of mysteries untold. The bond between rage and calm. The keeper of light and dark. Ally of the heavens,
To be close minded one sided is crippling the progress   To expand To giving a helping hand to the simple requests    To cleanse  their stained lense we must educate 
Their are some fish that can change their gender Imagine if humans could do the same Depending on population, or depending on our feelings.
It is a long season  I hope we can make it to the warm regions   Im so excited  Ill tell you the reason   Baseball season is here Arent you ready to cheer  
𝔐𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 ℑ𝔫 𝔞 𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔩, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩
My dear, my dear, tell me what brings you here, with those tears, glistening in your eyes so my dear tell me what brings you here in tears, what fear has made come to me in tears, oh my dear, tell me what brings you here, with your eyes so full of
Darkness creeps upon us having set its cruel talons in our skin, in our lives to tear us apart from the inside, to drive a wedge in our relationship, an action that cant let be done, I must stop the prince, the king, of all that is malevolent, rui
A anomaly, mystery, a enigma is how those around me would describe me an individual that has few words to say but countless stories to tell, with innumerous twist and turns that will leave you dazed and confused with the mixed emotion they will in
Your Perfect, Never Let Anyone Say Your Not Worth It, Do Your Best, Forget About The Rest, Keep Your Head Up, And Never Give Up, Regardless Of The Battles, You Might Have To Go Though,
Lover & Best Friend, Together Forever Till The End, Though Dark Into The Light, I Hope We Never Lose Sight, Stand Up And Fight, For This Love We Got, Is Something So Rare,
I remember my folks telling me I was a waste that I belong in a trash crate
I am in pain, All my deeds are in vain, Million times I served you, But you betrayed me, You killed my green glittering sons. I am unable to express my pain, As my mouth is filled with filth,
I am in pain, All my deeds are in vain, Million times I served you, But you betrayed me, You killed my green glittering sons. I am unable to express my pain, As my mouth is filled with filth,
I stare at my stuffed raggedy toy doll with their curled tied And  twisted Strings of hair painted with the fading bashful color of blue. And always wearing that simple sowed on smile of enlightenment.
I free Mind. I free heart. Letting all flow, life started. Heart pump softer, Happiness none stop. Running blood titles vain. No this is forever.
    stumbling in fields of elsewhere makes me suspiciously sated,  stubborn, and sad.  
 Tell the poets to speaklet their inks be heardfor they arent beautitul lharswho's words are pregnantbut the voice to the common Tell the writers to rewritethe deeds of our leaderstell them our fate is in their inksfor they're our hands Let they t
Here I am, here I sped, racing through my sleeping bed,   Dashing closely towards my closet justfor clothes for my deposit,   After dressing oh so quickly, my dog came coming to lick me,
Why art thine Eyes so beautiful? Made me think boastful and made me joyful. Why art thine Eyes so peaceful? Made me think thou art ultra-powerful and made me dreadful.
Why she's attracted, I'll never understand. We're like the 12 o'clock and the 1 o'clock hand: Farthest in time, but our hands touch closest. But can she see in me my harvest? Harvest or salvage?
i long to write thousands of breathtaking metaphors about you,   but you always seem to stump me.   to what can i compare your features?   flowers? fruit? freedom?  
Live life to the fullest. Laugh whenever you can. Learn new things always. Love others genuinely.          
Proverty ... Enemies of all but life to most people You make people think , You make people feel sad You make people fear tommorow You are a friend of all.
Words wander around wildly. Worldwide the words fly. The words wander wonderlessly. Wonderfully waiting until 
Christianity is a relationship with God, not a religion with rules.  Religion is man-made, constructed by humanity. Relationship is God-made, constructed by the God-head. 
Be confident, not cocky. Be fearless, not foolish. Have faith, for faith is the absence of fear. Be nice, not naïve. Be patient, not passive. Be a listener, not a lingerer.
My departed beloved, dare I ask how you fare! I would have called, but you take calls no more, I would have messaged, but I know you won't get it. You've been gone summers and winters,
Feel the earth as you breathe It breathe with you You sing it sings too Connection is the true Between people with similar interests and experiences Only those who went through hard time with me
Feel the earth as you breathe It breathe with you You sing it sings too Connection is the true Between people with similar interests and experiences Only those who went through hard time with me
La Rona La Rona  La Rona Why must you blind us so Why must you discourage us so Why must you sadden us so
Hell is breaking The crust is crucking The sky is falling The helpless are calling The moon is vanishing Whilst the sun is melting hot Disaster is above this roof Lives are ending on its loop
It all started with a cough And people's lives became miserable and rough It got worse and worse through the night And our only hope is to stay with our loved ones and hold them tight
I've had a vision Of a world that's not governed By outlandish political decisions A world without problems It's wonders what can be achieved through imagination Creative the contents we've been shown
Girl you had my whole heart When you moved it turned half Now that your sights turned its apart You're still part of my heart You care and love is all I need Even thought at night I can't sleep
It’s too short Don’t get hooked to flaws,  It’s too short Stop loathing others, It’s too short Realise you might be on borrowed breaths,
Finally the vision of John Lennon has manifested People coming together through segregation It's the only way to support the nation Back into greatness Out of the darkness we come
I looked up  And I saw Silver County Justice.   Momma looked up And she saw her young black son,
That's the target I've been given Watching the world go by through this dark depression There's so much more to my mission Refusal to be refuse Conclude exuberance Its the only for of self-enlightenment
I'm miserable.  It's killing me. I can't see you, hold you,  touch you, and it's killing me. I'm alone. All alone in an abandoned apartment. The silence, loud.  My head, messy.
It was the worst of days it was the end of days the earth was closed for the day humanity most greatest fear was birthed today
My fear was never an illusion For am not afraid of being killed I crossed that bridge a long time ago My trauma is a never ending cycle I am not afraid of weapons which only strikes mortal fear
    As the Pathogen, like a mad cloud, moves on From one nation to another unbridled Casting a shadow of diffidence and dread
As the lone man wanders, He sees many things: A scowling, frowning statue Of one of many kings. While he travels who-knows-where
Sometimes I wake up and wonder what keeps me motivated I keep my foot on the brake while some others accelerated I've elevated but still hated what I was saying I was just moving quickly still testing my own patience...
Wicked Gift   No sleep for the wicked, but don't mistake wicked for being gifted. Maybe I’m just gifted at being wicked. When my mind gets twisted, I find ways to get lifted.
Perfection.   What does that mean?   Silencing the fear? Or disregarding our dream?  
  Forgetting to flick the headlights on, remind him again.                                                 Overly eager tourists on very different islands.
The past is a strange thing,  The looks and feels that make you ring.  Some memories are forgotten, some blurred Some are sacred, and can almost be heard!  Sharp and contrast or dim and weak, 
in my mind, i replay the day. in my mind, i rewind, back to the beginning, the center, the dot that started the big bang of the disaster crumbling around me.
Quiet I believe that I keep to myself I know talking is not exactly my forte  Words wrestle within my anxious mind Left for me to wonder what I should say  
Soft lyrics, a simple beat -- vibrations within the air -- lo-fi music to soothe me; bouyant sounds to inspire. Musical inspiration allows me to write stories. Who knew that sounds and voices
I heard once that when the timing’s just right, there’s this green flash that flares up on the horizon  in the exact second the sun settles on the Pacific. 
I make a joke to myself saying, Even with my glasses, I’m blind, It is true - I spent hours on end thinking of what inspired me? I thought of countless things,
I was born in Texas one February morning Took my first steps and soon started walking I found my voice and never stopped talking Lost my first tooth and couldn’t stop smiling  
Sometimes sadness sinks and we are tested to find our strengths. The days get cold  and the sun will set but happiness is a friend you never forget. When life takes you down it's okay to frown.
Daddy, Permanent creases make a home beside your eyes  And distract from what was once an icy blue gaze You promised yourself any wrinkles would be temporary, But your stress seeps in, a stealthy move,
A bubbling, welling surge of words A trickling creek of sounds  A soft drip of movement A new hope,    The first floating note of an unknown song
Whir goes my buzzing, grinding, processing gizmo Anticipating audio from acoustic artists Enthralled in soundscapes Asking who  
Isn’t it lovely,  To be happy all the time To do whatever you please To feel no pain
As I have wandered high and low, as far as to, as close as fro, little room, saveth I for fears.   For in my musing, wandering, losing, for the dangers of my choosing
Inspiration It's everywhere It is differently identifiable to everyone To me It's through music Music gives me the opportunity to display how I feel without saying a word All I have to do is be 
-It was quàrter past 11 -when you picked me up in your Benz. Promising you were a changed man, a fairytale ,Hollywood ending. Claiming your all in, I thought you were sent from god,
A boy prances on the theatre stage His pirouettes piqued my next mind's page His pretty face sets my eyes to him It takes such might to unglue them   He turns, and twists and jumps so high
My mind was filled with memories Raw moments Real moments Moments captured by my eyes only I am happy I am true I am in the past Days will be filled with doing
Dear future self I mean dear crush these feelings that I  got for you is balanced feelings that I got for myself I mean I love you more then I love myself or is it I love me more then I love you I don’t know I’m so confused but I honest
    There are many ways to describe this simple affection. You can either use it as a gift or it can be taught as a lesson.
The great feeling of inspiration  Comes once every blue moon At least that’s how rare it is for me To experience that elation
There’s a certain type of wit that really does it for me: Little Insights.  Knowledge of knowledge of knowledge.  To know; not to know. Not to know was not an option.
The pitch of police siren is like an awful, screaming bird. Its song fills the night with panic,  And soon, somewhere, someone is running. Like an engine, like an animal, calling a stampede.
When stress builds up, I need to let it go I breathe in and breathe out but it never seems to flow Where I am or what I'm doing, it doesn't matter Wherever I go, I do not need to know
To understand your future  You must dig into your past  Dig deeply To the moments that made you  
The muse. It stems from the inside When searched for outside.   The muse. It is in the form Not in the function.   The muse. It is in the fancy Rather than the facts.
When eyes come alive, from darken to light My day began with you with comfort so tight I'd look to the sky, to the air, to the switch That turned on my bedroom, your hand so swift
Moving home can be hard but with our proper pre-planning, using the right packaging stuff and unloading & loading as a specialist we are certain your shifting goes smooth & easy.
Snowfall. Dawn.   Today’s a new day; I woke up under a tree. I did not see it before, was used to being in cages   For the one in my company, I have nothing to bring,
Bubble tea street Side alley wind Cold door knob Low violin   Chat under sign Stock shelves full Slide penny over Train terminal   Fix socks shiny Glitter twirl up
I walked the aisle
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, There was a beautiful tiger princess. And every prince from near and far Tried their best to win her heart.   The tiger princess was kind and good,
Hello, new friend, as beautiful as a warm, spring day You are always in the bay in May You are as red as a tomato Not as dull as a potato Handsome and shining
  Speak of the moment now,  Remind me of that hour, that minute  That breathless second of which I cannot comprehend.
Thoughts tend to ebb and flow as fleeting as  a springtime snow. To catch one flake may take a year and make some fear  to ever think to grasp again.  So, Here I'll tell a secret task
Inspiration is ignited by imagination and interest in introspection. Something that simply surpasses surprise and seems to soothe you. Resonating if you choose to
I met a headless fox to-day in a field of fog and endless dream, when day discovers dusk and sun seeks solace; she spoke to me, in ghastly golden chimes 'please come no nearer' and I
As I open my eyes to start my day A dark cloud filters me and the words I say This spirit originates from my unholy brain It resides within me and has no real name It makes me sad and or afraid
Rushing into mother ocean as she calls my name unceasingly, knowing it’s her whose bosoms holds life, treasure, secrets and embracing crashing waves for me.
Inspiration has to be courted,  But, like a person infatuated, I lack patience.   I am easily frustrated By the lack of her favor, but  
a white sage, smudge smoke halo is over something more divine than all the angels on my shelf, shedding their wings to bring the peace i seek to unearth from myself,
Outside, The sky is overcast and gray. Beautiful.  It looks as if it is about to rain, Gorgeous fat drops falling, A rhythm that beats the same pattern as my heart.
HELLO LOVE! ~ by Debi Lyn   Thou art greatly missed Darling. When shall I again
Teeth to teeth Grin to grin Eye to eye My oh my   She stares back, I stare forward Blank expressions   Tea tingling sensations Lemon leather movement Careful curiosity
I'm a wounded soldier on the front of a war my last time I give it all, how mesh there was another way another way to runway from girls in my DM
Texas.don.g.nutt59 im the one im the man im the guy i be so so fly greately high above clear blue skys the one the main niggai behind the triggai of the ink as i blast better then the last back from the path of the glory the one hol
Limitless, freedom, happiness, peace These are the things we cry for Screaming from the top of our lungs Crying at night so no one can hear or hurt us.   You! You have been hurt You have cried
Mopping with the Birds The yellow birds, they fly and hopI wish they could get up and mop. Altho 'tis really nice to hear,Them singing while I loose my cheer.
Are you happy now Are you satisfied Have you quenched your thirst Is your ego intact Do you feel man enough now that you have broken me Are you at peace Do you even manage to get peaceful rest at night
Light replaces dark Dark replaces light Light, the first thing you see Light, the last thing you see
Take your chance, do it No one will do it for you If you want it bad, Prove it with your actions, Not with false statements That have no backbone in them. You've gotta be able 
Take your chance, do it No one will do it for you If you want it bad, Prove it with your actions, Not with false statements That have no backbone in them. You've gotta be able 
Take your chance, do it No one will do it for you If you want it bad, Prove it with your actions, Not with false statements That have no backbone in them. You've gotta be able 
Take your chance, do it No one will do it for you If you want it bad, Prove it with your actions, Not with false statements That have no backbone in them. You've gotta be able 
the wind and waves move and bring motion to nature Blowing through the trees and gliding through the water the sun glistens off the water the vibrant leaves float to the earth 
Chills, tears, smiles, cockness, hapinness, sasification, determination  What is something that is unhuman but has power to give you all these feels? Music All the feels you ever wanted to give someone
Quickworded I flensed quickwordedthe face of my brotherfull sore he flinchedthen soured against mehis loss bit deepalone I wilderedwield not word-swordsware be our speaking  
Twilight of the godsNo, we are the dunes;with flimsy crust,with grass and scrub,we hope to holdagainst the dry,the drift from shifting winds.
Serotonin heaters and the smell of fresh, hot coffee; I want you to struggle walking into Barnes & Noble.   Where are you in the middle of a snowy December?
What do we do When war wages wild In our own homes Ten times over And the time to fight Grows ever near?   Do we wait Here in secrecy In the dark, dreary, cold And pathetically distant Land we call our own?   Or do we “begin To solve the problem”?
The Tenth Circle- The Mannerless   Into the murky river Virgil and I dive Grime and filth littered across the water. Onto the unknown tenth circle we arrive.  
Am I damaged Am I no longer in one piece Am I crushed Am I overwhelmed with despair Walking around in darkness I could only see through the numbness Many years and days gone past
There was once a moment        Where I was blinded by city lights, trampled by tall towers,    stepped on by city streetwalkers,       And all of it seemed so small in comparison. 
Gimmicks.   Gimmicks give me kicks like treats and tricks.   Gimmicks give me name a face and  me butt a place.   Gimmicks give me eyes looks
I am drowning  I am surrounded in misery  I am weighed down by failure  I am struggling to push my head above the surface to taste the sweet thing
In a known garden it stands Awaiting a touch from flesh Glowing with intensiy Running empty on patience Craving to be picked from its mother Screaming visually, violently, viciously
    Lights flickered as he entered the room In a sort of brooding mood It seemed the luminance followed his que  His sketchbook filled with certain hues
If I could fly, I would come right back home to you I would remind you of all the times and things we had   
Pandora! NO! do not open up that inbox! you will release all evil and sin! they will not forgive you for being unorthodox!   unless they do not figure out it is you, who has long luscious locks 
There he stands, its summer in black “Emo” is theme, for all teeanegers alike  Books, Music, The internet is his domain Loki God Of Mischief has come back.  
Girl I'm begging you to let me in... Girl I thought the dust was settling Girl you used to be my medicine You're the finest thing I ever seen. Girl you used to be my melody And we used to live in Harmony.
Once long ago in a far away land Where the sea breeze is blown Where the sea meets the sand A young girl lives here  The sea is where she may roam And that is why her nickname is Seafoam  
Brush your hair until it's as flat as the bottom of the ships they carried us in. Stand up straight and say yes ma’am or no ma’am.  Join the football team and sweat until you can’t sweat no mo’ . 
  I don’t really like things     Maybe it’s just my personality.    I don’t really hate you     I am just not outgoing.    I don’t really wanna be you 
A prettily painted picture Deemed perfect by all, Drawn to the Badlands within high school walls. Slipping behind corners Hiding in empty classrooms, Her disease spread like mushrooms;
Prologue:   Beauty was never something I set out to find; It was simply thrust upon me. Without regard to who I really am inside,
Oh how I could’ve told this girl what she would’ve faced. To be able to tell her the story of a girl who always sees the good in others but can’t see it for herself.
When I run in the dark night then see behind me I haven't found trace of my own shadow When fear came over me and I whispered to myself 'Am I dead?'
A day that most people would know to be a romantic holiday where you spend it with your loved ones 
Technology can not replace the human touch. The internet is no substitute for face-to-face interaction. Social media is not equivalent to actual socializing.
im falling into the dirt so fast into a puddle and i made a splash and a ripple
Life wails through out the city Shimmering women walk to parties Buisness men stumble home Smokers reach their train platforms Kids scurry into their late trains  
Her omnipotent father was always on his phone,  while adolescent Hebe sat bored home alone. She didn't fit in with the teens at her school,  the only boy who showed interest was the freshman who drools. 
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texas,don,g,nutt,59,poem,party party like a rock star party party on down its me once again full of juice an gin this time beyounce upgrade party like a rock watch this bitches this hoes drop down low touch they toes wiggle that ass id rather be f
k cometexas.don.g.nutt,59,poem,reapping my hood reapping my block,comeing from the blvd ghetto super star off the chain you know my name drapped up drippying on them thangs you know the hood i claim its a real g,thangg reaping this streets reaping
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meet me for coffeein some corner cobwebbed and forgottenwe can talk about the things wedrophabits and plates and dreamsmaybe you can tell mewhy it is easy to declare retreat
He was looking at me with a hunger in his face that boys like me learn to ignore as soon as we can climb a tree. I have never climbed a tree. I was curious.   “What are you
Suggestive of a Song   What one has loved with youthful infatuation,  what one has admired with childlike captivation; 
The Greek Goddess of gorgeousness grounds herself in American society To see what the social standards could be Bullying breaks the beauty into a blue barbie Attemping to aquire an acceptable acknowledgement
He sweeps throught the streets. Crazed children folllow after. Enchanted by the beat. Not fear, but laughter. Yells, yowls, shouts, and screams. Who wouldn't want ice cream?
While I have always sought affection amongts the secrets of the night,  Sharing kinship with the shadows,  Relishing fromt the solitary seduction of it,   I cannot ignore the Sun.  
We never had a chance to begin with Yall had a chance since the beginning Yall want to hate us when we start winning But when we complain about fixed odds yall get offended Nah, I dont get it
I was born and then I grew Into something completely new I was young and now I am old with no hand to hold I will soon be alone 
Birds of a feather flock together,  born on the 23rd of october, here comes Wanya after Wilber-t, seven mintes after his brother. They were brought into this world together,
"Why does time go by so fast?"I keep nagging to my trusted adultsHoping they provide a solid answer to this puzzleYet they fail to explainWhile it slips into the back of my mind
From Stone “Are you jealous of me?” Medusa hisses. Her friends slither, and smile. “Another statue,” they laugh. “Pretty, cold, porcelain; meant for a shelf,” they mock.
I look around at the cashier's and pizza delivery drivers, and notice they're all my peers. My elementary school classmates are all either pregnant, applying for the college of their dreams or writing the next big rap song.
I always thought my parents were happy together, I attatched myself to that idea like a tether. As I grew older, they grew colder. Secrets softly spread shattering and shaking my innocent soul.
