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Unfinished always are my poems
As I always long for more
Thinking about ways to show them
That my meanings are much more
My momma always did say those bradford pears,
Smelled like the dead,
Somethin’ ‘bout a southern curse.
Ain’t nothin’ lonelier bein’ inside these pine walls,
TOMORROW, I'll cry for all the world,for all the things gone wrong.I will cry for every techered bird who has lost her joyful song.I will cry for ever flower who has lost his colour.
i saw a little leaf to whirling in the wind,didn't want to fall from the treebut the leaf keeps falling over,i prop it up, it falls again .At the end, the heartbroken leafleaves a tear when it falls
Our life a dazzling dream and the death a new arrival,there is no end and never was a begginning.Thousand centuries will gone and will leave faint signsin the breaths of time, thousand suns will light up
And at the end, what?what happens to the living when they die?what happens to the tears when the eyes close?Where do the stars go when we don't dream?where the pain of memory goes?
My child, let your life come into the world of darknesslike a spark of light, without flicker and pure,and thank them in silence.
You know, my child, they are cruel in their greed and envy,
After time,people will say,in those years, we lost the meaning of we,we lost the sense of universalityfound ourselves prisoners into ego,in a long soliloquyand the infinite life reduced to i,
All humans on earth are one.We descend from the same family of common ancestors.We are, in a quite literal sense, siblings,and like siblings we depend on each other's loveand care and responsibility.
I mjss waking up to the sound of little kids in the roads,
Screaming and shouting as they play ball.
You don't even need to know my name,
You just have to want to play.
It was simple there.
We walk in darkness most of our lives and
fear lifting the veil that shields us from doubt, from fear;
Nowhere is there help that we can see,
I want you.
You know its true.
I'll say it again. I want you. I want you.
I want you badly. Have you ever wanted, badly?
I badly want you. Sometimes I think I only want it as its bad.
"I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be." ~ Joan Dideon
Kids on computers,
Parents out of work.
The climate's changing
And Earth is dying.
Stores are closing and
The streets are empty.
There's smoke in our atmosphere,
Poisoning our air.
Five years old.
Clouds like eyes in the summer sky.
Fairies frolic through dandelion fields.
In a timeless abyss
I roll down grassy hills,
search for four leaf clovers
dance on the moons of mars,
The cancer of my brain
Makes the world insane
Who am I to blame?
For the lame
Calamity that consumes this sphere
of biodiversity
A world of adversity
People grow in masses
The poem "Bastard" is about an alienated child born out of wedlock. S/he suffers rejection anywhere s/he goes; to mother, father and even grandparents. S/he gets neglected by everyone so much that not even school or Xmas parties are accessible.
The poem "Bastard" is about an alienated child born out of wedlock. S/he suffers rejection anywhere s/he goes; to mother, father and even grandparents. S/he gets neglected by everyone so much that not even school or Xmas parties are accessible.
Like schroedingers cat
The tank top strap you’re looking at
Wondering if it’s a bra or something far less scandalous
Is simultaneously both
I stand upon this stage today,
A different man than yesterday.
Under these lights which shine my face,
I take part in life's daily race.
But I do not quiver, I do not fear,
Like all the times of yester-year
I’m a little too much of the same thing
I run on the railway lines
That roll as straight and narrow
As the razor-sharp wire I
Am constantly using as a tightrope
She races to my car
As our eyes meet from afar
Her pink dupatta drags itself on the road
Why does she carry this wave of hope?
I pray for the light to change
But she’s beside me right away
i look around myself
and im startled at what i see
millions of other people
who love and live like me
we may be different some
on surface or beneath
but all together people
The sight of those fires
Seeking air in their confines
Gives a reflection
Elsewhere, far from themselves
Those who lost their light
And constantly struggle
To shine regardless
The Thought of Communities Interests Me .....
Because Communities NEED ... UNITY ...
If They're Gonna SUCCEED In Keeping The Peace ... !!!
Arise, all peoples of the world and take your place in society.
Be the light to those in your community who are living in the dark;
the light that lights the way to the truth.
Value your friendships,
hold them tight.
Say you won't let go,
in the night.
Cultivate, grow them,
give them light.
Reach out to others with love,
and things will be made right.
meet me for coffeein some corner cobwebbed and forgottenwe can talk about the things wedrophabits and plates and dreamsmaybe you can tell mewhy it is easy to declare retreat
When I was a boy
sometime ago
I faced a problem
and wanted to let go.
