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At times I'm just drunk
On myself
And i see you clamouring
Within yourself'
Struggling to accept
My mischievous celeste.
Do I prick your vein?
Do I destroy your game?
Join the team
and save the world
Flying high
banners unfurled
Listen closely
as we call
We are coming
for one and all
We all want love. (Don't we?)
SAY NO. To the hate. Discrimate. For goodness sake.
We all want affection. (Don't We?)
Show me that. Yes I will and everyday.
We all want. Many things. (Don't We?)
Fuckin tired of tip toeing around my own thoughts.
Pen to paper only producing monotonous words of
heart felt jibber jabber
with no moxie.
It's like I rode a wave that broke and left me
Bees are like kamikazes and Superman probably ain’t gonna save the day today oh well let the strange hang today I’ve been feeling kinda different lately might just blow my brains away some will say oh dang that’s a crazy mang and some w
You, my dear, are a bomb
You have reduced me to sheer atoms
With the force of your eloquent words
Stronger than any weapon that the hands of man have produced
Maybe I love her more.
Then again maybe she loves me more.
To her love is a test.
I know I've missed my share of answers.
I looked at the clock.
Knowing I need to take my time but can't slow down.
Words on a page like birds on a plane just a double standard no words can explain
I tried to figure out what the birds tried to say
Tweet, tweet, tweet, not a social media page
Her heart was there
Her mind was absent
She hit the gas and blasted
that sweet old tune, the one we know.
She blasted that old rock n' roll.
Yeah she was runnin
Runnin from what you ask?
Poetry has revealed to me that I am more than what others think I am more than the like of a pictureI am more than my hair with its wonderful kinks I write down my thoughts sometimesThose thoughts turn into poemsThese poems show facets of myself F
Poetry has revealed to me that I am more than what others think , I am more than the like of a picture, I am more than my hair with its wonderful kinks, I write down my thoughts sometimes, Those thoughts turn into poems, These poems show facets of
A poem isn't just some artistic words on a white line.
A poem isn't just an approach.
A poem is healing and warm.
It's a pat on the back.
It's creativity.
Early morning light
Casts down on a group of teens
All writing haikus
Orange and black flut-
Tering then still upon a
Green sunlit clover
Can't move.
Cant talk.
Inside this wooden box.
Been here since the service day,
And in here is where i'll stay.
Dear Graduates,
We are born of the world.
So introspective.
So divine.
Yet we tend to lose ourselves in the struggles
and daily routines,
The charcoaled coat lies dead on the ground, the child’s coat burned well
They saved the dog, the fish, the cat, I suppose that’s at least swell
I can't see anything around me
It feels like I'm moving through...
molasses,
Everything is blurry and smudged
My movements are slow,
My speech is slurred,
I don't know where I am,
Where am I?
The cold night air touches my skin
And the wind graces me with kisses
It moves towards my window
and laughs and steals away my wishes
Soulful -she's beautyVibrating in her essenceEvolving within her spirit She is beaming from her light.
I don't Care. Who cares.
Caring is causing wear and tear on my mental.
Maybe I'm doing it wrong
strong arming
those around me into submission
my only mission was to be
I just wanna be successful
I kissed the pillows of her cheeks.Covering myself in the blanket of her caress.While here nothing is heavy.Maintaining the balance of smiles in the bed of her arms
how do you write about silence?
how do you write about sadness?
was the silence broken by crying?
was the sadness broken: did it vanish?
how do you write about defiance?
how do you write about fear?
take this cup away from me
do not force me to believe the lies you feed me
i can see them a mile away.
like the greens on the plate of a child.
they're avoided and taste awful when swallowed
There once was a little mouse
Who never wanted to leave the house
Until one day
He scurried away
And found life outside of the house
When I here Swiss Army Knife, the word strikes a cord with me
bringing to mind a device for wilderness survival, a catch 22,
a real man's man tool,
the peak of human ingenuity
Tested is the silence that breaks the very air
Cruel is the loving hand that hits hardest
painful are the memories of past moments
sorrowful are the paths travled by lonely lovers
the story of my life
what kind of world do i want?
i just have to let go
I've just got this feeling
but i have died everyday waiting for it
simply suffer in silence
as solitude seeks me out
my mind is full of violence
but against these thoughts i shout
falling deep in day dreams
i find the pain there doesn't count
your fine,
look at the sea
look at the glimmering hope i saw there
it was called Blue
look at the tears
they left a mark so deep you could fall into it.
it was called Blue
look at my pen,
I'm usually not one to break the ice.
