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Your beauty encourages my mind to aspire,
Eventhough, I now found it difficult to respire;
Mind me not that I also terribly perspire,
But only if you allow your heart to be inspired.
Lingering Feelings
Your smell still on the blanket sheets,
A mark of the nights we shared.
Your voice still echoing in my head,
Like an unforgettable tune.
Lingering Feelings
Your smell still on the blanket sheets,
A mark of the nights we shared.
Your voice still echoing in my head,
Like an unforgettable tune.
Where Lies A Sword Of Me?
A shrubs of root upon a hill
Narrow like a shrinked hallow
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Moving through what is clean and unclean requires a mistake.- a mistake (the ache can relate)
The acne can overtake- what is the posture of my heart and how can I relate/unrelate(d) when all i see is a face.
My left hand feels
amputated
without your pelvis
I can’t type properly
it,
my left hand,
stayed there
by your side
tracing the stretch marks on your belly
My left hand feels
amputated
without your pelvis
I can’t type properly
it,
my left hand,
stayed there
by your side
tracing the stretch marks on your belly
A cascading darkness...
Shrouded in a mist of discouragement
Tears as heavy as the raindrops
Uncertainty sets in
The end unknown
Drifting farther and farther away...
Hope as a figment of imagination
Wake up let the morning shine on you,
Kneel down, ask God for for his guidience,
Step out let the game begin.
Pain is used in different ways
But the pain of being stuck in
Your head is the worst
People cant see the pain
Except you,
Your the only one
Yeah, you're just a little penguinWhat can I say?You ain't ever gonna fly, nahPenguin on the ice, you could never dieYou could never fly, ayy, you will never fly, no, noPenguin on the ice, you could never die
Sun saves moves and rays for some as a racing nun
Burns form him as from a mum
Fun runs in plum turn for each warmth won
In my new house there is host
It is known as ghost
He lived for million time
Just he did was million crime
He is dark as night
Strong as knight
Has horse without head
Friends are souls but in two bodies
They are always with you
To stay close to you
They are your soul mates
There soul are together and souls
You sit and write with them
As soon as you capture them
Depleted and wounded empire
Again, on the path of resurgence curve
After spree of free fall for long time.
Nostalgia of past still hunt
To have control over break way states
Winner empire of cold war
Why You are Important to Me
“She ran home and her mother gathered her in her arms”
-Anna Strauss: Hush Mama Loves You
From the very first day,
i feel like a planet at its aphelion
drifting farther away from the Son
unlike me, it'll always veer back
unlike it, my future's undone
i feel like a runaway slave
as i attempt to escape from my Lord
We all feel the same pain and go through different endings, yes our generational demon ‘’depression’’ sneaks up like a friend uninvited to a party
Depression is not a "choice"
No one "chooses" to have depression.
A box full of train tickets she sawWith her mother at the station doorShe saw it belongs to the ticket manAnd wanted to be as soWith a dream of a secret agent tooDing dong, the desk is awesome
They came to kill me
With weapons unknown
In roguish whirlwind
Uttering my name like a magic hum.
They came to kill me
With weapons unknown
In roguish whirlwind
Uttering my name like a magic hum.
Inside a huge hollow tree
I must go and sleep
Sleep very deep
Just like a hibernating bear,
Without any fear!
#MywordsOnMycanvas
Saima Qureshi ©️
Be a faster than fuel,
Let’s the works become diesel.
Let’s the mistake be gone,
Let’s the good things to come.
Stop pointing out the sins,
Let’s gain the good deeds.
The greatest phenomenon known to man is the concept of love
When love is taught, it is taught to be regarded as gentle and kind
Sometimes i rewatch it all over again it's like i'm fighting to save him in my dreams
i was only 10 trying to get home coming up the escalator to get to the bus
Oh fate! deceiver of mortals,
Your cold ember takes even more than death,
You have become a catastrophe
To men you're a beautiful danger.
Land of future and fools
Ending up in crews
With a future of blues
Land where workers come from borders
Ending up only making quarters
Making life on it, barely enough for a used whip
It's funny.
I find myself running,
unable to breathe.
The pain in my feet told me to keep on going,
Even though my turning stomach disagreed.
I felt like I swallowed the whole ocean
I find her in my bedroom, grinning,
Messy and mischievous, her dark hair down
“I just needed a kirby grip.”
She stiffens up, stands straight,
I wake up after the sunset,
I walk up after the sunset,
I have my breakfast after the sunset,
I read the news paper after the sunset,
I sometimes bath after the sunset,
Imagine being picked
Like petals from a flower
Someone
holding you,
wanting you,
wishing for you
Only to be pricked by the thorn
And watch the blood fall
Mercilessly
I am bun
Let's have some fun
I ate a meat
That has a feet
I have a tone
With my zone and phone
My mother come soon
Because moon come soon as much soon
Thy should i i fall into the dark land
Thy should i drown into the water
I fall from the higher mountains
I tribute myself forever
The experiences that I make are very rich
As I look in the Mirror I can see the Screwed up side of me,
But you won't get to see the Other side of me, I keep it locked away Inside my head,
Scattered pieces of my heart, Lying around in the shadows of my Broken Soul,
Harassing the world. Sharp Splinters of my smile
Gone Forever.
Lost Whispers of my sanity slipping away,
A Jacob’s ladder romance
Not two strings, but one loop.
My heart bangs against yours like a paddleball battleground.
Every time I see your SMILE,
I think I’m on the heaven’s aisle,
Seeing angels in the sky,
Like an addict that is high.
Hoy entendí que significa esperanza
Es algo muy real y nunca con mentiras se disfraza
Es algo que nos impulsa a seguir
Nos levanta en alto y no nos deja dormir
Broken glasses are like broken wings
It couldn't easily be mended with strings
The wound can be healed
As the gap can be sealed
I am lifted each day
My thinking time lifts itself with flare each day.
I desire intelligence each day as wealth, as it is to flourish.
I am enriched at the fountain that preaches.
Today I see just me. Gotta love and claim it. If I don't I wither from a thought that could be misery. Living flawed or flawless causes my battles of integrity. Gotta love, ME.
Beautiful like the early morning sun
With blond hair like the beach sand
And red lips like roses
With blue eyes like the ocean
Your touch has made me breathless
And your kiss has made me lifeless.
I want to say what I feel,
I know the wounds won't heal,
I can't do anything ,
But think of being free.
All I ever wanted was a life,
But I had to sacrifice,
I fought for it,
But still lost it.
One wish tag her like a beggar.
One fish snag her like a stellar.
One dish brag her like a liar.
One pish drag her like a quillar.
One stressed like a guitar Aleem.
Old and uncared grandpa standing beside a road,
Luggage on his shoulder make him bowed.
Dreaming and passing across the street he went to an "Old Age home".
Age with peace and rest should be his destiny.
Old and uncared grandpa standing beside a road,
Luggage on his shoulder make him bowed.
Dreaming and passing across the street he went to an "Old Age home".
Age with peace and rest should be his destiny.
I wrote you a letter two years ago that I never gave you.
In the letter I said that I loved you.
I wish I could tell you that!
I wrote and I wrote and I wrote, until my arm felt like elsatic.
can't sleep.
it feels like these walls are closing in on me
so i find shelter in your arms instead.
(i could stay here forever.)
pink cheeks
rosy like blooms that burst when you compliment me.
you say my name
and everything else falls like petals, sinking
down
down
down.
i seem to fall in and out of love at a slightly disturbing speed.
my lovers are like puzzle pieces.
i'm always trying to find my perfect fit --
Beauty resides everywhere on our Mother Earth
Beauty comes in all different shapes and forms
Beauty is pain, beauty is success, beauty is even in the struggle
In tears since you left, just waiting for you.
Leave me to apologize, can take it for you.
If i was there to lie, let's make it now for you.
I worry for tomorrow, will there be another day?
I try to stay strong, but the pain won't go away.
We're consumed by this anguish, trapped in solitude.
The day is anew,
With the sun dancing in the sky.
Although, I only look at you,
But I could never know why.
As the sun rises on, do you think of me?
You and I are like the sky and the ground,
we see each other but we can never meet.
Like the sun and the moon we are far apart,
only appearing when one disappears.
We keep our hearts in parallel dimensions
Hey, that's me!
The one that stares at you blankly,
the one that doesn't care how you feel,
I'm like a mirror, I give what I see.
fingers crossed
behind our backs
shared kisses
behind walls of school buildings
we barley attend
the sweet scent of cantaloupe
three years
approximately 1,095 day’s
that gave time for the pressure to build up
causing the tension between them unbearable
vanilla and chocolate swirl
the aroma to my air boy
makes me feel sweet like candy boy
drinks until he slurs
but can still make the words
Arguing with our hands in a fist
Both of us pissed
My mind is running,
I just can’t catch it.
My heart is pounding
Cause I can’t move past it.
Love like plastic
Promises broken like glass.
Your eyes glisten like the red sea;
so pleasing, so irresistible you get trapped
in the waves and never get a chance to breath.
The way your figure is its better than you think
You say
I can be fixed.
Like I'm an
Object,
Or a
Problem
That can't stay the way it is.
You say
I can be fixed.
Like a
Broken bone
Or a
I WAS MAKING A GARLAND
THAT WAS LOOKING LIKE A WHITE BAND
THE FLOWER WAS VERY WHITE
EVEN THAT WOULD MAKE THE NIGHT INTO BRIGHT
THE FLOWERS ATTRACT US AT IT'S FIRST SIGHT
You promised
To never leave me.
But you did.
And I will never be the same.
You were there
For me
When times were
The toughest
But now they're
Harder.
Days like Rose's are not red to the color blind
I fear the long drive will end in tarnation and mess,
Learning,
Is like the rain.
Sometimes violent,
Sometimes graceful.
Look to the rain,
For a child can learn a lot,
From the clouds that part their ways.
Darkness surrounds me.
Wrapping its hand around me like a thick blanket.
I hear it all everyday.
It has consumed our society like a widespread plague.
If good thoughts are like clouds,
Then what about the bad—
The ones that slip into your mind
When you least expect it?
Is it thick black ink
That permeates your brain?
A slime that festers
Her next challenge is flooding right in front of her
And the rough stones tremble underneath her feet
waves of suspision splashed on the shore,
finding what truly matters always fathomed my mind.
Until my glasses fog from the salt and desperation
like a vase sitting on a night stand, cold, yet lonely...
Day by day,
Is what they say,
Just get through the day
And you’ll be on your way.
Week by week,
Try not to make it bleak,
he looked at her
like she was the sun. that is,
he squinted and cowered in the face of her
absolute radiance.
Years later, someone else looked at her
like she was the moon. that is,
Never thought that this could happenThat we will be discussing the valor of LifeReal America is known as Free placeBy America, we see Freedom, we see HopeLife is something who everyone has the right t
What happened to the timeWhen words poured out of meLike liquid nitrogen,Cracking open my ribsPeeling away the petals of my heartTo unearth a diamondAt its core--ReleasingAn explosion of galaxiesAnd made-up stars,Fictional constellationsAnd playti
I can’t remember how it feels to feel
Something,
Anything.
I want to feel again.
Anger, sadness,
Even hatred.
Many questions were asked.
None were answered.
No one knows why.
You sleep in a wooden box
Where you have the answer to all of our questions.
As names were signed.
Others were denying.
A human life is like a tree
it grows, it withers, and it dies.
As the human grows they can be the shade for their future family,
or they could be the reason why the family is miserable.
A human life is like a tree
it grows, it withers, and it dies.
As the human grows they can be the shade for their future family,
or they could be the reason why the family is miserable.
This is my clean piece of paper
with endless possibilites
some ive tried
and thrown aside
some ive yet to get to
Along this piece of paper
i find myslef thinking
Trauma doesn't define useven though you go through trauma you still have to be who you are Our past makes us strongNo matter what has happened to you in the pastYou may have some bad days But you're gonna have to keep pushing through those day
Trauma doesn't define useven though you go through trauma you still have to be who you are Our past makes us strongNo matter what has happened to you in the pastYou may have some bad days But you're gonna have to keep pushing through those day
Momma hangs our sheets in the yard to dry and sometimes, the wind catches
like cow manure and sometimes honeysuckle or a post-rain breeze
hoping birds and bees won't swoop beneath magnolia trees
Once we’ve prepared ourselves..
We begin clearing ourshelves..
One by one a memory goes down..
Each one from our hometown..
No, it wasn’t easy living without you…
Running up and down these roads just to make time pass by,
I probably crossed your path on Hwy 27 or I-75!---
No, it wasn’t easy to find my way to you…
Inspiration, inspiration
inspriation is the sound of
being called mommy in the
morning.
Seeing a little girl
Haiti
By: Abbey Windham
They carry on
Day after day
The smiles on their faces
As white as pearls from the roaring oceans
Their homes are shambles
Pieces of trash nailed together
His hair aflow, a wave on golden stream.
He says things that are unbelievable.
He sits without any words, silent dream.
In the quiet we hear all his troubles
Heartbreak can only get worse
It feels like a huge curse
It's also like when you can't find anything in your purse
It breaks
When they make mistakes
Or if they're a snake
I am inspired by my past
Not what I went through,
But how long it last.
After a while it became abuse,
Not physical
But mental, and emo-tion-al.
When you begin to ask why, first think about how you got here.
Then, gaze with those pure eyes what wonders you have accomplished.
Without you history cannot be made done,
How the stars shine bright for you my dear heart.
Linking us togeter, as they are the same when we look up to see them.
Faw away they are, just like you and I.
How the future seems more possible my darling sweet.
It's like clockwork I wake up, I eat, I sit and do nothing Do nothing while the weight of the world sits on my shoulders bending my back into a “C” With the hands of the clock, the cycle repeats I wake up, I eat, I sit and do nothing Do nothing w
You only have one time in your life to live,
when you have that moment live it like it matters,
because once you die it won't be the same.
our eyes met in January.
i obviously smirked, very
wary about his intentions.
my smile in april had multiple dimensions,
i began to accept him and the confusion,
my happiness was no longer an illusion.
She was full of laughter. Full of joy. Full of excitement. Full of passion. Full of perseverance. Inside. A fighter. A champion beyond understanding. Beyond limits from which a normal person can handle. Through the pain. Throught the suffering.
You have already promised me too much
Nights in Paris, tucked tight under the covers
As crisp air sashays through the open window
to stroke my bare skin
While sitting in a small, dimly-lit coffee shop, my eye is caught by a small decorative pillow sulking in the corner on a long wooden bench.
Quiet,
Absolute quiet.
I can hear my own breaths and my own heart beating,
And the faraway singing of the mountains--
The sweetest lullaby.
The air is crisp,
So sharp it might shatter
He rests in an old abandoned graveyard but
Every Halloween he rises.
At the strike of midnight, his
Dozens of bats appear
Like an entourage.
It is impossible to say what she is like
as she is incomparable to most earthly things
She's not a wildflower,
she is a whole meadow
A secret kept by the forest
She smiles
Like a musician,
Constantly introducing
Some new idea, never once
Falling out of tempo, but then
She speaks such words like a river
Candles—
They are quiet
Low-flamed
Background lights,
Yet they burn;
They glow;
Sometimes they spark:
One of them is as brilliant as the first orange leaf of autumn,
Candles are
Some days are slow
Some are fast
Nothing to do
So much to do
Time is relative
So are you
Outside you look
City sky
Colors on colors
Like an inside
Guide
Like a painting
Fierce as the tigress
Pure as lilies
There’s a fire in her eyes
Tongue like a blade yet witless
Bleeding heart that’s chaste as ice
What inspires me?
The question is answered so easliy.
Its the mother who gets out of bed
Who lifts her head
Do you like Rainbows? Or do you prefer the Storm before?
Maybe it’s the bright colors that annoy you.
Or maybe just the fact that they were born.
There are parts of one's self that can be change and there are parts of one's self that can't be changed.
If your hair is naturally Brown , It can be changed to Orange if one so chooses it to be.
Streetlights shining brightly
twinkling like stars in the night sky.
