Feelin' Good Scholarship Slam
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Throwback to the past
I stare straight down
"How could she do that"
the whispers
they creep under the skin
I held a grudge
with every death comes honor
but this one was the exception
Last year I was a saint
A pleaser with a need for attention and acknowledgement of others.
Last year I was angel
Last year an innocent, a follower, non-believer, a brown-nosed teacher's pet, all I needed was a tail
A year ago me
Waited fruitlessly for the fingertips of love
To trace poems on her back.
365 day ago me
Was shocked to the core
Heartache-
Strain-
And when sometimes all I want is to finally break
The sun still comes up.
Regret-
Despair-
And when there's times I'm certain that I'm just a dumb burnette
Life doesn't deal with us gently, my friend
It throws us in hole after hole
And each person has a way to amend
The damage Life's done to their soul
Me, I take solace in what I love most:
The light shines on my plate,
Reflects the smile on my face.
The light makes me dance,
Two step, snap, cabbage patch.
Food is my light.
When minutes seem like hours and hours like days,
When you just need to step away,
Away from the daily craze,
When you don't want to stay.
Or on those sleepless nights,
Funk makes me move, it makes me groove
Listening to James Brown, I feel good
My friends told me that I dance like a schmuck
But I can't get enough, of that funky stuff
I might run out of luck, stuck in a rut
The Day is rough
I am upset
Life is troubling
And I feel much unrest
Where do I go
What do I do?
That's not a question
For the Woods knows
The quiet trees
Oh, for the poor raven weeps,
for he understands death.
Oh, for the poor pig weeps,
for he understands abuse.
Oh, for the poor dog weeps,
for he understands mistrust.
My school life is getting hectic
My anxiety is overflowing
From microbiology to my nursing courses
My panic starts clearly showing
I think I’ve had enough
My stress has reached the max
Smiling is not an occurrence that I known as strange.
Occurring most every single day.
Yet when times get tough,
The going gets rough, and a smile is harder to come by.
Wake up in the morning,
Sun greets my face,
The ground greets my feet,
Bird songs greet my ears,
That's not what I love.
Your big brown eyes meet mine,
Your smile welcomes me in,
Leaves are falling everywhere
Piles upon piles scattered on the ground
The bright colors, which seem to glow
Red, Orange, and Yellow appear
That's why Autumn is my happy season
The rain slides down the window,
A surface on which water may cling, perhaps,
But gravity dictates that water must go down.
For water has no true foothold.
So, the rain slides,
Quickly or slowly,
Anger's strong, tears forcing their way out.
Feeling alone, like nobody's there to help.
I need something to calm me.
As my parents separated themselves from each other,
I separated myself from the world.
Caught in the cracks of my dissolving family
What could I do as a nine year old girl?
After an exhausting week
The cool leather three piece sofa
Hard plastic remote in hand
Crowd cheering through speakers
Down, Set, Hut
Omaha! Omaha!
Life can be tough
And enough is enough.
But there’s always that one thing that makes us smile.
Mine is basketball.
Being able to lace up my shoes and step on the court
To play my favorite sport.
It means something when someone tells me I’m beautiful
because inherently as humans we focus on the negative and the positives seems so small
living in a world where physical beauty is king
and hatred is so prevalent
Pen in hand
these words are mine
a blank page burns in the back of my mind
head spinning
ink spilling
that sweet slice of time
when it's me against the world
and I'm winning.
This is a true escape,
It really gives your life a shake,
You flourish to go to the next dimension,
And it's egregious that it is hardly ever mentioned,
Use that crystal to get there,
Freedom from all things
The passing of fleeting time
Someone kind to care for me
Cold tears of joy rolling down my cheeks
The forgiving eyes of a friend
Gentle hands to comfort me
Feeling the breeze through my hair,
The clouds guarding me from the sun,
And the droplets dampening my skin;
The rains bring bliss to my world.
I stand still but my heart races:
If I am truly entitled to happiness , why isn't it always granted ?
Why do we become depressed at times , and then regret that we took happiness for granted?
Through the days in which I feel there is no good, days in which there is no escape
days in which I cannot be in a worse mood, and my life has fallen into rather poor shape
There are books.
Life can be hard, and life can be sad,
But when I have these days, I know just what is to be had.
I sit on my couch with Oreos and peanut butter in hand
And let Shawn and Gus escort me to another land.
We all have days that bring us down
Ones that cause us to wear a frown
This is a part of life and growing up -
Learning to face the world’s hiccups.
To overcome sadness, anger, or dread
Together let's go on a grand adventure. Just you and I, exploring this world that we live in.
Friday is the best day of the entire week
Around the world from the U.S. to Mozambique
The end of our suffering is almost here
All of our worries are about to disappear
No more work and no more school
In ten years I pray I remember how I rediscovered hope. I pray that I do not remember the weeks I spent screaming at God for everyone that left, for everything I lost.
