Scholarship Slam
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When I met you felt like yesterday
Even when we stop,
I still can't break away
Heart beats heavy everytime I think about your face
Each thought. A heart digger.
Crashing down. Burning.
Thoughts break. Reform.
The weight of a single stop.
No mercy in the silence.
On sunny days,
They could be seen on the roadsides
Under the sun rays
On which their full skin shines
Like the morning stars
Their piercing eyes begging for food
Searching like scavengers
You said you'd never leave
you held my heart to keep
and I promised to never look back
and to never shed a tear
to never open up my wounds
nevee to live in fear.
You took my hand and held it tight,
Bounce, bounce, breathe....
Swish
Like a language of its own, we feel the orange ball
An extension of our own bodies, a part of our being
For our dreams are filled with wonder of movement
Greatness is not uniform My spirit is untouched though the people that surround me speak otherwise. Greatness is not uniform The accolades those who came before me achieved were told to be unattainable on the path I set out to walk. Greatness is n
When I am more seed than harvest,
More clay vessel than flowing nectar,
Both waif and water witch,
In this beginning , Brahma created a cataclysm.
The pyroclastic ash shrank from the consumption of darkness.
Downward they fell,
Much too daunting, it swathed my soul like my mother’s black sari. Even now,
as we speak, I’m threading
a darkness you’re destined to unravel,
Through inked pain
turned to catharsis.
Each word, a step towards
Questions asked
not for calculation,
Tora Bora is not what the girl had imagined. Late fall, the elds
are cropped to stubble, the Himalayas already rust and smoke. The trees
must have flamed here from drone strikes but she’s
Memory mothered me. my father married a bloom.
Bloom theory: twin stems branching like thriving arteries.
Artery action means I appreciate you more within proximity.
seething moon
I am on the bed again
in that quiet
type of ache, serpentine
wallowing, wanting
to die. No, not quite
I chuckle with the speed of a leather ball, exchanging divinity with lads I'll bid adieu. Our tongues roll idioms across the table as if we trace our lineage, dissecting a sunflower's remains with our sight:
Freedom
The freedom of my world
Is the hate from our hearts
Its as dim as a rainy day
Its as blunt as a burning fire
the old house sits on top of the old hill
and when the winds howl in the deep of night
the floorboards respond with shrieks of their own
My father was young
My mother, younger
They had a song they sung
Forever in love for sure
That’s what they thought
The Wind Is
the wind is blue
the wind who cools
the wind shoves
the wind braids my hair
the wind tangles my hair
the wind blows my tears away
The silence of twilight
Never seemed so intense.
The old lady whistled
Through her bloodstained lips,
Grinning at the cup
Placed near her husband.
The aroma was his addiction
But now the coffee
How could I have been so stupid, while I was soo young?
I cut you off and I feel like shit, and for a decision that was made at the mere age of 17, was it the right one?
When the endless laughter fades, I’ll be out of time.
Day by day, I fear the loss of my precious time.
These cherished memories will all flee from my desperate grasp,
if I were to discover Gold-
the beginning remains a riddle.
possibly panning in a river,
but this seems overly naïve.
how would I find a product so precious-
As the lingering leaves begin to brown,
As the whistling wind grows colder,
Autumn approaches clad in a gown
With Summer's sweet breath
Upon her barren shoulder.
As the dawn fades down to dusk,
So as it turns out,
I love tomatoes now
And I drink wine on Monday nights
Even though I’m not allowed
So as it turns out,
You weren’t far off
When you told me at some point
So what do you suppose,
when you finally see her naked?
Will her skin thrill you so?
Will your eyes attach to her falling robe?
Will it all be worth your while
“Were not really strangers”
So then what are we?
Were like the venom in a snake bite
Or the poison in ivy
Were a broken mirror
A sad song
A cry for help
A conversation that ran too long
I sit at my cafeteria table surrounded by many but feeling alone.
I look out upon the place that is supposed to be happy and fair, instead
I see girls that drink iced coffee for every meal,
The Ocean screamed; spasming
As the ship sailed surely through Her waters
Pompous boatmen spent the whole sun damning,
Her ears with whispers of their slaughters.
Once, in the beginning, Mother Earth was vibrant,
Her children newly born, mewling, clumsy things
Soft pink hands scrubbing at bright, new eyes
Stumbling through survival.
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
We heard the news January of ’18.
Tears burned my face as the pain entered my heart.