An owl hoots, a goose honks,
the sounds of nature alive.
Rustling in the bushes,
What is this land that we find in our mind that make us wander,
What is this place that we have the need to chase,
How is it that our world is made,
Dark, curly, hair, wet with beads of sweat
A proud smile spreading across his lips
Eyes scan the sea of jumping bodies
"Apollo!" the crowd screams, "Apollo!"
Muses harmonize in the background
Not all girls like chocolates and Teddy bears
And husbands to be millionaires.
Some girls love Video games, adventures and sneakers over high heels.
Lips of ones own
Leaned in ever so slow
As the way the sicamore grows
The gentle being,ever so sweet
Calls for true love
The lips like roses
While hours froze
True loves kiss
Decades decades decades
Each tick of the clock we evolve
Gaining insight, losing primitiveness
We promised to be “American”
I wish the color of my skin was a blessing in society's eyes.
Just because I'm not freak'n pale.
Maybe, if I was darker I would get more hate.
I don't know much about football.
Kill yourself and be a part of the 22 a Day
fighting a battle where no one dies and no one knows
the reson for all conflict why can't it ever be heard?
Silent killers
Darkness right in the light of day
Young and impressionable
Your words tore me apart
Like a hurricane ripping thorugh my heart
Ugly you said
Disgusting you preached
Everyone stayed out of my reach
I believed you
They did too
Why is the world so judgmental?
Like people,
Hungry animals choose their prey
By looking for the weak or wounded
They pursue them—
I used to think no one was perfect. The idea of perfect being so distant from reality. Like the stars shining in the sky that continued on indefinitely, his love for me is shocking.
You are where the sea and the sky meet-A line of the horizon that many have tried to reachBut so magnificent, so beautiful, so ever changing,that no one can help themselves There are stories you tell of merfolk and fae, that you know like they are
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There’s a family
In Mexico City
Loud and Proud
And All So Pretty
There’s the mother
Coatlicue
Like Mother earth
Depression a canker worm,
that eats deep into our being,
Like a bee it stings,
and leaves sores to treat,
Rusty hinges, a noisy gate.
Echo rattling through pure hate.
Flooded engine , well that’s great.
Cavaly arrives a bit too late.
Where it’s at and where it was .
He won’t accept that word “because.”
I don’t know why the universe has chosen me out of seven hundred fifty three billion people, to suffer the most. I don’t feel human at all. My sensitive mind is constantly being taken advantage of. Like an alien or robot. To me, people never stop
I don’t remember exactly when I stopped being a kid
It seemed to have gradually ended
Like how a soccer ball slowly deflates with every kick
I am a woman that's very connected in my own way. I can be very creative by heart.
I am a strong woman that fight for my right
I am a selfless woman that puts everybody's
Needs be for my own. I am a fearless women
Sirens
Police, fire trucks and ambulances.
Kids just getting off of school.
One day we were just kids,
Now, we are scarred kids.
My depression is like a sweater.
Sometimes too big of my problems.
But sometimes too tight, where
I find myself grasping for air.
No one else can wear it,
even if they ask to borrow it.
Our last dying rose
The thorns that hold the grace but
Love knows no way to survive because
As I stroll down the sidewalk,
With my tiny mind,
I see giants all around me,
Known as mankind.
These titan looking creatures,
A 1,454 ft tall building A 305 ft tall statue A 277 ft tall bridge To see these things are breathtaking sightsBut to see a girlonly 5 ft something You feel she’s towering over you
BLACK
The strongest word in the dictionary.
- of any human group dark- colored skin
though they attack our freedom
though it’s war between us————- like vampires and werewolves
MELANIN
Kneeling to God my knee hurt,
praying with caution and aiming higher,
So many lovers but love is lost.
Beating Hearts
I’ve had this blanket since I was born,
Its baby pastel pink background and cute red hearts adorning it.
never once had I thought of the similarities this blanket would have to growing up.
Being a child seems so WiLD
As time consumes that CHiLD, you become more MiLD
Being a TeeN seems so MeaN
That TeeN is always in BeTWeeN
Being an aDuLT seems so much like an iNSuLT
If they should ask I want you to tell them That I lived in an amorphous box A glass house And my windows were not impervious to these stones You'll be able to see how transparent I really was Mention Between eternities past and eternities future
Black Girls, you are one with the earth
Black Girls, they like to hit you where it hurts
Black Girls, your skin is not dirt
From the day I was conceived
I was told I was protected
Set in a little bubble
A child so Reserved
So shy and so mellow
Growing up is hard.
Mountains and pitfalls galore;
But time never waits.
We children wonder,
What will be in store for us.
The future? Unknown.
Time will tell our path
When I was a little girl
Pain was like a friend of mine.
It played with me on merry-go-rounds.
It slid with me on slides.
It was my shadow on hot summer days.
When I was a little girl
Pain was like a friend of mine.
It played with me on merry-go-rounds.
It slid with me on slides.
It was my shadow on hot summer days.
Sunshine was my former name,
yet the darkness of life encompassed me like flame,
but all it took was a long glance in the mirror,
for my vision to become clearer,
Sunshine is my current name.
Like a PB and J with too much jelly,
Growing up is too sweet at times.
Sometimes your bread gets soggy,
And you scrunch up your face from the texture.
Other times it has too much peanut butter.
This is an ode to my pizza face
An ode to the pimples that littered my face like pepperoni and grease like cheese
One more slice of salicylic acid and benzoyl peroxide please!
Watching the light slowly fade from a person you love is like watching your favorite candle burn to the end of its wick.
Guilt blooms in my chest like an unwelcomed garden.
But luckily I chose to weed them out before they had any chance to stay and wind around my heart.
Have you ever seen a daisy dance?
swaying in the wind,
careless enough to bend,
as bright as the sun,
Have you ever wondered how it got there?
in a field of green grass,
visual as clear as glass,
It begins with:
3 sisters with familial love built from brick,
6 hands encumbered with budding sunflowers,
6 feet that were miles from homesick, and
Your voice slips and rolls like honey.
And, your tone sounds just as sweet.
You treat me as if I were a fragile bird.
Your gaze opens wide and centers on me.
I don’t know if I’m going through the stages of grief
But rn I’m pretty fuckin pissed and just wanna scream
I think about the word "love"
like a child on their birthday.
The celebration of coming into a new world
-or coming out of it.
When tea parties turned into kickbacks,
I knew my childhood was depleting.
Beer bottles displayed like drunken artifacts,
If only I knew “fitting in” wouldn’t matter in 4 years’ time.
2017 was the year i knew,
My spoiled thoughts were already through.
Trials and error were my only clue,
My times of fun were way over overdue.
Back then my life was much more sunny,
Oh how I use this substance to cover up pain
My life will never be same
The alcohol is like a sedation
My slurred words in conversation
A bandaid is what I call it
No it won’t keep me from falling
Walk,
Stumble, bend,
Crack, break, trip.
Swollen hearts shatter.
The whispers grow bigger, louder.
Never silent, always wild.
A rose snaps in the wind.
The storm quiets,
I was no longer a child when I realized my greatest fear was not that of the dark, but of being so vulnerable and helplessly in love that I would not be able to stop my heart from being broken.
all alone
in this vast
barren house
I sleep
I sleep in this house
that use to be a home for 3
but now is a house for 1
The sky is clouded-
Murky like a sooty pond,
But the trail is clear.
Bumps rattle me off
My bike with the suspension
Every little thing.
Every little fling.
Makes me think of you.
Only you.
And you know it’s true.
Baby.
When I was young
I always wondered
Why I never fit in.
Like a broken puzzle piece,
I just couldn't complete life's picture.
Because my choices
Were taken as sin,
I never got a chance
Like a colony of trees,
Resources we share for all to bare
Twist and swerve; curl and duck
Drawing in and in, each winding root
Water, endless pools of pristine liquid
I feel like a loosened metallic guard dripping
incessantly drops bow like shapely
I feel so much like a barrel leaking
and it's not gonna stop,this Sky's
Studying Muddying
Sipping my cup of joe
Working so hard until
The dead of night.
Thanks to my work, I’ve no
Availability
It is so challenging
Staying upright.
Tickity Tockity
It was only grade school,
when I had my first friend.
Stuck together like white on rice
She always treated me so nice
Then one day,
Another girl came along
And we couldn’t bare to get along
The melanin of my chocolate skin
Differs from the vanilla of my classmates
I live in a land of imagination
With the monsters of my insecurities
Why don't you play with the other kids?
Ever wonder why the mind wanders over the minute aspects of life,
Constantly.
The thoughts of substance digress deep within,
Subconsciously.
Fear is like a shadow that conquers the ground,
But it doesn’t mean that it has to conquer our life.
It follows us till the day we vanish from this earth,
As I think and reflect on what my life was,
I'm glad I overcame all that this life does.
This life we live is but a dance,
Dodging grief and unsteadiness with our bare hands.
She looked at me while she giggled a light-hearted laugh
It rang out like a wind chime till cut in half
She looked to the side and made a face that shook me
Like petals from the one rose I received
I fell, once again deceived
By your untruthful words but somehow I believed them
The belief that this was real
It wasn't just how you would make me feel
but
Company is nice
Likeminded people make for good friends,
or one would think.
Common interests go out the window when you can't count on them.
Well, who needs them anyway?
I thought I did, honestly.
Love
1 word
2 vowels
3 meanings
4 letters
To write this word takes two seconds,
To speak this word takes two centuries.
Love, and to be loved is for those of the brave .
I once was young
So clean and pure
Innocent thoughts flew through my head
Like the airplanes far above
But one thing scared me and kept me down
I saw how my friends changed
The feeling of dread
curdles in my stomach
wishing I was dead
out of breath at the sumit
I stood with my legs shaking
tongue twisted and tied
a pressed on smile I'm faking
Fear is my friend,
Fear is my foe.
He determines all my actions,
And tells me yes or no.
I needed to overcome,
So one day I overcame.
I looked him in the face
And called him by his name.
Being special
everyone says that is what they are
everyone strives to be it
but in the end they are all normal
something that I strived for
Fear.
The fastest emotion to reach the brain
to create a fight or flight reaction
Fight.
Fear causes a person to attack
to rid of whatever caused the fear.
Flight.
So the adage;
The fall after a pride is true after all.
At the crossroad I stand,
Uncertain of the path to take this time around.
Man for chill.
After all I only live once.
I took to abusing drugs.
Your love came like a seed,
Spreading roots inside me.
Now, it became giant
and to the sky defiant.
Ever since I was a kid, basketball has always been my favorite sport to play.
at the same time I really liked music, I like to sing and make beats with anything
Walking out of the comfortably content cottage
You can smell the fresh water, wind breeze
Your hair wavy from the cool breeze and blue water
As a kid you are taught fear.
As a child or baby you know no fear.
It can become damaging if you allow it.
My fear is letting people in on my inner-most secrets.
Everyone has them.
to be queer is strange,
but stranger is pretending
for you that i’m not.
i am not a bug
to be shut in a jar and
you were just laughing,
no, the both of us are laughing.
telling stories to each other,
like no one's ever shared a story.
Shall I compare you to the wonders of nature?You have the majesty of the tiger, You are vivid and bright as the northern lights.I find you more valuable than any other beauty;
“The realest people don’t have a lot of friends.”
The power of a gun can kill
And the power of fire can burn
The power of wind can chill
There is something
That few know of
But is transparent to many
Kept in the dark and loyal to no one
Hoping that no one can find it
It is a silent killer
Pouncing on the slightest sense of innocence
I miss you
I miss you the way
The stars miss the moon
I need you
I need you the way
My lungs need air
But
Lagoon.
Clear like glass cup
Uncovered by sunlight.
No greenhouse gases are emitted.
Lagoon.
I open my mind's lid like the drawer of a filing cabinet.
It is the place where thoughts, dreams, and memories thrive.
Letters of knowledge organized just like books in a library.
You claim I’m falling:
Sure, I’m falling
An acrobat twisting off her trapeze
grin plastered on by the rush of air.
If I’m falling
(SUN)IT IS SINKING;
THOU TOO,
DEPRESSED, DESPAIRED,
ALL OVER THOU THINK.
NO, IT'S BEGINING.
ENOUGH TIIME TO CHANGE IT,
I’m tired of all your fooling, your bitching, and all the gossiping
You can’t get on the road without stopping causing the trafficking
You sit around, lazy and can’t figure out what your slacking in
I feel life slipping between the fingers of my hands like sand
and yet I am so young
so
where did you go?
why did you go?
repeated daunting questions i ask myself
Her eyes were as brown as the mud we rolled in that one afternoon when we were kids.
Her hair is as black as the asphalt we'd run on at recess when we were in 3rd grade.
Why is it that most poetry is ignored
Does it come off as bored
Or is the perspective way to broad?
Why is it that most poetry is ignored
Does it come off as bored
Or is the perspective way to broad?
In your presence, the cold wind of love breaks the shackles in me.
Your webb of love warms me, each and every infinitesimal time.
Scars of love infiltrates my soul anytime you smile.
i could wax lyrical poetry
about wanting,
but everyone does that
and i want to be
uncovnetional,
like a duck
His hair was the color of
flames
His shoulders were ruddy from all the burdens he's carried
Even his old truck was red
But his eyes were a bright
blue
I pushed you away thinking you would fade away
but you didn’t…
I thought I didn’t want to remain with you, almost avoided you
but nothing was true…
I wanted to explore dating guys to find out all the lies
What a wonderful world
Louis Armstrong said
He was being sarcastic
A place long, gone and left
Happiness needs the darkness
Helpless in the loch ness
Sadness and wars
Bad is what pours
“I’m Not A Threat, Unless Your A Threat To Me”
Why can’t you just let me be
Why are you offended when I decide to take a knee
Why can’t, you see, why we, seem to disagree
I pity the souls who fail to see
The wonder and beauty a story can be
Whether it be the delicate blots of black on crisp page
Or the utterings of grand tales around stone set ablaze
Looked at like prized possessions
Thoughts of them as obsessions
Most men can't understand
Long lasting love they can't withstand
There is a feeling that can't even bend
When I look at paper I think of this cruel world,
Separated by race,
Unlined by unity,
Words not being fit well for the community.
Two lines separating each side,
Your lips were rose petals, dipped in natural moisture
and your skin was kissed by the sun,
leaving me constantly warm.
The people above us dont hear our voice
They make all these decisions without giving us a choice
Shooting down all my brothers and sisters
Leaving us with pain as it stings like a blister
There are some boys who talk in gamesAfter they get hard they say One must remember about his love without blameFirst say I remember my teacher when he was angry You must work you must studyTo make your country above in a way To let the enemy run
My skin is smooth fearfully and wonderfully made by God
From the top of my head to the soles of my feet I am vibrant
I am drenched in caramel my skin glows against the beam of sunlight
I needed you like I needed a cigarette. Like tar to my lungs, you poisoned my life. I was only 17 and thought, "This is what love is"...
It was more like drowning.
A voice is heard
but silenced
by society
crushed as a
rose as it loses its petals
so does the sound
But then there is a crack
like the one in a dam
going to explode
When the leaves turned golden and shone like no other time of the year, and the wind swirled with passion was when I was born. It was a cold morning my mother says.
He was ten with his face always stuck in a book
Tales of wizards overcoming abuse at home and having adventures with friends to help him escape his problems,
The story of my life can be relayed in lyrics
From pop punk to rap to Anna Nalick,
Eros, storge, philia, agape
Flowers compliment your looks.
Oh, I wish you could see yourself from my eyes.
Your beauty doesn't come from the definition found in books
but from what lies inside.
The world is a wolf, snatching innocence and feeding on the shortcomings of others.
A child with mindless ignorance enters the woods; a blank slate.
They look upon the faces of those around them, observing and repeating.
This world was built by a rash assumption,
One that disregards women’s basic rights.
It is promotion of mass consumption;
It is the spilt blood by too many fights.
There's a place where they can't stand our race
We're the only ones who are always getting chased
When we're in court they dont care about our case
They never understand why we can't look at them in their face
confusion and understanding
guiding with a blindfold on,
not ever knowing exactly what to teach in the exact order
I've followed in your footsteps for years now
learning one thing at a time
Thank you.