The days when heart sinks in
and my mind feels alone
I put on my headphones
and let the music flow
To think better times
that'll come
pouring out my feels
as if i met the one
They have their hand in the air
The ones with the black suits and briefcases stride forward
Confident
The others seam to fall forward
Their hand raised in a call for balance
I feel good
In these simple, domestic
Moments of peace
When I feel your lungs
Collapse and unfurl
As I lay on your chest
Take a deep breath.
Tense your muscles one section at a time,
Hold it.
Hold it.
Let it go, feel the stress of everyday life
Drain from your body.
Take a deep breath.
My name is Meleka,
I go by Mel.
What makes me feel good,
is a bottle of fuze tea.
It's so refreshing,
a burst of lemon.
I love Doritos,
my most fave snack,
from my childhood,
Coming home from work, half asleep
You jump on your bed, not a peep
you lay your head on you cold surfaced pillow
close your eyes and get sucked in low.
Pessimists see
the horrors of Earth.
The darkness that comes
from the moon's birth.
They need to see
the beauty of life,
through all the troubles,
struggles and strife.
Nothing feels as good as love.
Giving love, receiving love,
Hugging, smiling, laughing
The warmth of love is real.
A delicate silence fills the air.
The wind clears everything away.
I am free.
Among the trees.
I have been asked it over and over
I have laid awake pondering in thought
I have watched the tide roll in and back out
I have looked within the darkest alleys
I have searched within the busiest streets
With a bottled-up brain
All tangled with my latest anxiety trip
I escape to the outside.
Out of my head
Out of the house
Out of town
Out of highway lines
Out of clocks
And there
My friend, how have you been?
It has been so long since I've cracked a grinned
while the days grow longer with a moment pass
I should have known I wouldn't last
Alone, that is
Rain hits the streets,
the sky remains gray.
I can't shake this feeling,
the darkness won't go away.
I just want to curl up,
and stay in my bed.
I've got nothing better to do,
Feeling good is a fantastic sentation that feeds your soul,
It allows one to be open and optimistic, makes you feel whole.
Sometimes I don’t know where I am
or why I’m there
It’s unusually dark, my friends tell me
They don’t want to come around
Okay
It’s the feel of the air rushing past my skin as I drive down the road
It’s the smell of the sound of the rain hitting the windshield.
It’s the chatter of the people sitting around me.
Lord
In a day filled with such chaos.
In a day filled with the worries of life.
I become stuck and uncertain.
Uncertain about the choices and decisions that lie ahead.
When thoughts are dark and the heart is churning,
An escape and freedom is to be welcomed.
The hurting needs to knock out the bad so
New emotions can grow.
New thoughts with greener fields and
He has been with me since me since my earliest grade
My fondness of him will never fade
Whenever I would reach my darkest day
I knew the smile on his face would always stay
I am not good at feeling.
Courage was never my strong suit.
Right now, I am working on healing.
People know me as the “mute”.
The backyard cookouts, the family dinners and Sunday gametime with them keep me in a calm frame of mind All the times I felt like I was in the dark my kin-folk brought me back to light, the smiles on their faces have the power to strike my heart.W
Slumped in warm embrace of a soft chair,
It hugs back, knowing what I’ve been through.
Warm breath,
the scent of tea freshly brewed.
Waking up makes me smile
Waking up holds me high
Waking up lets me know
That today the sun will rise
Waking up comforts me
I ask for salvation, and my own body returns it to me
In the form of concrete and a persistent sweat trail down my back and the repeated thought of
Seeing the smile on young child’s face
Learning to read or
To tie her shoes
Sitting around the table with my family
Laughing at my dad’s dumb jokes or
Playing a made-up word game
Oh Lord I await the day
The day I can finally say
Its was worth it
He deserves my praise
You took my pain and kept me sane
You soothed my heart and gave me strength
My emotions are that of the clouds. soft and light. I harbor no anger nor do i present hate among my terms, but there are always the times of malcontent or dissappointment. It's during these times that you really get to see who you are.
I can feel it-
the static reminds me of what's coming.
When it starts the vibrations buzz around
me,
the air is teeming with excitement to hold the noise and pass it to
me.
Tough times come
They beat on my heart like a drum.
Looking for an escape all around
Still nothing and my heart continues to pound.
Laying hear with doubts and fear
Yet I forget, God says I am near.
When the world challenges me and screams in my ear
When I feel lost, unpretty, to stupid
When I'm drowning in everything that means nothing
I look to them
A grounded bean is all it takes
Brewed and creamed
Dined with a cake
In the morning or afternoon
Black or sweetened
I have to choose
Oh! what cup
Shall I use?
Under the weight of college years I doubt even Atlas would be strong.