Town houses and beaches Spread the great reaches of the entire world in my mind. I could not see Beyond the sea, Or even three towns over.  
The airport. You know, that place where you fly? High, high up in the sky, The place of hellos and goodbyes. "Goodbye, goodbye!" It's time to fly.   Eighteen-years-old and some change...
     When I was six I played with dolls     I went on to seven and didn’t play at all
When was the last time I had a good Night's rest? Waking up continuously through the night, Hypnos used to visit me in this nest.   Beaten back by blue light, he blanches in protest.
Reach out                                                                                                                            And grab the sun                                                                                                  
Years ago, my youth escaped me I’ve seen it around through glimpse of what could be   Years ago, I became a grown up started paying bills became an expert on playing catchup  
Some sort of sour stench seeps into my senses as I stroll across the sidewalk.A split second -- my sixth sense smells somethingseriously sinfulserenading through the streets.
The cold colorless corridor Engulfs a glimpse of promise At the low of your trial.   The tone of the future narrowed With your focus trailing behind.   Eyes in the mirror
Seeing nothing but the sparkling dresses Only concerned with who will be princess Problems don't exist in make-believe land Danger is dampened by the bright daylight  No one is anxious about making friends 
My body was a book  my body was a book that my mother read to me every night  my body is a book that I didn’t want to read  because who wants to read a book about a girl who is  3’11  disabled 
fears and doubts, Impugnment actions, in seas of calamities, triggers for pondering Besieged with insanity, For making catastrophe, A Fully armed battalion Of emerging anxiety.
You make me feel empty You make me feel sadYou make me feel like I have lost everything I had Now all I do is lay here and cryI even sometimes wish I could just lay down and die
You make me feel empty You make me feel sadYou make me feel like I have lost everything I had Now all I do is lay here and cryI even sometimes wish I could just lay down and die
Tick   Hark, This is the sound of life. Wondrous mysteries await! The wind is whispering, Speak loudly so I might learn of your secrets! Quickly, we must go.
The reflection in the pond of the five flowers that bloomed on the bank displayed like towers to my floor level frame.   Surrounded by the dirt and decomposed, and the water swamping my sorrowed leaves
Every night she stared through the thin slits of her blinds out to the branches that contorted in the hollowing wind. She wasn’t afraid, but maybe she wished she was,
i am always growing.   looking back, i see my past self as a seed of something larger, struggling to weasel its way out of the staunch, sturdy soil and bathe itself in the cleansing glow of the sun.
She’s not the same girl anymore the girl that will moan and groan And bicker and fight, something’s changed  I don’t know what’s evolved, maybe People are nicer or perhaps she’s not the same
As a kid my life was always a struggle Dealing with shootings, yellow tape training my mindtl to be a newly equipped muscle Living in the northside of milwaukee i had to switch up my mindset
Me, Myself and I. Everyday, I wake and try One step at a time. Everyday, I wake and cry One time, I was small And carefree, lovely, and kind I was just... Me, Myself and I.
I was Happy-go-lucky Running around and enjoying life Nothing but good vibes Completely carefree, worryfree   A pleasant childhood
O Doctor I need your help   I can’t reach you But give it a few And it will fly right to the pew
If a stupid poem could fix this world, I'd read it everyday. No matter how hard I try, I fear that it will always be the same.  
As children, we wished to grow up quickly. To move far away from our pertinacious parents, To come home to a flawless family of our own. It all happened so fast. Playing outside until the sun walked away
Since I was young I was told family had to be number one. They’d have your back through thick and thin, And defend you from every sin.
Waking up to my truths - even the flaws are gorgeous I get obsessive and I get insecure. Sometimes I find myself unbalanced, quickly unraveling at the folds. I may occasionally lose touch, or fall out of love.
She was no longer the girl with no name She became noticed when tasks came up People came to her for help, but didn’t know her name Why didn’t they know her name?  
I remember picking dandelions as a kid gathering a bouquet to bring to my teacher or mom the innocence behind it I didn't know that these beautiful flowers were actually
I had a friend. She was someone I didn't want to let go, She was like my long lost sister, But something occurred and everything was foiled. Silence enveloped the atmosphere, everything went blank.
They fought like lions, Slinking around the living room sofa, Preparing to pounce on one-another And using words to tear into each other Like sharp teeth sinking into sour flesh.
11 is an age to play with barbies, for a girl, To make friends and go to school,
You need your sleep Night is better than day Close your eyes Staple them shut if you must And sleep for me Breathe for me
Maybe marrying a man might help Men make me merry... Might make me malicious or murder me, But men might make me moneyed My G-d Molly men aren’t monsters
  Nobody ever told me that growing up meant leaving things behind, that dreams don't just appear but are to be fought for,
The end of the road has come  Yet this is only the beginning  New environment, new experiences, new indivuals  But the radiation of excitement has been dissipated when the workloads came in 
I was picking up trash on the beach, instead of laying out to tan. I was reaching for my water bottle on the way to work, instead of the plastic bottles.
The eternal summers of childhood with the lazy buzzing bugs and the day's languid warmth Are gone forever. A young child, unheedingly uprooted from his country and planted into another, in uncertain soil
I started out on my own. I was influenced and followed. It was fun and had great times. Always with the thought that all was fine. Then all at once, I was in a different situation.
My child eyes saw the hate instead of rainbows My colorful doodles turned into grey multiplication worksheets My dream on becoming a storyteller turned into finding a “real job”
Sitting around  a new day in town. Start a new year all my friends are here. The look at me  and all they see is my cut up hair. "It was my choice!" I strain my voice
How deep in that cave should i wander The fork stabs me; i see two paths set before  Harsh light lining my sight His Blight Like a newborn sun rising off in the horizon in an aberrant, pink blaze
Life is like a game. The milestones you pass are small victories like passing "GO" in Monopoly and being able to collect $200.
License level led to freedom  I no longer needed transportation  My mom not by my side to give me wisdom  I earned it all through my education So quickly went from a young child to not
The moment I enter the store and you see me, suddenly you assume that I have to be African American just because of the color that is reflected in my skin and you continue to assume ......
You say I’m hysterical because I fear the uncontrollable, the fallible I cry for those struggling and crumbling I panic under stress, becoming a mess
Putting on their faces a smile needs you to go an extra mile. There’s no time to wait a while, no time to write in you file, no need to break a tile, just give out till the pile.
Your tommorow begins today Don’t wait for any other day Before you become gay That’s why you should make hay While the sun shines and say No while the rain greys Don’t give up on your play,
Heart's beating fast I know I should be feeling Kick against my chest I know I should be reeling But how can I? The Lonely Lover Living in a cage inside his mind
The way of life Oh how pleasent it is But the way your world is And how cold and black it runs I cannot bear to be in it
Until I was fourteen I felt fine-- Good, great, and better than I ever knew I could feel because in the moment,
I remember the first time I saw Dad take a drink  I remember the first time I saw Mom cry about Dads drinking  I remember the first time my sister told me “don’t worry one day things will be better”
Dust floats invisibly through the house, captive, undesired. The coolness of the attic as unfriendly as the disdain of the moon,  as he furrows his brow.  
As it must be so, as I must know so. But what is true, In the bigger picture, Is it me, or you, Or is it us, all here, Growing, learning, being more.   
A mellow meadow merrily Hidden within a capacious, compact coppice Where the birds tweet A melodious melody sweet That soothes the somber, sober soul.   Behind and to the right-
Tips of lips smooth a rough night When harder lips are tough at might. The tips of lips that says the word love
My daddy is the best Among all the rest He is bald and old But precious as gold He is giving and forgiving But not at all demanding He has a helpful nature Helped many build their future
You know, You know when you know you grow everyday but you know  when the grow  is so slow its as its no more it feels like it no more you know when you see things differently
Her World Changed Cyndy Pierson
Average, Normal, Typical, Who has the say to define such? Who has the say to define beauty, class, status? All is crafted and twined by mankind.
He told me he loved me. He looked me straight into my vulnerable eyes and said the most important words any human can say to another. He stood there, still staring at me, waiting for a response. Say it back. I couldn't.
I fear being in the wrong Me, on the other end of the spectrum   And i do not do wrong very well Unadulterated anger and bitterness coursing shamelessly through my veins
alone.   The word is silently threatening, leaving you to think as you tip on the brink of a shipwreck, about to be
It use to be darkness, but I walked in the light. It used to be loneiless, but I was bright. I was a walking blank slate then I began to write,
Fear is a tool unlike any other, Dangerous and lively like fire, A double-edged sword, a friend and a foe; Mysterious and fearsome to think about, to feel, The thoughts entrancing the mind, able to eradicate
seeking scholarships summer sunlight slips by shades soon, a wasted day  
Syllable after syllable... Love flows from a desperate heart Into the crisp, tense atmosphere. Rivers could not compare. The chains disintegrate; Ash flies to the nearest patch of crumpled soil;
Thorns         Gnarled, razor fingers expand from my core twist around my beating hart and stone filled lungs Tighten,      Twist            Tear  oh inky blossoms don't bloom where you see no sun
pain travelling deep through my soul
We protect ourselves from the outside and for what? To escape the cold, the pain, the fear?   But that does nothing to heal us. The snow is pounding, the rain is pouring and we hide:
1 When I was little I was too young to understand anything But bubbles, blankets and balloons
Why the water, it seems so lonely It reaches so far and wide To cover and shield life beneath Where does your meaning lie  
It was always clean.  The smell of sanitizer suffocating the air. When I see her, she is constantly smiling in that taunting "I am better than you" way I wait and wait and wait.
Monsters, They are all around us There are skinny ones,  tall ones, fat ones, small ones, Ones with sharpened horns and razer-blade teeth, and yet others are adorable but avaricious.
I'm thankful for my mama  I'm thankful for my sisters  I'm thankful for my brother  And all I've been given  I'm thankful for their love  I am so blessed  Never ever will I  See them as pests  They desire my success  And push me hard with no rest
Querida Bella (Dear Beautiful),   One breath at a time.   Just breathe. Don’t throw up. Relax.   Everything will be okay. The next day will come. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4.
I said goodbye to my old life I said goodbye to my mind I said goodbye to my body I said goodbye to a day without pain.  Chronic illness, a storyline in dramatic televsion  Something your grandparents have
sitting alone on a red linen couch. the crackling crunch of a dim T.V.  beaming up at me. pitter patter pitter patter, the scurrying noise of  familiartiy.
A number of decades held to a hand pass in time as clocks are rushed in circles without much haste. It's a minor notion. Thoughts, on the other hand, weigh more for less.  
This tiny heart of mine fast beatingSoon all of my thoughts are fleetingCan’t keep this fear from creepingUp through my body, now is heaving
On thee, I gaze upon most wondrous eyes, In which my love erupts like heated sky. At each glance my heart leaps and my soul dies, From the burning pain of my eye's goodbye.
The Great Mason the mason, Son of the greatest great of all the greats Darryl, wisest wise of all the wise Christy, Heir to the hearth of Strand, to whom he owes his spoils,
I challenged my future to a staring contest My eyes bore holes into the dark unknown The balance of time has caused my unrest So I gaze at the void until my will runs low. Time will tell when I give up the game
Do you know how frustrating it is, To be criss-crossed, Overturned, Outnumbered, By men who don’t see my worth?
A little boy Forced to cry. Dehydrated from lack of joy. What did he do wrong Perhaps it was his father's guilt. Again he cried. Reaching out No one heard him. A pact sealed
Creep, crawl, climb across the waste of words unspoken. Dip, delve, dive in languished lakes of leaps not taken. Pull, push, plow
Sixteen years old when my whole world was rocked. Depression’s demons got the best of me. And the door to freeing myself was locked So in the dark I sat alone, helplessly.  
Wherever I enter a coffee shop There are invisible hearts Between the empty spot Where 2 souls are connected In some months or days or are now blended There's love and they are worshipping
This here, in my hands, is nothing more than an hour glass. Time paves each grain of sand and marks the hours pass. As each grain stumbles through a maze of consciousness, It begins to identify itself with the others.
Dear Dad, now that you’re gone, it isn’t over, and it’s never done.   The work we do while on Earth is only intended for our spiritual growth.  
I always thought I was beautiful But this process breaks the body There’s another life inside my own A life that calls my body home I’ve searched for hours and still I roam Looking around for answers
The way you look at me, I can't describe Those bold brown eyes carry pain and pride The way you look at me, I can't believe How is it that someone like you can always see the good in me?
tell me the difference between you and I while society explains to us that with our own eyes we're to expect greatness from wealth while the poor focus on being fly BUT WHY? tell me why
Do I stay where I stand? Or leap unsure of where I land Did I make a mistake, Was my confidence all fake? too many questions too little time Self doubt, like a shadow, slides slowly into my soul
The FBI agent in my many cameras has been assigned to watch my demise. Almost 20 and in love with the camera, experiencing more lows than highs. I am almost not a teenager anymore. Are you sure? Are you sure?
I am young and in love, I'm only 13 and I know that I am in love, I am between the adults that tell me I don't know what love is, and the children that don't even know the concept of hate and have no choice but to love,
little bottle full of my sweet swing juice. sing me flavorful songs to help me
Let America be America again. Let it be the true plan we believed-- We should have left America alone to be a native home. We invaded a village of teepees and buffaloes,   (America was a true native home)
Waves create circles that signify the triangles above   They finally seperate  From the left  From the right  She shoots up  Her white light  Indeed a sign from God 
something that is so close is still yet so far and the only thing between it and me is me. so what's stopping me from obtaining this thing ? the fear of finally getting something you've always wanted ?
I've been abused, broken, and hurt, And yet here I stand above the dirt.   I thought I'd be six feet under by now, But I'm not, I've just slimmed down.   I don't close my eyes to just fall asleep,
A pendant so shiny, covered in shroud, Decorated and designed with every longing to ensnare, Ensnare the remaining corpse of a love that rot, Beguiling enough it was, that it did soothe that angry rot,
Before I was a droning voice, I was lost within the noise.  I discovered a hidden talent, suddenly my art was the noise, I am no longer lost. The strokes hold my thoughts and the image holds my cause, 
Dying, dying, dead It's almost like the Earth and my soul collided Becoming one The similiarity between us  We are both dying I however am dying to grow up,  Dying to be independent,
Whispers sit wistfully in the shadow, The silence as sublime as the outflow, Of darkness and danger from not long ago, Every voice vocalizes with no audio,
Personalities and behavior ripped in twain between home and freedomPreferences and genders exchanged in favor of a roof overheadPerseverance and ache mark my mind but never will reveal myself to unaccepting kind Assessed the situation plenty, all
As a young adult looking back on the past, the amount of mistakes made is unfathomable. I feel as if the most important is something we all struggle with everyday. 
Rojo, meaning red. It is the hue of our blood and what keeps coursing through our veins to keep us alive. On my flag it is the color to represent the union of Europe and the Americas,
I can feel it inside; writhing, shrieking, tearing me apart. It’s frantic.  It wants to escape, to be free from the combines of my feeble human body. My hands grip my ears, trying to block out its garbled, high-pitched plea.
i feared you being a small fragile creature with doe eyes ready to tuck my tail and hide and you knew it   you let me know how off i-
Before I found theatre, I was depressed,  dysphoric,  dispondent.   I began with acting. I dived in headfirst. I had finally found a place where I belonged.   
Jesse & Yeshua 10/24/18   Terry   Hey, Terry.   Lemme do an aside by your side real quick.  
Inspired by the love you give so what if my parents were low income you provided jobs so what if I was an immigrant you provide opportunities  so what if I didn't know English you provided language 
In his arms are copper mines, The pulse they work his drums. Digging up unearthly, glittering, dashing multitudes Common men, molded, stamp mere dimes Yet it lingers within eyes that see
Mentor an experienced and trusted adviser. Key word Trust.
L.C. S.H. E.S. A.S. Mentoring me to my most marked moments.  Love of dear friends is showing me to the path of happiness. I am grateful for the bound of blessings you each have bestowed on me.  
My great grandfather lived part of his life in a cave in Mexico as an orphan. Living within rock walls he learned Loneliness kills men.
I appreciate you for being there every night, from the moment i was born to todays present. Coming home from partys to nothing but an empty home and a cold bed, but always you. 
You brought me into this planet. Yet you've been absent all of this time. Yearned for my life to be expanded. Youthful and never whined. I learned from your mistakes. Impacting the way I feel and think.
It doesn’t feel right to thank you, yet that’s what I’m doing anyway. Roots constricting my soul, you used to control who I was.
Choices, certainty, commitment: coincidentally being with “c”. confusingly, the latter means to either Call on a new, better life  choose a calm, consistent life Catch both types of people 
I think, therefore I am Yet, you placed your ideology Onto me, shaping me. As I was a seedling, You watered me; a downpour of politics a waterfall of what is right and wrong
im standin righ behind u lookin at the godass behind u Oh wait its a goldass behind u wanna have a goldescort with u I be walking righ beside u carefully not to hurt ur drumstick
Great are the flames that keep the darkness at bay Undeserving of its warmth, but still taking advantage Ignorant to the pain that doesn’t come my way
History isn’t always learned through books because of you I experienced it first hand The trips to the capitol Captivating Cool Charismatic
little swan, life will come and go, Don't bother sticking to what you know Please, please go with the flow. Follow your heart.  
How you have refined me, the heat almost unbearable.  Each lick of the flame was searing and brought tears to my eyes. I was molding and melting, bending to the will of the inferno.
The underdogs , the least likely to succeed that we always root for in the movies ,  while we hate , and spit out venomous speech to the ones right in front of our eyes , the ones who don't live on a tv screen but are real,
there is a storm brewing, slowly like herbal tea, deep inside my ribcage.   the kiss of rain dominates my body, filling lungs with oceans of searing saltwater tears.  
You taught me about me about life and everything it holds Through the dark windy nights and days so cold   You brushed my hair and wiped my nose While singing a song about my little toes  
A simple smile / Warmer than the sun on my skin / For you I'd swim a mile. / You're a flower in the winter / Too cold to move / Too weighed to stand tall. / A weight to take, / to make my own, / though shadows pass / and the pain grows.
Our church is going on a campout...   Tents with sand tracked in and river-soaked clothes tossed over sleeping bags. A trail of trampled brush  leading to a brilliant fire
Dutiful, disciplined, dependable dad. How happy to have had: teacher, trainer, tactful taskperson. Listening to lectures, leaning, learnin', sometimes snubbing, I've learned so much; thanks for loving. 
You were the soul of which mine believed they were created together
One, two, three, four How many pills does mommy take till she falls to the floor. I don't think her body can take much more. Five, six, seven, eight Mommy won't see me graduate It hurts to hate all her mistakes.
your lies are like petals picked from the most poisonous flower A flower I could sit and listen to for hours the more I listen the more you pick, and you cast them over me like stars in the darkest sky. and they land,
I want to thank the thing that held the muscles at the back of my throat painfully tight every time I have thought of speaking. Now that I have floated down from that whisper of existence, Bright humanity can only make me smile.
When I told him I love him He just standing there and frozen He didn't speak any words When I told him I wanna be with him Again,he just standing over the corner and stared me without saying any words
Crumpled and torn away from these branches These feelings have began to fall this fall Once a bright summer green became ashes You were once a maple tree oh so tall  
Crumpled and torn away from these branches These feelings have began to fall this fall Once a bright summer green became ashes You were once a maple tree oh so tall  
I have the Power to Presevere and inspire my Peers. I have the Power to Outweigh my Obstacles and Overcome my fears.
Ridiculous I was back then. Weak was I back then. No potential even if I stood on top of Kilimanjaro!   Where would I be, if not at 9 years of age I stood on top of my father's shoulders?  
Surrounded by voices; I was a <murmur>.  Fear had stolen my lips away, Locked them in a vault under the sea-   Why?   My mind was confused.