I felt scared
but wasn't sure where
and I was not strong.
I had little courage
Patience
What is it?
A nonexistence.
The mind was wicked, and the body was involuntary.
Play around, aggravate sound, Adam found.
Indeed, an innocent one.
Patience
What is it?
I'm Losing them.
What will I do?
midnight trips
laughter by the fire—
all Gone,
faded Memories.
What will I do—
getting drunk on good vibes
all those sleepless nights
To wonder under great arcing hollows,
to gaze upon the cracking art,
knowing not what is to follow
and knowing not what was the start
To peer into the eyes of blessed saints,
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 am walking through a sea.
Not of wind nor of waves,
but of souls,
True individuals with names.
Aren’t we all that will pass,
From this big empty rock mass?
In the end,
the first time i heard about you it was like a dream
your name sounded so good leaving my mouth
"college"
but despite everyone saying that you love me
you despise me
a first generation chicana female
I have offered asylum.You have come and left and come.
To be a sanctuary, I must oil the hingesand shake out the doormatson a regular basis, gather sustenancefor all who arrive, and offer tea.
"Somewhere", spoke the grey lips in the wall.Somewhere before sunrise,before the first bird crows to dawnand the apathetic are yet to uncurlthe grit that gathers like dustbetween the fold of shallow eyes.
PunchPunchPunch the house
It's so messed upI want out
Light it up, I cannot bearMy sister crying as people stare
What will it take?I do no know.
I dare not ask,indifference my foe
Undocumented aliens,
Racists see them as the enemies
They’re trying to make a living for themselves,
Not to mention for their families.
Getting deported by I.C.E
So hard to comprehend
Caramel like apples, sweet and nice.
Dark like chocolate with a red cherry undertone.
Yellow like the flower, pink in shades of lemonade.
Pastel, light, and soft as a dove.
What Is Sex Really About?
Someone once asked me, what is sex really about?
Is it when a man climax and your name he utters out?
Is it the intimacy of the act between a woman and man?
Muslims, Catholics, Buddhists, Christians
All face the same problem if you mention
Their skin is darker than the other ones
Past is heavy, shit feels like a ton
Whether in Africa, Asia, or the Carribean
How do you love one person so much
That the world just stops
That instead of a person
They're just an idea
A passion
They rule your thoughts
Your stories
Turn on your TV,
What do you see?
A child,
Trapped.
Not by the bars of school,
But by the bars of poverty.
Never to learn how to hold a pen,
But they'll learn how to hold a gun.
There can only be one opinion, right?
“Because I love you.”
These are the precious words:
Full of hope, promises, and happiness,
Love to me is less like reality and closer to a dream,
Love is the driving force behind everything
Love is to humans as water is to nature,
Less sugar,
More flavor,
With a hint of lime,
And salt.
Therefore,
Balance
of
Life
and
Love.
I'm Into beats
That start up is sweet
So I'm ready to leap
Not to compete
That's for survival
That's not a lie though
You know you gotta show
How flows can leave your foes froze
My emotions move slow
Trying to keep my head low
I'm pent up
And ready to blow
That's what I know
I'm sick
I'm lonely
And home sick
Missing kid shit
And wanting to split
Born from an egg like all the other ducklings
And from a family who thought would teach it right,
But who knew family could just be as bad?
Intentionally laughing and pointing at it out of spite--
Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light
People born to privilege deciding what is right.
By the cop lights’ red glare, guns bursting through the air
Gave proof through the night, that inequality is still there.
America the Great, for what we are known for.
Living in the Mid-West I feel every season. Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter, all in one.
The hot summer days are gone before the blink of an eye with winter on its way.
Just like a heartbeat,
white people are born with white privilege,
Looking at me
you would never guess
that I am 50% Hispanic,
According to my Maybelline foundation stick,
There are people who love youPeople who hate youPeople who wish they were youBut you’re youThey want to be like BeyoncéOr swag it out like my friend JovanteBut nobody is as great as youBeing you
1. Community Member.
2. Bottom Shelf, but lower than that.
3. Secrets underneath the floorboards.
4. Not a hero nor a heroine .
5. Numb to headlines of “Ann Arbor Teen Dies…”
The Hit
We were in the same city when you died.I didn't know until hours after arriving homewhen I saw the pictures,saw you,I didn't understand.
