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Dear little one it will be okay
Inhale, rest, and be still
Just take life day-by-day
Don’t think about life in black, white, and grey
You go every morning
Your warmth leaves my bedside
Our hands part each morning
But I know you love me.
You come home late
For you, I'll wait awake
No matter what it may be
Warm kisses
The kind that make my face flush
In the dim light of evening
During the brisk of Autumn
Soft touches
Once upon a time
There sat a dock in Naples
Here was a girl born a guy
And she rested on the maple
The year is twenty-seventeen
The time of day is dusk
Beneath the water lays a gleam
The "land of the free" made a slave out of me
My people chained body and mind
While they "progress" we get left behind
We try to find our nitch, but are too dark for them to make room
Blue sea, blue skyEagles, flying highA nation so greatI could not wait For its influence is so greatYou may askWhy I have no hateI will stand proud and sayBecause I live in the USA
in my america, i’ve found that
there’s a darkness in it.
it’s grown darker these past few months;
it’s breaking apart at the seams
My year in a poem, a few
sentences, a few stanzas,
seemed, seems impossible
but nothing is impossible.
So here I go, here it is.
It all started with who I could be,
Will you return to me, Boomerang I throw
Away from me in anticipation.
Of your quick return I have yet to know,
But it shall to the unfortunate one.
Facing the dark forest of no return,
My life is traveling to the predictable destination
of debt and disappointment.
Trying to go to college with no money to pay for it,
getting email after forsaken email about
Am I the same?
No, of course not.
I've changed and battled
Become much better.
I've faced my share of struggles
my demons and my fears.
But I come out even stronger
emerging from my tears.
Living on this Earth I realized life can be tough,
I try my best to overcome obstacles, but sometimes my "best" isn't enough.
I try to remain positive and tell myself I'll prevail,
On this island I am stranded, with nothing but my thoughts
Knowing back home, my love misses me a lot
So I wait and I wait and I wait some more
So I decide to open the book, and then await for help
Give me a pen to flourish and nourish
To allow my mind to grow and explode
For words to escape my mind's gate
I want to know
Will you give me a pen?
What I require is
What most people desire
Not power or absolute control
But hope
That is all I need
Oh, my trusty knife,
How you are helpful to me.
Keeping me alive for life,
Helping me with life.
Oh, my trusty knife!
You help me make things,
You help me keep me protected.
Staring into my reflection is a daunting one
I see a girl with too much mascara,
that she liberally applied to impress people who couldn’t care less
I see a girl with a broken smile
Many people love math and to that I ask why.
We learn about math and try not to cry.
We hear about math and try not to sleep.
However math has roots that grow deep.
It starts with Newton, oh what a guy
Though not a poem in its natural vein,I expect my dream job not to be in vain.Something where I can be myselfBut probably also build a few shelves.Yes my dream job lies in architecture
You walk in the door and start yelling at me
The accident wasn't my fault, I had to pee
I look at you with love in my eyes
And wonder what I did wrong this time
You see you left me all alone
Listening to your Whopper of a lessonCopying notes from the King
Why I write.
I write because I feel the words in my blood
Twisting and turning underneath my skin, begging to be let out onto paper
To tell a story, to express a feeling, to let go of my grief or defuse my anger.
If I did love If I did love
it would be so glorious
so clumsy on a spring afternoon
as Shakespeare
or Keats
as a ungraceful trip
caught merely by chance
Sometimes I wonder
What happened
On June nineteeth, 'ninety-five -
The day before my birth.
Before I opened my eyes
Before I took my first breath of fresh air
Before I touched the world with tiny fingers