Here I go again...watching TV but my mind thinking about you..our last and me reunited and released our essence together in the deep moan of love ©mynightprayerwords Selly Agtus
To sit quiet and be nice wasn't kinda his thing He was known to all as the mighty sarcasm king He was shy and so very quiet He was the perfect man with that touch so polite ©mynightprayerwords Selly Agtus
That rage was meant to reveal the truth from behind those eyes open wide He was stubborn and stood up for what he believed in Even though he was a man now,his childishness was still a part of him
He looked like an angel sent from above With those sparkling eyes He seemed the true face of love He was so wild but he had a beating heart His savage way to live was like an only art
He was strong because he was forged in pain Today he ruled because he never stopped when it rained Even though it hurt,he was still holding on Waiting for a day when all that suffering will be gone
Your gaze exposed me My body seemed stiff and hypnotized You broke down my defenses Your eyes made me shiver Your gaze makes me missed about something sweet Making my mind floated imagine something
Did you cry? Yes I did Did you bleed? Yes I bleed Did you suffer? Yes I did Did you stuck? Yes I did What would you do? I cry... I bleed... I suffer.. I faint...
I want more More for what More for love More for attention More for falling love More more kissing More for touch More for embrace More for everything
Don't love me if you want to leave me Don't give me a sweet promise if you want to break it Don't stop loving me Although sometimes you get tired Don't change a bit Because in your love I find happiness
The demon frame in my deepest heart Trying to leave the core of me Want to cast a dark aura from me Spreading the charm of my other self The other me who is thirsty for lust
Your touch makes me shiver Feel the warmth of your skin Your kisses all over my body Your tongue tracing in every curve of my body Make me moan with pleasure The heavenly pleasure of a man
Her smiling make him stroking He feels her skins embraces him They reunite in the silent quiet night With the sky full of stars And feel the essence deep inside them ©mynightprayerwords Selly Agtus
Hello there.. How are you? Have you thinking about me? Because I'm thinking about you Hello.. Can you hear me? My heart trying to call you back but the voice becomes mute Hello.. Can you hear me?
  My quality time.
For the woman I’ve never met   One who has lost more than I have,   Resurrecting the memory of her mother and brother, murdered in cold blood -  
Come, come, come with me Let’s embrace each other,  seep into me. It’s warm and deep.   But there’s something underneath.  
My teacher once told me he was 'in the winter of life'. And how beautifully tragic it seemed at first that we are all seasons.
Warrior who entertained me with the shiny armor. let me punch it; test her pained passionated heart that was so secure secrete in my fathers suit given without a lawsuit my queen a title that suit
Pictures Say A Thousand Words By: Audrey Forte   You could say a thousand words but a picture can say them faster. Frame by frame, and day by day
EIGHTH grade. Mangled in prepubescence Angst, anger and ambition The suit for adolescence
No matter how distraught we feel Lost, lonely, and without appeal Poetry reminds us we’re not alone, That everyone else is also prone,  
I lived life in suspension A life of Suppressed emotion and Stifled self-expression   Until sixth grade when
when i knock on it, my head sounds hollow. it’s unsurprising. nothing good has been made in there for days, my brain might have shriveled up in its static, echoey cavity.  
is this ok? am i ok? is it ok that i exist?   always the questions  that continue to persist in the mind of mankind   always the struggle  to overcome to continue in a game
is this ok? am i ok? is it ok that i exist?   always the questions  that continue to persist in the mind of mankind   always the struggle  to overcome to continue in a game
You know what’s funny- People are funny. And not in the Steve Harvey kind of way. See, the question “why”
  I suppose I'll just start writing. It’s like thinking but confined somewhere between you and me and everybody else.  Silly smiling suspended doubt.  Buildings of brick and steel. Hearts made of mortgages.
“The idea is to write So that people hear it And it slides Through the brain And goes straight for the heart”   I push pen to paper
To be blessed with a beautiful mom is the best gift of all.
Love is the essence of all living things It gives life and meaning to all Both you and me Though big or small Through thick and thin Love comes off the winner Of life's great battlefield
It Was Never Meant to End with Me By: Willow Valli Chiari
I feel it, Their pain, Their joy, In the words, That are written.   My thoughts, With theirs, My feelings, With theirs, My words, With theirs.  
Elaine Jane, Born to poor dropouts, yet still had a brain. Might not swing hammer, still moved from Alabama, Almost killed by a school shooter manna’
Waiting, writhing my words yearning, for freedom through writing. Freedom from thoughts that encumber me, freedom from emotions that smother me, freedom from a mire
I ate food yay ;) :)  leave now plz             NO
I ate food yay ;) :)  leave now plz             NO
The pen flies across the journal.  My heart open unashamed.  Finally, I am free.  No one to judge.  No one to question.  My soul unleashed.  I write as long as I want. Whatever I want. 
The shorter the poem, The sadder the soul.    
In the darkest lairs comes raging tears when summer shines and winter snows. The tales of blood and the splash of guts to tell of our homely woes. When death will stalk and hunger hugs and gives a warmly moan.
As I make my journey goals ahead, pushing through, I take the time to reflect, I take the time to make some sense of all that I have become.   What has brought me here
Ruined plans. Evil at work. Suicidal, sober, and stardom. Torture, terror, and triumph. Irreplaceable. None can escape. Pistols and pills. Elders and young. Admiration and apathy.
His big beautiful brown eyes shown through the darkness like a summer's sunset just before the night falls. His arms grasp me ever so tightly, and in that moment, I could never let go.
Sweet soft rhymes rhythmic against ears so eager Eat every word with sweet salivating stealth Poems provoke pieces of me Hanging on the quatrain I quiver through questions of who I am
Ⅰ                                                                                                   Ⅷ Among hundreds of cafes,                                                 I know sharp warmth
Ⅰ                                                                                                   Ⅷ Among hundreds of cafes,                                                 I know sharp warmth
Silence. I just want silence. Radio static flickers on a broken record spinning at a million miles an hour and no matter how much you slow it down it's always too fast. Silence.
Silence. I just want silence. Radio static flickers on a broken record spinning at a million miles an hour and no matter how much you slow it down it's always too fast. Silence.
I haven’t written in a while,But tonight I'll try again.
Driving down the highway, breeze caressing my locks. Palm trees, blue water, sunshine, Icy mountain tops, and thrill in the cable car. Is there a way to capture these sights?
How was your day today? I ask them everday; To make sure they're okay, and to care for their say.   She said "I'm good" one day. A facade she would play to hide her little gray,
Flowers bloom, afternoon aroma is so awesome Makes you awestruck when you bite into the fruits that blossom Leaning purple petals in the meadows of the sanctuary
they say the universe is infinite that dark matter is constantly expanding that we are but a speck in this scheme so why is it that everytime I look in the mirror I see something horribly massive
  It's a very black night, Just with no light, Living with mosquitos, Sinking in cold water,
as I look back at my page  a mess of words  a smattering of double entendres and single-line metaphors  I come to realize that my poetry  is nothing like yours…
What do I see?A dark man with a bright futureA light was made for me.But will I be the user?I see a boy by age, but a man by stature.In the mirror, I see a young man, but others see a rapper.I see a young man who like sports, music, and education.
Live like a lion. Rummage up a roar. Protect what is precious. Hunt out of hunger Love larger than life.    
If you don't rhyme all the time, it's not a crime because it's unnecessary, sometimes.   I know this is true because I'm writing haiku So should you try to?  
I am a hopeless romantic  But when I attempt to get into a relationship, it is problematic It never seems to work out  So I am in left in doubt But to help me rid of these feelings of heartache
My mother mutters over dishes clinking in the kitchen In eloquent elegance of interlocking iambic ideation Spooling sounds of syllables into subtle symphonies
North Carolina, Keith Scott, who is black/ Killed by police autopsy reveals he was shot in the back/ They got a healthy fear of blacks so we're perceived as a imminent threat/
Close your eyes. And imagine.   A perfect night before the alarm comes off.   When the morning comes, nothing is good.
This thick tithe of pure perfection is slammed on my desk— First day of school. First day of volunteered AP agony. Dark, warm eyes rave over the pages and pages, But of what?
Share with me this moment.  As we lock hands, we take flight.  As we lock hands, we take control.  If only for this moment we share a fate.  If only for this moment we share a fate. 
Freedom from shadows In mirrors and windows, From reflective lures And twisted cores, To soft lore And light covered floors, This is what is brought, And wrought from mine,
the storm is coming the winds are strong they weave their whistles into a song   the sound of lamentation the widow’s  lonely call the storm, the storm is coming the rain’s begun to fall
Dear guy in the UPS store I knew you would be the focus of my poem as soon as I saw the floor Clean shaven, nice hair it looks like you might actually care
Stop loving me gimme youre drink of toxic im not welcome to exuse my K.D welcome myself crazy im so alarmed be so sweet my clone has gone so crazy im the king just kill me with youre apple im to exited
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, They say this flag is a symbol for liberty and justice Yet there was not justice for us
Treading on the trodden trackKnowing I knew my way back.Stumbled on a Frosty verseGot its point with stanzas terse;
A force to be reckoned with!!!By: Alisha Hill
Speak softly into the chambers of my heart. Never let go as you kindle me like a fire on a frigidly cold winter night.   Touching your raven black hair, running my fingers through like a comb.
The first one could not stop feel violated Evil executed exacts Bestowed all on her; at school The second one all too scared Taste terrible time Done harsh deeds on her, at school
I go to your profile; I see you smiling Twitter tells me I might know you Twitter doesn’t know that I once did.   I look through your posts; I see you glowing Facebook tells me you got a new job
True Love? You can never find it Feelings they love to hide it True love can fade Your lover have you caught up in a maze All the games? You thought you were done with them days
Taken as a passing wind.  You suspected infidelity, and you suspected grief.  You suspected destruction before anything began. 
I thought you wanted gold, Not silver, steel, or bronze. That's what I was told.   Oh, gold! That's worth a lot! All or nothing, not half For You, I was taught.  
Here, we see broken hearts bred By souls left on “read” By ghastly ghosting guys and gals,
The sort of familiar feeling of falling  Envelops me like it's always meant to  An ocean that only goes down Devoid of light and air and feeling  I find myself reaching (The surface is miles away)
Dear Dean Winchester, At age four, you were raised a man. You were sent to a precarious frontline, preparing for battle.At age four, not only were you a brother, but you became a father and mother.  At age ten, you were given a gunAnd was told to
Dear Younger Self, I want You to know: YOU ARE ENOUGH, don't let anyone tell You any different, even Yourself.
To my past selves: My pissed off selves, and silent selves; Those selves that sold their richness for a desperate dose of something that could quell the questioning Like a bible or prayer might’ve quelled,
Dear the Ears of Humanity, Perhaps in this letter you will read What you choose not to hear. You may have forgotten I am in college wherein January’s Tuesdays and Thursdays
Dearest Friend,   Lend me your branches, that I may spend upon them a sultry summer day   Enfold me in broad leaves allow secretive breaths to divulge the heartbeat of the forest  
Dear June 4th, 2017,   Why did you take him from us? My sweet, Fat Boy, Everyone’s happiness, Someone’s Sanity, Someone’s heart.
They're too fast They speak of things I don't understand Their lips are quick but their minds are slow here  I would rather be there  Here the harrowing hardships are fast  Not slow enough to listen   
Dear Strong, Powerful, Influential women of the #MeToo movement,   Ladies! Arise and shine for thy light has come The world has given unto you the keys to the kingdom No longer will you be termed “The Reject” 
maybe you're not ready yet.ready for the lies.ready for the hurt.ready for"love". oh my sweet darling, love is when you are readyto love yourself because we may lieto ourselves,we may hurt ourselves but the bravest thing we can dois love ourselves
At times I wonder Where I'm headed in this world.   Where is my place?   In an office, the monotony of keyboards? In a bus, a vagrant of burnt-out success?   Or among the stars above me,
To the person that changed me,   You gave me new beginnings and a new life,   You gave me hope,   When I had none,  
Lost Now Found   A sheep in the wilderness Lost within the herd I cry out, but did anyone see? Did anyone hear? Does anyone care?   The beautiful pastures turn to darkened valleys
Dear fri(end).   There’s a reason why friend terminates with end.   It’s not always the sharp SLASH of a knife to my throat or a slick STAB in the back;
  The tall grass dances With the wind. Twisting, turning, To the silent song   Fat bees hover near Lazily move through the air
As the daring dawn deludes me, Your fervent fire fades,  Were it surely suffocated silently? Or wrongfully wrought with neglect of my serenades.   For I know, my flaunty faults foster irony,
To Those Who Think They Know, Everybody has secrets,So does The GirlTo Those Who Think They Know, but really don’t,The Girl holds her secrets within the cage that is her chestThey don’t see themBecause they only skim its gilded surface, blind to t
Everything looks brown But the moon is gold I wonder if she can hear the Earth sobbing The harvest gains less several single year Farmers blame the city I blame the city too I also blame the farmers
Muggy water, gooey mud Lily pads with bright pink buds A fish, a fly, a heron Swarming swirling swamp, a heaven. Rain! A great grey day.
J-E-S-U-S, Jesus is the Best When You’re troubled and stress, He’ll give you rest His Love is as deep as the ocean blue You can read the Bible to know it’s true.
Nothing in this world has ever been more beautiful than getting to lay my eyes on you. You’re the reason I wake up smiling. Your the reason i stay up all night writing these romantic letters.. You make me the happiest man in the world.
Dear J, Its been a while since we've spoken, And that's the reason that we're broken. Not because we haven't spoken, But because we spoke to much and, The pain from hearts came through our lips,
Dear Grandma,
This is not about me As you and I can see But about my dancing day by day dog Jellybean Jellybean has lots of joy jumping up and down He likes to play and his birthday is in May
This is not about me As you and I can see But about my dancing day by day dog Jellybean Jellybean has lots of joy jumping up and down He likes to play and his birthday is in May
Longing the attainment of enlightenment,
Dear Favorite Pen, You sit quietly over carefully lined pages Resting gentle in my loose grip Point hovering just above the first blue line Your ink begging to be released
Fear      breaks The crack of dawn Tossing, turning, yearning Hardly ever learning   People and places Pasts and problems Things I’ll never have the answer— Four Years. 
Dear Future Husband, I love you so deeply, I love you so much, I love the sound of your voice, and the way that we touch, I love your warm smile, and your kind, thoughtful way,
I have my flaws i don't follow all the laws I may look fine but without you even happiness is a crime So will you be mine? As when I'm with you everything is perfectly fine Your slightest smile makes my world shine
Dear Alex, you are as golden as the rays the sun holds so close to its heart.  Your hands are as soft and delicate as the petals of a sunflower. You bring the
  I remember growing up life wasn't hard. We had nice cars, big house and living right. Waking up in the morning hearing my dog barking and seeing the sun rising.And Thank God for another day.  
                                                     Dear Past Dear Past been through so much I thought it would never last.   Six years old seen My momma got abused
Dear Simon and Garfunkel,   You are something I never understood. A riddle not to be answered, a question left to dangle.   You seemed so happy. Smiling in those album covers, but
Dear Animals, I’m sorry.   Sorry for that pain that I’ve caused From your dying screams To the melodic tapestry of a cheese tastery
Dear Conscience,   Do you remember when I was young? Because I can’t seem To fit those pieces together For where I am now  
And then, would you not Believe that the next thing Carla said to me that Day completely, and I mean Entirely, disintegrated my Feelings. What kind of Grossly cold- Hearted woman
Dear World, I hope that in reading this,You too begin to know her. She was the calm in the storm,Filling each and every broken crack,and each and every fallen construct.She was the bandaid,Holding me together,So tight yet so warm.She defined the w
Dear World, I hope that in reading this,You too begin to know her. She was the calm in the storm,Filling each and every broken crack,and each and every fallen construct.She was the bandaid,Holding me together,So tight yet so warm.She defined the w
To Humankind, It was not a human hand, That rolled the planets into spheres And placed them side by side. It was not our fingers
Sodden with saddening sights And drowning in disappointment. The weight of your eyes
Dear Mother - A Villanelle  
SPOKEN POETRY (human rights)   A Poor to ridiculed, had felt like a trash dispatched A one that has bullied, had felt like was shot with a gun
Dear High School, Four years of daily long yawns and 15 minutes naps. You were filled with an unbelievable amount of ups and downs, but I will never look back and regret anything. From the friends I've made,
Dear Seven,  
I want to express what’s buried in my heart But words can be fickle things that trap and hurt I want to use them to describe something wonderful and chaotic
Have you ever loved so much it hurts? I have. It's the worst. Take a step back before you attack because the usual explanation is what this will lack and that's a fact.
Dear Savannha, You’re my older sister My sister who told me family was everything My sister who laughed with me and shared memories
I wish I made you up inside my head. If you didn't exist I wouldn't feel like this  And these thoughts of you I wouldn't dread.   And sometimes I just wish that I was dead;
Life is like a piece of art Your art Paint it with patience and fortitude Don't attempt to rush It'll get smashed up
I picked up my pen and tor a paper Ready to write an article, so verbal But I was so empty inside, with guilt in mind, tortured by my crimes, which I commit in this life.
Dear Teddy Bear,   All torn, tattered, and tear-stained With half of an ear eternally creased How many nights have I spent alone?  
The heart, frostbitten, cries out for an ounce of comfort, kindness, compassion, consolation- consideration. People, without empathy, pick, prod, panic, probe, pry, peel,  push, and pull.
To my dear grieving Angel: How often they gathered, The two toads Water was the body they lathered They were one another's odes.  
Jordan,   Because they were rough, and calloused The worn fingers that laced with mine matched the temperament of their owner The hands of a hard man  
It was when the happiness was abundant in life. It was when all I needed to be happy were some toys.   It was when the bad people only existed on Superman.
Here today, standing at the beginning of a new year, when I look back, for the first time in my life,   I don't see any regrets. I don't see any worthless pain. I don't see any failures.  
Before the light shone on my new face, My family was already around me,  The first born child, I am the newest roots to my lineage. Who runs through my veins,  Who I unconditionally love,
Dear Problem Child, I saw what happened,I saw the fear in your eyesWhen it stopped being angerWhen it became hate
Dear woodpecker how are you just tap tap tapping away you have no fears just keep tap tap tap tapping away you have no cares just carfree tap tap tap tap tapping away what are you doing to me
Dear Poetry, Thank you for always being there. I mean, I'd be worried if you ran away from me Black scribbles flying off the page making me double check my prescriptions
December 22, 2017 Dear Soccer,    In the locker room the flame is lit Putting on the official game kit Pre game is all about the vision
For a very long time I looked down on myself for pursuing my dreams instead of the wealth My brother, an engineer My sister, a nurse   And I...  I am...   not the lawyer you wanted to see
The nurse who would be sucking my blood that day was a;Beyonce-singing;Hip-swinging;Needle-wielding ninja;  
Handcuffed to the dreadful normality  of predictibility Strangled by the soffocating realization Of habit. Held captive by fear.    One can not force one's self to Change. Yet, without change,
Dear The New Year, I am nearly 18 58 days till to be exact I am nearly an adult But really I am a child I am a child left behind Not academically Emotionally  
Dear High School, This is an open letter to you as I near graduation in five short months. Because those months will not compare to almost four years of smiles, essays, and all the memories in between.
This placid playground lined with rusting bullets is what i grew up in. A conglomeration of twisted metal lines this place of has been happiness and if one were to walk around these metallic missiles they would see that they have names on them.
Words by Helen Keller    Life is NEVER about going head-on.Try to BEND the road a little.You want to make YOUR life meaningful,Turning your HEAD this way and that.
Kingdom hearts Artistic Irreplacable Rare Intellgent
Faithful Accepting Messy Iratatting Loyal Yokelish Approachable Noble Dangerous Frank Rare Immature Embarassing Nice Daring
Very Atheletic Rare Elfish Neat
Loyal Elfish Humble Unquie Artist
Ezra E. Ohly 165 East Street Wellington, Oh 44090   Dear past self, I wish you the best for what is to come.
This world has gone completely down the drain.    We fight pointless battles, we watch tragic events instead of doing something.    We're being brainwashed by the technology we're so obsessed with. 
The life in him runs under the skin, under my hand, running through the splotches, smelling up into my nose
Dear victims of my verdict,   Forgive me, for my input, I thought I could, Persuade you, Change you,
Dear,AFFLICTION  I’m GLOWING UP and GROWING UP. That may upset most, and make many envy. Some may say “oh she’s acting new” or “she think she pretty” Never that honey. Honestly, this has always been there.