It was not a happy day; it was not a pretty scene.
A new, difficult journey was just beginning to start.
I wake up as the sun is rising; I feel the same and it’s not surprising.
Another morning, bright and early, in bed there I lay—
Time to go to school, I know, a place where we should “learn and grow.”
I wake up as the sun is rising; I feel the same and it’s not surprising.
Another morning, bright and early, in bed there I lay—
Time to go to school, I know, a place where we should “learn and grow.”
You can't see it, but its there.
My body flares with rage.
My thoughts start to race, like sixteen lane highway but everyone is going one way.
Numbness and tingling is what I feel in my legs and hands.
There she stood with the world on her shoulders
With tears of Jupiter
She feels unwanted,Misused, and misunderstood
She stands strong with her wounds
She is a soul they never knew
Home is the intersection
of man and god --
the existing and the created --
the past and the future.
It's the air we breathe
and whats in it.
It's the blood in our veins
I miss waking up and
seeing nothing but blue in the sky.
I miss waking up and
seeing birds flying high.
Smoke and smog fill the air
Imagine all the people living life in peace.
Everything is equal,
There's no need for any retreat.
My love,
Here is one truth about me
I still have bruises on my consciousness and
I don’t know how you reached through my ribcage
And left hickies on my lungs.
Forgive me, Father, for tonight I have dreamed
In my dream, I took the girl
Into my mouth and her skin
Was warm, not like a viper lyin’
Day one
Ordinary routine sweeps evenly through all jungle’s of concrete
It’s comfort fulfilled when snuggled into its tedious mold
the outdoors were in sound normalcy
The benevolent smiles that I see...
The generous words that I come to hear.
But what forecomes when I turn my back?
I can feel the piercing gazes filled with envy.
Insults coming from those who spoke to me in awe.
And he said, go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And, behold, the Lord passed by… - 1 Kings 19:11a
First came a hurricane,
swelling and unearthing the sea’s bed.
Bureaucratic liars hand out commands
Empty-headed sheep obey
Free-thinkers get shot by men in blue
The blood and tears that built the land are the same ones still hitting this sand
As I lay on the floor of this desert of oppression
thirsting for equality, my words making no connection
Dear Atalanta,
Trust not the envious witches
or the conceited gods.
Dear Atalanta,
Listen not to the impatient kings
or the misogonist men.
Dear Atalanta,
Fear not the savage man-horses
The way is well-worn with guardrails on the sides.
I wonder what would happen if I just walked off
And explored on my own.
But I don’t.
Men should be able to make laws about women
Women should be able to make laws about men
We should all have the same respect for each other and try to understand each other
My mom always said I had thunder thighs so I grew up my whole childhood squishing my thighs and looking at hers and my sisters and seeing that I had the biggest thighs. I did have thunder thighs.
The ac and the lights would go out every so often. It was light enough outside that we could see. It got darker when we went under bridges. I wanted him here to hold me.
Ignorance is bliss. I was ignorant about myself. I hadn't realized how much I’d grown. I hadn't realized how much boys were staring. Until one of them asked for pictures. Asked if I took clothes off. I liked him and I thought he liked me.
One of the fondest memories that I have and hold dear to my heart was when I used to go to school in Berkeley.
Hidden in the woods;
The sun is going down now.
Shadows closing in;
The sun is going down now.
The soft wind blows in the trees;
Sleep soundly, my love.
Please remember this song and
Wouldn't let me be
And you broke my heart
My friends had warned me;
I should have known from the start.
But now I'm setting you free,
I'm doing my part.
Can't bother me anymore;
Shadows everywhere,
Cast all around us.
We're never truly alone.
I have never been afraid of the dark.
I always felt at home there.
It's strange, isn't it?
Feelings of calm and
Clear, crystal, and blue
With a hint of gray and gold
And small specks of green.
Those eyes have loved, those eyes have
Lost. Those eyes endure
And hope for a better day.
Those eyes have strength and
Wake up to the sun rise
Ready for any surprise
I look into the mirror
And the shame reaches my eyes
People say the mirrors lie
The water's smooth and peaceful;
The fireflies stars, tonight,
And the moon glows serenly above me.
I lay in the grass, wind fanning my face;
The sky is midnight, velvet.
I am a troublemaker;
You've always known that.
If I told you different, I'd be a faker.
So just know know that I won't be your doormat.
Im alone like i've been (trapped) since
Birth
Trying 2 unhearth my purpose in the d
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The night is dark, the moon is full,
The howl of wolf, the moan of ghoul.