Dear Love, I thank you.
Without you, I would not be where I am today.
Without you, none of us would have found our place.
You are the Master of the Universe,
Kline is like a nickel
She always has a ferronickel strength
When I'm not strong
She is strong for me
I thank her for her empowerment
Kline is like a dime
She always has 10 words of wisdon to share
He is a flame in the daylight:
Seemingly innocent
To the naked eye,
But painful
To the touch.
Though he leaves
Second drop,
like heavy stones
and minutes dive
into depths so deep,
that hours sink,
like hefty mounds
so that days may plunge;
they may plunge straight down
and years may plummet
So much has happened
So much has changed
When you debuted
People laughed
Judged, and didn’t believe
What you could become
As years went by
You made history
You introduced me to love
But the broken pieces of my heart
Are because of you
The things you do to me
Are way past new
you see
When you are here with me,
Worries, woes fade away.
Like a sunrise, above the bay.
Always here when I need you.
Warm hugs and heart felt advices,
You never stop bettering my day,
Q-uality time that we have spent together A-chievemnet that you have conqueredD-irection that you have given meE-ndless conversations we have had about the futureE-mpathy that you have shown me when I was in need R-espect that I have for you and y
As time moved onward and I was alone
I had my father to guide me back home.
I was scared of what was to come
I was lost stuck on a shoe like a piece of gum
I was lost
But thanks to you
It wasn’t until I was ten
that I noticed frown lines stretching
from my mother’s hairy chin
to the corners of thin lips.
Hair a mass of frizz,
time is like sand
it slips right through your fingers.
you can hold on
and squeeze as tight as you can
but in the end
it slips right through your fingers
time is like sand
it slips right through your fingers.
you can hold on
and squeeze as tight as you can
but in the end
it slips right through your fingers
ALTER EGO
Cara Robert she was, called
They all accepted her
I did too
An amazing young lady
Vibrant
Full of life
And resourcefulness
Always ready to talk
And communicated with wise
She walks with her
fists curved into a ball
clinching on to the words unspoken
suffocated by scream she's been holding in her chest
like a little girl abandoned
My thoughts race of you like the speed of light, to uncover what is true, your height? enough so that I'm able to look up to you.
My thoughts race of you like the speed of light, to uncover what is true, your height? enough so that I'm able to look up to you.
You were never there for me, more absenteeism then a procrastinator working a 9 to 5 job you played me this whole time like some first shooter video game and I was the narrator.
Ever since I can remember,
poetry has been by my side.
It's as bright as an ember
and lights my way like a guide.
It has been with me each grade
of my academic life.
Each time an upgrade,
The world confines me,
It puts me in a darkness.
People abuse me,
They think I am heartless.
But my thoughts are open,
They are alive.
I can write them on paper,
And believe I will survive.
The world confines me,
It puts me in a darkness.
People abuse me,
They think I am heartless.
But my thoughts are open,
They are alive.
I can write them on paper,
And believe I will survive.
Poetry is a release
It allows you to put emotions into words
And being able to put them on paper gives you a sense of peace
It lets your thoughts take flight like birds
They can be uplifting when they're shared
Poetry is a release
It allows you to put emotions into words
And being able to put them on paper gives you a sense of peace
It lets your thoughts take flight like birds
They can be uplifting when they're shared
Poetry is a release
It allows you to put emotions into words
And being able to put them on paper gives you a sense of peace
It lets your thoughts take flight like birds
They can be uplifting when they're shared
We all search for a place to vent; to be free, with no condemnatory or disparaging eyes lurking in the shadows, no expectations.
Munyerenkana Germaine Namegabe
Has raised me to be independent
Has given me indescribable strength
Acquires my character to be unique
Foreign like my ancestors are
So do I have documents to work
In pain lies resurrection
As resurrection begets pain
This beautifully torturous cycle
Never fails to bring us together again
My tears summon you
SELF-WHY WONT YOU LISTEN TO ME...SELF-CANT YOU STOP WAIT AND SEE....WHO YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU ARE TO ACHIEVE...SELF-WHY KEEP DOUBT ON YOUR MIND....SELF-IF THEY DONT LIKE YOU, YOULL BE JUST FINE...
An everlasting tunnel
of many thoughts and dreams
roads slimming as funnels
shouted screams filled with schemes
Thoughts powered by infinity
oh what do I do
settled land filled with serenity
The first sign of spring is like this should be
new year’s, not the era of the dead, icebox hand
of winter clutching Mother Nature,
like the fingers of the pastel, cotton-candy dawn
This is what life really is
Not all fairy tales and roses
I'm putting down my walls,
So you can get a sense of some truth
So you can accept it
Reflecting on the days that I had it easy
How many hearts have to break?
How many steps do I gotta take?
How many breaths, oh lord forsake?
Until I come home to meet my maker?
You’ve watched me struggle and watched me drown.
I'm tired of planting seeds
I wanna see them fruiting trees
But would you get down on your knees
To make your ego small as a bumblebee?
I need you to pollinate these ideas for me
Let the words flow
Like the tides of the ocean
Sometimes it ebbs
Other times it flows
Still, a beautiful work
This is what poetry has taught me
Sometimes you're low
Other times you're high
An empty mind
of an artist
is hard to unwind
it's like taking the lights
from the blind.
Inspiration is scarce
yes, it is a bit rare
to find when an
artist's mind
is in a bind.
Often did I not ponder poetry,
oh how I loathed it.
How it made me think
as Tesla did current.
Different emotions soaring
like the sun rising on an early Sunday morning.
Poets!
A term for people who's minds are strong and full of knowledge and opinions and experiences.
Like fossils that tell a story by their location and their marks.
As a Stone:
Still as a stone in a field
Covered with lichen and moss,
Curdled by drivel and dross,
Seeming as dead and congealed;
Still as a stone in a field
There once was a violinA simple violinThe violin played beautifullyIt's strings strung tightlyIt's melody pureBut never as sure as the Grand PianoNo matter how tightly the strings drawn
Warrior or a poet? Same thing, right?!
lets say we go out what would you say okay would you just try to lie and play could that be yesterday or today okay so im not eminem or DR.DRAY , i mean more than the words i have spoken but it is the beat of my heart you just awoken.
lets say we go out what would you say okay would you just try to lie and play could that be yesterday or today okay so im not eminem or DR.DRAY , i mean more than the words i have spoken but it is the beat of my heart you just awoken.
A sea of green,
moving quietly,
hushed,
hidden by their surroundings,
so as not to be seen by the predators ahead.
Then whistling,
like when your father whistles.
Real quick,
Broken hearted once again
Because love is painful and pain is no joke
It's like your soul sets on fire and words are drenched and soaked
Knowledge is found in a dark cold well
Great soap opera in charming wings
Notes on costly chord smile heavenly
Mesmerising syrupy taste of lemonade
Musically seen in a ballad dance
Her way out of this world
I measured each spoonful of Mexican cheese
and sprinkled it, like a surgeon, over a bubbling omelette
Next was the avocado, sliced in smooth crescents
of green because that's the good kind of fat,
I could get lost in the beatuy of your eyes
Compare the, to the beatuy of nature
Crystal blue lakes, perciuos gems
I could say they remind me of home
Of feeling safe
Call your eyes bright as the stars
I used to say I didn’t like brown eyes.
They were too boring
or dirty
or lame.
I preferred green or blue --- anything
but dirt.
Your eyes intrigued me.
The color of your eyes,
- Please, please,
I am asking you,
don't call me a,
Nice guy, Great guy, Gentle Man, One of a kind, or the kindest person I have ever met.
Because you do not understand, how those word can effect my feelings.
Spread yourself wide.
Like a crater on erosion, I spread you even wider.
Mentally and spiritually I desire to be the Moses of the story.
She came in like a shooting star ,
Stayed for a while and went too far,
Every night in my tears,
Every day in my prayers,
loosing her was my biggest fear,
After all she was too dear!!..
Sounds
written by a victim of Misophonia
Sounds
Prevent me from eating dinner with my family.
Sounds
I was not an afterthought
Of Your Grace
You saw my Face
As You endured the painful affliction of sin
My sin on Your shoulders
Separating you from the Father
In that dreadful moment
Stuck like a little ring on a big middle finger
Like a piece of hubba bubba bubble gum on the bottom of a germ filled school desk
Subtract from these 20 years,Those that I swallowed without tasting-Anesthetize the clocks,Sprinkle Father Time with amnesia,Whisper the year 2011,I am 13 again-
Meeting eyes with you was like staring at a picture that has been hung in the living room my whole life.
You were so familiar, yet you never failed to catch my attention.
Don’t wanna wake up if I can’t feel pain
I’m not crazy I’m just creatively insane
I’m my own pilot I don’t need no plane
I hope everything is well and it’ll stays yours
I hope this fire doesn’t burn you oh Lord
I just want to go around the world
And with you by my side we can do a lot more
“The Woman Who”
The woman who fights a millions monsters with nothing but a broom
and never once has she given up a single battle
who has eyes that say “she is sad”
Dear Future Sadie,
I’m a big procrastinator
The world is filled with amazing sights to see and sounds to hear and people to meet,
Parents watch there childern grow-up and as they do they hold special moments in there hearts and minds. They watch them say there first word and take there first step.
Dear Apollo,
You are the God of so many things.
You may have already noticed this,
but I have too.
I noticed you are the God of sunlight,
Dear Life,
So far you tuaght me a lot of lessons
You told me stay calm and never start stressing
My childhood was the best days
Now I am growing up and I am learning things in different ways
Dear Emotional Convolution,
How am I supposed to live two lives in one lifespan?
It’s too much to ask of one man or woman.
Dear Claudia,
I ask you to close your eyes.
Leave the pans with the plates.
Let the fridge rattle in the background
and the coffee cool in our cups.
As we sit across from each other at this wooden table.
Dear Claudia,
I ask you to close your eyes.
Leave the pans with the plates.
Let the fridge rattle in the background
and the coffee cool in our cups.
As we sit across from each other at this wooden table.
Dearest Doubt,
I hope you are doing well.
I say that only because it is impolite to write a letter without proper introduction.
What I mean to say is this:
You have followed me my entire life,
Dear Failure:
You creep in when least expected,
leaving needles behind my eyes,
stinging my soul.
Dear you who is learning to understand,
It's not about you.
It never really was.
True, your words (like knives) cut deep into my heart,
ripping it apart when I needed it mended.
i search for the remnants of the place i rest my head
under a roof and four walls confine a queen sized bed
a flannel cocoon where your words linger like ghosts
stuck to the walls and lurking in my head
To the boy who said he can’t be with me
because I’m a virgin it was a sparkling
Friday night
and I was feeling vibrant full of
stars and confidence
We had always been friends but never
Dear Mom,
You were there at my first cry, as you held me close to your heart.
We had an unbreakable connection right from the start.
You were there when I crawled for the first time.
Dear Fear,
Why do you plague me like you do?
You always manage to hold me back.
Now it's time to get a new view and say goodbye to you,
I'm putting you away like a blouse on a rack.
Dear ______,
You were the tidal wave to my smoldering fire
The Dorothy to my Cowardly Lion
The Dementor to my Gryffindor
You were the thorn to my rose
The melody to my song
The strings to my harp
Dear Mental Health,
We talked about this.
You said that if I took my head meds,
You said that if I reached out,
You said that if I tried,
Dear Love,
People ask why it is that I am so afraid of you
They say you cause so much happiness
But what about the times you make people feel blue
The times you cause people scrappiness
To the girl from two years ago,
You do not need to be afraid,
For there are worse things to fear
Than the darkness that shows
In the middle of the day.
Dear Fear,
You are forever my companion
Following me as a shadow on my mind
Many times you grow, enveloping me in darkness
You cannot be beaten, but I can control you
My Skai,
Sometimes, I wish it would all just stop.
The lights, the sounds, and feelings.
I swore to myself that I would stop,
That I would finally be myself,
But, I guess that stopped with you.
Dear Ma,
The eleventh of March
Nineteen seventy-nine
Baby born at this time
Little foot with an arch;
Her dark green eyes glistened
As she looked at her mom
Pat held her in her palm
My First Love,
If I could have known that love was passing me by I would have chased it.
my pencils are dull.
not because they aren’t tended to,
not because they’re like the overused pencils
in a kindergarten class.
my pencils, they have no sharpener.
Dear Acne,
Because of you I can barely stand to look in the mirror
I see my facial landscape
Patchy red plains meet blackhead hills.
The Black (pt. 1)
I am not sure what I was expecting
Here;
We have this-
This potential
And those who chip away at it
With their gold encrusted pick axes
At the age of 3, her world was shattered.
Just why would a father leave so early?
Why would he quit already?
Well, maybe he had his reasons.
But just what could be enough to make him leave?
Dear Best Friend,My parents thought they could save meSave me from the agony of real lifeSave me from the ugly truth that is my storyBut they couldn't
You are the closest image of home I have ever encountered. I buried my secrets into your crumbling foundation. My truths filled the holes of your cracking backbone. You loved it; more so you needed it to survive.
Dear Earth,
Your beauty and bright colors mesmerize me.
Unfortunately, however, you’re beauty is wearing off every second, every minute, every day.
Your bright colors are fading away like the blue dye of rewashed jeans.
My skin isn't pretty.
Painted, ruined like graffiti.
Peel back the skin,
And all I find is more melanin.
It's dark and tainted.
they say we don't write letters
but I wrote 'em
just last year
christmas alone
the only thing I wanted was to speak
but he was
cities
towns
states
Dear Love of My Life,
In your arms I find comfort.
In your face there is rest.
In your eyes I glimpse a future,
One that endures the burden bestowed upon it by time.
Dear Oppressor,
I would like you to thank you.
Your mind may be orchestrating millions of ideas on why I would be saying thanks.
Why would she thank her oppressor? Is she crazy?
Dear younger me,
You grew up to be a young man
Spinning in my life to see where it lands
I just want to make you understand
we always say we will not fall in love
the Stigma that love is for children, it does not live in any of us.
falling in and out of love, a relationship could never sustain between us.
The eyes of the devil are staring at me, waiting for a mistake.
Like a predator, It glares madly to each of the steps I take.
“Don’t Worry”, said the salesman with the cheap suit and the cheaper grin, desperate to make his last pitch
Dear perfection,
You found me as an innocent child
I gazed in the hot pink mirror with daisies and sunflowers
My hair in tight pigtails that pulled at my scalp
My chubby cheeks that were always called cute
I lift the cool
Tin pitcher, its handle
Biting to my bones.
Thick cream pervades
Its body, concealing numbered
Scars with silk bandages.
I push its frigid
Bottom up and the warm
I am young, naïve.
Gleaming like diamonds
My hope shines out bright.
I am worldly, dark.
See-through like diamonds
Dear Mom and Dad, you're who I want to thank.
For being chill enough to deal with the music I crank.
The two of you are more awesome than fireworks at night.
And I just couldn't see myself succeed without you in my life.
Dear Heart,
It would seem as if I am stuck,
Somewhere in the middle of breathing
and drowning.
My eyes can see,
I love you,
That doesn't even begin to cover how much I care for you.
I love those mischievous hazel eyes that you flash with all
your devil's mind games.
Being Healthy is like a Vegetable,
you grow, your sweet and edible
But habing a Healthy Relationship is better
you have a good status and less terror.
Being Healthy is like a Vegetable
The world is a cruel mistress
One moment you could be plotting along
the next you are through the wringer and back
Fate is entirely random
So, my friends
Just keep going.
Reality can be tough
Hunger.
You never know it until it strikes.
I saw it in a man's eyes,
eating at him,
like the wolf devours its prey.
Hunger.
It's all too common
in a society that claims to be "developed".
My anxiety cripples me
I take it on as a first line of defense
My tongue’s as sharp as a knife,
I’ll cut you with my words until you bleed apologies
I’m the kind of anxious that gets too comfortable
I have doubts every timeYou know I doBut I can’t stop falling into the void that is youAnd even if I am absolutely sure that my poor heartWill break, each and every timeI would still choose you, again and again
Freedom they said,
born into fredom.