I'm the type to stare past you while thinking of everything we could do together.
You may never know the thoughts that run through my mind.
My body may be pure,
Ay yo azmatha fuckin matik brought to you to wreck havoc,
allthrough out your planet,
Cuntsavage, a pretty lavish, classic young man,
Wash away with sins and doubt what lost and fair to me.
With swollen eyes and bitter tears you find it hard to see.
But keep close my heart for feathered foes as angles are the worst.
I can't help but to fall for you,I'd wait until the end of time to see if you are the one I've needed,For wanting someone means you could live without them,My world slows down when you're around,The screaming thoughts turn to silence when you say
<p> Potato,Potato,Po-tato/ Everyday, Every hour/ Licking Potatoes /In the shower /Potatoes are smexy /Potatoes are fine /You wanna lick potatoes?
To just visit you at homeis equivalent to nothing
When you became the earthand grew within trees
When your breath was the windstirring the leaves
To look through those eyes
What’s the use of lacrimating hallow tearsthat spill over past and future worries?Past and Future have gone astray,despite your dismayhave you forgotten? Past never was and future will never be,
Moon shineSun shineweave through the linesthat divide and marginwhat we interpret as realityonly what is tangible and experienced but what of the invisible?
dear girl who lives in the flat faced house, thank you for letting me walk you home, you're a sweet person. dear boy who lives in the cul-de-sac, the boy who lives in the fourth house on the left, the boy by the basketball courts, and the boy who
i'm sorry if this doesn't make sense, this is what is on my mind(and this is parts I wrote a week ago)and I'm sorry that I wrote this poem on the car ride back to my house instead of paying attention to the road It's a beautiful night and my best
She came into class and sat next to mewith sad eyesshe was trying to hideso the whole world couldn't seethe tears running down her face.It wasn't my placeto ask her what was wrong or if she was okay
Staring up at the midnight sky,
hear the quiet passing by.
We can't get those thoughts out of our head,
so we keep them in until we are dead.
Twinkling stars that are shining so bright,
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Where the fair winds of spring blow by
The sky is yellow and the air is light
On that second, the world was mine
Then the thorns went right through me
Our youth is young and fleeting
Burned on lined papers
Galloping through heavy winds
Like a spring leaf freshly flown
Twisting and darkening
On its way down
We set fire to ourselves
Join me here, my love
In the place where flowers grow
Side by side, let us stand, my love
And take one last final bow
Where the grass grows green
And the sky blooms blue
Right now,
I can see it every time I open my eyes.
Murder. Rape. Suicide.
So used to the weight on our shoulders,
we think nothing of these heavy boulders.
And right now,
On an island all alone you say?
Do you want me to decay?
A companion is all I want,
I didn't even as for a restaurant.
Sad and alone is what you think I'll be?
I wish I was a tree.
Jesus!
I wish I was the sound the sea makes when no one is watching
I wish I was the pigeon you saw in sitting on a telephone line when you were seven and thought it was a hawk.
Oh my god!
This pen is perfect
I really don't know why I love it so much
It's purple and green, which is an odd combination
I have no idea how the ink hasn't run out by now
I've had it for two years
I say the words of nothing, locked inside my heart.
Cents is not to be made, sense is not to be had
I'm sorry if I have confused you,
I confused myself first.
I guess I'm saying that I don't care what you think
She recuperates,
Deserts fly,
Away cries the vast ceiling bat,
Shatter my climbing dark vision,
"Don't forget!" Says the graveman,
I'm never always alone,
Always alone,
Like unturned gardens,
My familiar voyage pretends,
Courage if you dare,
She falls asleep,
My life is in steps,
And I blow through the seething cold,
I am unto you,
My thoughts are sinful.
I am sinful.
Yes I believe in god.
Does sin really have that much of a connection with god?
drop the pen that doesnt write
kill the sun that doesnt shine
eat the melted chocolate cone
Compromising ment
Lips creating a soft dent
For our love is sent.
Message delivered
Warm embrace makes me shiver
But the cold feels good.
I'll use the kindness,
I know, I might, have within
Although beauty isn't skin deep,
I can smell your bones rotting within
How bitter, how cruel?