For this night will be scary to thee,
The kiss of vampire, the scream of banshee.
For this is the night, Oh that Night!
Everyday I'm seeing life through my black eyes,
Watching black lives fade away into the next life.
My chest, tight
It really burns because it's not right,
My brothers and sisters die daily and I do not fight.
Zany, by defintion
Means amusingly
Unconventional
And idiosyncratic,
Which means peculiar and
Distinctive, and/or unique.
You pronounce 'Zany,' zay-knee,
Not zah-knee, like that one song,
I may come across as a
Stubborn, competitive, and
Argumentative person,
But I'm just fighting
For what I want, so...
The world is an immensely
Competitive place,
I have big plans for myself,
And anyone who decides
To become competition
Will promptly get squashed.
I know what I want
And there's little I won't do
To those in my way
Honestly, people. Come on.
No-one is better than anyone else.
We all have something
That makes us special.
It's our differences that
Make us beautiful.
How boring would it be if
We love and we hate,
We hug and we fight,
But we come back togther
Because we know what's really important:
Stay at home and wear our masks,
Keep our distance and
Still stay connected,
They shake their heads when I have "too much hope" for the world.
I give people the benefit of the doubt.
I try to believe that everyone has some good in them.
They just say, "If only you knew."
In a world full of ruin,
Only the strong will survive.
Not just the strong in build;
Strong in mind, strong in heart, and strong in soul.
There will be sacrifices to be made,
Your silence speaks louder than words
What happens today changes tomorrow
Speak on injustice, rise like songbirds
Your recent post, you put on a good show
Covid is destroying our country
TikTok is in; that and Instagram posts
Funny cat videos and K-pop
BTS, Blackpink, and Seventeen
Ten-year-olds with YouTube accounts
You are always on my mind,
I can't stop thinking of you.
I miss you when you are gone;
I just need you here with me.
I just want you here with me,
Always and forever.
Moments pass us by;
They only exist now in memory,
Like footsteps in the wet sand,
Wiped out by the tide.
Memories are so precious;
Keep them close to you.
They are all that remind us
Never be afraid to be who you are.
You are beautiful,
And you are so smart.
You are brave and true,
And you are unbreakable.
Never question your self-worth.
Whoever says different
Just when I think I'm over
You, you appear in my dreams.
The dreams are so vivid that
When I wake, I wake confused.
In my dreams, we're still in love.
In my dreams, I feel your touch.
You're hard on me 'cause you care,
But I wish you'd be more fair.
My hurt may turn to anger;
I may take it out on you.
I hear you say things
You would normally,
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.
Why are you always asking questions about me?
I'm broken-hearted, babe, but you just break me more.
Can't you see I've no control?
Don't tell me you'd die for me. Don't you dare lie to me.
We are the generation
In which the world has
Placed its trust onto.
We are the future.
They've been saying this
Since we were only children.
It's all up to us.
The darkness envelopes me,
Wrapping its arms around me.
It hushes my cries,
And wipes the tears from my eyes.
"Shh... I am right here,"
It whispers, quiet, in my ear.
Long time, no see.
I heard when I left, you threw a party.
I heard that nobody came.
Time sure flies by.
But now that I'm back, you want me again.
Sorry to burst your bubble;
I long for some love,
I long for some fulfillment.
You're so selfish, you
Won't even give it to me.
Why do you treat me like this?
Why are you so cruel?
All I ever do is love you, but you
Wish you'd notice me,
Wish you feel for me.
Tell me, what did I ever do to you
To make you act this way, boy?
"It's not you, it's me?"
Well, I call bullshit;
I've never had the best of luck in love.
When I am lonely,
Or need someone to talk to,
I know you are there.
You really try your best to understand;
We always come up with a solution.
You get mad at me,
I get mad at you,
Can't help what I feel;
It's the way I am, I guess.
I am what I am.
I want to be good,
I want to be - DO better,
But I can't help it.
What even is right or wrong?
I woke up from a memory
A haunting nightmare that still sits on my mind
Like a bird clinging to its perch.
I woke up with imaginary bruises
In every place I can remember your painful touch
What would my mother say?
What could she do?
If she new her daughter felt this way?