Free ideas that race like wild stallons,
skipping across an empty night,
waiting for them to fill it.
Through the trees ripen with sumptuous fruit,
Houston, Texas is the sex trafficking capital of the United States.
The average age of female victims that are first captured is 12-14 years old
Know your worth my beautiful sista
You don't need him to know your worth
Your soft skin and your plum lips with your brown eyes and thick thighs
Or small thighs with hazel eyes
Four eyes and skinny thighs
A warm running Fireplace had to stay
Love was needed and some hugs right away
It was fifty shades of grey just without the grey
Flames flickering tonight but not today
Belac, my Belac, my unknowing Belac. . .
Did you know that the first time I saw you I knew there was something?
The wiff of your hair gel stayed with me
Like smells that are meant to be remembered forever
To You,
Maybe I wasn't the best thing that happened to you.
But I did happen to you.
This was real.
I breathed and lived inside your heart, so don't you dare tell me
This wasn't real.
Your love for me was so powerful and everlasting,
It’s so strong that even though you’re not here anymore,
I still feel it lingering around in my soul,
Okay, first off does anybody know what color matches with forest green?
And why every street corner’s starting to look like a crime scene?
Why do they got us locked up in school all day,
Dear God
I am so afraid
I am so afraid of being wrong
Not saying 2+2=3
But of being so damn wrong in who I am
So damn wrong in my choices
He started out as nothing more than the new kid
From a far off town that no one knew the name
Rumors flew everywhere
Of him having fled from a dangerous past
You are my rock.
When I need you, you're always there.
You are like a blanket from my childhood.
When I need your comfort you are there to wrap around me.
You are like the ocean.
Everything seemed like it was okay,
Filling myself with empty promises,
but not knowing they were empty,
I went through life with no meaning,
coasting,
I needed an answer,
Good Morning was the usual call
The next was work and I struggled to see
What was left of me
I felt like I was in pain but with you
By my side, there were no thoughts
Like I wanted to fly free with you
Good Morning was the usual call
The next was work and I struggled to see
What was left of me
I felt like I was in pain but with you
By my side, there were no thoughts
Like I wanted to fly free with you
it's cliché to say that he feels like home, but his arms hold me up and shelter me like the literal roof over my head.
I know I make you mad girl
But you said you'll never leave my head swirled
So I know I have to put a ring up on it, because commitment ain't a game
The relationship we had was not solely built on love, but I needed it.
See, the tweets you posted were the first giveaway;
It showed your spirit and the things you believed in up until today.
Relationships are like paper,
The beauty is in the folds,
But if the paper is left to entropy,
The soul loses all shape and mold,
Because I Love you I crease with care,
As every memory pass,
Paper hearts and euphoric sighs.
"IT'S BECAUSE I LOVE YOU."
Skipping class and instantaneous lies.
"IT'S BECAUSE I LOVE YOU."
Maybe one day,
I'll hear the word love and think of someone else.
Maybe I'll forget about the lies that so gracefully brushed off your lips
when you said those words that were so innoccent to me.
But to you,
I've never known love
Truly, romantically,
Sometimes I feel that I would be satisfied if only there were
Somebody to care for me who doesn't have to.
Someone who chooses to,
Who understands all of my flaws,
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Letter 1 [From: Him To: Me]
Your touch ripples throughout my body,
like ringlets on the water of an icy lake.
In the same way that caramel drips off a silvery spoon,
it glides smoothly but hesitantly.
Since you've been gone I have changed
You say you moved on and that we're estranged
But deep down I know somewhere
Deep down I know you care
Even though you say you don't
I became better you thought I won't
Since you've been gone I have changed
You say you moved on and that we're estranged
But deep down I know somewhere
Deep down I know you care
Even though you say you don't
I became better you thought I won't
No one understands me in the times of the shadows
No one listens to me in a world that is full
You do, oh, it is percious when you do
You take care of me like a bear protects its cubs
It's being unaware of what our future holds;
It's the not knowing that I love.
It's the way he gently glides his hand across my skin,
seemingly touching my soul.
It's the way the light falls into the room,
Not romanitciszing but the rather friendly type of love.
This was no self dependent type of contraption.
I thought I'd be ok leaving you behind.
Because I love you I was in doubt.
To think it wasn't a drop of poison
To know it wouldn't ravenously consume
You followed me around like a dog that needs water
Becasue I Love you
You are free-willed
Because I Love you
We are inviolable
Because I Love you
It is inestimable
In life, many people will say that they love you.
Is this so?
In life, people have said to me “I love you” to get me to do something I don’t want to do.
How does one differentiate between pure love and the tainted?
To define a healthy relationship is to describe red to a blind man.
You can try as long as you wish, but it's up to him if he understands.
Perhaps he can tell you what red is to him, but how do you understand?
A heart is as big as you want it to be
Say it again?
A heart is as big as you let it grow like wool on a sheep.
Hearts are fragile and can't prepare theirselves.
Mostly, it's the brain doing the work.
I once dated a boy who told me I had a big nose
I mean he also said I was ugly, stupid, and fat
But my nose… that one was new
Two hundred fifty miles away
I miss you day by day
You make me smile, laugh and sing
In fact our love reminds me of spring
I wonder is this feeling is love at first sight I am on cloud nine, I'm high as a kite This feeling is so scary, I just want to run Run away from it, maybe because I never felt this way b
I do not love you quite like Poe or Neruda or a romantic poet loves -
a bigger-than-life love, a world-upending-passion love.
love is cared for the same way you do a tulip
you must be gentle and kind like the kiss of a butterfly
you must be patient and hardworking like the noble bumble bee
candy voices stained sweet with lust and desire
fill the room my head the world every night on the hour
like summer days too far gone
the smell of burning sugar
or the slippery feel of chiffon
Looking into blue eyes
Two guys, one love, nothing to hide
Starry nights, clear skies, stars aligned
Adventures to live for, hands held combined
When I’m not with you
My entire body aches
To see that sparkle in your eyes when you look at me
To feel the electric touch of your hand in mine.
With so much intensity
My mind races
Love is like a bunch of grapes,
Held together by a thin vine,
A vine built on respect,
A vine built on trust,
A vine built on a mutual bond,
A vine that can be easily broken.
Dear god, may I ask you a question? How could an angel of yours cause so much tension, a depression, confessions left and right, pursue a fight with no resolution then it just don't sit right.
When you feed me your love, I'm healthy,
When I don't get enough, then I'm unhealthy,
Take me to the supermarket & give me more love, please,
Hey, can you buy this odd-looking fruit,
Dipping my fingers into your affection,
It tastes like sweetened condensed milk -
The way you hold me when I'm trapped in the dark,
Your company such a welcome confection.
I lay my back against these doorsAnd crack my bones upon the decorsI wait and sigh and listen to encoreI wait and wait for the girl on the 44th floor I ride these elevators up and downI sift silently from town to townBut away from stairs so
The Sign.
They can blind
one's eye and tell a lie
covering the heart of Mai.
Relationships.
With the kiss of one's lip
and the truth be told,
this can create its hold.
Human beings,
With soft warm skin,
Galaxies beneath their eyelids,
Are meant to be handled with care.
The label,
‘Fragile’,
Not visible to the eye,
Goes unnoticed by many.
You, however,
My name is Noor.
When I was 5 years old, I asked my mother: What does my name mean?
Her answer was the same as God's answer when a 5 year old Lucifer asked Him "What does my name mean?"
As a teenager
Love is a mystery
It's the impossible holy grail
That is romanticized in every movie,book and show.
It seems as though nowadays
Breaking through the confines of my mind, back to reality,
It is apparent that I am still sitting in the back of this
I can't live without her!
From dusk to dawn she's always there
If death was brought upon her
My life will be forever in despair
She's my hero!
She's the strongest person I know
This town is filled with strays
Many die while others thrive
No one likes the survivors.
Angry, anxious, and violent
running away when they can
swiping when they can't.
The clock shall always be the enemy,
With his hands of weaponry,
Time stamped in history,
With actions of misery.
Tick tock goes the clock,
you cheated
in the game of love.
you played me like a fool.
you made me happy,
did she make you happier?
Free
Push her to the ground, watch her fall.See how strong you are?She cries from the pain and you just listen to her screams.Over and over again, In her mind, she dies.
Love is like a flower. It can grow or it can wilt. With the perfect love and care, it will blossom into a beautiful being that gives joy to the people who pass it.
Because I LOVE you
I will do anything for you
Make you feel loved and make you feel beautiful
I know it's hard to trust but I have an amazing soul
I will NEVER leave you out stuck in the rain or cold
I take a view of her beautiful eyes and there,
I watched her also attracted to my smile of pain
Yet she stands there staring at me while I long for her hug
Much comes across my mind,
Was she smiling back at me?
Looking around I wonder if what I see is truly there.
If the things you lead me to believe are true;
Listening half-heartedly to conversations I wonder if what I am hearing is just the sounds of the dead
Dead thoughts
"Love" is a word full of more than compassion,
More than okay's,
And an empty mansion.
It is more than the vow that we take,
Or the promises we break.
It is the words that we say,
Screams of terror and shots of death fill the dark and gloomy town. A terrible city where the desire of money, loyalty , and power are up and respect and peace are down.
When I was young
I never knew the meaning of love
It came one day at the tip of my tounge
He was just like a dove
Hair as gold as corn
Eyes as blue as a calm ocean
I felt reborn
Belle is beauty,
a beautiful hunter.
Sharp or knife
and straight of arrow,
asks her father for an innocent rose.
A stormy night leads off the beaten path,
to a castle, abandoned by time.
she droops like a melting candle,
eyes glazed,
joint smoked.
(in so much that the scent of the leaves is nothing like Fall,
Upon a bed
Of cotton sheets,
Of pillows full of
down,
A princess rested
Her heavy head,
Her golden hair
like a crown.
Perpetual sleep,
Frozen time,
As I lay in bed, and try to fall asleep
I stare at the ceiling, and count sheep
Those sheep turn to pigs
And those pigs have figs
Now why would a pig carry a fig
And dance a little jig
Little miss reddy
Momma told her get ready
Grab her basket in handy
So she could go see her granny
She was feeling so canny
A lot of food she had plenty
This crimson cloak I wear will hardly guard
Against the wolves and witches of this wood.
Such blazing color makes it slightly hard
To disappear beneath this flaming hood.
My brother, Hansel, tries to keep away
We find it lying on the beach:
A lump of scales and fingernails,
An inky trail up from the water
Slithering through the sand
Its eyes open and filmy
As if surprised by the sudden darkness,
Once upon a time,
a wandering prince traveled through a dark forest.
Branches creaked in the still night air
glowing eyes watched from the shadows
and in the distance,
a wolf howled
I am fragile,
Like a glass
Of wine.
One encounter
And you can tip
Me over.
Out spills my pain
And emotions
That could have
Helped you ease your pain,
But you can't put me
"peace be with you"
Those were Jesus last words for you
Think about this
Jesus died on the cross
Ndio me and you to make through
Easy is to love, enemies is to hate.
Envy the good souls, who still stand at the gate,
Of success.
Expression is to feelings, empty is to the heart.
Tale as old as time
Repeating again and again.
Begining in France
Then animated by a mouse.
A story about a girl like me.
It's just a small town,
One she moved to sometime ago.
I never call u my lover,
Coz you are my future husband
Who loves to care
Me more than my mother
Every morning the Prince calls me to polish his shoes
He wants them to shine like the eyes of his princess
The problem- he has searched endlessly for the perfect lover
To write about happiness
is unmarked territory and
I wonder what it's like over there.
I wonder what it's like
to be in love with being alive.
Is it like entertwining my hands
Last year today, I was a different person.
My hair was black,
My body was fat,
And I didn’t like to chat.
My life was a mess,
People say "A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle."
Who says a princess needs a prince to save her?
Just know you don't need a man
to get through life
Descend in a bed of white pale as snow,
A gleaming path sprinting far and low,
A borough buried bleakly as day turns to night.
My Prince
The look you gave me kind of scared me,
You smiled at me and grabbed my hand,
I didn’t know why you cared so much about who I was and what I did,
But you did and it made me trust you,
Classic fairytales are like garbage
They reek of rotten apples
Pungently infiltrating the nostrils
With open arms and fond embrace, like a flighty friend's return, we welcome fantasies.
But traitorous, these waking dreams lead to restless nights
Amidst these visions, we gain some release but lose all sight
Depression,
you're so strong,
you leave such a great impression.
PLEASE! Leave me alone!
Leave me alone so I can go back home.
42 million strong and yet I’m still the only one in a classroom
There sit Pantone 489, 7020, and 91-8, but nothing darker.
Nothing with less sugar and vanilla flavored sugar added to the mix.
America the DEAD
No feet stood before its coffin
No mourning was given
Nor a shed of a tear
Whose man has spoke of this soil being
G R E A T?
The Big Apple
By: Richard Le
Swishing and swaying trees,
Branches and leaves moving to the breeze,
People filling up the street,
In the dark
I feel the veil of lonliness creep up
Like an ever-distant shadow,
Just waiting for the sun to set.
In the dark
I feel afraid.
I am vulnerable to the feelings inside that
Who would've thought a world like ours could be so mean, demeaning lives for financial stability, who would've thought time could go so fast, eight years seemed to just fly past, it's a shame that making the world great again means depriving all t
America,
You don’t lose.
And yet you seem to have lost control over everything,
even the places inside your head
You swear it wasn’t your choice.
I don’t lose.
And yet I have lost control over everything,
even the places inside my head
I swear it wasn’t my choice.
I used to be so kind.
Information; information!My mind inflates from theConstant inhalationOf words
Black on white
A paternal guide’s absence made for an angered child
Depressed
and journeyed a rite of passage to rite
as means to digest unwonted stress manifested on paper
Waving flag; Burning flag
Freedom
Equality
Justice
For all
Let your voice be heard
Protest
Disobey
Why is it that people aren't like trees? When all of a trees leaves fall off it will be just a few months before they replenish. But at people when all of our leaves fall off we are dead. Let me ask you this...
I woke up watching the news
A young black dude only sixteen years old and just got his license too.
Speeding on the street so he got pulled over in a black hoodie,
What made it look worse:
From sea to shining sea We see glean of what could beWith colors to match that of skies at sunriseIf only we'd just believe Believe the urban city scapeCan match the amber waves of grainIn unity not impunityThus is our county's bane We see fear br
Spring, it smells like dew-stained lilacs fair,
Of gardens with bloodred roses blooming there.
Spring, it sounds like songbirds chirping with glee,
And the plip-plop of raindrops sounds musical to me.
what we have
is a cautious love
as though one misstep could make me fall
but i've already fallen for you
you take my hand
and my breath catches
like a snag on a sweater
You’re a diamond of a different kind
You choose not to sparkle but outshine
With crazy faces and sleek lines
My dear, you’re a diamond of a different kind!
You won’t make it to the Queen’s ring
Trap into a lion's den
Caught the eye of the grin
Made me push until I sin
Gave me madness
So I spent
Time is not on your side
Just bent
Come to see
The many curses
Within season
Tick Tock. Tick Tock
As my life revolves around the same clock
With the hour hand spinning at the speed of light
It was clear these 24 hours have been a fight
Writhing snake flames
whip themselves into and out of existence
Last year’s closet doors are burning
Smoky, with the sickening scent of
memories
of times
when tightropes stretched between days
I don’t want to think.
No one does, really.
Nobody wants to think
about all the evil in the world,
because then we would
2016 was like a rollercoaster
In the beginning it was easy
You know straight forward no bumps in the road
Then I got a job, and it went downhill
My money wasn't actually my money
Nothing is as magical as a good book,
Nor as deep as the ocean,
Or as sharp as a knife.
Nothing is as strong as a bear,
Nor as silent as a mouse,
As my time ages like an hourglass.
I see myself looking back to the horizon.
Winding back like a clock.
Trying to climb up to the mount top.