Your deviouness is brewing inside of you
I am whoever they say I am
It is unfair to let a person judge themselves.
It is the world who shapes us without filters.
We sit here studying books all on our shelves.
Writing just to admire my handwriting is selfish
So what? I don't really care.
My friends say I should keep a diary,
My thoughts? I don't have time to share.
Chunky, Munchy, Crunchy,
Peanut Butter or Chocolate Chip,
It can be Thick, Thin or Crumbly,
Its what Everyone like to eat.
It could be round or squared,
Sometimes Big or sometimes small;
Everything beautiful is either immensely frail or immensely strong.
Memories, frozen in time, lasting one second. Lasting a thousand seconds. They are beautiful because they are so fleeting in our minds.
Do you know?
Do you really know?
Do you ever really know?
Who you are
Or who your friend may be?
On the outside maybe
on the inside perhaps never
hidden secrets...
dark past...
Your upraised so high, and I am so low
I upraise you so high, each and every day
Each night I lower you down, like a show
We complete this task, even in the gray
I collect playbills
and rarely view them again.
Materialism?
Snow lands on my glove
yet I feel the sensation
on my fingers. Why?
Good behavior is
up to interpretation
Icy finger tips extended outward, should I?
Should I take ahold of such gentle masculine palms
drawn out towards me and bring them to my chest so heartedly?...but instead
I look downward, afraid to meet your profound gaze
Who am I? That's a loaded question.
We are all dense individuals, filled like an overflowing dam with ideas, experiences and contexts.
Instant Gratification is ruing our nation,
but this information is on a need to know basis.
I DO THINGS FOR OTHER PEOPLE
JUST TO MAKE THEM SMILE
OR LAUGH
BUT DEEP INSIDE I KNOW IM NOT HAPPY
I PUT UP A FAKE SMILE ALMOST EVERYDAY
MY FAKE SMILE MAKES ME FEEL WEAK AND WEAKER
Thinking, thinking, what am I thinking?I can feel my eyelids close as I continue blinking.
Heart pounding, face flushed
a crushing headache bum-rushed
Breath ragged, star-crush
the holy theme of hush hush
*DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED*
This is gonna be offensive
Im makin this up now
Freestylin like a badass
Let's see what I say now.
Mr. Clock, why are you so mean?
Every time I'm havin fun time flees,
Yet every time I am unhappy you won't leave.
Mr. Clock, your hands are evil,
They control me in every way.
What makes me, me?
Is it the way I comb my hair, my brains and beauty, or the shoes i wear on my feet?
What makes me any different from you? Is it because i'm so kind
Do you ever think about one situation & how one little detail could've changed everything?
They say money doesn't grow on trees,
And I never argued
For I have never seen Benjamin,
Ulysses,
Andrew,
Alexander,
Abraham,
Nor George
Sway, fleetly, from branch to ground.
I took the wrong turn
Lost on the way to words
Now I'm running in a circle
Can't seem to get off track
3rd lap, 4th lap, 5th lap
Metaphors all recycled and reused and reduced
My poetry's a plastic cup
THE REALITY OF THE WORLD
by Kevinia P.
Why is the World so harsh, and so cold?
Pacing, my current state is erased, new slate, new face, new plate, the old ways I negate, but oh how they linger, oh how they carry on, can one truly declare that their past has gone.
I woke up with the thought of you,
When it asked me when you'll return,
I smiled and said but were through,
It said well tell him to make a u-turn,
I told you he doesn't want anything to do with you,
How could he just break my heart and not give me a reason.
Could it be the month? or maybe the season?
How could he make me feel like I’m trash?
When darkness takes over,
Our nightmares come to life.
Who's time will end next?
A mere roll of the dice.
Fate is a religion for those who hate chance.
But be it random or precise,
Fella hella fine
could thy conceive to be Mine?
I’ll just wait here then.
Potato, potato, How I love thee!
Doth thee love me?
So many things that we could be
.
Rambling, brambling,
Preambling and meandering
The blush rises through sunrise
Diamonds flow like UFO beams on
Shining luminescent rabbits.
Shush. Can you hear that?
Cognitively
Not where I should be
Feelin' crazy
Not lookin' like me
Mental pictures
Leavin' me unsure
Disturbing thoughts
Have gotten me caught
Deletion.
Every single one gone.
The memories are fading away.
No way of looking back into the past.
No young faces nothing but a faded thought.