Empty in her shoes
I wonder if I tried
If my soul could abide
To become more worthy
Of my parents pride
Look at her
Her stupid painted toe nails
Dumb gold necklaces
Dangling from her thin neck
Her melanin skin glows beneath the sun's rays
When i discovered you
i was hysterical
wasn't sure if i was capable to love or provide
Long nights i prayed
Long nights i cryed
Feeling like my life shattered
what an mistake i created
Pain eating at my flesh like flesh eating Vulcher
Screaming out LORD please stop the pain I can't bare this pain
Heart is racing
sweat is falling like bullets from my body
Freeze or i will shoot
Breath or i will shoot
you thought you were free
well think again
You are wrapped in your own sin
Your skin
I dislike you but
I'm not sure why i don't like you
Four walls,no lights, boarded windows,no sound
sitting and crying out your name
Do you hear me Jesus Do you hear me
Jesus do you feel my pain
Walls are down
Heart is open
ready to reciprocate genuine love
Have no fear but move with cautions
Not here to harm im here to heal
Kiss with passion you shall feel
Walking in my shorts on my tippy toes,
6 in the morning, abuelo where are you?
I sneak in kitchen, he's not there
Momma says, "darling wait he'll be back"
I take a deep breath, dance around some more,
Pollution is killing our mother,
It makes me what to shutter,
It makes me want to cringe,
When I go to Bradford Beach and I spot a syringe,
It makes me so pissed when I see plastic within,
Why can't you see underneath my skin ?
Why can't you see that I am human?
Why can't you see that I have rights?
Why can't you see that I can do anything that you can do?
There is beauty in the river as it flows
The trees whistling in the wind
Running, I keep going
Why isn't anyone else here?
It's only me
Why does it just feel so right?
"Growin' like a Baoba tree" and I look down at my feet
That walked the African soil as a child
Running around carefree
"Motherland drip on me" and the memories roll in
of the Congolese sun shinning
What happened that night? I still don't comprehend.
From my therapy sessions to my wet, sweat-filled sheets in the middle of the night, and haunted slithering dreams. I couldn’t breathe.
I still don't know.
Shine bright in your home sized jail
Wailing out for change
Change the president
A president who refuses to comfort
They say it’s all make believe
But they believe a president who is two inches tall
All while evading the truth
Disobedience,
An intolerable act
Defiance,
The tactic of a child
Turned into a beautiful form of crying, screaming, or yelling.
I ditched my Dolls
Worked hard to get Here
Had to Climb some Walls
Some built from Fear
Making Family Proud
I WILL be the First
Have them all Wowed
Try to Avoid the Worst
He left Trolli on the floor,
and cheese; fries; boxes; and fork
He does this so often its like a:
Habit
He wont pick them up,
Sometimes he cant,
Sometimes he can.
They announced the first case of COVID-19.
It won’t affect me for I’m a teen,
I’m ok.
My body’s young, immunity strong
I never stay sick for long.
Where is my home, the place where I was free?
Where all I knew was games, and laughs, and joy.
Where golden rice was swaying with the breeze;
A paddy-playground for each girl and boy.
Shots fired, sirens in the air filling everyone's head.
Breaths are getting harder to take and tears getting harder to hold.
The unfinished life of an innocent man, remains a mystery,
his life now just history.
i am caged
caged with a body that does not know that beyond exists
bound by a p*ssy and a breast
guarded by the crescent
and as my mind runs free
looking for a place to rest
A new born baby
Sheds so many tears
Until his mother hugs him
To take away his fears
A toddler now in pre-school
Sheds ten tears a day
Stubs his foot sometimes
His mother hugs him
Illuminated brilliance
casted by the sun.
Stretching their arms
like bars on a cell.
Black as the Earth underneath,
and empty as the sky.
Entrapping me in tendrils of Shadow,
The future is mine.
With the present stress,
I promise it will be fine,
In the future I see success.
Now is the time to start,
As a New Yorker, it was a usual day as the rest.
Meeting with clients, and ordering calls was all he had to stress.
Mr. Dittmar did not expect the worst attack to come
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?
Love, sometimes i hate you
My doubts of loving someone
Keeps me closed because sometimes
I never realize what i got because
The people have done me wrong in the past
I want to go to Target
but the Mayors on the TV
says he won't let me out
so I sit at home and pout
The Amazon guy visits my house like two times a day
I got nothing else to do so I just order stuff and pay
I was the kid from another country.
Not once,
But twice.
And I still am.
I was the kid with a different accent.
What is normal here, is different there
And different here, normal there.