What am I thankful for?
I am thankful I am not in the streets but surrounded by people that love me,
not in a gang or or selling dope but always around kindness and hope.
What from my senior year of high school will still hover in my mind above the useless things I tend to cling to.
Two-thousand and sixteen
Crowned one of the worst years in many peoples’ eyes
For many it was a year of distress, chaos, uncertainty
For me it was a year of self-discovery, growth, and learning
January
Jumping into the year with exectations so high
Played football but got out because my school work was too severe
Tried out for the basketball team didn't make it
In the beginning
I always considered myself to be like Sherlock Holmes
Logical, a little impractical, stubborn, and
Alone.
Not by anything other than choice of course.
But alone nonetheless
Mankind, is not immortalized.
We shout for freedom
Cry for injustice
Chant for our fallen soldiers.
changes
friendships grow like dandelions through weed killer
belonging
a feeling never experienced before, now as normal as the sky is blue
black skies
late nights, struggling to pass the test
pain
I'm frightened of my destructive vision
people will scream and shout, ruinning my
self esteem
the expression from this pen is my
addiction
the only way to create without it going
down stream
The sun
Life began like a sun shimming in the daylight
Until the truth blinded the boy
He is different
This he did not know
You move through the days and nights in actionOnly to live in instant reactionsUrgent burst of emotions only cloud your perception
intrusive
invasive
unwanted
these thoughts that won't let me be free
They say I'm hopeless
They at I'm hated
It seems like nothing can make them stop
They say I'm a failure
I love the way you kiss me on every part of my face.
I love the way you blush when I pull you into an embrace.
I love the way you giggle when I kiss your cute nose.
I love your admiration when I make a strong pose.
365 days that changed my life forever
It was challenging, heart-breaking, and tough
I wish I could reverse time, no doubt, whatsoever
Life had never been so rough
So many beautiful lives were lost
My art’s wack, but no discrimination;
Destroy the use of alliteration-
I’d take the use of rhythm & rhyme
over drawing and shading anytime;
Shout for joy to the Lord, and worship gladly;Come before Him with joyful songs, asserted grandly;We belong to Him, He made us, pasture of the majesty;Enter his gates with thanksgiving, fervent and radically.
Dear friend,
Don't be like a smile
which disappears by a tear
Don't be like my strength
which could not resist fear
Don't be like my priority
which changes every year
Her eyes are as blue as sapphires
When she gets shy her cheeks turn ruby red
Her voice sounds like one of a choir
I believe this is nicely said
Diamonds represent her beauty
Topaz shows that she has smarts
As fast as a cheetah,
As slick as a fox,
As smart as a brain,
As sweet as cake,
As kind as a butterfly,
As good as MYSELF!
My best friend killed himself.
His picture, hangs on my shelf.
A year and a half later,
Still no answer can be found by a calculator.
We were aware of his depression,
As our eyes connect our feelings seem to erupt
There is no void, no envy, nothing corrupt.
It's unexplainable
but where these feelings can take us is attainable.
My heart races like athletes at the Olympics
I am an environmentalistI am an activistI am a realist I am an elitist And I AM an Atheist But I am NOT a damn cynic!! I believe that with our own hands we are destroying the organisms that roam this planetWith NO acknowledgement of the fact thes
All were hunched in fear as we looked and saw
Our eyes glued to the pixels counting down
The end. My father’s face began to sink,
Having been accepted into a college-prep high school,
The exhilaration spread through my body like sparks.
Enrolled as a dual student in a community college,
We live to discover
To bond and grow like brothers
To share each thing from one to another
To love each other like a child and his mother
Repeat this daily
Losing a friend is a hard thing to go through ,
It's like losing a part of your heart.
Eventhough you feel as though you feel as though as you did nothing wrong
It still hurts to them walk away.
My life was a whirlwind of suffering, but only within my mind.
My day to day hardships don't always happen in real time.
My life was dark, dead, and dreary.
Again
Try to death experience
Although
You dead in a thousand of your poems
And each poem
Your soul is bleed
Winters Own Godsend.
Oh. Snowdrop, Perfect, Fragile, Pure;
Why Do You Bless this Season,
Which is Harsh Cold and Raw.
I lay down at nighttide
Yet unsure If I’ll awake
I open up my eyes wide
Ready and willing to greet the day
My motive you might ask?
To improve, step back, and see
Go through trial and error
It’s like drowning
But everyone around you can breathe.
It’s like a thick darkness that engulfs you to where you only have inches,
It comes with the night.
The sun is buried behind the hills
When I am down in spirit,
when I just want to give up,
like swimming upstream.
When raging rapids drown my hope.
I turn to my best friend,
see him smiling like a dope.
A silent shadow, trying to speak.
Day after day she was patient, trying to make her point.
Too scared to say her thoughts,
Too smart to ask out loud.
500 dollars
500 dollars
oh yes 500 dollars
I need it pleases
like a strippers in jean
like postive and negative
like flirting with a girl, repetative
like dreams of success
My anxiety release is witnessing the night transforming into day.
Indulging in this natural reoccurrence is like watching my fears lift with the sun.
We sit around the table
While the fire dances in the air
Silence filled the room like a swimming pool filled with water
Eyes connecting
Hands grip tightly on one another waiting for something to be spoken
Bleak, room, sleep, bloom
Glory days, blurry face
A little flower blooms in her heart
It looks like a precious master art
She yells to the world
Nature gives back only a pouring rain
My genius shocks me, as sweet as victory is, I was so shocked!
Felt down by myself, sank in a ditch, a shallow pit, none other than myself
Now I understand, how I was wrong
I didn’t make mistake, but prevent it I can
What makes me smile?
Is it being popular?
Having the best car?
Or Having the latest technology?
Many would say it depends
But what makes me really smile is...
When the leaves turn a different color
That smile he gave me with those tight eyes reflected on my face as I smiled back I was his spawn a spitting image
The hugs he used to give me bring me back to childhood.
Since when has speech become akin to sex?
All accountability falls out, lifeless, writhing
On the floor in a snake’s pattern.
Walking through the overgrown grass
watching the winged dust motes
float away
I pick up the walnuts
Some lay clean, dry,
Moving will be the wearisome and additionally incredibly dull task that is a good trouble with regard to the person who really ought to shift with one other spot.
The sign says, "No diving,"
but some rules were made to be broken,
so she jumps,
breaks the water with her hands,
reaches for something shiny at the bottom of the pool
The mind of a human…
Split in half
With creativity and logicIt interests me, so I zoom in,
I don’t understand why it matters.
Placing people in selective boxes,
Boxes labeled by what they look like,
In our youth we are weeds
Growing, unwanted
In pots made for ourselves
From the collarbones of giants.
Tenacious, stubborn
Stronger than flowers
Who grow when invited
And die when told.
Lips red as a rose,
Words dripping with honey,
Pulling me in when everyone warns me to stay away.
Beautiful as a God,
Giving a tght embrace that draws mw in,
I wake up with anger and despair
But when i do my mind starts racing
Awoken from my trance i am free
Ready for another day to change my life
I fight this battle we call life
The darkness surrounds me
You make me smile when I don't have friends
You are there when it's raining on the way to school on that yellow bus practically almost slipped when I was focused on picking at your variety
Poetry is like a goddess of words
that brings us mere mortals to our knees.
Poetry is a beautiful art
that people can use to
escape the troubles
of life
Poetry is like standing on
Towards the words
in the woods
on the bike trail
I enjoy riding
the wind in my hair as
I petal as fast as I can.
It's like a bird flying
it is meant to be.
Poetic justice, poetic justice
Not racial justice, Poetic justice
Speaking of racial, the case is crucial
Black people no longer getting ordered
But now being murdered
"A wise man once said, " and when your fourth love leaves you, you will want to kill yourself. But you won't. Because you will no longer see suicide as a house you will build someday."
You see, unto you, I've see an array of colors.
My head sinks unto my knees,
Filled with too many thoughts, with apples and oranges and bananas,
All unsorted and heavy with no place to sneeze.
But those thoughts stampede down my arm to the tips of my fingers,
My thoughts hold the key;
I've been trapped in a headlock.
I'm yearning to be free,
it's been hard like some bedrock.
Deep-sea, getting caried away
as far as I can see: dark and blue
Given with much love by my Math & Science 5th Grade Teacher
This musical water globe with pink mythical butterfly creatures
Water flowing with millions of tiny glittery pieces
It started with a pen of great power
Through which I sought to hold forever
It ended when I lost that tool
And thought I now was without rule
What I couldn't have
What I didn't think I could achieve
you are as bright as the sun,
a shining beacon meant to bring joy.
you are as beautiful as the moon,
your cracks and crevices the perfect imperfections.
you are as great as the ocean,
Chloe don't cry,
your tears are like diamonds,
too valuable to waste.
Chloe don't cry,
your face is like sunshine,
too beautiful to hide with clouds,
your eyes creating rain.
Chloe don't cry,
I just want to get something off my chest,
all the qualities that make me stress,
like why my mom is so depressed,
and studying for the ACT test,
hoping I can beat the best.
I'm only 17,
I am plastic,
Your child’s best friend,
I am small and held in their hand,
I am tall and pretty,
And every girl wants to be me,
I hold her hand as her world liquifies through her eyes,
I listen as she narrates the lies,
Recreates their lows and highs. How time flies,
Only yesterday he said, "Surprise"
Proposing to her, that was so wise.
Falling hard from reality, seeing the unexpected
A dark, scary scene that no soul should witness
Seeing a broken family become connected
Yet the loved one is listless
Too late, life's favorite words
As a seed sewn in the ground
I was raised by word and sound
Music calmed my frantic woe
While Poetry pushed my stem to grow
A sapling green, yet easy to sway
A Harvester came to make me stay
The earth is shaking
Her legs are quaking
There is no mistaking
The end is near.
Cuz Life not safe
It's not perfect for a queer
The world is drinking from Jasmines ocean -Her essence is like a beer
The earth is shaking
Her legs are quaking
There is no mistaking
The end is near.
Cuz Life not safe
It's not perfect for a queer
The world is drinking from Jasmines ocean -Her essence is like a beer
Words tantalize me
Aphrodesiac
Words mutilate me
Aphordesiac
Knick knack patty wack
My bad
What is a word that causes jubliance?
I don’t know but
Born into a world where..we are challenged by adversity,
Born into a world where..challenge is viewed as a curse to be..
Broken..by the talents that are spoken.. into our bodies like the Words of God in the Bible
He is but a Rose, the undefinable beauty, an incomprehensible nature
She grasps him like a child, but she bleeds.
She wants to admire the beauty, his features as intricate as petals
Love, a thing of beauty
Love, a relationship as sweet as chocolate
Love, something I have waited far too long to see
Love, I embrace you as you walk your way too me
Love, now that we have met, I accept your offer
A crazy kind of feeling
the young girls call fun
adrenaline like heartbeats at the sight of it
my mama call it danger
Sometimes I sit down and contemplate//
About my life and how I’m destined to fail//
And the route I’m destined to take is pale//
Raised by a single mother all I had back then was her faith/
Everybody wants to eat in this economy||
The one's at the top want to shine alone like some white supremacist astronomy||
Unconsciously controlling our sub conscious, telling it "Niggers Follow Me!"||
The name Ilanah means a tree... tree
Nothing bold like 'judge of God' or to be watchful and observant or pretty like 'princess, beauty or precious gem'
My name is seemingly simple
tap. tap. tap. tap.
pen against paper.
thoughts against head.
the question swirls around
and around and around
like a beginning
with no be.
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I hear the screams
I hear the cries
But when I try to stop them
The voices reply,
"Darling dear….”
“You've been talking back!"
As I sat there, in the desolation and iciness of my room,
I couldn’t shake the thought of you from my helpless mind,
and the sweet taste of your lips forever clinging to mine,
How can something be so refreshing,
Yet so draining?
An escape,
Yet a prison?
Monsters under the bed.
Monsters in my head.
Some might say the color brown is boring,
bland,
too close to black,
but if you knew, you would understand;
because it’s the color of his eyes.
They’re not just ‘brown’.
I look, I see, I tolerate thee.
For I cannot agree with your thinking,
I can agree that we're all human beings.
Nothing can change that and nothing will.
We are not to turn a blind eye to to those in danger,
The music flies through my earslike birds flying through the wind.Swift, fast and gracefulMore alluring than the sweet sound of darkness that threatens to overtake me
Find your own voice they say!
But I am in a desert and my throat is parched,
Searching for an oasis of clarity.
They try to help me!
Noise, noise, all of the noise
Yelling, screaming, yelling, screaming
It gets louder as it enters my head
Headaches, not only headaches,
Bruises, cuts, and scrapes too,
You,
You are like the fireflies in the summer,
Always lighting up when I’m not around.
Taunting me with your height and the way you reach for the sky.
Me,
I am like a blade of grass.
Life gave me the motions but without the vibrations
Melancholy attacked and my soul was in constant isolation
Life was a chess board and my king was checkmated
You stay silent and tell no one assuming they never related
I hear you
I hear you in
the pouring rain...
Words
Words that cannot escape my brain.
The unexplained
Numerous one of us are unconscious of a portion of the lifelines. Particularly when a crisis comes, we surrender as we run shy of thoughts. One such circumstance is the money crunch circumstance.
When all was lost and friends strode by
Refusing to look me in the eye,
I found a companion, a lifelong friend
In something as simple as paper and pen.
They bullied me and made me sad
I am going to be honest,
I hate you.
I hate the way you talked to me.
And because I hate you, I hate me.
I hate the way we used to be.
When we saw one another, we fought almost instantly.
Everyday I walk through these aching halls,
Waiting for someone to help,
But they all mock me,
They make me feel worthless,
They put me in agony,
They betray me,
They use me,
They abuse me,
Her pen flows across the paper
like the river that flows though her little town.
She found herself at that river,
every time the thunderstorms began again.
Letting herself float down the river,
My depression is like
I’m swimming through a deep darkness
Thick and black like oil
My airways are blocked
Panicking desperately to reach the surface
But an anchor chained to my left foot
Febuary 2, 2015
Math. It sucks but so does my life. Nothing to do, no one to know until...he was at the corner of my eye as I turned, one that I never noticed in the room.
We are one
Me and poetry are one
Like my heart beating in my chest,
Catching every BA-bum-BA-bum
We are one
Like my lungs catching every breath
She is a queen
Her face like wind through winter
She asked questions
And gave answers
In a clear voice
Then knelt before the Gray Wolf
Heir to the temple
Before hailing the ancestors
Ooo girl,
you are like a pear . . . within a pear.
Woah.
So thick.
Juicy.
Voluptuous but not too big,
kinda like a poem:
Perfect.
That's you, girl.
Sit and think.
Thoughts flow like a needle through tapestry.
A tapestry tinged with yellow thread
Yellow, like my contentment.
Hard work, you can get anywhere if you have it
It is something you have to admit
And if you commit
Surely you will be happy
And I can bet
Interminable seas flow further than one could see
An interruption and the boat begins to sink, there goes the glee
My muscles ache from the long swim to sand
I cling to the photo album with my cold, bare hand
My Little Sister
I can't live without her
her warm hugs
and collection of ladybugs
My Little Sister
always reading books
only pausing to give me silly looks
My Little Sister
Take Me Away
To somewhere new and familiar
A place without judgment or fear
A place to express the self
Take Me Away
Where I can dance to the beat
Let the notes flow through
Click, like an automatic switch
Thoughts slowly creeping its way out,
From the crevices of the brain.
The day has just begun.
You need to get ready for: school, work, the day
Glances at mirror
You're so pretty!
Your face is beat!
Oh my God! You're hilarious!
I love compliments. Conceited much?
No. I'm quite Precarious.
Wearing you takes me to a different place,
Where the noises around me are no longer audible.
I carry you everywhere just in case,
Friendship tastes like a chocolate on Halloween,
A nice, delicious treat.
Friendship tastes like a randomly picked grape,
Maybe sour or maybe sweet.
Friendship tastes like water after a workout,
One day I will know it,
the next not,
but it is eternal.