By the week's end I feel coated in a slime of anxiety and exhaustion.
In front of my desk
Is a blank document,
that sits idling
on my computer screen.
To form words that
I can't say, but to
Write them, and have
Them stay.
The written word
Little boy,
So plump and round.
What a great love I have found.
Up in my arms,
Like a ball you curl.
It seems like you just entered this world.
New hair growing atop your head,
When I'm upset,
I like to set,
All by myself until I forget.
They say it's not healthy,
To do what I do,
I should talk they say,
But to who?
Sure I have friends,
And they are all great,
Inspiration, motivation, football, wrestling, track, ideas that pop up in your head when you hear my name
Life was always bad to me
When I was younger the only motivation I had was rejection
There's this girl I know who has short black hair. She has big eyes and she has a kind
heart. I smile when she tells me about her day. This girl is so aware of the problems around
A warm summers night made warmer
by the rising flames from the homemade pit
friends circle round and fill the air with laughter
Sitting around no need for a an aid-kit
Tangled, that’s the only word for a bad day
Stings of worry, of sorrow, of sadness, and pain
Those messed up days that seem to last an age
The ones that make you want to storm and rage, WHY ME?!
I'm really in a deep dark dung palace
But pleasurous pizza pies keep me estatic
Calling while clamorous, looking for some glamorous glazed green pepper
I take a step forward
Into the classroom
Onto the field
Into the arms of my friends
Together we are happy
I'm not gonna lie
Free college makes me happy
#Here for the money
My face is wet
not from rain though.
Wiping my eyes with a sleeve
I pick up a guitar
strumming a chord or two,
grab some ink and paper
and sing away the tears
of stress
betrayal
Some people feel good when they read, write, and sometimes listening to music. But mine is running, this helps me clear my head and think positively! Run, Run, Run!
Some maybe green or purple they grow on vines.
That may intertwine between lines of houses.
You may get addicted with one sip.
The mind slips away slowly going into a delusion with no conclusion.
Walking up to you,
hearing your waves crash against the sand.
The feeling on my feet: hard, then soft, then wet sand.
Looking out all i see is sky
turning my insides out.
It's the laughter my friends make.
The love my family gives.
Sand between my toes.
Music pulsing through my body.
Late night drives with no destination.
Feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin.
Happiness,
Sometimes it's hard...
Other times... it's simple...
Life, now that's always a challenge.
I look to the simple things,
And decide.
Life, no matter the time,
it's the little things that make my day: the way my hair dries at night, when my little sister ties her shoes right, when the air outside is cool but not cold, and hearing my poetry read, not just told.
A cup of coffee at the shop I hold so dear,
with temperature so low and Jazz melodies I love to hear,
when I say we meet up and share the latest scoop,
that's not the cream I mean,
A smile is a curve
That sets everything straight.
A grin is how you know
Today is worth the wait
Don’t cry because it’s over
When I see this critter,
I can’t help but stop being bitter.
For some reason I gain a big smile,
when I think of this animal that some see as vile.
I live, breathe, and eat words
I wake up in the middle of the night
to transform prose into art
and I come alive
When I speak, metaphors drip from
my lips, and I feel good
Staring into another's eyes-
As confidence slips slowly down
Cherry cheeks, creating streams and
Confluences; down sillhoutes,
Meshing raw embarrassment with
Insecure humiliation;
Hard day hard work hard night
lie down lie flat lie still
not like theres something better to do
lies you tell yourself to get down
lies you tell yourself to get up
When life gets hard
And my world is no longer bright
I simply put up my guard
Because I no longer feel right
I put my earbuds in
And let the worries fade away
The world begins to spin
When life gets hard
And my world is no longer bright
I simply put up my guard
Because I no longer feel right
I put my earbuds in
And let the worries fade away
The world begins to spin
When I'm overwhelmed
I desire to satisfy an unestablished tune
To accompany the lyrics in my head
When I see her, gently
I grab her by the neck
Place her body parallel to mine
Before anything else,
I feel ocean air when I'm landlocked,
Passed through every obstacle and roadblock,
There's dirt under my shoes, but it sure feels like sand,
I've taken the scenic route, but I'm just where I planned,
Salty Hair, beachy hair.
Windy clouds, moving sounds.
The cool breeze of the ocean drifts by me.
As I begin to close my eyes, I think about this place of serenity.
The feeling of calmness, the feeling of bliss.
Being world champion is my dream,
now that I finally achieved it, people
didn't believe me because it's not,
easy as it seems.
With hard work comes success is
true,
I learnt from my church, that love, is the greatest emotion Out of love, Jesus cleansed his disciples feet, Out of love, Jesus made the blind see, Out of love, Jesus laid down his life... This is truth. In times of disorder and heartbreak, t
When I'm feeling down
I know what will turn it around
Pick up the phone and call some friends
Then fill my backpack with odds and ends
I walk down the street to my friends house I'll go
I feel drained of all my energy
life takes from me my body
my emotions.