Deleted forever, what once was is now gone.
They are the people, they are the crew,
They are the ones who might scare you,
They don't play no same games,
That's why no one knows their names,
Happy
What Is It?
They say Its money
They say Its not money
What is Happy?
They say Its family
They say its marriage
What is Happy?
Is it light?
Is it dark?
I can't explain the things that I'm feeling right now
My mind, my body, my soul are being bombarded with poisenous thoughts
I'm being ripped apart into a million little pieces
I’ve known you for a while now
You and I are close friends
We’re best friends
I’ve noticed how you have changed from a sad little girl into a mature young woman
People made fun of you
They hurt you
Shh. They can't hear you.
Shh. You can't talk about that.
Shh. What will everyone think?
Shh. No! Ring the alarm, bang the pots, scream out loud!
It's always a good time for a drink.
Drank
Drunk
Easy girls and wasted guys make it all the much easier to point a finger blaming a solo cup of bubbles and warm beer.
We all have problems
So who are you to come at me
Did you ever think that there could be a possibility that i understand
In spite of what you have come to "know"
We are the same, having a bad day
No one sees, no one speaks, no one listens to the mind of the weak.
not here, not there, nor anywhere can this heart bear this pain.
I cant breathe.
I cant get past. This emotion, this judgment
Inspiration, that imperial feeling toward yourself, to express yourself, while addressing yourself with the things you do to the people who see only to judge, judge, judge you for your rights or w
You do not have to shimmer to be gold
Look at Frida Kahlo, in all of her glory
People look at her, unibrow and all
And she is well known and liked
She didn't pluck, wax, or tweeze
The question that repeats in most minds that asscioate with me, tends to get rather tiring. "WHY DO YOU LIKE TO WRITE SO MUCH?" " I like to write because it helps me." *que questionble face and they walk away and talk about me and ask others if I
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Believe To Achieve
To Beleive You Must Achieve
Over Come Fears And Regrets
Stress Or Non-Stress
Drowned by outgrown adulthood,
haikus wither to dull-inked veins that curl and
snap
under pressure of another member laid to rest.
Like bones, syllables line the ground,
curling
bending as
Though you see me as the one with personality so strong
I feel as if I've misguided and told you wrong
Aspirations and dreams have constantly filled my head
And though I get weary I won't tap out until my last breath
He said yo midget but I kept on walking
little did he know I went home and cried myself to sleep
It doesn't make sense,
how someone so young,
Would hate themselves so much
And feel so unloved.
We pay respect to the dead,
But why not to the living?
Why do we only care,
All I wanna do is play,
But I'm watching the days pass away,
And although you don't give me toys to chew,
Master I will always love you,
You walk in the door and I'm happy,
Strings attached
Playing puppeteer with nimble fingers and old, vivid nightmares
I'm your puppet darling
Strings attached
Center with each, individual, socket
The smell of the wet earth after it rains.
The sounds of voices singing a song that my hero wrote.
The sight of street art on the passing trains.
The taste of whiskey right before it burns my throat.
None can teach a heart how to love
But some will learn how to love someone.
When the right wind flies across,
Always there will be buds which falls.
" Oh that's mine" - one said
Words cannot express the emotion in my body
Like the rush of water crashing into the rocks
My aspiration to talk is shadowed by humility
Clinching my fists and shuttering in fear
My mind has an emotion that feeds of my heart
For what I feel it expresses in words
It is not scripted to what it must be
But simply just wright's from what my heart tells thee
It dances to life with creativity
Social Media
Facebook -
Making a page that will deliberately describe what I want to say.
who knows who I am, it screams from within
the monster about to unleash unknown by the world
lost within, unable to come out
It's tired of the dark it needs it needs to come out
I come from a family that didn't have much
Seems like each day the road would get tough
The rain would never let up but through it all I kept my head up
Because i new one day there would be a blue sky
Patches of light in a vast darkness
I call them thoughts.
Flicker in, flicker out.
Jump from one to the next
Afraid of the emptiness between
Where am I going?