Days I will fall,
but when it caresses my tresses
that fall along scars and scabs
hidden from the world,
I rise.
6 years ago I set my fate,
When I looked into your eyes all I saw was ice,
And with my firey personality I was determined to break down your walls,
Not knowing you'd put them back up but with me on the inside.
What can't I live without?
Well this may be hard, without a doubt
A person, an object, or even an idea you say?
So a friend, a stuffed animal, or even the thought of being on broadway?
I want to shine like a star
Go far, to be close to one's old self is too closed
Minded, I have a hope, been on the down slopes
Now I'm on a roll, I'm sure I have a path
God of mercy,
sweet love of mine, your love is like a radiant diamond.
Such love I cannot contain, like a blazing wild fire.
On the cross you shed your blood
for a sinner like me.
I cannot live without you.
There's a hole in my soul and a hole in my sole
It hurts when I dream and it stings when I walk
There's a mountain staring down at me
A silent letter
(doubled, sixth to the end)
A book I love,
a book I need,
for what to carry on a deserted island
than a book with seeds.
The drawings that grow
of the dangers I see,
my journal I keep them in
She is bent impossibly,
her wits have no end.
But there's no muck in her teeth
or alcohol in her breath.
There's a glint in her eye,
questions drip
off the tip
of a sharp, tongue.
Strength.
The word so demanding, so
strong.
If only I have the courage to be strong
to be fearless
to be..
me.
Its not until we are alone that we experience reality
If I was to put into words
The most necessary thing in my life
I would be doing her an INJUSTICE
She is more than just a thing
She is more than a common annoyance
I still think about you.And it's been years. So long ago that the only actual memories I have of us are before age five.
Ive been thinking bout you a lot lately..Maybe a little too much..Breath stinking roaches on my tooth brush..Wishin i was on the road cooking like a food truck.no wishes grantedhate waking up now cus school sucks.. Eyes tearing up.Wish i had some
Water pouring from the sky
Evading our dry space
Wearing down our homes and businesses
Erasing entire landscapes
Your scent is my drug.
When I inhale I am brought back to an unreal reality.
The way you touch, feel, and sound
Comes to me like a car accident on the freeway.
Fast, hard, and uncontrollable.
Oh lift your heads sparrows
And sing the a song
Let it be marry
With a chorus of birds
Oh let the notes ring out,
echo loud like a gong
And do not quit singing
Til' everyone has heard
It's a necessity to my life, without it nothing would be right.
It brightens up my day, and gets me through the night.
Grasping on my hopes and dreams, bringing them to life.
I sit down and get ready.
I play one note, then a second, then a third,
and then I'm playing the entire song.
My fingers glide across the keys
of my black and white life.
If I should shed
All of these
Unnecessary superfluities
Let them fall
Like plumage
Or foliage
Or broken links from mail armor
If I should slough them off
As a viper rips through
At sixteen I knew
and at seventeen I fell.
You and I
will howl to the moon
for every night to come.
Pups will weave
Blue skies, minds connect, pulling me with you
Love is a beautiful thing, that’s true,
Like plague filled land - ruin stalks what you do;
Filling my heart with emotions of doom.
Now, it may seem a little strange-
You’d expect one person, place, or thing.
Yet, all I need are words to fill the empty space.
Words have power, much more than you or me;
Sometimes, I just feel alone.
Not lonely, I have plenty of family and friends.
I just feel an absence.
I have this strange sense of seclusion,
Like an isolated prisoner.
Other times, I feel withdrawn,
Love is purple.
It smells like fresh flowers.
It tastes like chocolate melting in your mouth.
It sounds like a heart pounding.
It feels like the warmth from a fire.
It looks like a goodbye hug in an airport.
I can hear the clock ticking.
My ears are bleeding.
I hear your voice in my head.
I am choking on my spit and you're snickering.
I wish I could hate you.
You revel in the blood pouring from my veins.
sometimes i think i can be a poet.i idealize the way a writers words flow and connect with each other,the way their meanings dance with my soul, like wind through hair.
All my heart,
With the blood it pumps.
All the air,
That fills my lungs.
They could take it all,
Hivi Kipi Kati Ya Hivi Chenye Mamlaka?? Na Ni Kipi Chenye Nguvu??? JE NI NCHI MOJA MOJA KAMA BURUNDI AU NI OAU a.k.a AU??????????????? Kipi Kina Thamani Zaidi Ya Hivi????
Deep in sorrow she pulled me up from the ground were the tears started to wallow. She inspired me to be my best at what I choose to do. She's an old spirt but a young soul. She's kind, caring, loving, and most of all crazy in every way.
The automatic sliding doors give a loud smack,
Like the sound of a glass jar splintering as it meets hardwood,
And Marina jumps,
Clutching her handbag to her restarting heart.
As she stares down at the worn floor,
She rewards us with a sunny beach day,
We repay her by hunting her offspring.
Sooner or later her love will decay,
She'll reject our pitiful offerings.
We call her our mother she gave us birth,
O America
How sweet you are....
How kind and gently you are
To represent freedom and equality
How just you are
O how much mercy
To only have built your self from slaves and hypocrisy
How just you are
Everything I’ve done must be a joke to you. It has to be. That can be the only reason why you don’t trust in me. You always gloat about how you have helped me and just want the best for me. For once try being honest.
February 5, 1999
My name is Amadou Diallo.
I had just returned home after getting something to eat.
Four men in plain clothes slowly drove past me.
Parking their car they began to close in.
home is built
upon wood
and cracked
hearts with
doors slamming
like gunshots
and the dining room
tables has been split
home is a funeral
in my chest
I tried to hold on sorry I let go, lost my grip hand slipped then I lost all control
Anger embarrassed me and it got the best of me
You were right,
In the world's eye
Sitting at the height
until you die.
See livin' breathin' ain't that simple,
Nothing like a clanging symbol.
You got to make a choice,
The Dance of Death
Death can be the burning day,
Death can be the chilling night,
Oh Love,
How pure and true you are, so delicate and unwaivering.
As dainty as a rose bud climbing from the embrace of the wet spring dirt.
Like the purest of spring water, we taste you and in that moment,
I close my eyes to see a pain that's rooted in my psyche
a pain that's like a vine choking out a tree.
Why, I ask, won't this pain leave me.
Why, I scream, did he do this to me.
Seeing you is a bitter-sweet feeling.
Bitter is the taste of your carelessness, of your lack of regard for me, your dear friend.
Sweet is the taste of your words, your glances, your secrets.
I have been hiding it for a while,
Battling, fighting to win a raging war.
I try to hide it with a smile,
This predicament I did not predict before.
You do not know what I have been through.
One in three adolescents are victims of cyber bullying. Now I don’t mean to belittle, but i’ve never understand cyber bullying because your eyes are your choice and you can turn away.
I clench my fists,
Close my eyes,
Scrunch my nose,
Before I faint
And become impervious
To the noisy background at hand.
Sick.
I’m sick;
Sick of all the limitations
I was blind and now I see,
The best things in life are usually free.
A solution, an advice, not to be your client,
Love and honesty defiantly move in silence.
A needle in a hay stack, a problem with no end,
Are you trampled like a rose
dying so slowly inside
feeeling the chills crawl up your spine
carrying the weight of pressure on your shoulders
bringing you down so much you lose it
How good is it to be known.
Only those who are, feel among.
To be important is like to be, on top.
A shining star.
As most would say, being popular.
But what is it really,
Isn't just for recognition?
MJ got out again tonight.
My dad and brother take off in one direction on the long boards;
I walk in the other
And you find yourself in the most peculiar situations.
I saw you with your new girlfriend a few nights ago.
Your hair was slicked back. You were wearing that tux I picked out for you, the navy one.
You seemed to be having a great time.
What to write about
love, hate , and all things great
What to write about
movies, music, sports
What to write about
cars, buses, planes,and trains
What to write about
The naive daughter of two people who could never decide if they loved each other.
A broken marriage.
Calling the wrong faces “friends” and the wrong feelings “love”.
A small sigh escapes my lips.
A wisp of steam curling upwards from my hot drink
I am alone.
Do you know what it feels like?
To be abandoned.
I do.My mother didn’t want me.
Now, I’m around all these people
Who don’t get me.
I feel so
Alone.
I don't see the world the way that you do.
I see colors and shapes
I see people and places
Where others may only see a brick wall
Or a fall.
I look in the mirror and the shapes spiral out
To know that i miss you so damm mcuh when you leave.
To know that i need you ike the air that i breathe.
To know hat i want you a passion so blind.
To know that i love you with no doubt in my mind.
I cry so many tears
like silent waterfalls trickling over hard rocks in ponds.
I stop,recover
Then go into a deep sleep trying to forget.
They always tell you what you cannot and cannot be,
I never focused on them,
I focused on me.
Yes, maybe I like to read my books instead of party,
I am uncertain,
What should I write?
My mind, a swirl of thoughts,
Each with its own story,
Yet I can not choose!
My time is running out,
My poem will soon be due,
A piece of clay on the molding board
Constructed by the hands of an artist and teacher
Purpled by inky fingers
I spin in a whirlwind as the wheel rotates
I am like a Tree in the Forest,
Like a quiet, swaying tree
That starts as a small seed,
But grows so slowly, no one notices.
It stands tall and firm
Against winds and rain,
And grows,
Very rarely do we hear about America's First People and our plight: the Native American, American Indian, the Indian, the redskin, the descendants from the Trail of Tears. We've been called by many names. But not much is remembered or said in hi
Rhythm;
A regulated beat or pattern of sound.
But that is not how I roll,
that is not who I am.
I am wild, irregular even,
and nobody can stop that.
My beat drowns out everyone elses,
What is life, is it as big and mighty as the Metropolois,
Or is it as miniscule as the ant we tend to trample upon and underestimate
What is life, is it as beautiful as a daisy in the summer breeze,
Your beauty was overwhelming and your smile seductive.
The words you used were endearing but destructive.
My days with you were fantasies, and now my days alone are torture.
I just wanna say something to ALL women .. You're beautiful & don't let anyone say different .. You're more fine than a ticket .. Thicker than a snicker.. You walk pass & they all shut it down like crickets..
I just wanna say something to ALL women You're beautiful & don't let anyone say different You're more fine than a ticket Thicker than a snickerYou walk pass & they all shut it down like crickets
This poem is as boring as math class
But I really don’t care,
This poem is as long as a river,
And you may think it’s not fair.
This poem is as tiring as a workout,
But you really shouldn’t pout.
My vison is not clear.
I think about this a lot. Is it fear?
Prehaps im over thinking this to much.
Faith please give a postive luck touch.
My vison is not clear.
How can I be sure?
He says he loves me,
but does he truly mean it?
How do I know?
What is love anyway?
Is love the way he holds my hand,
or how he says my name?
Why does high school change people?
You have kids that are mean to you when you're younger, and you have your friends.
Then those friends turn into the mean ones.
My parents don't always let me out, I don't know why.
I am from the city of trees
I am from family get togethers
with evening barbeques roasting lamb kabobs.
I am from spending the summer at Grandparents,
gaining 10lb eating grandmas delectable cookies.
In and out like a perfect breeze I seem to be
Remember my touch forever on your soul
The effects of my presence makes one intoxicated in Hennesy
Which leaves one wearing a smile worth Earth's precious gold
Through my window
I stare at the night,
Watching the blurry
Figures pass on by,
Illuminated by
Lighning bugs buzzing
On the tips of their poles.
People pass on their
Kept me locked up like a wild animal
where my only friends were
the scars on my hips
and the voices in my head.
Telling me all my wrongs
as if I couldn't already see
all the sins that lie within me.
I am a listener,
Awakening to the sounds of the day,
Swaying to the whispering rhythms that no one else can hear,
And feeling cool, like in awesome, with goosebumps on my arms.
Warning: This poem contains explicit words.
Fact 1: I have spent £5.87 on self help books
Fact 2: I have read 60p worth of these books
Flip the page
To come across a spell
Like a mage
But spotted about a word of myself dwell
I defined as spiffy
Being strike as average
But on the inside as iffy
I can be a bandage
Words, so many words but
They can never express
fully the feelings
that swell inside
threatening to spill out onto
the sidewalk
who's cement tries to be
strong but
For me there is no other option,
But up.
Up faster, farther, further.
Gripping each branch I propel myself
Higher above gravity.
Determined to feel the breeze,
I climb,
I often dream about my future and I am afraid to see what it will offer, but then I realize that it is all up to me. I decide whether to follow my dreams and hopes or to let them all go and become something I don’t want.
Precipitation descending to the soil.
I’m loyal to the Most Royal.
Though I fault, my soul’s seasoned with salt,
Plus, pepper to deliver letters of encouragement
Deer’s Eyes
I sat there on a cool fall day,
So much time had passed away.
As the sun began to drop for the night,
I saw a glimmer of a beautiful sight.
I have been to so much in my life when i start high school my mother went to the doctor cause she was having a bad headache she couldnt take it no more but when we get to the hospital the do some test for her .
I love you like a drunkLoves a drinkLike my skinLoves the kiss of a bladeLike my dogLoves table scrapsLike youLove herI love you desperatelyWholelyEndlessly, passionately
I'm like a pebble
I've never been anything more than something as common as that
However,
it's that very average,
common pebble
that the not-so-average
shoe kicks around.
I am who I am
A young girl with old ways, deep inside her
Beng the only child, the first grandchild, the first niece
love is like a rose when your cut it bleeds like love could feel that pain.
"STOP!!!",
The word the soiety says,
People are born to be different they say.
But when you are, they push you away.
Our life is ephemeral so why live not day by day,
2 a.m.
caught up in my feelings
got your image running through my head
flipping through the scenery
lost or lonely
I don't know
can you tell me what I'm feeling
You can be the prince
And i could be the princess
Cause i must confess
You are looking so fresh
What you know about love?
I know youve been hurt by someone else
Your not easy to love like anyone above
Everyone is unique in their own way,
But I; dear Reader, strive for it.
The Past shapes us and develops us,
Like a teacher does to a student.
If we grow up in a broken home,
We grow old in a solid haven.
I met a boy
on the outskirts of campus,
playing a game of frisbee.
his eyes shined like oceans
shimmering in the very depths
of the beauty in
the place mermaids call home.
Dear whoever it may concern,
I truely believe I am in love with you,
the way your eyes light up when you smile,
like the sunset has decided to visit me
every single day.
You say that I'm insane,
My soul
Is like a polaroid:
Something beautiful waiting to happen,
But turned dark
When exposed to the world
The rich are the popular
The popular are the elite
The elite are the privileged
They have no passion to succeed
To be in the aristocracy
I wanted for myself before
Cold piece of steel on hip, full clip
Got the gloc in grip, ready to spit
bit down on my lip to see if it was real, but I couldn't feel it
I have seen the Rainturn out to be a Small Streamwhich sailed paper boat,gave a lot of joy.
A flock of birds chirpinghad make worried and happy
I just want to feel loved and needed. Day by day these wants are being buried right along with my heart. I suppose I'll still do for you/ only to be screwed in the end by you.
Love is being lost and forgivness is nowhere to be found.
Even though tainted by the world like a smokers lungs
Our mind yet retains a small fickle light
Even though tainted by the world like a smokers lungs
Our mind yet retains a small fickle light
That light is multifariousness such as flowers in the Keukenh garden
Time will pass
Our light will fade
Somehow out of this bright, illuminated room a fog began to seep in.
It began like a low, slithering snake,
then rose up and swallowed the space whole.
I couldn’t see,
I couldn’t hear.
There is so much to do but so little time. You could find what you've lost; you could lose what youv'e found. But only you can deicde what is good for you to hold on to.
I felt so hurt inside
I didn't know whether to live or die
never smiled because all I did was cry
As I let your abusive words eat into my soul
I thought how can a person be so cold ?
I have never been the most wanted;
the slim-figured prom queen who has left many boys brokenhearted.
I haven't been brought flowers or teddy bears I can't fit through my door frame.
People are interesting: are they not?
You may never agree completely and sometimes not at all
They are always changing.