Than the silver light that shines on oars-divided sea so lovely is the smile you bring at which I stare with no blinks
You fascinated me Early Fall, runny noses Pale, dry faces In a room full of obnoxious peers and sleepy eyes I saw you. And you fascinated me.
Dear Predator,   You took my innocence- Ripped it from my clenched fists And tore it to tiny pieces As I looked on in horror.  
Definitions Yesterday I got out of bed Changed out of my pajamas and into fresh clothes Splashed water on my face and cleaned my teeth I laced up my own shoes, i crawled into the bathroom
I was five the first time I heard my parents fight,Their tongues forking lightning in flippant tones.Even now I can hear the resounding booms that shook our home,And people wonder why I’m terrified of thunderstorms. I was nine the first time the w
He's my hero He care so much from my tender age, He's there in time of my race, Sometimes he felt he could run my race, Because of my tiny legs not to fail my race, But nature won't allow him pick the race,
 Dear Nashira, You are so sweet! No other child can compete.  I am so proud to be able to call you my niece.  Sometimes you are so loud I can barely sleep but still your the most perfect child in my eyes.
  Brown eyes sing sweetly, Sounding deep and warm, like earth Song from the forests
Covered in a fury of flames,And subsequent smoke,I called for some water to quench myparched self.So you,My beautiful,Last signal flare,guided me to your outstretched arms.You became my oceanOf loveAnd shallow devotion.I grasped for your hand,Sear
Dear Brown,   You always follow me You always stay with me Like the sun in the summer And the cold in the winter.   My brown is not your brown My brown is not his brown
your vision blurred with weeds (buried in your computer) burning –   you invented new colors, crying to branches stretched out to you
I love people so much to the point where they pull out scissors to make a collage out of our relationship- slicing away each day until it fits the requirements for their need for space
Are you aware that the ground you step on is a golden path for me to followAnd every door you walk through is a diamond-encrusted gate.
I Love… Love is patient Do not tell me you love me unless you are willing to put aside your plans for my time Love is kind
Dear "Daddy", What is love? See, you taught me growing up that yelling and slamming doors was love, That me asking my mother where you were, was love. You taught me that I was only there to sit and look pretty,
I know your brain is wired in a way that makes you think everybody within a 3 mile radius hates you, is annoyed by you or thinks you’re a lazy cow.  
I have the Power to empower and challenge those in power and their reign from their tower of tactlessness and terror. I am an individual not identical to those identities intending to suffocate me.
Listen -- We are siblings, you and I Two halves to the same whole.  You crumble and crackle and scream your frustration All darkness and fury, blood in the water.  Yes, I see you clearly:
In the deepest part of my deadly diary The part where you don’t even write ‘dear diary’ Rather an anonymous date perhaps as proper proof of ‘here I am’
You're so goddamn beautiful, you gorgeous black goddess. I done found myself in a situation with infatuation, this unbearable desire that I have, I can't help but wonder. Its certain things that you do, that drive me wild.
On a Loop losely based off Kerouac and Motorcycle Maintenance, Bums and Trains. Yet what most perplexes people... Why. Why try  so hard to go  So Far From Home. The Answer?
Dear Vanity,   I seem to have this predilection for abandoning anything that is not perfect.
 My body is my temple.   My body is my holy ground.  They tried to burn it down just because I am "too round".  My body is my temple holy ground.  They don't like when I smile or when I frown.
My neighborhood Young in age & played the streets Despite the interruptions of gun slaying around me My neighborhood A Lil Older More unique
p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }a:link { } I want to speak with Dean In drug laced ecstasy, beatification grasping him Holy saint of sin On the Road again I want to speak to Carlo
p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }a:link { } My head is full of cabin fever Nothing much to do— Except indulge, engorge, satiate, satisfy, consume Everything to do—
Dear Daddy,
Words have power but have you forgotten That power comes with a price? You did not consider (that) as you wrought in Trouble; with a pen, be wise. You ruined us with that darned stylus,
Finding someone who is caring, careful, conscientious is far more difficult than I’d like it to be.When I found you I felt at peace, I felt like the world finally had meaning, motive, mind.When I met you my anxiety emerged its way back out of the
Because I Love you You have taught me to love myself You have taught me to believe in myself You have taught me to finally realize what love really is   I was hurt, broken, uncompleted
I invited you to share a drink, and we both climbed the mountain of wine. I would shout to the mountains and they would say in reply, “He’s not yours.”   Are you tied to me? With an abiding knot?
You do not have to face discomfort 
To the edge of the universe and back for you, I'll miss the broken avenue To stay by your side forever, Even with the sunrise calls, I'd rather trip I'd rather fall, Than to have you in pain,
As you look in my eyes, You see me, Not just my face or my hair, You see my soul, When you look at me, My heart feels whole,
I love you. Yes, You.    It's definite and its finite.  It's something that envelops you wholly. It caresses every dent in your armor.
Because I love you, I’d reach and grab all the stars, Because I love you, Our arguments are compromises, Because I love you,
Love flows between people Between the grooves of their skin Between the cracks of their lips Between the canal of their blood vessels.
It is not physical, People ask about my new "Glow" "How are you such a morning person?" "It's my new skin care routine, y'know?" I lay in bed, trapped in my head I want the voices to stop,
Because I love you, I'll do your homework for you. I'll stay up late and make sure there aren't noises creeping out of the cracks in your house. Because I know- you're scared of monsters. 
i forgot your face i forgot your voice i forgot your grip  i forgot you but i remember  giddy grins sunsets shared elated eyes park pizza crushed cheezits skipped stones 
Everyone who has ever done a kind deed for us, spoken one word of encouragement to us, or simply believed in us, has entered into the makeup of our character, as well as our success
because you love me, you take me to the farmer’s market just so i can continue my search for honey that is as sweet as you are. i have yet to find any that comes even close
Sharing giggles, locked eyes, silly faces, Midnight phonecalls, dreaming of futures. Arcades, Sci fi movies, Civilization matches. He introduces Legend of Zelda.
My parents are LOVE. They argue, they fuss and downright disagree with each other, often. LOVE is not seeing eye to eye. They like different movies but every once in awhile they find one together.
My love covers those with a blanket of endless support and emotion. My love empowers others to love others. My love is loud and a vibrant green.
Because I love you, Lets build, Because I love you, I want to be able to share a cup of coffee with you, Because I love you, lets be adventurous  Because I love you we should have boundaries,
I am that sunflower that grows to the moonlight You feed me moonshine and I spit water like liquid courage Just like moon  I shine bright and no thank you  I don’t need Nobody’s SON to reflect that
In a modern world, consumed by sex, one does not think of Love. It is only the minority that still practice love, real Love. Love is cute dates, Courtship, Kindness, kissing.
In a modern world, consumed by sex, one does not think of Love. It is only the minority that still practice love, real Love. Love is cute dates, Courtship, Kindness, kissing.
I often smile at just the thought of you, the sound of your voice makes my heart skip a beat, awestruck I listen as if you are the only voice in the room.
So son we see sleeping seating sleazy seasoning  Please seek some seeds to sort some singing  Soldiers solder souls and sultans sojourn skulls Stalls in looms shook shrooms and swords in succession swinging 
     -Don’t speak- Look around. I am a girl who provides for my six siblings I have 2 jobs paying minimum wageBarely brushing by, i don’t get to have much to show off My bully doesn’t know this;My bully picks at my clothes, my hair, my rough finge
I must hold her together Her seams burst  She cuts the threads herself  Twisted and broken inside she lash out  She cuts me one-thousand cuts with an unseeable edge  I am a man Her words cannot hurt me
  A precious little bundle in a pink and purple blanket, she was cuddled A sweet little girl Your natural, fresh-water, gleaming pearl
What do you see when you look at her Most would say a soldier indeed   But behind every smile is a story   She writes her book day by day making  
Love is a tremendously strong word, Love is two souls joining together, Love can change someones personality, Love is giving flowers for no reason, Love is telling that one special person how much you mean to them,
What is the feeling that makes my heart still? Beating slow and soft to the harmony that we all feel. Day by day, with sunset to sunrise, she is warm like the willow that  kisses the breeze.
I have been beaten. Bewildered, betrayed, Brought down by the lies with which these knights Have wounded me with Like the lie of being loved.  
There's a delectable agony in what we call life. It's the delusional fantasy, and non-satisfying elegantissima that we crave. We're all in constant pursuit of the exclusive ecstasy that we relent others for having.
My past was not painful enough To label traumatic: Stuffed with chastise,
He said if you leave me I will hang my head through the rope made of my tears formed from your decision to  detach yourself from my love   He said to prove you love me 
Wandering beyond adventure in intellectually spiritually incline being to have a positive outreach on each encounter a genuine joy in each moment in life living sometimes learn yet grace comes with peace of mind be a gem that gathers it's beauty f
  Love is Patient, Love is Kind. Yet You turn from my smallest transgressions, a nuclear waiting for any trigger I Love You is your favored weapon, cutting me down little by little
Between us exist,  a mutual relationship,  is called "Love". Love is no guarantee, That respect is prior to us. Love is trust, Because I love you,  I believe on. Love is support,
Between us exist,  a mutual relationship,  is called "Love". Love is no guarantee, That respect is prior to us. Love is trust, Because I love you,  I believe on. Love is support,
I am just like you I am just like you Who likes to see the beautiful things of life and appreciate it   I am just like you I am just like you  Who likes to be held captive of their own passed
Because I love you I will let you go Because I love you I have to go down another Path What we have is toxic What we need is space We cannot relate So I rather deflate the Tension
Because I love you I will s m o o t h out your hair whenever you get frustrated Because I love you I will watch movies I. Don’t. Like. Because I love you I will go on adventures with you  
I see what you strive to be. I see the You when no one is around. --Real love does not demand, it is not asked. It comes with ease, even in a world of people desperate to be loved.
Because I love you.. Of course we can be together. Because I love you.. Sure, you can come over.  Because I love you.. No apparently means yes.  Because I love you.. it's okay if you grab me aggressively.
Because I love you, I will prove it through my caring actions.Every day I will tell you I love you and hope that this will make some impactions.Capability of expressing our feelings, while hearing
As I’m sitting here looking at the sky, I think of the blue in your piercing eyes. I smile and laugh as I think of you, And slowly start to realize. It’s not your overwhelming beauty,
Afraid of being alone, but you always feel alone. So are you always afraid? You create a bubble to bury yourself inside. You can't keep calm during class. You drag yourself down all day. Even while you're encircled, you feel emotional empty.
Because I Love You Because I love You, my arms are always open Because I love You, you can do no wrong Because I love You, we can do no wrong Because I love You, I’m always around
I was an angel, fallen and scared I found you who sewed my wings again I hesitate to look in your eyes, for I would never know when to stop. Your eyes were my starts that guided me through the dark sky.
It's not the way that she stares at me It's the way she speaks words towards me It's not how she can make my cheeks feel like they are on fire It's how she can do it with ease
He kisses me, Venom escapes him, And he becomes what he has always been, A snake. Hissing promises of forever in my ear, “I will sss-tay.”
He met her the day that she met him Always together, their future without each other was quite slim This was the superb start of something new So thought the girl, but this boy was not true
Peace, Love, Creativity, The world is ours to conquer  We spread hate instead of positivity Making the government stronger   Our rights have no voice to speak Police brutality taking over the streets
I hope you forgive Me for all the headaches I cause. My mouth truly operates Independently, andWhile I stargaze searching For words to best describe it.
A tree stands tall in a green paradise Proud and independent of all support This oak is free of sin and evil vice This perfect image time does not distort
I saw the hand of God tonight Reach down and touch the ground Wrapped in reverence i was aware of everything knowing nothing He speaks to us in light and no words are needed to answer
Because I love you, I never left your side even when the world seemed to be coming down Because I love you, I held you when times got tough Because I love you, its the trust we have 
the privilege of touchinganother person’s bodyconnecting skinto skin thisis the gift of aphroditesubtletya grace in touchingfingertip to palmhead to necklips to hand this poetry of silencebridge between solitudeand      something bettermingling of
I love you. I love the way I hurt all the time. I love the way you make me feel like breaking down. I love it when you say you love me, but don’t show me.
Love is a four-letter word Accompanied by a hashtag before it And an idyllic image of feet and hands and sun and sand shortly after Love is a catchy little tune
Because I love you, it shouldn't matter right? The abrasions and bruises that you place on my skin again and again Their  just apart of the superficial layer it doesn't matter as long as your love for me is still within
Sitting here the room is spinning, My listening ears have started quitting. My mind has gone all askew,
I'm another casualty to the weapon of love. The trigger pulled by joined hands. Claims of compassion suffocating my every breath, Nearly as strong as the words of manipulation. "You're my everything"
Seven billion people are living But they exist merely as “nobodies.” A few of them - in our direction - swing,
Strong lips to speak firmly and say no, yet soft enought to kiss Strong arms to work the farm, but loving enough to hold me Wise mind to tell the truth and never lie Soft, gentle eyes that show his care
You didn't look back As you sped away, my heart turned black Heavy and hollow, it sensed the coming pain My sun became rain Love down the drain You didn't look back I love too much
Love is more then just a word   Love is very strong  Love must always be unfurled  Love makes me belong  Love always keeps me grounded  Love with whomever  Love is very redounded 
The void    that would be created if I were to disappear... How big would it be? Not very, I imagine No bigger than a fraction of a part of an 8th of a cell that is already dividing into something
If you found a piano alone in the dust of dark clouds whose keys still could strike a chord despite their sorry state, whose notes, though off, could craft a singsong tune,
Hollow. I feel hollow. Or, or maybe I feel hurt. No it's hollow, I feel nothing ever since that night Ever since that night, one, two three four fifth night.
Because I Love You I hear you Not just the words you utter from your lips, but the ones that remain unspoken Every inflection, tone, word that ends up broken
Has anyone ever wonder how roger rabbit managed to get Jessica?, How goofy wooed Cowbella? or What Daisy saw in Donald? I never met a women who could teach the stars to burn bright.
I'm bad at remembering when to showerand you're a clean freak. I was grimy with sweat, filthy to the point a shower was unavoidable.
David F. Battey, He was a lot of things in 85 years He was a father, a grandfather, a husband, a friend. He was a learner, a doer, a thinker.
We swung on the same swings Slid on the same slides,  but at a time like this I just want to cry. We throw up our hats, And sing as Loud as we cand sing. It's Graduation Day,
It’s when I’m drinking coffee, I love coffee by the way, And I’m laughing just cause, You said something funny yesterday.   It’s when I wait to watch a show,
Achlorophyllaceous Alabaster, Immaculate Achromatic, Ashen, Silver Pure white symbols innocence     Atramental, Charcoal, Jet
How can two walk together excepted they agree? But like bony and clide forever we´ll be. For better or worse till death do us part, That is where the love will start.
as the faint thumping of a beating heart enters the room she         begins                       to cry her              heart is in no place to undergo stress      
I love you but you don’t know Yet How I gaze at you through your bedroom windows How I marvel at your beauty as you study in the library
You need someone who respects that you both need independence. You need someone who is trusting and trustworthy.
If you take a look inside this heart of mine, I do not doubt that what you will find is another, out in front. Sipping soup with your sick self, Hugging hues of hesitation away.
Because I Love You I won't hit you when I'm angry  Because I Love You  I won't push you around   Because I Love You I won't physically harm you Because I Love You 
I stare deeply into your beautiful brown eyes as they gleam in the bright moonlight and I soak in every little detail. The way your eyes grow soft as we make eye contact melts my heart completely.
Huele a cadaverHuele a cadaver y apesta cada vez mas fuerteHuele a recuerdos a sueños y esperanzacolgando de la orilla de un edificio tratando de salvarse despues de haber tratado de suicidarse,
Because I love you, I noticed that there was only enough medicine in the cabinet for one of us, and I left it for you Because I love you, I gave you the bigger half of my favorite chocolate chip cookie
Soft and pastel colors touch the sky while the early birds fly by. A cool breeze gives you a chill  as you make your way up our favorite hill. Step barefoot into the morning dew
The way you look at her tells you more than any amout of words ever. The way you look at her when she is lost in her own world and you see her catch herself.
i think the ocean will love you so long as you come to her when her lover, the sun, has gone. she will tease you to her shores like silk sheets,  she will sing to you like a siren calling your name so longingly and lovingly,
loud enough to startle the stars. a fond farewell left in a love letter to god. what a sweet gentle blonde you were to me.
Can you feel me? Wrapped up in your thoughts. Exploring the horizone of your emotions.  Caressing your soul. Standing in painful awe of your beauty.  I dance around your feet, singing your praise. 
I hold the power to create and destroy, My presence brings peace and joy, I do more harm than good in my absence, I am capable of bringing down God's presence.   I am oneness, togetherness and strength,
  The reaper came to the field that day, For there were twenty million souls to pay. Trapped liked rats in a cage, We came out of the trenches with rage.  
When she was a little girl Without her cloak Without her crimson-red shield She was innocent, full of light, full of life  
Locked in my tower  Laying in my bed at night  Laughing no longer   "Mother! Where art tho?"  "Mother? Do you hate me so?" "Mother! I need you."   Placed in solitary 
Bonjour. You look at my beauty, you look at my prevelent poisnous poise, And none would expect that I would have such a secret. But my outer shell does not reflect the inner noise 
Toes curl below ragged skirts,  her eager eyes lit with meager heat,  a single match.  Visions of food, of shelter, of home  all she wants diners devour meat  girl devours sight 
Once upon a time, things used to be different, imagination had a natural sparkle. Not one projected on a shiny screen, dragons, unicorns,
indecisive the feeling i get when you walk away the feeling i get when you say my name throughout my life i have tried to let go
What is it worth Speaking out loud What is it worth For you to be proud What is it worth
Once Upon a time there was a young child the child was very young he really liked to run he started running from the fear little did he know he was being chased by a bear
Once upon a time, There was a girl whose name was Cinderella. Now most would think she was a maid, But really she was a slave. She was the most hideous girl in the land,
I am drowning. Slowly. The color, from my world, swirls down the cyclone of this sea, and me right along with it. It gets greyer with each passing month, then the  pace quickens.
After the apple she doesn’t eat much. Not that she did before. Being a princess Means being beautiful. Being beautiful
Sometimes my brain is not kind to me. It starts with the sounds around me. My teacher is talking. My classmates are whispering. I hear it all and it is so so loud.   Then, I stim. 
Rubies glint on the sill in the light of the sun-- A light she'd once seen through miles of murk. "Happily ever after" she heard herself say, While her stranger of a husband prepared for his work.   
Darkness spreaded the sky As the evil crows began to fly A dark shadow attacked the palace's light As the palace's guards began to fight But the shadow cursed the light into darkness
Ariel wanted more she dreaded being a washed up old bore. The clever mermaid dreamed of being human for more than one romantic reason the curious little creature craved knowledge
The clock strikes midnight and The golden girl that I've fallen for Turns away "I must go," she says and dashes down the steps before I can say a word "Wait!" I wish to say, but am too late
Our eyes met, but our hearts could not bear it: Ashamed to spill our secret desires That would unleash sinful scorching fires, Burning those that would’ve never permit The crime of love which we dared to commit.
This earth is a floating prison captive confined closed in at every moment the blood from the cuffs clamped so tight onto our mind the sweat of our labor burns with frustration as it coats our eyes the grease from the machine drowning us slowly bu
Once upon a... NO! That's not how they always go.   "Slaughter and feast!" This was the code I grew by, "Be the beast!" Why should I? Try as I might, I felt beaten,
Pretty little girl With a basket full of fruit.  Her mouth may smile,  But her eyes reveal the truth.    Says she's off to see her aunt,  But that's not her real plan- She has a secret hidden
There! she sits gazing blankly into space, A girl so lively and of a quick pace Afraid to let anyone into her world                                                                                                         
I'm so understated Glass slipper? I mean, so overrated Cinderella this, Cinderella that but you never hear about Drizella What's up with that?   I watched and I waited
Tonight the dogs fought, Sounding all at once Like a thousand people screaming And a flight of hundreds of crows taking off, Their wings smacking the air All at once in a horrendous cacophony of noise:
Fairytale endings are meant for princes and princesses. Who made the rule book to detemine my destiny. Breaking the rules is not how win over your true love. Changing who you are to impress a boy is preposterous.