Your fire burns lowBut there's so much to show in your embersYou've been my rock, slowly faded to dust as far back as I rememberWhy do you take the liesBottle things up insideYears have gone by
Have you ever wanted something more than oxygen?More than the very thing that sustains life?It’s ironic yet demandingA paradox of epic proportions and yet, it seems reasonable in your mind
N- 95 left and right, yet they are not even wearing it right
nurses and doctors fighting to help while people scream in their faces
DO SOMETHING
theres nothing left to do but wait...
Poor Kardashians, they make headlines in the news
The infamous mom, Kris Jenner, their queen
Middle daughter Kim K is pregnant with the future president’s son, but that is a snooze
What is love?
Love is hard to conceptualize.
The type of love I am describing is the one that makes you smile at the sight of them.
I blew into your life like a hurricaneand you tore through minelike an earthquakeboth of us the unexpected I whisked apart everything you knew blew through all your certainty your safety your sanity your security I uprooted everything you thought
She wandered to the marketin a flowery dress and bowthe man she thought was dead appearedwith a fine new girl in tow.A little down and lifeless nowinstead she sought to findsome sympathy in fictiona writer with her mind.
We're six feet apart
Some would say
but in my heart
it was only yesterday
when we truimphed and buzzed
about what our lives would portray
all the beautiful news
of another good day
We're six feet apart
Some would say
but in my heart
it was only yesterday
when we truimphed and buzzed
about what our lives would portray
all the beautiful news
of another good day
It’s your birthday today
You are at work and I’m at school
We’re far apart, but you’re close to my heart
I love you, so I shout hurray
What are days past
if not tombstones
how do i sculpt tribute
with these nothing hands
nobody cares about ghosts until they are salable
until they are stories
what it must feel like to be a story
I feel her heart getting colder
I reach for her hand
Searching to feel her love
She pushes me away
There is so much weight on my shoulder
You have only known me while I grew up in a closet,
I feel like I’m alone, having no one to hold my hand,
No one to comfort me, or to tell me “I promise it’s going to get better!”,
When I’m looking back,
I feel I’m about to have a panic attack,
Memories are everywhere,
I went to the spot where she first said she loved me.
There a man smoked.A couple loudly arguing.Somehow, I still felt the same.
What is love but the autumn trees,
Falling with the winter breeze.
What is love but the anti-hate
That brings out the best in all who wait.
I give my heart to the essence of love,
How many times did I break your windows to make this hole a door
You've got a lot of broken glass
take a class for a better job
so you can buy us more
Her next challenge is flooding right in front of her
And the rough stones tremble underneath her feet
The trail I walk is
Well-traveled, yet familiar to none.
Clouds can creep in, inviting
Unwelcome storms
From every direction, heard
And felt
Deep inside me.
Mother sits alone in her room.
She cries for her daughters.
She cries for her husband.
She cries for herself.
Her sobs muffled by her acetone laced sleeves,
Its raining, I'm dreaming, of being with someone. Or is it just the music clouding my mind, And my tears resulting from the lightning and downpour coming at this time.
In deep like ten feet, trying to stay afloat on a moat that separates you and the feeling of being free.
Black boy
Black boy
With little red truck toy
Growing up alright boy
Mama and daddy’s own joy
Falling for the man’s ploy
Every day.
Push, pull. Push, pull. Poof!
We didn’t see dad again.
Somebody said because he’s too mean.
"With God all Things are Possible"
Here lays the anchoring words of my life and destiny.
As riches to the poor
As food to the hungry
As strength to the weak
As courage to the brave
Eyes closed
curled up
in the corner,
crying
her hand on my shoulder
she told me
open your eyes
take this world on
it’s just your size.
Eyes closed
curled up
in the corner,
crying
her hand on my shoulder
she told me
open your eyes
take this world on
it’s just your size.
It starts normal, an uneasy but a usual feeling,
as the earth spins a bit longer I begin to feel the excitement.
Meeting with familiar faces, the air seems fresh.
Inspiration is found in a mother of two
Who finds herself with bills that are overdue
Voices in her head wishing that he chose to stay
On white glass
she mimicks my movements
her form is angular,
turgid, carved from ivory
and recarved, crudely this time
Reflected back to me
on muslin in oil
her form is round and soft
Inspiration comes in moments of power,
morning, night, or at any hour.
When I am in control,
the whole world is on patrol.
I hold fate in one hand.
An outsider can't understand.