Wade, I thought it was your birthday.
I never really understood who I was
Now more than even I still wonder who I am
Yet I think before I had an idea or I thought I did
Just in one short year I lost that part of me
Although it never occurred to me
That we is greater than I
And the unfolding of time
Is really just an illusion
Of the mind’s eye
Within it holds a truthGreater than any truth known
This year, I burned myself away
I let myself wilt
Without dismay
Often, I was horrified
A world in meltdown
Triggered my pride
And let me drown
I got up, though
I always came around
The river runs deep
Deepened with crimsion
Each death premautre and unjustified
Lives claimed
stolen
devalued
Left behind are family
loved ones
The hunter's arrow
Sleek and swift
Pointed straight at my foot
What he was aiming for
Could not fly
The clouds were not his friends
Focused too much on the wormy muddle
Why are we people subservient to the self-servient nature in us?
We need to set our minds on each other and fill our hearts with trust
So that we can maintain our grassy plains,
Cultivate creativity,
Human minds are silly little models
The birth children of originality
And the forcibly adopted stepchildren of
Society
Cousins of melancholy
Locker 1453.
I left a part of myself behind your door on the last day of seventh grade;
you wheezed
and sputtered when I opened you,
but I didn't mind; for you had become a strange sort of companion
Today is my day.
Though things may not go my way,
From my path of success I will never stray.
I am powerful, fearless, strong.
Each morning that is my chorus, verse, my song.
(Businessman Perspective)
Cold and hungry as I tried to find a place to rest,
I finally see a small warm cafe at the end of the road.
I started to jog and cross my arms in front of my chest,
Thank you all for coming to Group tonight!My name is Griffin and I am……BlankNothingEmptyDevoidThese were what I thought.These were what I used to believe.These were what I was.
Women in the Web by Kari Barge
Things have changed
We may not be burned at the stake
But we are forced to fake…
Our universive is gigantic
The fact that planet Earth is only a tiny speck of dust on an infinity that we will never discover.
We want to know everything, we shouldn’t!
A new life, she has a fresh healthy cry
A mother’s warm embrace, her soft coo
Cheers and congratulations abound
Friend and family gather with smiles
Everyone wants to be beautiful.
Nobody recognizes true beauty until it's gone.
It's just like the old saying,
"you don't realize what you've got until it's gone".
It's the same for beauty.
This is a poem for my brothers and my sisters
Yes the brothers and sisters of my blood
and
Yes the brothers and sisters of my hood
and
Pops, you watch too much TV.
I feel convinced that I have now become a faceless memory,
That only photographs will bring short-term remembrances of me.
Pops,
half-form words....
sentences broken in two
thoughts never brought to
wishes stuck the inside confines of my head
To spill the anger burning inside,
To caress the heart crying,
To impede the endless thinking of mine,
To prevent myself from dying.
To cherish the precious memories made,
These Halls shroud our day to day
I discover your eyes in a snatch
Maybe we give an enriching smile
Or not
It can't stop. It won't stop. you feel the heat and it ain't hot. I see red lights, cameras flashing, and people crying, day and night, screaming, "They killed my baby, Oh my god! they killed my baby, what am I gone do.
Wounds, that illuminate...That spirit, that planted the seed…unknown!Just a biological relationship…is not a home.The soulknows you not…Depart from thee.
I am a writer I am a musician I am an athlete
I am many nouns
But I am more than nouns
I am tall I am compassionate I am hard to read
I am many adjectives
But I am more than adjectives
The frantic forest floor,it was so cluttered once,every rustle was news, unsilenceable.Leaves fell, animals tracked through the dappled shifting sunlight, and it was all important.
Who comes to help you,when you are dying?Who comes to help you,when theres a fire?Who comes to help you,when your on the highway and bust a tire?
Big eyes
Epic battles
Adorable outfits
Zany people
I'm filled to the gills with them
And frankly, I'm fine with that.
I'm glad to be the queen of them
Insipred by the 2012 Waldo Canyon and 2013 Black Forest fires in Colorado Springs, Colorado.
That aged gentleman
Walking aimlessly
Down the street,
Jagged, broken, empty,
He fits.
That weary mother
Holding her crying baby
At the bus stop,
Pure, beautiful, blessed,
How does one act white?
Do I have to speak proper English and wear nice clothes? Do I have to get good grades and not cuss all the time?