  One second I was next to my prince, but next thing I know, he’s disappeared!? Or is it I who disappeared – did I get transported? Though it's as if I’ve grown giant,
I have orated to the lay about the dangers of AIDS & how every books page brings you a step closer to getting paid   I have recited to the rich about a large poverty ditch
This is a test. A poem of sorts. Trying my best. To impress my cohorts...
I was born with puppet strings in my skin. With hooks in my joints and a painted-on smile. I was born to please and placate, To be Mommy's Little Angel (To look pristine). I was born to vomit bubblegum pink
Rapunzel, Rapunzel   You are stagnantly settled in fog rising from    the charring scales of black magic and you are  
In a world without magic and a world without wonder the princess Aurora Fell deep into slumber   She slipped away, unnoticed Into the deepest of sleep. But couldn't be woken
  Four White Walls, one man standing with nothing to hold onto but bare hands So dry the cold concrete can’t compare, carelessly cracking away like the desert
Sweet Tea.....You know? That Sweeeeet Tea so good you gotta stare at it after taking a sip? That "mm mmm good, freezing drop of heaven on a hot summer day" tea?
Smooth skin replaced by Broken bones;   Empty eyes seen within Melancholy mirrors.   Remorseful reflections gazing back at Spurning spirits;   Hindering hatred
Notes appear extraneous through anger and pain, government systems articulated sensations that quiver twisted predictions/ Major points are owned by peaceful spirits proposed in humble tones/ people rebell any signs of guidance or help provided, l
Goodnight Life   goodnight moon and  goodnight stars   goodnight saturn and  goodnight mars   goodnight clouds and  goodnight rain  
Do dreams really come true? Do Fairy God Mothers' really believe in,  "Bippidie Boopidie Boo"? Do needs and desires have a common rhyme? Then, why do I feel like I am running out of time?   
Once upon a time, there lived three dwarf brothers who lived in a city surrounded by a great stone wall they lived in safety, happy and carefree until they met an elf who had a great fall
I was the final descendant, the last of my kind.   Our bones were built of bread, our enemies in tiny Bits in our bellies, their taste bitter.  
There were nine of us At the bottom of the tree   We were separated by four visible roots Three on the first Two on the second
The Walmart nametag pinned to an ill-fitting vest read “Phoenix,” but he had no wings, just long skinny limbs that were good for reaching merchandise on high shelves.
I wake. I cry. 4 A's, but a blemish. The single smudge on my reigning crown. The shade on my everbright domain. The hungry caterpillar to my blooming garden.  The ominous C. 
As I jog along the lush earth, the flaming ball sets on the horizon, and the morning dew rises as the ice begins to defrost. The Eden garden awakens as the sphere of light rises beyond the early morning sky.
There lied sweet, little Red Riding Hood Who felt the impulse to see her grandmama She wasdressed in a red cape and held a basket with delicious food Red symbolized her adventure in the mysterious forest
She could have asked for anything: Diamonds,Dresses,Dainty Delicacies. But she knew None of those things mattered.She had all she needed:A father's love,A mother's memory,Her beloved books. But there was one thing she wanted,Something so fleeting,
Join and fight, join to die. Join to paint, a blood-red sky. The artists are the infantry, The archers black a sky to see, The flames, the art, Troy to dust While Hektors sword gives way to lust,
The world is crap. The endless sounds of voices echoing in our heads telling us we’re not good enough, we’re not pretty enough, all the voices accumulating space in our brain so the only thing we think is this.
IMPROPERLY GIVEN! {A SAD STORY} Precious was a lady who was used to being given she demanded clothes, she was given, she demanded money, she was given, she demanded love, she was given,
when we were young life was easy we never did care who did what n who was who, fast forward.
A song of war and victory Is a melodic mystery. Good and evil symmetry Instrumental and sentimental melancholy entity Could it be lack of knowledge? Or failing to acknowledge another product...
In school I used to say ---”I pledge allegiance,” to America, a country I now, struggle to remember my allegiance to.
The day that a politician berates the hypocrisy that plagues their flawed program is the day that politics becomes extinct. In place of fanged teeth and outstretched claws,
There is a spray tan in the oval office.  I don’t want to hear from the Tangerine Man about his wall.  The word ‘them’ has a greater capacity to separate people than any wall. 
NUMBERS   Dedicated to the people around the world who I really want to help. …but I can’t quite just yet.  
  L is for little, the little things that make each and every person unique O is for optimism, the optimism in every relationship
The President of the United States is a symbol of sexism. The man shamelessly slips his hands up women’s skirts, While pleading we abandon our protests because his ego hurts. But I refuse to rest my resentful recitations
America studies 10,000 years versus 2.6 million of human existance, Ignores many the many great civilizations of Africa, The development of the African Diaspora, And look over its significance and continued importance.
They say this is the land of the free, but how can that be when the police are shooting black people like me.
Headlines. Trump- worst president in history Trump ruined America How Trump is spending his money The truth about Trump.  Okay, so we hate Trump.  How many of us can really say why?
I tried to list out all the problems in society. But there are so many in this country.   Racists and Rapists run rampant, Some even run for office And they get elected.
Is This Not The Very Nation Built on religion That goes to elaborate A clear Segregation Between Church And State And the same country that
Red white and blue, oh my how I miss the real you.    These lands wail with the voices of our ancestors  Yet the hands of our government are controlled by investors Now the streets are home to hordes of protestors.
America’s AmmunitionThe Devil's in the White City Drenched our Angels in red Never help us when we Bleed More Power telling how we Bled
Predators around on the prowl trying to find easy prey. Their bow is cocked and ready and they let the arrow fly. You die just a little for you watched with shame as they hit their target.
Noble white hands go againstThe wind. Playing with the tanned sand,Slips from her ivory hands. Tiny palmchatsMingle, mimicking the sand and hand,As they fly far to another land. Now, I
Police brutality Y’all need to wake up it’s a reality Kids can get shot Without a second of thought Parents living absent from their child
"America the Beautiful" We sing with pride Yet we are blind To our own dark side People are starving for hope Starving for a scrap of food While the rich step on their backs
I used to Spend every eyelash, every dandelion wish Hoping for someone to make me feel happy I used to Think about you and radiate joy I used to
At 6 I never had a friend So when someone came up to me and said “Bare your soul and I'll give you the lint from my pocket,” I told her, “You can pay me by being a friend.”
Black is blue.Blue black.Black blue.A hue,No one can see but me and you.I Don't know why it's blue, Just is Blue.
Warm wind whistles low. Humidity increases quite slow. Rain begin to fall in the heat of day. All the children hide away.  A mother reaches out her hand. Promises to protect the land. Promises to care for the children who live in said place. Promi
How can we be freeWhen homeless lay shivering in the streetsHow can we be freeWhen we are disgraced for whom we loveHow can we be freeWhen children with guns run rampantHow can we be free
She is so naughty, If she smiles it seems pretty When she walks on the meadow street, The surrounding nature wants to do her tweet.
Oh you poor little humans, You Selfish Ignorant Humans you think that your cause is right, but your fight is not a just cause.   You fight for injust reasons hoping for change
You are the reason why my life is better. You are the only one who can make me smile, just telling me a ok which I don't like but you make me liked. Love you
The land of the free  it isn't all it's cracked up to be Indeed it's worse away from here But still, as free as we claim to be as free as freedom should be It Isn't.  
he walks the dusty dirt road, skipping stones in the stream, singing songs to the sky, painting a picture of perfection for the untrained eye.   but as the stream curves closer to the dusty dirt road
It must be easy to be white in America. Let me be more clear. It must be easy to be a wealthy, white, straight man in America. Tell me, what do they have to fear?  
This Nation America Claims to be Learned But We Cannot Find a Way To Give Our Children the Education They Deserve From Elementary School we can see the funds are Preserved Somewhere Else  
It is said that mankind is machinery That people are but pieces and parts Cogs and coils in some colossal cosmic clockwork Our directions and diction dictated by dials
So, here we are, here’s to the death Of youth. Let us embrace this space In time, let us exhale this last breath Of childhood awe and leave this place Which we lived in our own wild wonder.
We started off united, as one whole We fought for us, not against each other Now this country's heart has a gaping hole We don't accept people like a brother.  
A country, founded on faith and freedom Fought through wars amongst itself and externaly, Still stands as strong as the once might Hercules. Although we are perhaps one of the youngest nations,
Dear Ms.Queen So you say how you're some sort of Queen and from the looks of it you have a lot of people under your spell well glad to see that you're living like Beyoncé, just a few notches less.
the s        k         y. oh say can you see-   abundant America adjourns the act -attacks-
My life is full of  snakes. I feel like i am drowning in a lake. A lake of  burning fire. I cant breath because the toxic fumes. fill my lungs and fill me with gloom. I cannot breath, I can't even try.
Work 9-5 every day But these Bills I cannot pay I try to go to school But my passion I have to overlook Cause it costs $500 just for the fricken textbook Our jobs are being moved All under trade deals
These days children are crying Old people are dying The privileged are whining "Why can't everyone have MediCare!" "That's so not fair!"
Here I was born, in the land of the free, where my parents choose to serve. Yet, from how others have been treated, that I see, Is it really the name it deserves?  
Best life with new world Test all parts of the work And contribute our life Is that NEW vision
What is a stress For one we miss force And that beat Lagos Lead to miss strong   Let me express a stress  By explanation of strength In which I have experience Ad dig a stress a hole
America. Home of the brave and land of the free. It's not a terrible place to be We have great traditions
For my daughter: I wish only the greatest of aspirations so that when somebody says “No!” She will say “Yes!”
Now- I reach the summit and sigh, watching as the heaving breath becomes fog- then melts away. And I smile, clutching aching sides. It's hurts more than I care to admit this year of days passed by. 
I haven't taken statistics but here's a probability A young boy learning about all his impossibilities His ability slated down to mediocre normality
Summer slips by, But not those mistakes. Fall befalls, Up, Up are the stakes. Winter's nighttime tarries, Implored to find haste. For she invokes the thought, "Egad! Wherefore thou waste!"
Not long ago, did the cosmos seam to shake And disclose to me my own perspective.   I looked into a mirror And saw my face, My eyes, my hair, my skin.   Then, in nothing short of a miracle,
The smell The scene Sphynx Grounded without sense As I was As I am Past with sadness Present with seduction
dark. her eyes dart from side to side. nothing. slowly, she lowers herself onto her knees;
The glare of blue and green sparkle in sun letting all children play in sea and sand. Swimming, digging, basking, all make it fun for which it is called a vacationland.
"You're gifted; if only you'd apply yourself," he's told for eleven years. "They don't know me like I know myself." The boy loves but envies his peers. "No awards to be shown on my shelf,"
I am depressed. I am depressed I am D E P R E S S E D. I wear it like a badge upon my chest that defines me!
I am depressed. I am depressed I am D E P R E S S E D. I wear it like a badge upon my chest that defines me!
you’ve shouted at meyou’ve put me down when i needed you to be there for mei called you my group of friendsnow, you can’t stand the fact that i don’t like what you like
Black In America. i felt it for the first time. how Ironic. I was always Black In America.
Everyone whispers behind me,Their breath tentative on my neck.They point at me and say,Remember who she used to be?A year ago I was running, leaping, bounding, endlessly traveling forward.
Money, money, money, I used to think it was funny.   People say it makes many smile. Yet, the need for money is unpleasant, haunting, and vile. As a kid, I was made to believe money grew on trees.
The sun shines and the birds chirp It’s a perfect day for everyone but us Little do we know that change awaits Change that will forever alter our lives   We said good luck and wished you well
At the start of the year, all I saw was distress and doubt. I saw only the negative parts of my life, and I constantly doubted myself and others. I was in negative relationships
Dear friend Dear father Dear lord Dear creator Dear god That's what you are Right?My questions overwhelm meAnd even now I doubt When will I learn to trust you,Live free, and Give my all to youGod I'm tiredTired of knowing of you But not knowing yo
As the clock strikes midnight And one-six is one-seven Is anything to be reflected upon, Has anything happened?   I have happened.
from a wilted whisper to a unyielding yell you've forced my hand i won't back down anymore.
17 years.  I had been asleep for 17 years.  Lost in a world of dreams, hopes, and aspirations, I forgot that i was a teenage girl, almost out of high school, with no "teenage girl in high school" experiences. 
Everyone meets someone with a timidly shy, "Hello". You walk up to them, stop for a second and let your heart play Cello. Your strong powerful legs can turn to complete Jell-o.
Everyone meets someone with a timidly shy, "Hello". You walk up to them, stop for a second and let your heart play Cello. Your strong powerful legs can turn to complete Jell-o.
Everyone meets someone with a timidly shy, "Hello". You walk up to them, stop for a second and let your heart play Cello. Your strong powerful legs can turn to complete Jell-o.
Mistakes due to lack of wisdom Mistakes due to a certain environment Mistakes because kids are kids Those who cannot make up for their mistakes Kids with ruined lives because of their mistakes
I thrive in all corners of the world. You know me from the mall, from the office, from the smooth rhythm of the sleeping baby’s breath.  
One March after a cool, winter flurry The silent, beautiful world rested A youthful boy, full of hope but worry Felt as if he was being tested
Winter. My skin is cold For a brief moment. I find a false warmth And spring becomes him.   I find myself deeper, Embedded, In a warm blanket Of lies. Of a false face.
The boy who was made of bones The boy who never stopped sweltering The boy who had no clothes The boy who only scavenged The boy who only knew sorrow The boy who lost a family...  
It always starts cold. Living life bold. Wrestling got old. Final grades out. Im smart with no doubt. But never had water in the spout. Summer rolled around. Football training by the pound.
When you went away, I dreamt of the sun drenched mornings we spent together, and I thought of the smell of the sea in your wet hair and the glint of sand on your skin as I watched you drive us home,
Girls like me look like they have a simple life. Girls like me read at 10pm. Girls like me go to sleep at 4am. Girls like me cry to sleep.
Thankful for the laughter Thankful for those I'm around Thankful for before and after Thankful for where I'm bound   Proud to take part Proud to be who I've become Proud to have a heart
Three, two, one... I dive straight in, and I hear the commotion and clouds of confetti, I come up in a new year.   Seat belt, please - Anxiety, nervousness,
Not fearless. Still brave. Dare to dream. Lovely. All of the things I so desire, and delight in. Conspiring against tragedy.Shakespeare wishes it was a comedy. Escaping from scapegoats, and illness blighting.
Why dost thy beauty grace this barren earth? Sagacious saint, silently solemn, blue Cursing the breezes and lacking due mirth
On the cusp of my big break with Patience and Faith going to strive for excellence and just can't wait knew long ago that the worlds very big  that no one could conquer  nor make it alone
As I walked down this busted up bowling alley,A guy,Looks to be in his mid-40's decided to approach me.He tapped my shoulder,Looked over to be welcomed with a decent comb over.
I am from the Garden State. From the city full of violence, gangs, and drugs; Criminals competing to become frauds and thugs. The competition created by the innovation of the city.
I am from the Garden State. From the city full of violence, gangs, and drugs; Criminals competing to become frauds and thugs. The competition created by the innovation of the city.
Candles sit on the ledge, each prosperous flame unique, Talk, whisper, scream, and dance they do with unrelenting passion.
Abstract black and gray eyes are etched eternally On the silver band, and purpose surrounds the iridescent stone atop its metal throne, I glance down at it to behold a feeling of candy sweet comfort piercing my strained heart.
new year, new me, that's what they say  but why would you change you, why would you have it another way dont change yourself for others, stay true to yourself 
Twenty-Sixteen. Year of chance, year of love, year of heartbreak. Love was lost as partners left, Loneliness engulfed kids as divorce struck them Leaving them longing-
Who am I? Quite a question Inside, does there lie truth? I am I really a nice and sweet “little girl” But what else lies within you?
What makes you happy when you are at the lowest of the low?   My year was busy. My year taught me many things, one of which was to find the happy from the sad.  
It's funny how life can be. One second your on a bus then thrown in front of a train. Suddenly your routine of four years disappears and a new one develops,
Pent up emotions breaking their seal dripping from the sky lit magenta, peach, purple. Diverse like me
Does your mother strain her brain for words and correct English pronunciation patterns the same way you strain your eye muscles  at the minuscule black letters hovering from the 
It had to be a fucking honda The #1 car in townThose backseatsThose marks on meThat's where it all went down  
As the night falls softly on the frosted eve, All alone a star shines, wanting to relieve Any doubts or sorrows leaning on the mind After cold dispensing, cruel and unkind.  
February 23rd was almost 17 years deceased  But 2016 in America produced a false reflection of me And Frantically  I found myself  Inside the glass of a man made mirror image  Throw my skin casket 
What rhymes with cancer? My mother. But it’s not the introduction to death That made me who I am, It’s the thought of when I will take my own last breath.
I believe that many say, time changes It molds, grows, shapes, scrapes, You  I, with tired limbs, heavy eyes, a crazy sleep schedule
Who are you?What makes us?When you take awayAll the lies, our walls, the fearsWhen there's nothing leftBut our soul?Just the esscenceOf us?Who are we?Just a numberA speck of dust
You are crazy; I am mad, And we are glad To be not alright. So we are put here for the mental, To be shocked into correction, And be brought into affection, But we didn't say we didn't feel.
This year has been incredibly difficult to me This year I have had tumultuous struggles that arrive in three's... I have conquered my fears and reached for the stars, This year has been an abundance of scars.
Went into the year with a head full of steam, caught up in myself like a normal teen. Valedictorian sister, left for college and I missed her. Grades began to tank, so my self esteem sank.
Like a lake of fire, I burn all my Kush and money. Good kid, got soul, Satan wanna take it from me. Can't pull the trigger to cop gold God thinks it's bummy. So a poor ass Joe pours out his soul cause he's so hungry.
I’m born from a line of women that are warriors—silent in strength, brave by heart. I stretch myself sometimes too far to help others, but I love helping those I love, and those I don’t
The summer of 2016 A summer fulled with the purest form of joy I have ever experienced A summer spent with the people I love A summer with adventures around every courner A summer abundent with new experiences
Hands are always in the air out of fear and not for cheerThere's so much thats been happening this yearParents sheltering children from the newsThey're in denial but we all know the truthThe story about the little boys that can't even tie his shoe
The room was too wide and emptyFor a little girl with soul yearned for love;And there came her only friend,Who, all day long, by its brainless mindOpens the enormous eyes, staring up the ceiling.“I gave you this doll,To be your best friend, and to
The boy's head turns Away from the light In the sand he sits, Dark eyes in a loving night. Steady tugs and pulls-- The waves enkindle his heartstrings-- Like a bow on an instrument;
As the saying goes, You Don’t Know Jack But let me tell you something. You Don’t Know Andrew I’m the kid who used to cry himself to sleep because he was bullied
 In Life and Death Where do we stand? The boundaries that are at best shadowy and vague Who says where one ends? Where the other begins?  
My aunt is to me the greatest person in this world,one of a kind and one in a million. She has the biggest heart with the most caring touch,which she shares with so many of us.
In the palms of some mad love Catharsis and a coma, symptoms of my soma From what foul slum did this sickness spread?   Not everyone's a part of the lucky some Eyes wide open, conscious, willing and brash
A child's terrified eyes sees the world for the violent drunk it is One is not born immune to the immersive experience Of domination, damnation, Filthy bodies and even filthier minds.
When I opened the door to my mind every morning I would groan, saying It's time to open the lids to my eyes, hoping everything would go well at school. My mind all in a flurry,
Hearing voices in my head Saying words meant not to be said. The occasional restless sleep, No sense in counting sheep. Face flushed and red, Wishing I were dead. A sadness so deep,
as i walked in the door my heart skipped a beat its somthing i cant ignore but although it must be treat   Im not yet ready to come out and tell nore am i ready to show as well
souls of the pasts were the jews that didnt surive the terrible war they were burried souls of the pasts are the jews that are hard to remember for the sacrofice their lives
Living day by day Through these aches and pains Go home just to relax Taking meds by the packs No, I'm just playin’ Listen to what I'm sayin’
It is comforting to be One roll in bed away From my societal savior   My armoire holds my armor, And with my combat boots, I am always battle ready   Whether it’s heels unsteady
Soul over mind, if mind is over life, well that's the end of mine Why receive hate when I'm trying to be kind, don't watch my step unless I'm stepping on a mine
  What, I wonder, makes my alarm clock worth bearing? I tell you, a hope that I may enhance some lives. What, I wonder, might mute my morning moan-like sigh? A small thing inspires my mood... a smile I'm wearing.