Because most people are dynamic beings, not static beings,
I keep running from my fears,
Torwards my happiness.
Blocking out the bad,
And absorbing the bliss.
Putting up a wall when I meet people,
So I won't get heartbroken.
Oh geez
I made your face red again
And made the blood rush up to your ears
Your body heat begging to be cooled by normalcy
Invisibility
And I get excited
Ah, your fingers are trembling again
I am like a piece of fine china--
I was born perfect;
no chips, no scratches,
perfectly beautiful.
my colors were once vibrant and bright
and everyone adored my newness.
In shards, we are
Broken pieces of glass
Scattered to the wind
Like windows, you can see right through us
Bur mirrors, our reflection does not show
We are diamonds with high class taste
The phrase, “I am bored”, little do I know,
It’s the condition which afflicts the majority of our very own,
A precarious ailment that seems to never let go,
But can indeed be overthrown
What is your Anthem?
How do you convey it?
To scream and shout at the top of you lungs
Or to quietly sing it to yourself
To rebel against labels
Or to embrace the perks of it
When the lines blur,
Smiles bright as the sun,
Laughter loud as a lion's roar,
Memories burned into my brain,
The warmth of their presence,
Intensifyng with every second.
Those smiles are wondrous,
Sometimes we hold on to our failures and depressing past,
And allow those events to define our untrue, discontent character.
Beaten, battered, and treated like an outcast,
Left to battle the war as a lone challenger.
Wonder.
We are full of wonder.
We wonder how,
We wonder when,
We wonder why.
This sense of wonder
Keeps us alive,
Keeps us curious,
Keeps us asking questions.
The calm before the storm
The rainbow directly after
The way people can come togeter
Followng a disaster
A sunset that marks the end of another day -
Something that should be sad
Eyes.
The pathway to the mind.
The gateway to the soul.
The eyes never lie
When your heart has bullet holes.
Brown, blue, green
Maybe a jumble of all three.
There’s an abandoned lot beside my bus stop, a barren block of concrete vacated after floodwaters swept the local businesses away
I’ve crossed this lot for years, at dawn with puffy red eyes and midnight with blisters on my feet
Tasting the music.
At first, not knowing
What your ears enjoy.
The sounds of the beats
Passing through your mind,
Clouding your head
Day in and day out.
Soon enough you are
Life is awesome…
Whether you’re a flower ready to blossom
Or a man waking up to a “good morning!”
Why do we humans ever have mourning?
When the birds are permitted to fly,
We humans are free to question why.
Her,
How her smile is so bright
her heart so mellow
arms keep me warm at night
sunny like the sun thats yellow
the way her hair sways
as she walks in the room
ill be with her always
"A Villanelle with Initiative"
Look at the rising sun,
Kissing the earth with rays,
Who will I be when it’s done?
Calm and pure as a nun,
Mature beyond my days,
Look at the rising sun.
I can see it now.
My best friend will sit beside me in her chair,
rocking as we laugh about past mistakes,
screaming at children to get off the lawn.
She has never had a boyfriend,
as if she recognizes
When I want a new experience,
When I want to be captivated,
When I want to be taken somewhere,
It takes a storm to clear out all the rain,
It takes time to heal a little pain.
Sometimes the good times only last for a sec',
I bought a nice new pair of cotton sheets this week to replace my old pilled polyester sheets.
Like a maiden faireShe waits a while;A strong young woman combing her hairHinting at a fateful smile.
"Butterflies are a sign from God," she said,
with no devotion to a diety of her own.
"It means things are or will be okay,"
her grandfather used to say.
I saw a butterfly today.
It fluttered past and around,
My days aren't always great,
but when they are, it's very sunny.
Sometimes I may run late
and have to hop to it like a bunny.
But boy you should know that my life is crazy awesome
The big red horse
Walks up to the gate,
A spring in her step,
Blaze bright on her face.
As they wait for the cue,
Her muscles tense up.
She stares through the gate
In seeing a fly there are two paths you can take: you become susceptible to its nuisance and strike with no motive, or you can simply ignore its annoyance.
Humanity at heart lyes in the soil, better known as mother earth.She keeps us alive and well as long as we abide by the laws of nature.
I am a man of integrity,
A man of honor and character.
I am a man who will fight for you,
And with you
But never against you.
I am a man who will open doors,
But not close them.
I think you all know this,
To God we do belong,
To him we depend,
Let him be your friend,
For he is always there for you.
Laying on the floor
At the bottom of a pit
Created in my mind
All the light drained from the world.
A rope fell to the bottom
Brushing my hand
Begging me to grab on.
Drama, Horror, Mystery,
Children, Romance, History
Any genre of book is interesting,
Some even include audio for listening
As you read, your imagination comes to life
There is a boy,
He sits in the corner
And says nothing.
He does speak what he feels
For fear they will strike him down.
They will call him names.
Fag.
Gay they will call him
I wither my life on a deserted island,
Accursed to spend eternity awaiting a stray hero[1] !
A hero who will use me, and a man who will abuse me
The awesome part of my life,
No, it's not about me getting a wife,
But about my dream to become a chef,
Yet i have some time left.
Ive always aspired to be a smart man,
To my dearest best friend,
People don't expect a guy and a girl to "just" be friends.
When it comes to us, the rule bends.
We understand eachother like a well-known riddle.
From the outside, to the middle.
Life is as AMAZING as an OCEAN wave,
How the waves glisten over the horizon of the sun,
A daughter depends on her mom like a soldier depends on his men,
When she stumbles and falls, her mother is always there;
She will grasp her hand, and guide her through rough waters,
Fluttering, Floating, Falling
Pink Petals in summer's day breeze
Glancing, Prancing, Dancing,
The bright, sunny day to seize.
She is soft, like the slow kiss of a crisp autumn night, yet strong, like the determined root of a beautiful cherry tree
The epitome of selflessness dogs see past imperfections.
If you need them theyll be there with unlimited affection.
For pooches love us more than themselves.
In exhange for a loving home, for simply being treated well.
Life is hard.
Sadness, frustration, anger, and stress
These emotions are what I know best.
Within yourself are the values of life,
Where sometimes you reign or may go through the struggle and strife.
The power within you, you must fight every day,
Keep your head up and avoid disarray.
Waking up in the morning to that yellow ball of fire is like dreadful confidence to get up.
It gives you hope by letting you know its not to late to find "that something".
His world was finite,
With colors of yellow, green, and orange
And a little bit of brown.
His world was speckled
on all sides of him;
All three sunset walls.
The only variable was at the zenith,
Every now and then, you find yourself in day dream thinking about the days to come
At any moment life could start, in contrast it could all be done
Days passing like a freight train carrying time you can never get back
Let's see, me trying to write this sonnet.
Nope, not going to happen, not at all,
Looking for inspiration on the wall.
I have written three lines! Nope, forget it.
This is going to make me throw a fit.
Developing movements from the tip top of your head
Attached to the sound that makes your body move like a thread
Never stopping, never dead
Captivated by the lyrics being said
I stare out of the window
whispering to the lonely midnight
"Why me??"
It was my 8th grade year
When I died,Not on the outside but the inside
Because I was called a Nerd,Dork
I' am not a poet.
Yes I make music and im on iTunes and Spotify, but,
I' am not a poet.
I feel as if I am famous and I can travel the world, but,
I' am not a poet.
With a little bit of hope,
Anyone can make a change.
Anyone can learn to cope,
To what life may bring us.
A slice of friendship,
Will let robins defeat sharks.
None can stop hope,
Titanix
By: the dog
It's sad cuz my favorite movie is the titanic.
Because I like to think that I'm a hopeless romantic.
I cut lose and open the schematics to my heart.
Like lions dying
In cold concrete zoos
That have become
The safety nets
The rules and regulations
Of the noose which has
Missing you like the stars hitting the morning sky;
but I never compare myself to the last guy.
I believe everything;
Everything you've done from the beginning.
The day I first met you,
I will never forget
It was a chance encountering
Not one I did expect
To me you were nothing,
A rumor, a myth,
To me in my world
You never did exist.
Stages of Eternity
By: Carly Hufford
Countless light bulbs with iridescent hopes lighting the dim night,
reminding me to live is to soar beyond the scrapes the pavement gives me.
“Mama,
Life is something that you should make awesome
No matter what harsh things may come your way
Like a sleepy sloth, it can be tiresome
But all the negative thoughts you have, you should slay!
I didn’t take that razor
To end my life
Or to show the world
How unhappy I was
Walking down the street
Looking for something I don't know
Why don't you try looking for it yo
As long as you don't steal my flow
They put a bullet in his head while his hands up
Said he refused to stand down
Everybody thinking just for them to man up
They gotta put a man down
Losing isn't defeat, defeat is when you give up.
Losing is momentum, to win the next.
So when you are unsuccessful, don't give up.
Lost and insecure
You found me
Flooded with pain
It's driving me insane
My life's ticking like a clock
Moving like a snail over a stick
I have to stop myself
Spring is like new beginnings
Like new shoots, leaves and blossoms
Like fire melting a world of ice
Chirping birds seeking worms
Like hearing nature come alive
What is my story, you ask?
Not one that can be covered by a mask.
It involves venturing into the dark ocean
Looking towards a better future with devotion.
Coerced merely by exterior attributes and perishable riches we as humanity have taken away our ability to decided; capabilities to love and ways to teach.
My closet is full of blue, with a few olive greens thrown in for contrast,
but my favorite color is orange.
Not the florescent kind
but peachy orange of a sunset in winter
Orange that streaks the skies
All eyes are on me, my knuckles start to bleed.
I scraped them on the desk, my mind is a jumbled mess.
They asked me what I'd want to change about myself,
Descartes' famous words,
"Cogito ergo sum."
I think, therefore I am.
In my mind's eye,
I think that children are born pure white.
I was, at one point in time.
My words, rearranged to please a society that can never be pleased.
Pleasing a society where others rather see you begging for help than see you succeed.
My mind stays busy like a hive full of bees.
The moon is a symbolDespite the darkness, somewhere out there is our source of light
Wow is all I have to say
After seeing cast a way
poetry is a way to vent
mom needs help with paying rent
Everything I say is real
words display the way I feel
Writing trying not to flip
RAW
What is it like to be just you
Y outhful with hope filled eyes
O r do you hide yourself from the world
U nder many cover ups
It isn’t always about looking my best
But the most Raw version of me
The veil has been lifted the masquerade is over; Alone I have prevailed
People are like puzzles, sort of, in a way…
They are made of many pieces, a patchwork of character, experiences, feelings
Like a quilt or a farming valley, so different and unique
We’re all artists, painting ourselves the way we want to be seen.
We have our distorted self-portraits on display to the world, but we rarely let authenticity slip through.
She's unique and delicate as a flower,
Not so much like a Gerbera, but more like an Orchid.
Her dark almond eyes penetrate your soul in just a glance,
I am flawed
I am broken
Who knows this?
One look in my eyes and you can figure this
I give this token
One which is my heart
My eyes hold more than my soul
They say I have big eyes
So I can see truth through your lies
They say I have big lips
So I can speak my mind
Four letters carry conspiracy-theory sized opinions
of a word that we hope exists.
a word universally intertwined in our bones
pulsing through our spirits and sidewalks.
a word hidden in the most common places
I go about my life busy like an ant on a hill,
but one day I stopped and decided to chill.
I found if I listen, it's not that difficult,
I could find some peace that wasn't invisible.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
My name is Nick
But for some odd reason
Some call me Nickypoo
Everything is going just right,
so far in my life.
I was born on March 19,1997
Unfortunately, December 29,2005,
when I was almost 9,
my grandmother died.
And went back to heaven.
I am calm like the river gently flowing
knowing fairly well where I'm going.
I am free like a bird flying overhead
but not so free as to choose when I'm dead.
I am small but I can make an impact
Nature consumes every part of her being;
filling every square inch of the body with natural entities.
In my own skin
I am me
Its hard to accept, hard to see
Day in and day out
I'm told differently
That everyone should accept the beauty I must be
My skin holds a story
That can not be explained
Life glows in your eyes,
Life as bright as the stars.
As I hold you in my arms,
I'm in awe at the miracle you are.
Because you're as perfect as a person could be,
Every word that he spoke dripped from his tongue like a melting popsicle as I was left to try and mop up the puddle. He was a 1000-piece puzzle, a puzzle I convinced myself I could single-handedly solve.
Permanent scars penetrate the soul
As eyes stare into the overcast world outside these wretched walls
Screams build up inside the mind but never enough to break through the armored body
Memories are a part of me,
They drift apart from me.
So many thoughts, just like my old matchbox cars,
Simpler times---remember pogo sticks and toy guns,
With out a filter My eyes are a pair of c list stuntmen Imperfect but BoldMy nose is large But has potential that is quite undersold My lips are doors that are blocked by the ruins of broken pride
Mirrior, mirrior on the wall who's the fakest of them all?
With the title of fairest claimed
My true identity has long been chained
My voice no longer has meaning
It counts for nothing
Looking into that silver has never felt like gold.
In fact it is more like looking at an empty galaxy
I saw your smile falter as you stared into my eyes
you pretended to see the stars and skies
you pretended you never told me lies
Following what society thinks is right
I try to alter my camera light.
This will create the most optimal picture,
And allow me to avoid the tedious stricture.
Pictures are only one side of me,
In the unchecked corner
There is a darkness that thrives.
It lies, and bides its time
Slowly consuming our lives.
The "weak" and the "cowards"
Walking down the street, life moves slowly
As I run into people and fall onto the rough concrete.
Bitter voices and yelling catch my attention,
But the powerful wind propels me into dangerous roads.
People like to talk about how
other people are instrumental in the world.
They call their friends imporant "elements" of life,
which has always interested me.
In fact, if people are elements,
Handsome, clean-cut, a rather dapper young man,
Smart, cool and calm.
Looking my best at all times,
I keep a nice, fresh, haircut with an awesome line-up.
I'm a young black man only portraying himself,
Some may think I'm happy and fun, carefree and patient although I'm none.
The guy with the oh so perfect world, school, the family, and the girl.
But underneath that smooth exterior, lies a broken man growing wearier.
Defined like a line
I am straight forward
drawn for a purpose.
I have a direction
a meaning.
Defined like a line
There are no sounds
when a pen hits the paper
quiet is my serenity.
No makeup.
There's a bump here and there, blackheads and redness, and pores that I wish were smaller.
My hair down.
It's curly and imperfect, It's way too short and thin in the front.
My stomach and thighs
This glass house i live in protects me i see all that happens outside but yet it still does not affect me i see playful birds i join in song but in their trees i dont belong, and the storms no matter will never be able to hurt
What is life?
is it a thing or is it a given blessing?
There are so many questions in the world. How do you know what is the answer to the question?
Lost Like A Grain Of Salt In A Sandstorm.
Living Life Without Proper Purpose.
Staring Into A Reflection And Seeing The Unknown.
Powerful and Strong,
She controlled the room.
She was Queen of her audience,
A mere whisper whose mind is as loud as roaring thunder
whose thoughts are jumbled with black and white, no grey,
has big dreams that knows she should be afraid of but is ready to conquer them, that is I.
Like chocolate in the sun, the wise are melting away
And those that are left are invisible during the day
It seems as if I am of the last few left
Since the world is a map, my life is a quest
I had one of those dreams last night;
One where the wind sings a song made just for us.
We danced 'til the act was unbearable,
And wore smiles til they were unwearable;
Our pitiful, melancholy groove,
People say that I'm nice because I am generous
My friends say that I'm fun because I'm adventurous
But it takes more than two characteristics to be flawless
To be flawless you have to be blessed
I was taught since birth,Trained like a circus animal,To focus only on my flaws,Ache over every splintered quality,And strive for perfection.
The pen is my compass
The paper my sail
They take me to new places
On a see of words and dreams
what is perfection?
what does flawless mean?
Some would have you believe it is the way you look
They want you to submit to the media's view of beauty
When life leaves me with an overwhelming day,
I close my eyes and to Him I pray.