The stressors of everything has me dizzy,
I am seeing the world as charcoal black.
Your awareness is lost and your only focus is the beat and melody
In your head and ears, filling your body all the way to your fingertips was a loud silence
You can't resist but sing along helplessly
Simple sweet gutair am humbled by the bass
The bass of the human hand play it over and over again
Rhythm captured my heart the melody feeds on my soul
Sunken in between the holds and strands
Waking up I greet the day,
The sun hasn't come up yet and that's okay,
I get ready knowing full well what I'm getting into,
I have an old friend
who tells old tales
with an illustrious tongue.
Xe needle silken webs
from salivan poison
and enmesh me
in xer magnetic rouse.
Liquid imagination films my eyes
Sometimes you go through days that hurt you and you don't know if things are ever gonna go right
But then time will go by and you don't feel so upset anymore
A rainy day outside my windows
A worn novel in my hand
A warm blanket over my shoulders
A happy place for me
Cats will take over
The abstract world of my mind----
There's my ball of yarn!
I don't know how it
Will happen but I will find
That little red dot
Okay, now,
can a girl write?
With a pen in my hand
let me rant
on and on
Let me connect
with the soft night rain.
we share pomelo,vibrant despite the early sunday gloom.cut in half, its peel for a bowl,mum slices the edgeand the in-betweens.
When I look up at the stars
and see how they shine bright,
When I eat candy bars
and watch you fly a kite,
I feel good.
If I find the perfect dress
that is like no other,
Things that make me happy are those little things in life.
Quiet mornings
Rainy days
Warm coffee mugs
Wet nosed, doggy kisses
Whiskers on cats and mice
Holding hands
Chocolate
The smell of week old grass
And morning dew on the side
Of the hill that I know well
Where I do reside
The bubble of feeling
That wells up in the chests
Of people who hear me
Smiling Sounds - sunshine for My soul,
Simply acustic, comes alive at the touch.
Behold the plucking music and the resulting roll.
I close my eyes, my best sense magnified,
Sneakers laced up tight,
Water bottle filled to fullest height.
It may take a drive short or long but
Always,
I long to take a hike.
Nature beckons me to explore;
I like it when it's cold
and when it rains and when it snows
My sister tells me I can't have ice cream
But she can't stop me, she should know
I like it when it's cold
and when the fridge is full of sweets
Contrasting colors
Ink bleeding parchment
Scrawling thoughts and fantasy
Of far away lands of Elysium
On the shores of bliss.
The pen dances on the sea of white,
Leaving trails of memory.
Morning sunrise, morning sunshine
Tapping the paintbrush to the rhythm and rhyme
Headphones set, getting the groove on
Painting away to the songs
Music to fill the soul, keep my heart from growing cold
when I'm feeling down
one thing can turn that around
a bright, yellow ball
red seams and all
a stick called a bat
I can swing
a glove or a mit
three bases and
one plate
In search of a lover
One look at the cover
I fall madly in love
A seat in a chair
Silence hangs in the air
Perfect for a love affair
A flip of a page
I'm instantly engaged
This is my promise
Made under wide open umbrellas
And cement so hot, it could melt rubber
Under the cherry trees by clear lakes
"Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got."
I don't think there's anything more true than that.
The world is changing, slipping and twisting in different ways,
Ways I don't recognize anymore.
I hear my music
Coursing through my veins
I also feel music
Rushing to my brain
All I know is that we are alike
Telling a story without fright
With you I can be me and
You always let me be
The sun beats down as if I’ve personally hurt it
While I’m dressed in my varying shades of grey and navy blue
Some faded from the sun and repeat wears that only the college poor can call trendy
A crisp fall morning.
Waking up just before the sun rises.
Watching the steam of a freshly brewed cup of coffee billow through the air.
The scent of a freshly lit candle fills your lungs, seeing it's flicker from afar.
I come back to you everyday,
When my day just seems down or my feelings astray,
While others might turn to drugs or some addiction,
I turned to you, and made it my -good- obsession,
Life is full of uncertainties
Pull the knife out my back because its hurtin' me.
Look at your friends, find out whose the real one
Look up, burned my eyes its the real sun.
Back to back bad days
Wrapped in your arms
On a cold and rainy day
Kisses on my cheek
As i beg of you stay
To sit by the fire
When struggling with life's many trials
There are some activities that one may try
For me, there's one thing I have in file
A place for escape, for my mind to lie.
Full of clever wordplay and humor;
One of my favorite times is that transition of the sky between being black and when the sun comes starts to come up and make everything a pale shade of blue
The quiet of itCars, freeway, trains in the morning