I wake because I’m drowning; Life’s currents submerging me- I’m verging on tears and utter exhaustion And falling asleep by nothing but fault.
Stress. It’s everywhere, a vulture waiting until I drop. Waiting, waiting until the last brick is on my shoulders and I crumble into nothingness.
I woke up a little bit afraid about crossing the darkness of that park, But when the fine arts building with lights appeared behind the trees, I could breathe easier.   We all have different reasons to be,
When we meet, theres no telling what can come of it. Visiting the town, we check whats new at the market. Falling into papers and dice is merely the start. A few bad turns and we all take it to heart.  
If I want to succeed as bad as I want to breathe, then I will be successful. In order for me to succeed I must get up for school to read. Knowledge is power. Me without knowledge there's a high chance life will devour.  
i watch the hurried world go by a somber and sweet sight people pass with eyes glaring down as the sky kisses the earth   my heart sinks to the bottom of a dark and empty world
I’d rather spend 7 bright-eyed mornings Chasing empty skies than risk Waking up hollow 7 years from now To realize the world was shifting Without my notice, Under my starry-eyed gaze, Blurred from looking into the sun, At the loud and brilliant, D
  Shrills of laughter embedded in the atmosphere, swirling clouds of music raining symphonies among us. River brooks streaming poetic words tickling our toes,
Elizabeth, meaning the “Oath of God,” or “God’s satisfaction.” A girl who is supposed to be beautiful and feminine.
Feeling the breeze through my hair, The clouds guarding me from the sun, And the droplets dampening my skin; The rains bring bliss to my world. I stand still but my heart races:
I wake up looking at reflections of yesterdays stress dried on the corners of my mouth and my undying ambition trapped in the tangled stranded nest on top of my cranial Center find my balance in an icy warm shower.
Mornings can be the bane of your existence Mornings can be a pain in the butt Mornings set you up for the day Mornings aren't always fun, "hurray" Mornings can make you strife
When I wake up for my long dreams. I wake up to make them true. The first thing I do is give thanks to God because I Could open my eyes again to see my family.  
When you speak to me, breathe sweet words into my ear drums through
When I feel despair rise in the back of my lungs And the grip of it strangling me from within Then I feel the call of my siren Beckoning me for a midnight meet  
Wonder Woman as she beMonths of pain and suffering Everyday on those achy feet Just to smile when she hears my heartbeat Her anatomy exceeding its limits Doing tricks That no man could experience That was all before I came into existence But in an
Locker 1453. I left a part of myself behind your door on the last day of seventh grade; you wheezed and sputtered when I opened you,  but I didn't mind; for you had become a strange sort of companion
There’s nothing quite like the smellOf the gym’s weight room at 12:10 on a Tuesday night,Sweat rolling off in torrential waves as worrieswander away into the air vents.  
I go to a school Kids everywhere I go to a school Love nowhere I go to a school Some friends somwehere I go to a school Hatred everywhere
I awake to my alarm clock screaming through the darkness. The sound pounds unforgivingly on my eardrums, and I feel tired.
Each day am I faced with reasons to stay asleep: Pressures, and challenges, promises to keep. Crippling anxiety keeps me up all night, And lack of self-worth further worsens my plight.
The sweat beads down my forehead fists clenched "You're a loser!" "You're a man without a backbone" My instincts have me ready to attack But I catch something in my periphery
Seeing the smile on young child’s face Learning to read or To tie her shoes Sitting around the table with my family Laughing at my dad’s dumb jokes or Playing a made-up word game
         Little Friends My alarm screeches out a warning of the coming five o’clock morning My head is cloudy and my thoughts are foggy
Rifling through the Pages The sweet smell of  Paper And ink, as it makes aware its Presence. Oh sweet words that capture me and make a  Participant  In your stories. I cannot begin to
The sound of rain filled her insides while she sat and gawked at the sky a light gray that described her mind a place that has been able to unwind monetarily mesmerized by the effortless elegance of the rain 
When I feel down these are things I do.  The many ways I cope is how I show my hue.   
They say there are seven wonders Created by the earth, But no one ever mentions The burger's birth.   With every fresh bite devoured A baby laughs for the first time.
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Oh Holy Ghost this ehco toasts to love that's long been gone.   I started praying because of you. Like the Holy Ghost you were always there, always wanted never there, never wanted My first love.
An endless summertime bliss at a tall, tan, inviting home on the beach, The waves of summer roll in and slowly leave an impression in the white sand, A girl, seventeen and beautiful, filled with freckles
RISE-Ian “wordsmith” Munywe two sides of a divide collide inside,audibly voicing their thoughts. optimism reverberates severely,realism ricochets as quite a formidable term. resounding trials too eminent,life manifested in a perplexity of events.
You take one look at me and what do you see? A girl who not yet a woman? Someone who has life made? Well, look again. I have lived in two different homeless shelter. Truth be told I graduated high school while I was living in one.
You came into my life unexpectdly, and everything took a turn for the better. Your warm eyes, your laugh, the sincere way you speak, and the kindness you showed me, all became a part of my life.  
Beautiful Brown Briyana     I beautiful brown Briyana, the athletic girl…
Circles and stems. Circles and stems flowing across a page. The grand staff housing each note in its own space. Everything belongs. Major or minor? You choose,
What makes me happy? A stroll under the moonlight, Warm tea with a good book, sleeping in and working late, are some of the things that light up my day. A sky full of rain, a smile on someones face,
A big blank space all our own Listening to our loved ones talk on the phone Watching a young boy throw his dog a bone The world we live in seems so vast But we may see when all time has passed
Why cant we see the ones we hurt and the tears we cause.
Sun sets slow on the soft shiny snow. Lofty, lazy, long loncoln-log-lodge lays lackluster. Picture perfect people proudly playing Principato. Super stoked ski-bums sip sultry cider.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP That's my alarm for me to get up and start the day.   I wake up at 5:30 am   And for what?     Because I know I have to be grateful to wake up at all.
I Am Suffering in Silence   I have a fear of sounds Everyday, casual sounds Chewing, swallowing, crunching, popping
You were my life and, my light. Then came that cold, dark night Now the only time i see your face is in the pictures of this old place Without you, i dont know what to do Why did this happen to you?
Sweat, wet sheets stuck to sallow skin. White light, slices through the blinds. My room in slivers. Morning, coffee rich breath and that stale brain. Mirror,
My Written Voice   My voice is weak, whispery, withering I have to repeat myself twice, three times. Words are trapped behind my lips Waiting on my tongue The words I wish to speak
Tight dark curls,Overly tousled.Wild eyes,Bordering insanity.Exaggerated gesturesSuggestive smirks.Sweet, sultry, sensual,Presumptuous and playful.Bold lips,Painstakingly painted.
Singing with The Smashing Pumpkins      at sunset. Slumberous teenagers sinning      on swing sets. Soul mates trapped in      sundripped snapshots. Sipping a strawberry shake-      two straws.
Sly, surreptitious scholarships Challenging conundrums Mysterious to my mind Frustrating forms of financial aid Why must money for education be such a dull, dizzying, difficult obligation?  
The listless, lugubrious lexiconMust be revised past its former glory.Words forgotten, relentlessly rememberedRote recited.Left unattended, now must be attentively monitored. Words will deliver an essay.
I love listening to lively alliteration. Boring and bland becomes beautiful. Alliteration is the sugar that sweetens my sour sentences. The sumptuous spice that is sprinkled upon my dull and depressing writing.
Born a Prince, I was guided and groomed by the Alimighty (to be a King). Mentored, thrown into the thorns until through and through I was thickened- and taught to triumph.  No doubt, I was tailor made for the throne.   
Spectator of the darker side When the world wallows in slumber Proclaimer of heavy shadows Fractured and fallen feelings encumber  I would invite sleep if I could 
Long day So much going on Im tired What can help me out? I need some tunes Now, I feel really good Sound sounds so smooth
Passions not pursued will decay without stopping. Give reasons to smile.  
I find it quite difficult Impossible even To mask how I'm feeling. It leaks out from my expression Flowing out from the cracks in my facade. No matter how I try, I can't help but make it clear
To Wind Me Down Is to judge me like a book Flip through my pages And leave a recommendation   Pages filled with anger Angry enough to turn yellow Yellowing with time Time that isn't mine
Different kinds of tired   All day at the beach sleepy My wet hands on your warm skin Salty hair knotting under sugary scented shampoo Bed sheet tides pulling and pushing against our stomachs
Outpourings of my soul Pathways to my mind Overflows of my heart Portraits of the “real me” inside   Desire and dream dancing oh so freely Fear and pain relenting as they lose secrecy
I shook her hand, feigning firmness, but she must have seen I was shaky and unsure.   That wasn’t the first time
There was wire chained inside me,  Spools of lead wrapped tightly, The weight of words drowned me.   A reticent tongue deprived my growth, A scarred soul shut my bones.  
Written Expression Stuck. Brick barriers of muddy membrane. Imprisoned. Caged by my thoughts and identity. Black, young, and Christian.
      My eyes are mirrors  reflecting the kind-hearted, innocent girl visible to others. Revealing an optimistic and cool-headed child.       My skin color embraces my Hispanic heritage. 
When I was a little girl, I would pray. With my eyes wide open and my head tilted back in wonder, Struggling to soak up every ounce of happiness and sunshine I could
“Poet, breathe now.” Adam Gottlieb’s words soon stuck in my head. “Louder Than a Bomb” sketched in my notebook. Poetry. Enthusiasm from those slammers on stage.
Night beckons, Night heals, It brings forth all the demons of the mind, and sets them before you. Survive until dawn, And all your fears will be dispelled The soul shall be cleansed,
She was quiet. While her classmates shot their hands to the skies, She dropped her eyes to the floor, Attention was not her thing.  
Feet dangle inches above Tantalizingly taunting  They strive to graze the bicycle’s pedals, Just as my hands strive to emerge From the lemon yellow dress You handed down to me.
Emerson, Tennyson, Chaucer, Shakespeare Wadsworth, Whitman, a William several times I fear. Poetry entered my life through reading.   From Longfellow’s nature to Hughes’ flow
Who am I? a question we as a lost people try to derive from but the answer never truly comes. how do we explain our pain,
This poem is on poetry. People, places, purposes, through these my writing flourishes and becomes a piece of me.   This poem is on poetry. I cannot help but notice everybody losing focus
This poem is on poetry. People, places, purposes, through these my writing flourishes and becomes a piece of me.   This poem is on poetry. I cannot help but notice everybody losing focus
Many are suprised that I derive from the logic that you should have a say in what happens to you. May seem tedious but if you don't say anything the vampirism spreads and the corspses rise
poetry makes it easier   the attempt of articulation of the abstract; feelings too unfocused to figure; emotions endlessly endeavoring for expression
Natures first green is gold I had always read a lot, but never much poetry Her hardest hue to hold
There is a sound that everybody knows There’s a wave in the wind, someone who is heavy, brawny, grows There's a story lurking, largely lengthy, hardly told
Yea, Alabama!   It’s a Saturday in the South. You can hear the sausages sizzle as they set on the grill. You can hear the fizz of the carbonation as someone cracks open another cold one.
Tossing and turning and it’s 2:17 AM I can’t sleep with sheets twisted around my limbs stretching and grasping in the dark at the dark and it’s too hot this pillow under my head I turn it over 27 times
If you ask me of love  I will tell you that it is enigmatic That you will feel it in the trenches of your soul And in the most lofty places of your mind
Sometimes you're just a paper- crumpled, torn, and stained Sometimes you're just a prisoner- locked in with the pain Sometimes you're just a grain of sand- drowning in the tide
oh love love is life love is every think  we say love is forever but why does it kills we say love builds but does it distory we say love is warm but why do we shiever oh love i need an answer from you
In all of the madness that I see, and all of the nonsense that surrounds me, I look hard to find meaning in the ever increasing insanity. Is there a place for me?  
What do you think when you see that girl walking across the street?With her head held down, eyes forward, feet flat on the ground, the hijab covering her head full of disparaging thoughts?
The human body a shell Social standards make rules  Inner turmoil, a living hell Razor tongues used as tools    Changing is the mind  Ideas trapped inside  Expression kept confined 
me.    skin and bones and thoughts and stones that drag me   d             o                         w                                     n   as they cling to me,
Abroad I battle challenges with hope Despite the nightly toil and days alone, The songs of poetry to soothe my soul The world of words to make me whole once more. Left I the motherland four years ago
I am a young woman who constantly seeks for answers I am a young woman who is ambitious and determined about her work I am a young woman who is conscious about the way she looks because
You say you know me? Tell me who I am. What do I like? Do I prefer a bottle or a can? You say you’re not sure? But you said you knew me very well!
The beauty of the world has been masked with a false sense of acceptanceYou are designed In his favor and you aren't even smart enough to accept itWe simply continue to reflect on the irrelevant and neglect what's most import
There are times when words can’t express emotions. Times where the human vocabulary is incapable of deciphering the intensity of what goes on in the mind.
In the darkest of days,In the loneliest of nights,When the Sailor is lost at sea,The Northern Star is his guide, his hope. In the cataclysmic oceans, the Sailor is thrown against a typhoonAnd as the Cepheus crashes against the vigorous vitality of
They Come.Flapping their feathered wings.Mocking me in their bizarre language of squawks and gibberishCircling like vultures above unsuspecting vesselsSearching for scraps. If one brings out food on a boat, They Come. They Come in their vast numbe
I want to feel you under my skin. I want you to push your palms into my cartilage, Make my ligaments ache for weeks, Months,  Years.   Centuries from now, 
What can I say? In my head it plays, Roughly, Loudly, Pounding, BANG! The words, they burst out, They roar, they shout. Like crashing pans-- A constant clatter and clang,
The palms sway and wave at us from up above. Lifeless feet shuffle across the horse trodden bricks of Sevilla Street,
We dye our hair crazy colors. They call us “ghetto”.   They dye their hair crazy colors. They call them “hipsters”.   We twerk. They call us “ratchet”.   They twerk.
Buzz Buzz Bzuz Bzzu Bzzu Bzzu Buzz Bzuz Buzz Bzuz
My eyes were bright; they glimmered with hope The type of hope no one could contain. My cheeks were rosy and soft You could see the innocence that still lingered In my inexperienced eyes.  
I used to stay up late into the deep dark night I would watch, think, read, or give myself a fright The darkness under my baggy green eyes gave way
The set structures of our society Pressuring people towards propriety Our nation's built on the variety Yet I was hated because I was different Now can't you see the irony
Sitting in my own thoughts, pen in one handy My magical pen outlined with a fuzzy pink material Just as fuzzy as cotton candy swirling round in a machine
I'm not much of a creative writer. I'm not a genius, and I'm not a fighter. Just an average student on break going day by day, Missing the plentiful dining hall buffet. I sleep all day like a newborn baby,
I think it's officially my lifeI hear original narratives and think of all the people going through strifeIt's plaguing their lives and here I am writing about my #FirstWorldProblems
There were lives lost while people crouched in bathroom stalls, Knowing What could come next. They could only text their mothers While a gunman tested the nation. We've seen it before.
The rain clashes against these smirking pub lights, welcoming strangers walking on wet roads. Stocky men mark the room's corners reaching up women's exposed upper thighs, Partners in this rain dance.
When I was four I heard big rumbles I heard the Earth cracking And trees snapping I saw streaks of white Flash across the sky. On this day my mother told me about thunderstorms.
Gnarled fingers folded in silent stillness Never again to interlock with another’s hand Enchanting eyes closed in blatant finality Never again to twinkle with adventure
Curiosity is a curious thing, thus causing curious thinking, and thereby creating curious minds.   Imagination is an empowering thing, thus illunimating imaginitive thinking, and thereby
Only so many times a heart can tear So why did it? None of you were there   Hard to think that You'd believe all their lies It left me tongue tied So I cried   
Poetry. Rhythm woven from strings of metaphor displaying everyday occurences  as vibrantly as a marquee.  Words painting pastels with splashes of deep heavy reds and bright sunshiny yellows.
Poetry. Rhythm woven from strings of metaphor displaying everyday occurences  as vibrantly as a marquee.  Words painting pastels with splashes of deep heavy reds and bright sunshiny yellows.
Who are you America?
The page, the page - It's mocking me. A 1,000 and one ideas yet nothing to say. Blankly it stares waiting for me to bleed Black ink memories and moments Of times of turmoil and trepidation,
When you go through things You see alot of things Experience things But you somehow live through the things You experience sorrow But you live to see tomorrow And in this time it shows you
I’m picking puzzle pieces to preach the perfect purpose of why I’m trying to whittle and woo These wondrous words Into an artwork,
Up again, Awake and aching for a change, A shift in the vicious circle, Where life takes all prisoner, And leaves nothing but stones  In the ground. Don't make a sound
In a blink of an eye knowledge appeared through learning and experience In the clouds of my thoughts created an abundance of creativity and imagination In the realization that words are full of awe of inspiration
When college isn’t for you do you just run away and quit Do you go to your dorm and throw a fit Do you call that special someone? Do you rely on your parents to help and support you? Or do you just try and forget
Drifting in a languid landof singing prairies and crystalline lakes,I wander toward a jeweled tree, radiant sapphire and ruby in a halcyon dream. 
I once was. I am Brian. I am to be.  I am to be many things that I never was. I am to be parts of the people that I'll come to love How did I become and how should I know?  How am I to decide where and how to go? 
I ran through the wood, snapping moldy twigs and low-living branches.   The wind weathered at my shoulders, carrying the cries of the rustling leaves, the mellow wailing
Barbara Bea borrowed a ball The burgundy ball bounced Bounced to a boy Named Barry Burke
Most referr to the heart's beat as just that, a beat. Yet with in today's word it's becoming more of a tap. The heart no longer beats, it's taps. Yes technology is cool, yet it's ruining our naps.
Desire is not transparent glass We wake not to the blue breeze But to the steel kiss Of lips coated with champagne poison Smoke looks like soft eternity and velvet voices to the young who blush at men
“Come, gentle love: sweet, lovely, red-tented flower; let the love of my life com to me, give
When my hands hurt from writing so long, Burning from quickly writing down thoughts, Creating every feeling onto paper, Not able to stop expressing my feelings The only way I knew how to.  
Dove dark chocolate,  One of the purest enjoyments in life   Foil bends and crinkles as I relish the moment in which  I open the clearanced Valentine Which was somehow abandoned
Andrew argued angrily about what allegedly occurred. 
Sweating spoons settle in a drawer They're stuffed inside like sardines They kiss in there, they don't want anything more They're acting like "celibate" teens Those silly slippery spoons fancy spooning each other
I instill fright inside the young boy during the light darkness of the night. I engulf my prey while he lay, struggling in pain, unable to sleep, eat, or converse with anyone. 
Always one to make others smile, you cant keep living this way. You need to let go but not this way. Thats all I hear but I dont follow this way.
you had said,"i wish i had a clone...i want to make you happy...and i want to be there for youas much as you want me to be...i want to be the one."
Who am I? A question that has plagued for as I can recollect. I'm African. I'm Indigenous. I'm European. But who am I really? In my youth I would yearn for you, this knowledge of self.
For me, I got to experience poetry first through my sister. She is five years older than me and all I aspire to be.
Disobedience dare darken my dreaded fate Eerie my eye embraced is black Lengthy in no love leaving me left in his A night in two a room a dreadful tear attack  
Zippers, Yes, they're the cause to my pain, The reason why my backpack broke brfore lunch.   Iv'e been having troubles with the stupid thing for so long, It would be like removing a tatoo.  