If that's acting white, then yeah I guess I act white.
Tssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
Silence. That sound is a lover of the wind
breathes essence of fire
My bones were feeble
My breath had weathered
My voice can be heard as a bare, cracked whisper
And I listen at how fragile we are...
For which my lungs, they were thirsty for air
And I wrote these thoughts down in my head
Where they would never be spoken of again
Until the findings of a fragile mind erupt in time
And space, gathering the courage to be
When my dad lets me borrow the car
I don't even have to drive far
As soon as the car is on
I turn up my favorite song
As soon as I arrive, I embrace the others who have already arrived
With hugs
There’s a stigma within the black community
That if you’re educated, you’re acting “white”.
No longer are you associated with the “ghetto”
Or should I say your kind,
If you have your pants above your waist
I am surrounded by perfect lawns
So crisp and uniform they might as well have just come from a factory
Perky flowers that smell like spring sit in weedless beds
I'd rather my mirror speak truth than lies
When a reflection meets my eyes
Rather be an elder at my final hour
Than a newly sprouted flower
Better to be tattered and worn
Than word left unsworn
As we walk on this world
Full of anger and hate
Nos vemos nosotros getting dirty of it
De lejos venimos to look for a dream
Un sueño, that makes us forget what really exists
Walked in shattered,
Plastered to pew,
shadow black,
back row 3 to the right,
Looking for immunity in community,
Only to find more scrutiny,
Black sheep,
Cracked heart,
There are some things I will never forget.
Ten years from now,
your smile as we walked through the park
is all that I'll have left.
I am grateful for the potency of these images,
Have you noticed me yet?
The little burst of purple in that crowd,
the one with her arms stretched high over her head.
The one playing back directly whatever command the band gives.
Why do they stare a me like I'm so different?
Is it because my skin color is the color of warm hot chocolate mom would make for me and my siblings on a cold morning
Protection from the sun,
A place with all things fun
Does not exclude anyone.
Diversity is pure.
Every day becoming clear
That friends of all color are near.
This generation can change the world
And we don’t even have to get off our laptops
My generation cannot hide from the world
There is no distance
Ukraine is next door.
West Africa across the street.
Finally the time has come to run
Spring time is always filled with so much fun
Laughs and cheers fill me with bliss
Everyone is over joyed and the snow will not be missed.
Hi Annie Hi my name
I am unique and very
passionate about God
I'm very bright in all I do
I learn about love at the age
16 .
love is God
Love makes peace
Love is truth
Love is bright
All I see is Gold in the beam,
We step to drive, to where we lead,
Believe me, about this beam, we have our ups
So we don’t drown
A monkey is in a tree
by the ocean
by the sea
In a tree all on its own
Free to roam
And inhale the ocean breeze
If I see what nobody else sees,
I’ll be labeled with the crazies.
Even if reality is what one perceives,
If there’s nobody to share it with,
It might as well be a myth.
Reality becomes a hallucination
It is dangerous to underestimate the value of this life.
It is dangerous to belittle the opportunities to overcome strife.
Life is fragile.
When it is lost, it is hard to know how to respond.
Perfection is a desire,
Freedom an aim,
But how much would I give,
To make one little change.
People with similar tastes,
Similar goals,
Similar lifestyles,
Is what we look for.
Give me a generation,
and we will change the world
Give me an hour,
and you will turn the tides
Give me five is all that is required,
but deep inside you know you can inspire
If I drop one tear it’s for my brother
Living alone with no mother
Thought that life couldn’t get any worse
When guns putted my brother in a hearse
What Would You Change
You have just been given the power to change anything in the world
What would you change?
The United States of AmericaThe New WorldAn escape for a new lifeA new beginning
If I had the power to change things
I would not change much
Just the direction of my feet
When the ground is hard and
Laden with a cobbled facade
I would change the sound of a tragedy
You ask what I would change myselfWell, my friend, you seeThere's nothing I wish to change in myselfBe I'm perfectly flawed as me
At the sound of an alarm,
We wake!
At the smell of a brew,
We wake!
At the turn of a key
We move!
On our path to fortune,
We dream,
Yet, at the sight of the homeless child,
It started with the act of observing all of the occurrences in my community.
This wouldn't have occurred if my eyes were staring at a cell phone screen.
We demand.We expect. We desire.
We want to strive. We want to live.
We abuse. We forget. We ignore.