We live in a world where society rules most of us
We create groups to isolate our selfs from larger crowds
We figure that if we stay away from the people who try and change us then we cant be changed
Writin' this for Power Poetry,
Hopin' that they notice me,
And I hope to see this scholarship,
Cause man these loans,
They make me sick,
Emptied pockets,
Dirt on the flowers
Smudges on the mirror
Scars on a face
Not all as they appear
Some turn and run
Others point and jeer
For what's on the outside
Is all there is to cheer
It's 12:10am as i write this
my darling insomnia fueling my abyss
feeling cool and calm as music fills the air
though as calm as i feel i can't ignore my thoughts
the thoughts that i can't bear
They call me 2 chairs
Alls i get is deep stares
Feelin like im commonly confused
Full of knowledge
I received
Rooted deep in earth
I didn’t have to travel
I am the inner cup
Half full kind of tree
I listen to remember
Listen to the wind
Who carries stories
Black and White, for some that is all there is
the stark constrast of good and bad,
right and wrong, rich and poor, thick and thin.
What ever happened to gray?
to shade, to shadow,
The streets are empty.
Life turns shallow this time of night.
The stop lights continue to change,
but there is no one around.
The beauty of it remains,
but the sadness takes shape.
I think about you every now and then
You're not my friend
No you're too akward, even to pretend
I guess it's whatever
So shy and sweet, until she crys and you're not there to sweep her off her feet.
What is life?
Living in a country where freedom is the key
Yet, being told what to do till you die
Being expected to be perfect
Being expected to become rich
Yet, you get critizied by the color of you skin
I just want someone who will be simply content by my side. Someone smart and funny. Who will be happy having me, flaws and all.
Black darkness.
1:34 a.m.
Thinking of you: Good morning.
I miss you.
But then
I remembger you have embarked on a journey
that I am no longer part of.
But still -
Good morning.
You live to be loved,
but what is there to love
when so many are
wanting to survive
and do not have
the heart to stop
and think - if they were
to love, it'd be okay,
It'd be okay.
I remember how much it hurt,
I recall the betral,
I can still feel the pain.
The hurt of your smiles, smiling
as if everything's the same.
I saw it coming,
I just never got around
They come and go,
as they always do.
Some linger
longer than others.
And yet others
still are
oblivious.
But who can blame
human nature?
Stay detached.
Lost of air...
that's the feeling.
Loss of heart, and
the loss of care.
It's the loss of the part
you used to hold,
the loss of the feelings
you thought you had shared,
It was 'mutual'.
You fill my veins
with poison, you
drive my mind insane,
It's you who leave me
unwanted, my soul
so filled with pain.
I try to walk away, forget you,
I try to never look backm
I didn't mean to fall in love,
like how you didn't mean to
say goodbye,
Like how you didn't mean to find another,
another perhaps better than I.
I didn't mean to fall in love,
love
love is a distinguished feeling
a true feeling it can be imagined
but better when experienced
love is pure love is kind
love is found in the deepest barriers
love is unexpected love is bright
What is Love?
Is it fair?
When one loves someone,
yet the other doesn't care.
Is love a war?
Is love a fight?
Is love worth all those sleepless nights?
Can't you see words hurt?
Does it make you feel better?
When you say hateful things,
Or put others down for your comfort.
Others have feelings too,
times where we want to be done.
You know the feeling...
The one where you swear you could fly when you're around that one person
yes that one of course....love
it is painful yet we seem to go through that pain again and again
why?
why are all these girls actin rachet,back in the day we were actin classy,but know its all about who got the biggest ass,you know .......... i liked the people in the past
When I was five I was asked Roberto, what do you want to be?
What do you see your self being when you're older?
You never know what the future will bring you
nor do you know who
will be there when you wake,
life is a game of risks and chances
the real question is
how do we handle the grasp of it
I don't wanna go no where
I just want to stay right here
feel the love is this room
and only feel it with you
se your smile so bright
and the glow in your eyes
I see my forever
I asked you if you needed help and Luckily I came just in time.
Next thing you know we were watching movies, cuddling, and talking it up after nine.
I find it impossible
To tell the world you love somebody
Until you truly know
The color of their eyes
And I don't mean
The generic
Birth certificate answer
Her eyes are not blue
My pen gliding against the paper
Drawing out my words
A voice thats unknown,
A desire to be heard
Music, art, writing,
A mind full of words,
A voice of meaning,
And the hatred of lying
A religion based on the belief that god exists in writing, pouring your life onto paper to recieve enlightenment to a place so inviting.
To forget...To love...To heal
Love cannot be earned nor learn
I am thankful that you never left
But it's time for you to go
Smile just like the way you used to smile with me
I sit on a windowsill, cup in hand.