Who am I? Do I let you define me, no! It's my heart and soul that carries me. I am resilient and full of character. i am who i am
Pencil presses to paper While fingertips flood with dread Tapping, tapping, wheels are turning Turning inside my head. I can feel the words I want to say Beating within my heart
Classic beauty Like pressed flowers in sacred books   Let me see where your sword falls   I try to predict where/when
I forgive, but never forgot because that's what makes me stronger I learn, but never lose because I have to retain the knowledge for my future's sake I philosophize, but never stop to find my own meaning for my own path in life
Storms come and storms go Where do I stand between the rain and the ground? Am I the barrier that prevents the grass from receiving nourishment?
Poetry – because practice makes perfect Fiction was my first love, first poem I rejected It was terrible – oh so terrible Nonacceptable So I stopped writing ‘em for awhile
I feel like i have a crush Everytime i look into your eye ; Your eye tell me to hush. It hard for me to blush . When you like a delicious mush. I wonder if my tear will never flush .
Moments frozen in time, The shadow that walks behind me Through day and fades by night. This is but a reflection.
I landed in the jungle Full of thickets and insects Nine months ago with just the shirt on my back In my past life i was a House pet Lazy, fed, and pampered It took nothing from me to lose everything
Stranded on an island, I cannot forget my dignity. I cannot forget the things society has given me. No cannibalism for me. No unfair monarchy.
I swear to you there’s stars in his eyes, bright Blue like an ocean never ending, begging You to jump in, tempting
Love Is fuel;   Like food, like     Water, it’s everything that         Makes humanity human, because of
This love endures like worn rocks on trembling bays These beating rays  harass the chords my sand covered hands command ocean spray like hungry hands tread neck and form
Through the shrouded environment, I feel my feet sinking into the fragmented pieces below me that was once a solid yet now has been disintegrated due to violence, ignorance and misconception.
They stand above me, Protect me from the sun And the eternal abyss around it. They keep my paper-thin skin, Like slivers of porcelain, Safe from the harsh fiery blaze up in the sky.  
What the body needs  It needs to feed It needs to feel It needs to fail  Stuck on an island Ain't no point in rioting  Because i'll have what I need Some peace of mind 
Were I cast far off, To some breezy island, One misty mountain range, Sunny savannah Or mossy forest, I’d need not But one thing: To be among Life.   The Life in the trees,
The world is a special place. It has a special place inside of me, a special place inside of you, a special place inside of animals and a special place inside of plants too.  
What up Wendy Yo, I am talking to you?  You gone crazy? What that white long string attache to hear? You take that with you every you go? You were never like that It can’t be you,
and the sounds pale as if they come from water so deep and heavy that no words can reach. and so too, the colors are reduced to murmurs, reds to blues to greys; but they linger,
  A teal top is tattered towards a water ring, crisp pages with yellow edges are tainted with musk. Literature has been painted for the guidance to never be fleeting.
  A teal top is tattered towards a water ring, crisp pages with yellow edges are tainted with musk. Literature has been painted for the guidance to never be fleeting.
A smile, a frown, some tears, some laughs Conveys a message. Handshakes, hugs, shrugs Have unique meaning.   Communication is important to life. Without it, love ceases, relationships dissolve.
In a warm bed, I'm concealed in crinkled and clumped sheets, of a good night's rest. Instead of hearing the noisy clock, ticking away to wake me up, I twisted tightly around in toasty tangled blankets.
To understand and be misunderstood. Stories made from stolen glances and borrowed time Magic dashed between letters and spaces and lack of punctuation. 
Without Writing What would there be? No records.  No stories.  No reading at all. I Write for me but more for those who will listen. Those who care. Those who have not been abducted by society and technology.
Father, i cant be without you You the water to my flower Without you my world would be blue I can't have the taste of sour I love you so much Its a whole bunch Ill never leave you side
If you want to show me your love is real, don't say that you'll die to protect me, just stay alive & be her with me. If you leave Ill be heart broken nothing to live for. Do you want me to hurt just as bad as you?
Me and myself alone A deserted Island Stranded like a prisoner Abandoned like a child
If I was stranded on an island on my own  With no phone I couldn't avoid feeling alone.  The darkness may close in and fill my head with doubt.  It's scary to think no one would hear me if I began to shout.
Summer's subtle symbols Floating through the sunlight, The scene is serene Like the fallen sail drifting on the lake. A rushing wind cascades over the sea, Soothing the swimmers wading in the waters.
I belong among you guys because bits of me are scattered everywhere. I’ve complimented your shirt. and brushed her hair.  You’ve borrowed my hairspray.
This world is pathetic and obnoxious There is never a single day of peace Humans are what make this world atrocious It is as if they carried a disease People are fake, people betray, pretend
What can I tell you, about the house of my Heart, A place were a million butterflies flutter their wings Tearing their way through the air?   I can see you don’t believe me.  
I woke up on a island I was all alone. All I had was my knife . I didn't even have a phone. I had to find a way to fight for my life. I'm gonna use it to cut, Im gonna use it to kill, I'm gonna use it to eat,
I woke up on a island I was all alone. All I had was my knife . I didn't even have a phone. I had to find a way to fight for my life. I'm gonna use it to cut. Im gonna use it to kill. I'm gonna use it to eat. I'm gonna use it to build.
You say I have a disability? I have been told by people like you that I’m different, That I’m unable to succeed,
She stood rocking on the edge of the world    Forward lies sweet escape,one step, and it all flies away.She'll never be hurt again, and I can keep his pain at bay.   
  Make me busy. Engorge the lazy, shiftless minutes of my waking hours with thoughtless labor. Make me work, make me eat, make me work again, until the sun goes down.
  He is tall, he is handsome, he is original. He is smart, he is talented and he gets me threw the obstacle. No matter the day, no matter the time
I/My Mother,For starters,she's clever. No animal Will standin this recital. We'll take this island by storm.Absolutly absurdit might be But best believeHer and meA diligent duocomparable to a cyclone. Forget about technology.All phonesand drones. 
Freedom to choose Freedom to lose It is a thing we all hold dear It movs up in tiers Not important in our adolescence but everything in our adulthood But what if it could Be stripped away?
With our telescope we stole looks at the stars, sliding on pine needles stabbing softly into our backs but it was the night that stole us.  
Poetic Approach I write for so many reasons there's no sense in naming just one i tell a number of different stories that can be read by anyone My poems come to me like a fruit grows on a tree
My aunty Annie is one of the most important people in my life right now She is smart, oblivion, sweet, kind, and most of sll caring When I call her theres never a time she cant talk I love my aunty with all my heart
The things i have in my life is fair But i did it without a care Sometimes i go through peer pressure So i won't have to deal with a lecture With the hate and judgement by people
I tried to think of one thing I couldn't live without, whether it's a person, a thought, or even a food But what actually came to mind was a disturbing realization...
I reminisce of weightlessness:  peering down into 10, 20 feet of air. My delicate days,  I recall, as a haze  full of branches: a careful cloud  of offshoots  that, long as I could, 
That girl, in the back of the class...  The one looking lost, Daydreaming,  of things only she can understand. Things such as peace.  Not just in the world but in people.  In our selves.
Pen and paper. Seems strange to think. Just yesterday we could barley write our names. Now we're writing essays.
Passionately I absorb you. Longingly I gasp for you. Persistently I kiss you. Your tides are cold when they enter my maw. And my heart is warm when you course in my blood.
Eardrums beware   The need for Beep-bop beats Pounding rhythms In the air, The drums Voicing zeal In rapid Bah-tap-daps As guitars Sing sweet, Sour,
   Not knowing what lies behind the secluded, shadowy, silence The lights chased each other across the walls, Creating a colossus of fear, I held on to from within because All I needed was the cold air resting me to sleep.
"Wow, that's pretty brave. Chancing on your mom walking in On you shoving a dildo Into your girlfriend."   The alarm screaming, burning eyes After not once allowing my brain to dip into sleep
Mhh one thing in which i couldn't live without if i was stuck on an island i would  try not to pout, cause i could bring my phone to help out or someone like a boy scout 
Its been said for a while that a sense of self is important The ideas the thoughts and other things that I hold dear How would life if there was no cheer My life would be dormant I wanna feel I wanna be
Deep inside the brain it begins, the sudden rush of images distorted undistored, whether they be whimsical or sensible can be decided
Dulce et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori. They say it is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country. Yet the reward of their loss Is the truly fitting thing. We could not live without it. our reward.
If music vanished from the earth, I would scream at the top of my lungs.  I would use the same scream I use when I stub my toe.  Les Miserables, all the misery in the world. I'd feel the same pain my toe felt 
                                All I need is Him     All I need is Him... I need nothing else in my life but his love. My prayers are always answered from above.
Use useless using user, Used by your abuser, Uses only to be used, The kind of clarity that leaves you confused. Tattoos made with stick and poke, But there’s no ink in needles filled with dope.
The people who have encouraged you and loved you since day one, they are your family. Family Matters. These are the people telling you not to give up when you want to throw in the towel.
What can't I live without? Some may say a tiny little screen that acts as a suitcase for our lives
Rakish reflections pass from an Aging streetlight to grace your cheek; The soft touch of that fragile golden glow Compliments the green looking back at me   The smell of smoke is fast asleep
When darkness creeps in, I search for the light. I know there is always better days, As long as they exist.  
A thought, a dream, a burning need One search, one hope, one miracle found How could I have ever lived without? Your majestic beauty and strength, centered boldly upon your cotton canvas,
Life without love is like the sun without the moon,  life without love is like a flower that'll never bloom.  Life without love is like a star that won't shine,  life without love is like a poem with no rhyme.
We sit on the wave-licked shore, gazing at the blue until we don't know which is sea and which is sky. We know such closeness, the slow disappearing
  Everyday I see a rainbow a rainbow of different colored people light, dark, in between ―but we are all the same.   Everyday I see a rainbow
Notice all the Space up there  Swirling galaxies, shooting stars Black holes bending light Gravity holding us all down As humans fight each other Over the electron of an atom Which is our Earth
“There is only one sort of discipline; perfect discipline.” – George S. Patton   When I shine my shoes, newspaper crinkles and folds under the rubber weight of my sole.  
There is something so beautiful about youth. There is something so beautiful about that captured recklessness. Something about those hidden smirks and intensified sensations. Youth is revered, that is why so many strive to conserve it; Our soft, s
There is something so beautiful about youthThere is something so beautiful about that captured recklessness.Something about those hidden smirks and intensified sensations.Youth is revered, that is why so many strive to conserve it;Our soft, smooth
He pours scalding water over your wounds boiling you from the outside in.  His words are poison soap grating off layers of the world
I look at your big, bright eyesThat do not foresee what is to comeAnd yet I know that there is no fearPaired with that uncertainty.
Calm in the eye of calamity. That is the strength You give to me. Pain that can be borne That’s the promise You have sworn. Trust when all reason tells me not to, You inspire an optimistic view.
7 Deadly sins                                    7 Awful wins 7 Times a loser                                            7 Times in a cruiser 7 Lines of red on her wrist
Calm in the eye of calamity. That is the strength You give to me. Pain that can be borne That’s the promise You have sworn. Trust when all reason tells me not to, You inspire an optimistic view.
Oh, Mother, You're all that I need Because stranded we are indeed. the way you laugh will help me breathe under stressful times such as these   Oh, Mother, You're all that I need.
What is the one thing That I can't live without? If you asked me back then I'd probably say brussel sprouts.
Dipping and slipping Comes the sun's ray Pittering and pattering Goes the steady rain Plipping and plopping Upon the forest green Clicking and clocking The happy insects scream
To be stranded after being landed i couldnt live without no doubt a person i hate not having to obligate myself from watching them
There is one thing that can bring joy to my life bringing us to a strife i cannot live my life  without a thing named anime throughout the day it takes me away  fills my imagination
I am okay feeling hungry. I can survive on my feet. I have run for miles, And skipped meals, Making my body reflect the emptiness That lay like a pit in my soul.   “Exercise more, eat less.
Many people say that they cannot live without their phones or game consoles or other items that are not nessecities. Many people say they cannot live without food or water so you will not starve or malnourish.
A single nebula staining this expanse of forever, stardust runs in my blood, a cosmic heartbeat lost in time, suspended in space,
I want to rip out my vocal chords and bathe in the words that spill out. I’ve sunk into the deep, never even having the opportunity to float.  
It was a rough autumn Wind snarled and grutned every morning as perennials pecked at my pupils I pushed against everything,  the problems irrational like pi  
I've been robbed. Robbed of all sources of light- Robbed of the light of feelings of worthiness robbed of the lights of dance  and laughter robbed of the drive to seek out more lights-  
A pink plastic bird, whose spindly legs carry me out, to shores unknown.
  His autism does not define him. He is defined by his individuality and singularity as a unique life Take the time to acknowledge his intellect
Mirror Mirror On the Wall Show me the face that holds all the pain That has once seen it all The face that knows all the ways of bane Show me this face  This face that the sun competes with to shine
If I were lost, in a paradise unfound the only thing that I would need is to keep my sanity   While others would say
I've heard of a place, far up above. It's free from suffering, and full of love. A soft sandy beach, lined with tall palm trees. Your worries fly away into the calm ocean breeze.  So when she left, my dear loving aunt. I guess she went there, some
My brothers are who I  need. For them I would even  bleed. My brothers are who I protect. Even from child neglect. My brothers are who I  love. They I can never let go
When I lost brother I crumbled into nothing. The sharp shards of my Heart Ripped me to ribbons. Internal bleeding. The house is silent now. That day, I knew in my gut.
Sometimes I wonder if dogs are loyal to their owners because they think that they owe them something. Maybe dogs don’t realize that fresh food and water
5 fantasies fuel my fascination 4 familiar fears fixated on my faults 3 thoughts that thirst for thrills 2 talents taking time to transform into   1 soul that is mine to claim
During the first day of College in my Molecular Biology lab, The teacher made us each pick up a tab. As he had planned an ice breaker with the intention of getting to know everyone.
half-form words....  sentences broken in two  thoughts never brought to        wishes stuck the     inside   confines       of my head 
Fire and fear and falling shadows, a promise broken and shattered dreams - the tides break in with rolling billows  and my heart of sand is tossed ashore...   But I will stand once more,
Manhattan morning singed, sincerely mourning twins; twinging; gingerly lingering in remembering ringing smoke and suffering and silence and death screaming, suffocated in newly created catacombs.
rise, still, from the left-hand corners of my papers; black letters; better to read poetry in fifth grade history, shouting; I was named after a poet—   heroic: note this, notice
you peer savagely leering, strings of pearls dripping from your gaping clamshell mouth like spit spit the words on the back of my legs whistling linger fingers on car horns
Sleek,beautiful,fast I'll love my dog to the last. Cuddly,big,jumper I have yet to tame her. Always in the way, Always there to comfort, It would be hard to live without her. She eats alot...
He stood like a statue A God among men His nerves like iron Unable to upend   His skin worn like ancient leather His eyes like arrow points Body battered by the weather
What I need is faith. Faith as small as a mustard seed. Faith that can take me beyond what my eyes can see. Faith in myself, and faith in other. Faith to make me stong so i can move mountains, and break barriers.
Sleep controls our minds, it wraps itself around our though process until it seeps into our neurons by the power of suggestion
Rising toward my goal is one of my many dreams Now I am taking that step  Swimming against my own streams I don't expect it to just arrive on my doorstep All I can listen to are the clicks of the keyboard 
He grasps the souls of all who own a pair of rose colored glasses; he is a perception scented of Carpe Diem and mint, infused into open minds.
All I need is love as trembles track through time. Clairvoyant charisma creeps between petite and elongated structures. As if the trembles and clairvoyance
Accustomed attitudes ache and passing preferences irk independently. Isolation institutes intuition no noun knows.
I am but one verse in the medley of life. My notes follow no rhythm but that of my own heart. No instruments save for those of my soul are present in my composition.
Her skin is pale, her teeth are white, our love for eachother, is like any might. Without her, I am completely alone, without her, I am sad, sad to the bone. There is no other girl, no girl like she, without her, I don't know what life would be.
Such sweet sounds which all can play,  The toungless too, those whom can not say. They all know that highest rafter Of kicking back, surrender to laughter But what value is laughter unheard?
A Business Calamity By: Jake P   Attractive to All Apparently Altering Animals Artificially At this Aside   Best of the “Bad” Bettering Beasts By Battery Believing it Brave
To the boy who broke me when I was completely wholeYou took pieces of me away I didn't even know existed Felt deep in my soul and burned it You taught me why sunshine was dry and how comparing light to happiness was only ever a metaphor Bc everyda
"Flight of the Impatient Snowflake" by Naomi Wallerson Snowflakes fall outside the windowRacing each other to the groundBecoming one as they reach the endThe end of their flight from the sky to the ground
I need my black and white Not because you’re beautiful, Not because you’re bright, I need you because you bring music into my life. Through the rough times
I need my black and white Not because you’re beautiful, Not because you’re bright, I need you because you bring music into my life. Through the rough times
Put your hand to your chest and press down. Turn the voltage up shout out "clear!" Check your vitals, nothing there. "We need oxygen my lungs aren't getting air!" Grab a mask
The sands scrape my skin as I take a glimpse at the morning star, My eyes are sore and my skin vents from this inferno of floating flame, My inner oasis is pulled out of me from every pore of my body, 
my eyes are swollen red a blissful tragedy   just don't take them away: my friends are paper thin thin as air   they spiral and drop and rain and pour and they hurt me so
It’s the orchestra, using their heartbeats to keep time, pulsing with the vibrance of syncopation. It’s the crew,
Faith: So simple Five letters, One syllable So silly Nothing to touch, see Yet So much meaning
A God:A being beyond comprehension.The greatest possibility and impossibility,an image of parting seas and fire raining from the sky,an embodiment of love and justice,a redeemer and a punisher,
I may not have all that I could And life has taken more than it should But music stays right by my side here
How can I arrange a change  With a simple exchange at close-range  To interchange and rearrange  Who I am and still be me? I am who I am and I can't be tamed  With all the fire and all the time still be me?
79% Nitrogen, 21% Oxygen fills my lungs with every breath I take It is eternal until Idie, without it I'll suffocate. Taken for granted , it is filled with pollutants invisible to the human eye
79% Nitrogen, 21% Oxygen fills my lungs with every breath I take It is eternal until Idie, without it I'll suffocate. Taken for granted , it is filled with pollutants invisible to the human eye
For the beaten and the broken down Who never seem to get around who's skyies are always filled with grey who's troubles sworm them through the day Your strength is not gone like Samson and Delilah  
Sometimes nothing is needed more Than a moment's rest from  The constant commotion Burrowed in the heel of The stride of life   But then, In other instances, The spaces in life seem
I am not just another girl. I am not the type to be dressed up with pearls. I am not pristine or perfect. I am not for the media to inspect. I am not a number a school assigns to me.
We try to change the way we are, In order to blend ourselves into the background. We spend our entire lives in boxes, Constantly fretting about our decisions. We keep our thoughts to ourselves,
Snow covers a landscape all too familiar. Winter’s clutch on suburban Maryland is slowly tightening. I listen close for just one sound of life, But nothing can be heard during this lifeless time.  
I heard my mom and gm talk about they had a dream that I fell and didn't guaranteed I thought to my self damn what is success then it came to me if u work hard u will be successful so I tried to work hard and tried to understand what I had what I
school,welcome,Back to school. A circle of friends. we've joinedtogether as classmates as the new year begins
I am s  h a    p e  l  e      s  s Mirrors can’t show,                Photos can’t show,                               Awards can’t show, Me, nor my inner dialogue. Because I am s    h    a pe   l e ss
Every evening I lay awake on the floor. As my master sits on that couch with a fift of liquor in his hand. He kicks me in the stomach. I cry, if only I had thumbs.  
Tall as a tower, dark as chocolate, colored man holding a ball  I am unsure about what to do Bounce left Bounce right, Colleges come left Colleges come right  Scholarships! Scholarships!, I am a colored man holding a ball
I never thought it’d be this way But I’m no fortune teller I was so deep into a life of drugs I was the buyer and the seller. I never thought it’d be this way Yet others weren’t surprised
i am sick. Sick of the narcissism that strangles this world. but this disease has infiltrated me, so who am i to talk?