I put my trust in Him, for I know Hes there.
Disarmed of all the constructed pride
Once carefully built like a house of cards
The creature flows naked with nothing to hide
Growing tentacles extending towards stars
Unknown and alone even with one of its kind
Her clear water vision,
Something so honest and true,
Her eyes quite the sight to see,
Only the bluest of the blue.
Blue eyes widened,
As she stepped through the door,
I was 4 when I held my brother in my arms with a grin on my face
I'm worth more than a thousand sunswashing away at the darkness of those around memy voice blooms roses with the way my wordsgrow thorns yet project passionate beauty.
We all i heard of a Ram pushing a big boulder out its way, but do we know why? is it because it proud of it powers or is it's trying to give a heads up to the other rams not to be mess with.
We all have dreams, though most seem to never prosper
We all are sinners, nothing can save this gospel
The pigs we gobble, the devil we follow, the poisons we swallow, all lead to evil bethrothals
The smile you see is uniform
Underneath lies pain & anguish
Fears of tomorrow
Yesterday's sorrow
Path seems forever unknown
Feelings frozen like stone
A painted picture of happiness
I like it when it rains
it's the world telling you
that you are not the only one
who feels this way
that sometimes
the world is sad too.
Nature is a mystery,
but I am unique.
The world spins around in an orbit,
but my head spins through imagination of wild stories.
Out of boredom, the weather becomes a hectic storm,
Jonny's something flawless.
Cause I'm not falling
I'm the opposite of August.
Nothings stopping profit
from residing in my pocket
Sike, I'm broke as pasta
before diving in its haunt of hot water
There are 7,289,823,512 people that I'm-
stealing from, sharing with,
against, along,
trying to please.
Paint me red for all the lovethat I have on the inside and around me.Paint me green for the evil of moneyand watching my baby girlgrow up like a tree.
My flawless imperfections were made by God
rigid skin, like the after effect of lightning versus a rod
a black heart was made darker by man
the kick start to life, man will not understand
She looks in the mirror
Seeing the burning pit of sadness
Within her blue soul.
The fire is bright
Dominating everything.
Every thought.
there's something so very strangeabout having to rearrangethe thoughts inside my headin order to go to bedbecause i just want to sleepbut my brain wants one more peepand, Lord, here's my soul to keep
When people look at me,
I don't know what they see.
But whatever they do,
It probably is not true.
The girl deep inside
is wanting out of this prison.
She is on an endless mission
The painful words escape her lips
Piercing my fragile heart with every word she utters
I try to not show the pain but every now and then I slip
I sat and watch the stars above
How gracious how belove
The nature and the love
The earth is full of beauty,
With nature unity
What a blessed creativity
My hands are clutching my hair
I’m trying not to swear
Nothing is working out
I’m going to shout
Everything’s going wrong
I just wanted to belong
Why can’t they understand?
Scars on my hands from the kitchen knife mishap,
cat-related incidents like claw marks or the time the cat food
I used to form myself with the clay of others
Building myself based of other people’s ideas
I was a baby, with society as my mother
Now I face the reality
If I go through life hiding behind a mask
I'm the seeker
I'm the first blood-line mute
watch these people hide there problems in
these high security coops
I see the things their
to afriad to reconize
I'm the beacon we all seach for
Mama I love you
more than any other on Earth.
No matter who came
I always felt first.
To you, I am a blessing
and never will be a curse.
No matter how wrong,
You never changed my worth.
From our view the moon goes into secrecy almost every month;
it simply makes itself invisible to or eyes,
but it always comes back;
the moon aways ends its secret ventures.
Maybe we are sometimes like the moon,
My thighs expand the length of continents
But the breasts I was given cannot be confused with mountains
My hazel eyes ooze the color of a muddy emerald sea
But the pores on my face are often compared to broad craters
A singer stands behind the dark cloud of a curtain, waiting for her call.
Her body tense with anticipation, excitement and dread blow over her like the angry wind before a storm.
Myself: who am I?
Should that be a question or an affirmation?
Who I am... is wonderful.
I cannot be anyone but myself.
It is funny to wake up every morning being the same person...
Every day i try my best not to procrasinate sometimes it seems that it is faith.
Somedays it is not as bad and some days are sraight up sad.
It always strikes with no holding back as if it loves to attack.
I am soft as sand
Harder than stone
Prettier than a princess
Ugly as beast
I am me
A little insecure
but somehow managing to pull off confidence
Shy
Yet funny
"I am no bird,"
That's what she told me.
"no net ensares me."
Those words are true.
You strived to be
more than a bird, but,
You found yourself caught,
defensless, trapped.
When I feel like I've made a bad decision
Like giving too much of myself
Or taking advantage of someone else
Poetry replenishes me.
When I do things that cause me to feel empty
I write, and my words heal me
I will take hundreds before I find the perfect one.
It is imperative to pick the correct filter.
It needs to make me look tanner
while also concealing the bags under my eyes.
I am not interested in being seen as ugly as a flea-ridden rat or as attractive as a shiny pearl,
And I care not for taking "selfies" or using social media to acquire friends or followers.
My eyes decieve me like an illusionist decieves his audience. The slight of hand producing questions no mere mortal can answer. This magical state of mind driving a wedge through reality like a knife.
True Love
I remember growing up wondering where true love lies
Believing the things of the world that was truly a lie
Fame, fortune, and power soon came to thought
Let the music play...
To end the illusions of...
Pride that cometh before the-
Fear like a snake consuming itself,
She knocks on my door and asks me to come out. “No,” I answer, but it’s not my voice talking, it’s his. Raising my 6 year old niece has not been easy, given I’m also raising a young man. His name is Depression.
If people only realized this is as loud as I can be
I won't bray like a donkey just so you can hear me.
Just because I'm not boisterous and annoying
Dosen't mean I'm also always boring.
My kind have been here longer than most.
We are warriors,
Nobility by deed.
Worshipped for our beauty and strength,
Flawless, how you wake up.
Or Flawless, putting on your makeup.
flawless, getting clothes for ten dollars or twenty.
Still flawless getting Prada purses by the many.
Flawless, depicted as how you are seen.
The walls are not as strong as they appear,
Flawed with cracks and thin as paper.
Exuding strength, they ward off anyone who is near.
What looks like stone is only vapor.
The smile that shines is genuine,
I am a goddess
A creation so divine that - galaxies will swirl in my veins- black and blue like a brusie so freshly wrought that the tinges of purple seem to darken the hues
life is a bleesing but life aint fair
blows from each direction put a knife right here
dreams aint distant but they dont seem near
so the first we gotta do is face our own fears
Do You Ever ?
Do you ever wonder where the moon goes when the sun comes up?Does it disappear or is it just hidden?
Growing up I would always let people push me around,
But now I never even get close to the ground,
I'm flying.
I’m not one who has an alter ego,a lie people create when they’re feeling shallow,an ideal to covet and try to uphold,when in reality they are much less bold.
Head to Toe
Where No one knows
the real story of your soul,
They see your hair
and when They stare,
They seem to care
Care too much of how You look.
They think they'll read you like a book.
An artist at heart can be the windAlthough people cannot see the strands of a breezeThe soft blows can still be felt against one's skin
Every girl dreams of the perfect life,
Getting paid to smile or being a trophy wife.
I think we want it easy, but that is not our call,
We want to erase any chance that we may fall.
Me on the edge, academics were on a ledge. No longer the excuses, education all wins no losses. My visions of success were clouded by stress. I needed a motivational asprin to ease me on my test.
I hated school,
now I realize that I am a fool.
All I went there for was to see my friends,
I had to know the latest trends.
I didn't want to wake up on time,
but now, i don't possess so much as a dime.
Our youth seems to be caught up in a rapture, where Perfection is the bind
Daring to Be Flawless.
Outer beauty, wealth and name brand clothes
I am like a banshee wailing desperately in warning,
whose call is heard but never heeded;
The tide, who forever grows in courage,
Quaint is the old banter
About the immortal lantern
Sitting omnipotent on this constantly withering earth
Along the geranium-colored hearth
Speaking to the dusky night
As breath leaves the nest
A selfie should be a self portrait of the real you.
No need for a filter, it's just a glimpse of someone you wish you knew.
Natural beauty comes from the person within...
So why add a color to the wonderful skin you're in?
The heart is like a breathing storm, a galaxy
Filled with colliding constellations and black holes of life,
My sound?
Is a silent night, I have no music
no beats, or rhythem.
My sound?
Crickets on a summer day.
When I was born they sang.
My sound?
Is a soft noise
The radiant one who shines like he's flawless
Head held high manner was lawless
Born an expert others left seemed novice
Mistaken for ground beef because of my rawness
Its eloquence
A mind as vast as the universe,
Can get lost in the depths of time.
But pause,
Look around at your company,
For the stars will be your guide.
People judge me how they see me
Sometimes I am a turtle taking life slow
I am who I am not who people want me to be
Though hurt I don't let my emotions show
I'm like a beaver trying to make it on my own
We fly on a scope and hope for a better future with that one person we love the most. Like a wedding
Sometimes I wish I was like the storm and the wind,
Never stopping, passing past everything -- once -- and moving on.
Sometimes I wish I was like the snow and the rain,
Falling softly, wildly, blindly, freezing, wetting.
Flawless
The word with many meanings
meanings that vary from person to person
whether it is based upon beauty
or the way you act around people,
my definition is different
A natural-born leader
A teacher,
A mentor,
An instructor,
Someone to count on.
I have been called these things since I was young
Teaching my younger brother
Spelling,
Piano,
Simple and Nice
Is what others see.
A shy little girl;
That's displayed through me.
Quiet and calm;
Like an ocean sea.
You might even hear waves,
If you listen closely.
Its another night I wake up in cold sweat, I rember how youd bring the sunshine so bright so full of life i always thought you'd be my wife now i see you not so far away with someone new when you left me with broken promises while my heart turns
Friends can makes you laugh and make you vdy
They are awesome people that help you up
They can be a pain and can be a blessing
You can rely on them always
Just like the moon relys on the sun to shine
I am a red headed girl,with a freckled face,
I wear shoes that have no lace.
I do not curse and swear
That's mean as a bear,
Jesus is my light in a dark path,
He has blessed me with math.
why must we constently care
about what others share
care about what others think
always uploading social media links
wanting you to feel so small
so nothing about me will matter at all
So I just did a spoken word poetry today during Sunday Service and guess what? It was bad, literally bad. Bad from the compostion to the articulation of thoughts to the actual voicing out of the words.
Who needs all of these filters and cameras?
I simply use my eyes for life's wonderful panorama,
Hashtag this, hashtag that, I'm too skinny, I'm too fat.
You are what you perceive yourself to be,
our world today is harsh, we are left with blood and scars. because someone hurt us in our past, and we thought we would never last but here we are standing stronger than the u.s army ready to fight.
Perfect, flawless, ethereal.
These words, when assigned to one human being, banish the rest to a mediocre Tartarus,
Life is a wonderful gift.
To often though we begin to drift.
Materialism captures our lives.
We forget who we are and strive to be rich.
All too suddenly life crashes down like a giant avalanche.
You act so tough,
You act so brave.
But really,
you are the empty beer bottles
that you used to hide.
you couldn't face the world
with who you really were.
you had this foundation
Always balance above an Angel;
She can Dazzle us.
Observe old Grace,
And know the Demands.
You will model Success.
Break free your Talent;
See only Potential.
Preform through Passion.
Flawless me? Couldn’t be.
That’s a funny thought.
Well, then again…still, no:
I speak in a squeaky key,
My voice gets easily caught,
I refuse to slow
I take everything too seriously,
I stand before you today
With a confession
Oh, but I don't know what I want to say
I have many names.Some call me Aphrodite or Venus,But you know me as Beauty.
Don’t listen to what others say.I am not vain,Only aware I am what God wanted in Eden.Am I wrong for enjoying what I was handed?
I don't like that there's no mail on Sunday's.
Every day you go to your mailbox
Finding magazines and letters and everything in between.
To outsiders I’m just a simple, plain wallflower.
But if you look a little closer, beyond the closed off petals
you’ll see that each petal tells a story with a little bit more power.
Bare feet. I'm not bare feet,
but I love bare feet. My bare feet that is.
I love the feeling of my
I am not going to give a sob story
I am not going to give a glory story
I do not have any horror stories to give
But if you look into my heart you will see the only story I live
You will see who I am
The pressure to meet the mark of a standard that is ever heighteningAnd never compromisingIs seemingly an everlasting presence that can either be disregardedOr
I walk the halls with a mask on my face,
I adjust my smile, and alienate myself from their world,
Headphones in tow, I’m just another face you see in the halls,
Change
I was a powerless scared little boy
I remember seeing my parents fighting
I heard yelling, screaming, and cursing
I saw tears bursting on my mom’s face like fireworks burst into the sky
My best friend
never tried to
change me
She only amplifies
my love,
my passions,
my spirit.
She brings out the
best in me.
When my world is
crashing down
A million stars up in the sky
one shines brighter I can't deny
A love so precious a love so true
a love that comes from me to you
The angels sing when you are near
within your arms I have nothing to fear
At the end of the day
I reach for my face
and my worn out mask comes off to reveal.
My true skin,
Traveling companionless through the dark snow
Lonely as a ghost wondering around
A black chasing shadow continues to follow
A huge treasure that can never be found
Loud laughs can be heard from far away
NO one can change me, not the way that I think, the way that I act, or the way that am. No one can change that I been brought to this world as a king and will live on my thrown.
What is to Live? Is to Live my scucess? Is to Live my failures? Is to Live to try and learn it all? What are my footsteps, what are the words that I speak into existence before me?
Religion in School, one way to be treated a fool.
Don’t share your religion with us we don’t care.
Told to kids throughout the year.
A smile is not an invitation.
A young girl, only eleven years old
Far too young to become a damaged good.
There was no screaming or shouting that day,
I've been stupid
I've been hurt
I've been stabbed in the back
But am still standing
And I've cried
And I've pleaded
On my knees
Yes am still standing
I've been in pain
the beat of my heart, like the beat of a drum
the world goes numb
i aim, take my dart and hope i pin u
and win ur love
What is good luck without there being bad luck?
How can we see a rainbow without the cloud-darkened sky?
How could the stars shine like diamonds without the blanket of night?
I was misguided. My demons would taunt me. Convince me to wander on countless occasions. I'd roam around until they'd finally attack. They always did and always do, as soon as they see their chance. They feed on any sign of weakness.
They make me happy.
How they sparkle and shine,
A golden brown,
Like the rays of the sun.
You make my heart melt.
Your eyes so beautiful,
I can't control myself.
Your eyes so beautiful,
My mask is more like makeup.
I don't hide behind an imitation, there is no shell.
I conceal.
I hide the blemishes, blend them into
the background. I love to win, but no one
sees how much I hate to lose.
Theres an artist behind this Idiot
Theres an Ocean beneath this pool and it's full of sharks
I present a calm surface because no one can fathom the depth
and once they stick a toe in and realize there is no bottom
im sorry if i made u blue all your life
im sorry for your life
im sorry for you
do you forgive me im sorry about your life
What is a friend?
If you are unsure, I can tell you more?
Friends are not selfish
This I can say for certain
My Friends are not the normal type
They are loud, proud, black and bright
Orange, red, yellow, brownFalling from aboveBlowing over townLike the travels of a doveLeaf piles galoreTaken by the breezeSpread onto the floorMess taken with ease
I have classified myself as an independent person
Until I found this.
It is called many things, but I call it choir.
The lessons I have learned are abundant
Oh no! The words flew from the mouths of bystanders seeking the cause of the accident. Not me. The bitterness of my salty tears flowed down my face like a thunderstrom swirling in my soul. Not emotional tears. Laughing tears.
Life is a fresh loaf of bread
A thin layer of butter
Melts into the rounded top,
Strengthening its savor.
The outside is crisp
But not too hard
The salty inside
I dreamed a dream of a little girl in a yellow dress
She was dancing with the white roses
Her feet running gaily Her arms twirling as if she was a ballerina
She turned to smile at me….