The cup is attached to a four hundred mile-long string
that if its path was traced would lead to your hands,
A three year old said "i love my mommy"A six year old said "i love my toys"But, what is love?A 1en year old said "i love my friends"A fifteen year old said "i love him"
My dream is my job
Where I get to travel and creat and invent
Oh, no, no ,no, child
They say
No, you must get a job that makes money
Singers make money
And they do what I love
The insanity drives me gradually,
Until I'm forced to wonder,
What is the source of this?
Could it truly be that, which I
A small, naive girl
Affectionatly call love?
Can that which
One, Two, Three, Four,
are you eager for it's shore?
The pale face rises into night,
soldiers stand watch with eyes of glimmer and shine.
we stand watch on the woods of our sailors
A sad girl
Who's been heartbroken
and left to soak in
her own tears.
Left to drown without any support
in her own fears.
We come to You with all the right intentions,
But the moment we set off they burn to pieces.
And it's only now that I realize,
Just how far I've fallen from You.
In Your spotlight, I become convicted,
i look back and see the pain you brought me i must forgive you in order to move on. just another chapter in my life that beginning with a brighter start. we learn to forget only if we forgive.
Yelling at me 24/7,
complaining when you don't have your way,
calling me names when you feel like it,
think you're the king on the throne,
I wait until it's sucked in like helium.
I lay in the sun with lemonade,
run till' im soaked inthe rain,
dance with no rhythm,
and I eat what pleases my taste buds.
My friends said: "How does she do it?"
I replied: "you'll never know untill"...
dewdrops of God's tears,
don't you feel sad?
wash away the mask on your face,
and release the truth within.
I said: I don't wan't to cry for my sins.
can't you see her eyes?
like a caramello down on gumdrop lane,
I succumb to your sweet treats.
Hair as icing on a birthday cake,
guess I'm lucky.
Body as full as a lucious apple,
Sway with my boulders and broad shoulders,
swiftly as trees and as good as bees,
you and me should be a team.
Footsteps like rocks but attractive as tater tots.
Whether it's the arch of my back,
Ever thought of me tot?
maybe if I bicker and tinker and be a stinker
you'll tot on my thought you spotted pot.
Dare ya to try and out smart my thought!
Used like a toy for laughs,
abused till' the brain stews,
left as an abandoned child.
Why do this to me dear?
Art relates to me.
Art is the creative skill and imagination presented to the world.
Every stroke of paint an artist adds on a canvas,
every stitch a designer puts in a piece of clothing
At First is was all smiles and Hi's
Shy looks away
Trying not to get caught looking anyway
Confusion, fear of rejection
I’ve never felt like this before, though
So how do I know how I feel?
Life is unfair
The adults all preach it
But it takes so long for you to believe it
You ride the waves
Until the board breaks
It is horrible that I've developed you into
Some sort of enemy that did me wrong.
It is horrible that I've developed you into
Some sort of monster that crushed me.
Pitter Patter little dropsfall upon such hard rockspitter patter little man does all that he himself canhe goes to work, he never swearshe never gets promoted only misses it by a few hairs
I hit you up on the phone.
For once you're alone.
Invite you to the parade,
despite our world being gray.
Have you wrapped around my finger,
except I don't.
What is the idea that started this all?
The one that broke the glass?
The width of a smile is proportionate
To the woman's disconsolate heart
I was taken at once
You never knew what would come
You let me float away
Flying on your diamond tears
You never knew
I am not there
I am not anywhere for you
They took me at once
Unicorns and rainbows are all one might need,Jumping and laughing with uncontainable glee.Some could never imagine the wonder of these,Sitting in a meadow as happy as could be
Screw them.
Screw them and their conformity
I am beautiful
I am beautiful despite the bump on my nose
I am beautiful despite the acne on my temple
It falls
and breaks
Into a song of phoenix.
A crumpled paper underfoot,
Silver squids in the fleeing tree.
Shoes on cats, one two three,
The ironic title of a Trichotillomaniac is one not filled with pride,
More like anxiety
Which is the quite ironic part considering the fact that
That is all that the disorder is
Who cares, I don't
I just want to go home.
Who pays attention to this stuff anyway.
Wait, it's what, no way.
You what, can't be.
Oh, well it's over.
I walked a mile to high school everyday.
I sat for six hours.
I learned about subjects
that I didn't care about.