Nilikudegrade sasa unaka mtoi adi unajikojolea kwa nguo akuna mtu alipull trigger ndo u fall in love imekuruin na ulikuwa humble like a dove mzee ulikuwa unatoama towerline but siku izi ni ma dwarfline
Fresh cut grass and a wave of heatsteps walk past me to go find a seat A stabbing in my chestsalt floods my mouth tightly pulled fingersand air tries to get out
    RIP to all of the people that I killed 
I am water formless flexible soft and slow powerful potent on with the flow   
I am on a flight from Charlotte, where I return to my life on the other side. Leaving a home away from home that has stood the test of time. The first week had me broken, bawling in strife.
I miss the play, it will never sound the same.  Gone. I miss the air of you. The chase, and silence screams gone!  I miss.
Through a set of solar eclipse eyes over the ocean, I see.   The blue hue enhances every emotion, the tears especially vibrant in their rarity.  
My leaf’s color bears the most significance. Autumn shades and a smiley face camouflage my introspection. As light and hope for happiness perforate the otherwise
I am from the stars forming a constellation in the sky each star shining so bright as they pass by I am from the waves in the shore
What do you think of when you see the sun?   I hope you think happiness. I hope you think of your best memories. I hope you think of the people who bring out the best in you.
woe, is me so here's some poetry 'cause college won't be free  and i got no money so here's an attempt to get 1k  to fund an escape from loans and fees
Where am I from? I'm from fists flyin, and fella's dyin. Blood spillin, and kid's lyin. I am from big fights, and long nights. From, protect your face, to protect your sisters.
Connected by the heart and clasped with a hand A whole lifetime and more spent in constant company, a single monochrome  In dazzling colors blended by genes, painted with love. Questioning identity in sadness Trapped in a mirror of dazzling irides
Who am I - today I can answer that question. I was destroyed, I was shattered,  into infinitely many pieces, I was broken, I was dark. I lost all hope, happiness
What happens when caps and gowns become funeral garments to the mourning? Eulogies being given by the Valedictorian To a student body adorned by honor’s sashes tear stained
There’s something about Caps and Gowns, And burning from Chlamydia That could make last will out of diploma Memories of the prom night church girl
  What makes me, me is what makes you, you. I am not a piece of clothing but rather many different fables.   No one should have to have labels. I am unique, like you.   I am confident in what I do.
He walks with his head just above his rear His words are muffled from his cowardice  His speech is without shame The most ravenous of mosquitoes reject him   When he chokes speaking his lies, 
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He is a secret In the forest That only I know of.   When he approaches I inhale the spicy Woody scent Rolling off of him In waves.   A dense forest Surrounds
Red Rover, Red Rover Send that girl over. That girl who runs through the two strongest boys That girl who purposely gets caught to flirt with the boys That girl who acts too mature for her age,
I am a childI am not strong.I am wildI am calm.I could be betterI could be wrong.I am a childI will be strong.  
I want to see my reflection when re-reading my words Not to live behind persona painting vividly pictures for stages Slamming relying on metaphors and verbs I want to write honesty
Who am I? possibly the hardest question because there are infinitely many answers answers that may contradict because I am not simple then I realize I am not an answer there shouldn't be a question, "Who am I?"
I am a never ending series Of sleepless nights and crumpled bed sheets Battered from the restlessness of my slumber A lost sheep number 4 A.M's only friend Tired   I am the burnt out light bulb
I Am…. I am a blossoming girl that needs to be watered constantly I am a growing woman that is rooted deeply I am an innovator that needs to be challenged daily
When I was in physics class I learned that an object with any amount of mass can store up any amount of potential energy based simply on its height and the force of gravity.  
I was raised in a house of colors I drank from Green mugs larger than myself The carpet was Tan and bed sheets Pink White sweaters in the closet and Silverware in the sink  
                    The Lord helps. The Lord heals.                     He protects. He preserves. "I sought the Lord, and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears."                     God loves
  My name is the syncopated beat Of a dotted eighth note, sixteenth note Rocking like a boat on windy waters   My laugh is the swoop of glissando Sometimes a delicate slide
I nodd my head sympathetically and listen. So many problems that I connot fix. A big, glaring, "What Should I do?" twists and tangles my thoughts.
I am... Falling, forever falling and flailing in fear fear that fighting is fruitless. I fear finding I fear facing I fear falure Falure, forever failing to fight because of fear. I am...
I watched the darkness; dissolving, morphing, quickly receding from the fruity light, as if rejected medicine.   Left behind for an identical,
Iam a lion without a roar  An experiment without a family  Identified by only a number  Now ruler of my destiny  Gaining strength and speed as I fall  Look into this lambs ferocious eyes
an icy fine powderthat made you lamentthe days spent twistedwarpedunder the false ideologythat manliness is to beconfided in yourdead father.  
Here I stand forevermore waiting for the light, The moonlight beams and brings me dreams of what there is in store. As I lie I think of time and days we have no more, Each day a flight for heaven might
Poetry is language, Language that changes, Changing rapidly and instantaniously, Considerably easier once you read childhood poem books.   Whilst indulged in the works of art, Thwarted e'ry word,
I Am Powerful!
Who am I? To begin I must state who I was I was happiness and naivete I was sound personified  I was a future waiting to happen
With eyes colors of hazel and exhaustion, She picks herself up again  Speaking words thought to be too substantial for her to handle And too complex for her to comprehend.
It's easier to ignore It's harder to explain It's easier to classify It's harder to accept It's easier to follow It's harder to stand out Its easier to speak It's harder to listen
I walk a path both dark and dreary As I ponder long, worn and weary: Who am I?   Love I’ve found and lost again
Daughter of the King and Bama-born beloveds Hailing from the province of prestigious peaches and ravishing red clay
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I was a child, A wanderer, A straggler. I was wrong, Blind, Naïve. I was a child, Lost at sea, Caught up in daydreams drifting in the sky.
A pencil, Paper Blank. No thoughts, no words, Nothing to do but sing sedative songs. A naked moment, nothing to hide behind, Fully-exposed, embrassing even, that at the happiest I've been,
I am a strong minded Hispanic women is something that is not only wrong but unusual to hear.
Crazy, Curious, Committed Consistently overthinks simple solutions on purpose Invents creative ideas for a better world Determined, Dependable, Dauntless
They tell you that you can be yourself -  Just be nice, and kind, and loving, Go to college, get good grades, don't throw your life away like that In front of a computer typing all day.
This tale is true and mine, it tells how I love the person that how love me. We are caring each other.
Since the moment of our existence, this is what we feel.   Taking our first breath and thus, we shed our first tear.  
A lady came up to me today, She had lost both breasts With soul in her eyes she spoke of a savior. Naive promises of saccharine salvation and loving embraces  Coated her tongue. "It’s too good to be true"
They said" well maybe you're just, broken."
I am I was the kid who you used to make fun off I was the kid who you called nerd because he choose to read instead of play football I was the kid who you got mad at when I made a 100 when you did bad
Recently life's been good Or so it has seemed I've done all I've could To create myself redeemed From sports to music to school ive schemed but I'm missing the life that's in need
Born and raised as a brain Until the bullies brought the pain Through this the Social chameleon was born To prevent his constant forlorn Or worse, the others scorn   To make it out alive
A silly image of humanity If two men love ''This it’s bad'' If a girl loves to another is When i think of you They say it is fatal
If you really want to know me…
Says that I am special That i see its soul And not only its body Because says that my way of loving Is immense And i like it I always waited to who will tell me that And look my soul and will love it
I am fearl
Education is something important and needed in life to survive. Education is an important factor that many people may or may not thrive. It may not come easy, and it may take time.
I'm told to pray and bow my head, but i begin to see the big picture of those close to me dying then coming rising once again  the world becomes The Walking Dead.
I am a Human being I am a poet I am a college student I am a migrant because I have to be here for a better life I am proud of my roots I am someone who talks from within Someone that loves his mom
I learned to write poems on my palms 
Body To Nobody 
I remember thinking, When I was still a kid That I would always choose good In everything that I did. I'd be a famous astronaut, Hurtling through outer space But I guess it was pretend,
I have a little wooden box,
  I am the South With my earnest green eyes and brown hair My magnolia white skin and orange-can curls My honeysuckle lips and wide laughing mouth  
I remember everything yours Always the memories of the selfies That we lived You you yes really see with the soul You tell me that you love me with the entire being When i have crouched the look
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Who am I? The one to change the world , or the one to help erect the infastructure.
Another Brick in the Wall   I am a brick. with cement I stick to the other bricks. We grow and we fall. My biggest mistake of them all,
Hello my name is Tyko                                    I believe                       life black dots                     orange suits black in orange                                                prison doors
No no I don't want to be with you why because simply not You don't make me goosebumps you don't produce in me nothing Any sensation Feeling or passion You finished with all that When you went
I am like a painted picture... As they pick up the brush The bristles slightly hit the paper They move their hand in every direction across the paper Bringing various colors together to form a mixture....  
I am everything yet nothing. I wonder about my future. I hear what haunts me. I see only what I want to see. I want more memories than regrets. I am everything yet nothing.  
I am. I can. I will be.   I am a contribution to the future. I can contribute my future for the lives of many. I will be there for the lives of many because of my future.
A wildfire of a soul--entrapped by glass of reality. Ferociously burning, in which drains for all eternity. This is passion. My passion.   
I am the voice that you fear the voice of the ones who dare not appear the ones you claim weak the ones society doesn't seek I know you don't care about the girl pulling out her hair
You are arrogantI admit, that was apparent.You are self absorbedThat was all I could affordYou are condescendingI simply didn't want to blend inYou are conscientious
The sensational, sense of warm hugs. Off of fresh cotton smell, On a friends relief clothes. Amazing, i felt comfortable in my own skin.
I am from arid, sandy shores, and the aroma of soaking, summer showers. I am from sweet vegetation
you had a smile that could direct like the compass rose.
you had a smile that could direct like the compass rose.
Waking up Weary and teary eyed Wearing his cologne unwilling Wanting to escape his grasp Willing myself to move on Wanting to escape the memories Wearing my own name Weary from my fight
-I went through a season of roaming. appeared as a tornado in the sand Rotating while in orbit, a cycle that I could not break without the mighty strength of God to stabilize me.
I Am… Love I am a caring young man, One that cannot be compared to another man, You see, you are unique,
I am in the midst of my perishing youth
I am a world changer watch as tectonic plates move at my fucking request I am a whole person and I am the world, the world is me. My screams make every animal awake. I
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As I sit here Contemplating my life I see changes That define my fight   To see an end From the very beginning To understand the words That I'm currently feeling  
I lay awake trying to speak to fate.
This isnt the right time for us, because I have all these issues with trust. In my dark times all I can think about is you. I have some things I'm tryna let go. The world around me is moving so fast but I'm moving slow.
I never prayed to God for this sin to happen,
We have ancestors of Cherokee Indian We have dark complextion
Embrace Embrace yourself Embrace your glasses Embrace your personality Embrace your quirks Embrace everything you hate about your body Embrace everything you hate about yourself Embrace life
I am the queen of disorientation.  There were bumble bees building nests in my hair and now I'm made of honey combes; but sometimes my sweetness can go sour under pressure.
I am not a superlative I won’t be remembered for one quality I have accepted that I am too much of everything I have qualities that interact with each other because of who I have met
The numbers continue to grow but the mind does not count It goes by guessing while the numbers continue to grow Is it not apart of life to want more To wish that the mind could expand, conquer and worship
Even though I cannot be there to celebrate with you on your special day, I know that when the spiraled columns of gret smoke clear away; when the breath of another year of life has left your lips; when the effervescent flame of the candles has ab
 "The instructor said, 'Go home and write A page tonight And let that page come out of you-
I am a masterpiece. An instrument crafted in silver by the skilled Creator Who made Heart beat Hands raise Feet dance Ears hear Voice sing   To join with others!
Aaaaaaaaaaaa! Soul rises theres yellow lights theres red color When I close my eyes I lift up my hands of soul I lift up my wings of soul theres peace
SPIT OUT THE BRIGHT COLORS painted on the unknown to make it marketable to the masses, the mugged middle-class. SPIT OUT ONTO A CANVAS make it out of imagination.
When mom and dad were young, she had a fit So my dad made like a banana and split As an infant, my mom gave me his outfit 18 years later I've out grown it the games of my childhood
A silly image of humanity If two men love ''This it’s bad'' If a girl loves to another is
If you met me today, I would be a shadow in the street
Do your best It may not be the best At least You'll pass your own test Confidently win your quest Thereby have rest Do your best.
    Every day, every night, there is darkness It’s unseen by the human eye, except from the whole heartedness. It doesn’t lurk in the shadows, not an assassin of the shade
Her Wrong Deeds, His GoodnessThe old man at the banks of River Sagana   is whipping the wifeand shouting to those fetching water   his goodness and er wrong deeds
I am AJ.
My Own Mind All my life I've been told that grades are what matter,
Today, all runner come Shoulder high we bring you home And set you at your threshold down Towns man of a stiller town.
A lotta people say a lotta things are awesome but coming from the place where things ain’t always awesome I can tell you what’s awesome. What’s awesome is being close to someone
What's awesome? Me. Myself. I. I am awesome. Freedom to be myself. Freedom to be different. Who I am is awesome. Awesome is me. Awesome is you. Awesome is everyone.
When I was little people would talk saying I would never make it  growing up with a single mother who never made it.
Whisper strands,
The Sun   She brings us life and joy; despair Her silent song a covenant of care– Our faithful servant in the air   A gilded messenger, inasmuch:
It’s in the “thank you’s.” The “you’re welcome’s” and the “hello’s” and the “I miss you’s.” And telling them that “I miss you too.”   Goodbyes aren’t always sappy So if you catch me waving while I walk away
Innocent brown eyes roam  around in her wonderland reaches for the light that slowly fades fades way along with her innocence.   Tick, Tock, Tick Tock time is running 
I often desecrate myself, Along with the past deeds I have done. I shift through my memory cabinets to shun, All those foolish words I spilled out of my trap. Those actions that I should not have taken,
Captivating conversation Make sure not to miss the meaning You are, perfect   Constantly Occluding my Motivation for a lie You are, unnerving ... Am I, serving   
When we fell when we were young it always ended up okay. We got to choose which Disney princess we wanted  to shield our wounds from the biting air as they bled into battle scars 
A divine arrangement of keys. A vibrant display of sounds. A world once unbeknownst to me Became my life renowned. A philosophy once inquisitve, Now seemingly concrete. An imagination so definitive,
F Words For my fellow false friends who frequently forage for fault in my faculties
I made it! I'm in!   Eighteen and the best. 
12:04 and already we're five minutes past yesterday.  
Can You See?   Have you ever wondered how a cave would react if light would stream in unashamed?   Could you imagine the things you could see
Learning, laughing kids: Educators' greatest joys. Will you help me teach?
Happily Never After   A heart that once loved and was forever cherished, Withering and weeping left alone to perish,   To perish and die like the cold breeze on brush,
Do opposite intuitions attract? Or opposite eye colors?
Your body is not a temple; it's a tree.  Equipt with branches for limbs and leaves for all the little in betweens. Trees are meant to grow strong for years and years with their roots consistently reaching further.
Forest Gump says, Stupid is as Stupid does, that might be true but I say stupid just needs a little love. Our world today is focused on hate, but don't you think that's a heavy weight.  
The 21st century will come and go,
Getting lost between the lines But following all of the signs Beloved friends come to an end While struggling to defend   Soilders brought upon in life Only to be struck by a knife
The struggle. Its not for everybody its not what it seems. See most people dont understand the diffrence between reality and dreams. Survival of the fitess when you want it you gotta get it.
Poetry is awesome. Facilitating the spread of unheard and unspoken ideas through poetry is awesome. The ability to convey unspeakable feelings through words is awesome.
Do you know how much I love you? Let me show you how much.  
sometimes things are just broken. broken bones broken picture frames broken records broken hearts broken families broken people. there is beauty in all of this brokenness
Painful Truth   Believe that i'm hurting, The pain left is deep, And you should have no place, My heart you can't keep.   You literally took, The last left of me,
 I lie upon the grass, And rhapsodize what has come to pass, And I ask of thee so pleasantly,
Sometimes the sun doesn't shine how you want it, Sometimes the moon is a little too grey,  Sometimes the clouds scurry forward to steal your joy away. But no one has ever told you, See no one has ever told you,
The ticking never seems to slow,
Wonder of wonders, dream of dreams! This world with all its skirmishes and negativity, Still never ceases to amaze and awe me.   Wonder of wonders, dream of dreams!
If art is happiness, what do you when you can't make art? For six long years I've captured beauty around me with a click From the begining of my craft it all started with a click
It's Time   You choose my fate, you forged my path, By no choice I was consumed by your sickening wrath.   And when the darkness came and blackened my eyes,
Love   Love is seamless, Love is a gift, Love can be sweetness, Love can be swift.   Love can be pain, Love can be fear, Love can be vain,
They lightly tapped my forehead and told me my mind is "brilliant"
To kittens and fresh linens To cognitions and correct premonitions 
People say they get lost in others eyes Well my eyes were lost the day I was born My access to the world around me was never perfect Some people can't see the world in color Others can't see at all
Why can't we be like birds? Birds are light Birds have a beautiful flight Birds live a simple life  A life without strife Why can't we live without a care? Why can't we have a lot time to spare?
BEEP! BEEP! Covers over my head and burrow into that cool pillow. Too early. Too late last night. Too much work, too much think about. Then, I remember.  I remember her. Her smile, her smell, her limbs like a willow
You’re leaving me. After sixteen years of constant contact, Secret confidences, You’ll be gone. The memories I have of you Are already blurring, Obscured by time or tears into a single entity,
From the moment were born are fait is instilled upon us. Are DNA is purley a guideline for the events that occur in ones life, that cannot be altered; or at least shouldn't be.
Why look at the bad Just because the good's standing behind? Why take time to be mad, When happiness is what you want to find? Why fold to stress When patience will mold you a better way?
Obstacles and tests are what life gives to us But, at the same time it teaches us It allows us to make our mistakes And do things completely wrong
Everything in the universe is awesome. Every person, place, object, and idea are one of a kind. Every where something new is occurring. Every moment an amazing new experience.
“Please Don’t Quit”When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
An opaque flame that emits no light  And a white-light supernova that restricts no thing;
Ignorance was only Bliss If one did not face the consquence.   Bliss seemeth Ignorance When one knows the future consequence.   Yet Ignorance seemeth good when evil is distant
I am aware of the stress,
Oh dismal day, our loving mother has passed away. Disease struck her and became too strong, we soon knew death would come along.   She did not deserve a painful end,
I am loved by olive eyes
In my life there were a few people who made an impact on me At times it was hard to see But one was very was visible for me She‘s An Awesome Woman She is the essence of beauty
In my life there were a few people who made an impact on me At times it was hard to see But one was very was visible for me She‘s An Awesome Woman She is the essence of beauty
The mouth of the metal monster the maw of the morbid mother the giver of gold or gall picking out the particular person plucking out precious people maker of more monopolies
Don't forget, Everything is Awesome Every Mistake, Every misfortune-- a chance for you to blossom into who you're meant to be. So delicate, yet so strong, are us human beings
What about my God is Awesome? Is it his raiment of light which gives Darkness Fright? Is it his tears that flow every time you say “she’s a hoe?”
Similar vein
Vacations take me to awesome places Take me away from reality into fantasy Makes me feel awesome and amazing See things that are magnificent and wonderful That’s how awesome life is  
Breeze Brushing gently Across small shards of verdant life. Spinning, whirling, They whisper to each other.   Apollo’s arrows pierce through
When feeling down or feeling sad Feeling just a little mad That I failed expectation Lost myself to temptation   What keeps me up? When I’m feeling down? What pulls me back?
Can't youcan't you seeI got a dreamjust to beme, myself, and ICan't youcan't you knowI am alivelivingto get by
  A fatherless showdown. He is around but he’s not. His ghost still creeps in his body,
I love being free! I love being outside! I love being able to express myself! I love being able to chase my dreams!   Sometimes things are sad, But then things get happy again!
Deodorant sent them to space
Sometimes it might feel like you live under a grate Or like you can't even trust your best mate