Many suffer for us. We tend to forget them.
We need to stop. We need to help.
This is their place,
the place they freely roam;
This is their place,
the place they call, “Home”.
The rowdiness around me is a
Disturbance in this peaceful place
But I have stood here long enough
To rekindle the beauty that was once known
That beauty is being ruined by who?
Busy sidewalks,
crowds of people—
rush rush rush.
No time, no time,
will not stop
hesitate—
Too busy busy busy
too much effort to see
difficulty.
It’s when autumn
in its final throes
surrenders
and one morning
you draw in
a peculiar breath
thick with frigid air
that you realize
the winter’s made
its presence.
She is a connection among people.
We unite physically and mentally.
Her members live in proximity.
We call the same place home.
Her members relate emotionally.
We share a common goal.
Money vs Survival
Another worry versus another worry
Seeking money to survive veruses just survivng
Slaving away versus Living away
Tears of hardship versus Tears of real life.
Does nobody care?
Can nobody hear
The calls of the dying and hungry,
Poor and restless with fear?
How can we be content with our actions,
Yet achieve no satisfaction
Life's a stormy sea
With ups and down's you see
Change is our every revival
Adaptation is our means of survival
School isa ajungle you know
The predators put on a show
Community means the people around me.
They start with family,
and extend outwardly.
These people include
my team, my friends, my school
One Thirteen,
Can mean many things.
It's a symbol, some people ask me why I remember
Because it seems like yesterday when I was just so little.
This life, it feels like a riddle
While I'm being belittled.
It’s been a hard day’s night
I should be sleeping like a log
But the fools are steady day trippin’
So I have to fight them off
Waiting outside, day in day out, from the morning's beginning, till past the ninth inning.
Crowded before work, people listen, read, write and wait...
Persistent patience while the rain's delaying.
Little girls growing up. Limited in their visions.
Little boys growing up. Limited in their prosperity.
Who are we? We the people. We are supposed to be free.
Who are we? We the people. We are meant for simplicity.
Of eight sisters, I am the second.
Though dissimilar in stature and mannerisms,
We are closely connected.
Mama is the leader of the household.
Lilliputian in size, but lively and loud,
I write because I can.
If I don't, I can feel myself bleeding out
There is not a person on this planet, or any other
That listens as well as the pen and the paper.
Not a soul who won't judge you,
My brother way more than a friend, to think you wouldn't be here till the end. To see your face, feel your warm embrace would dry up all my tears.
Can we write a story
That started at birth
Can we carry a notebook
While crossing the earth
Can we tell tales that stir us
With wonder and laughter
And erase the tears
A time far past,
A place far distant,
An interest for few.
Catul Hayuk its name.
A first day of class,
A new understanding,
A city, a town.
Catul Hayuk its name.
As we complain about things being unfair,
there are families in the US without health care.
You may not have gotten what you wanted for your birthday,
there are people in Haiti trying to survive after an earthquake.
I step out of the plane
Baggage on my right hand
A bag of toys on the other.
One foot touches the concrete.
The hard surface onto the soft soles of my feet.
If today were the last day to live,
would you call your enemies and forgive?
or would you go to the shelter to give?
something simple can express so much
our hands together is a simple touch
Abnormal, poor, weird words I hear daily
Growing up poor wasn’t a choice; wishing it was a choice
Each day I struggle looking over my should, hearing them laugh,
Avoiding the landlord, rents overdue.
Life is like dominoes,
each one has an effect,
wherever the first one falls
has an influence on the next.
If the heroes of old learned how we kept this place
They would rise from the grave and they would spit in our faces
The land and the sea is soaked with blood and their tears
Maintaining our freedom for hundreds of years
Hearing the helicopter all night
woke up the next morning wanting to ride my bike
my good friend just got into a fight
So we head to the streets at the break of daylight
kids growing up wanting to be heard on the mic
Dragging, Lagging
You don't seem to mind
Hauling, Falling
They're getting behind
The well's run dry
But what do you do?
You spend and you lie
About what they've gone through
Dragging, Lagging
Do not run.
Walk.
Do not yell.
Talk.
These somber expressions
They haunt me
my nights,
to make perfect impressions,
to have the right opinion,
the right clothes, the right smile,
Just the powerof one
Just the power of many
United by all we’ve become
I seize the day
Just what we’ve always wanted
Just what can never be reached
The colors of life seem brighter