When school was over
I walked a mile home
and spent my own time
doing more work.
Competition in this generation marks the determination of
H.I.P.H.O.P
We will be those who carry insanity
I take some ranch
and
pour it on
a chocolate
chip cookie.
I pick it up
and took a bite.
MMMMM!
Taste super
duper good.
I took another bite
and want to take
I lay my head down and think of my day
Memories of you are put on display
I try to sleep but my heart is racing
Thoughts of you keep my mind always pacing
I'm dreaming of your arms around my waist
The thoughts of running myself into a car, or wrapping myself around a tree
is automatically followed by that of apathy
and then sorrow for even thinking of putting that kind of weight on my parents
I think of you everyday
hoping that you are okay.
Wondering if you think of me,
if you even remember me.
Standing here all alone, thinking alone.
I think of that smile that made me smile,
How could you have possibly known that I was a ticking time bomb?
Not even I knew it.
The sadness, and brewing of mismixed chemicals in my brain had overstayed their welcome
Came out in a form of tears and burns.
What Do You MEAN I'm Suspended?
Im not allowed to say that in class?
Im not allowed to say that thinking about taking my life isn't me being a coward but instead you being inconsiderate?
What is the meaning of telling me I am beautiful, if all you see is the outside?
People do not buy houses strictly because of what the outside entails.
How
am I supposed to focus on all the good in life when I am ever so
Numb
like the scars on my wrist, the ones that never made it past my skin
Frantic
Addicted to organization
through words, throughout your thoughts
Addicted " to a certain kind of sadness"
within your fears and your doubts
Addicted to the words that bring you up
Lyrics so enchanting I tremble
Beat so good I shake it
My brain
My thoughts
Coincide
With my withdrawals
Especially if I have the withal
Or the guts
Or the truth
Or the tenacity
It’s interesting to think about congruence.Two of the same down to the last detail.There is a novelty to this that is just out of my grasp.I fear I will always be slightly obtuse.Angles all wrong.
It's 1:41 am
I am still awake
The room is so lonely
I can only shake
Where are your two strong arms
beautiful hands to hold mine
Bring me into the safe, warm
Your phone is so old, so last year, not cool anymore.
That dress you are wearing is so last season.
You haven't post anything on Facebook yet.
The video you tweeted is so old I already seen it, not funny anymore.
Demon eyes looking into my darkest fears. Looking through to my anatomy. I may be scared, but I'm strong enough to fight. Demon eyes can't hurt me anymore.
The people who are reading this
might be wondering why I write
People don’t see me as a poet,
But I still like to try.
I’ve written quite a few silly poems
at the amusement of my friends.
You are more than:
a weight
an age
a name
a race
a gender
or a stereotype
You are you
in a world of them
You have a future
You have a past
And I was just wondering if you saw it too
The green bile behind all these smiles
Coming up up up
Starting up up up
A turn of a key, a lift of a hand;
A motley assortment both bland and grand,
so often concealed in black beneath black,
revealed in the light of the widening crack.
Blank document,
is the best way
to describe my mind
as this very moment.
Disconnect this USB,
full of confusing thoughts,
to calm down this process
i have going on
Hi you, Van this is.
I love swimming, don’t you do.
Also I love random stuff
Like poem-ing while cooking
Like screaming while tasting
Cause it tastes so good
Asian food, a healthy way.
You probably have many friends
And don't want to be bothered
By a friend of friends
Who you may not know well.
Well, if you want to see
The finest side of me,
Which warms like sunlights
It’s a nice hot summer day
You’re going on a family trip
That is two hundred miles away
You don’t want you mom to flip
So you chose to not say a word
You thirst, but do you dare take a sip?
My faith is corrupt, it's nothing but doubt.
Everything you promised became a lie; a way out.
Dreams are for those who can believe no doubt.
I can't say I'm one, belief was something I never could retrieve; a way out.
Everytime I go to tell you what's on my mind I lose control.
I feel so much emotions in my heart, mind, body and soul.
But for some reason I don't know how to let the truth unfold.
love me or hate me, I don’t care.
When everyone left me hope was the only thing I had to spare.
I always hear people sayin “life ain’t fair.”
But that’s a blasphemous nightmare.
You don't where I come from
You don't know what I've been through
You don't know how many nights I
Stayed up crying for you
You just think this is a game
But you're the one to realy blame