I know you seemy eyes light upwhen I’m with you
I know you hearmy joyous laughwhen we’re together
There is nothingI love more,
nothingthat gives me comfort
When I feel stuck
The wheels don’t turn
The fire doesn’t burn
And I yearn for that
Burst of light
That spark, that shine
The fire
This inspiration
It floats around in my head
Like thoughts on a train
It sits on a log
And thinks for a little while
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
There's a certain point where feelings kick in,They hit you harder than a right hook,It messes with you in the end.A thought that you have, and the action that comes,Determines what you had done.A feel is not real, but it's thought, Because I'm st
I open a book.
I am in a grand castle
Surrounded by lords and ladies, jesters and kings
I hear the rustle of my ball gown
There is prejudice still living in the veins of this countryIt seeps in and taints like poisoned blood manifesting into senseless body bags from killers corrupted by ignoranceYour hatred is a disease
The man In the sky shines so bright he makes
everything in the dark come to light
The man In the sky sits so high he controls
everything from the sky
This man in the sky we can't see but I feel his
Inspiration comes in exotic waves.
The biggest wave that crashes onto me is how people admit to their flaws.
Tears may fall,
and bodies might shake.
But being brave is what is most inspiring.
Silence screams throughout the day
Children weep as others play
the screaming silence never decays
the silence is never acknowledged.
not even seen as if it is there
a steady scream still fills the air.
Her hand grazed my skin. “Please, be calm my child.”
Serenity plagued each of my senses.
Flames from the fire grabbed at my shoeless feet.
Yet, I was the happiest I have been.
Mother looked sadly into my green eyes.
Calculus, how I love your derivatives,It makes my life everything but privative,It solves the most common difficult question man could ask,Why? Next is the Integral, a brave fight betweenLeibniz and Newton, the unstoppable force against the immova
Michigan land of fresh water
Nature’s power evident
People’s impact relevant
Throwing off the balance, why?
Muskegon seeing PFAS in supply
Lead pipes forcing Flint to toil
Oh how beautiful mother nature creates
how beautiful her creation blooms
she feels my heart with love and rain
she loves and cherishes me and you
pushing for us to grow and leave the dirt
Your movements mimic something alike no other.
Oh, how effortless, nimble and gentle they are.
This is nothing solely gifted from your mother,
your radiance is your own blazing star.
3 perfect nights spent with you.
holding you in my arms, it felt like it would never end.
so unreal, almost like you could view it on the big screen
in every theatre in town.
the touch, the kisses, the hugs
3 perfect nights spent with you.
holding you in my arms, it felt like it would never end.
so unreal, almost like you could view it on the big screen
in every theatre in town.
the touch, the kisses, the hugs
It doesn't have an army, but it has strength to stand
Against all tyranny that would harm our land.
The things I noticed when I first saw you:
Your eyes are deep and bare the touch of embers.
Your nose, the perfect width and length
Tingly, sensation running through my body
Excitement coursing in my veins
The unknown is everything before me
What has passed sets a foundation for today
Desire to Inspire?
Who wouldn't be...
with the sun in your face
and your shining bright eyes,
I can't help but laugh that
you and me
get to conquer the world.
My Breath...
I can never seem to catch it.
My head... it hurts
Why?
Its over.
I'm alright and he's away so it's supposed to be alright.
But why do I still cry?
Why am I afraid?
A symbol of humor and comforting words,
Of an enormous Lego collection and a well-kept goatee;
Glasses and work boots smelling of earth;
Making truffles on Christmas;
I'll never know, not until
I reach Heaven. I will take these
words from God and keep them in a pocket
next to my heart,
calling them my saving grace:
Do not be afraid.
LGBTQ+ Rights
The time for people to stop.
Should be now.
Aren't we all equal?
Aren't we all human like you?
Can't we all get along?
A desire to inspire
the desire to make change
the desire to change attitudes
we can't stay the same.
My desire to inspire comes from within.
I got some inspiration from the people who've helped me win.
My death was warm.
I took no last breath; rather, my breath was an orchestra playing the final diminuendo of a piece.
Science is an interesting concept,
One wished to be understood by many.
Though not always easy to accept,
Science has explained plenty.
Inspiration, for me
comes from the ink carved squiggles
of the written word.
Never before has anything
been more beautiful
there is color
and there is nature
to each their own
a different sight
to each their own
a different plight.
when sad and gloomy
look towards the horizon
Cacophony, Corrosion
“I revel.
When the bone cracks, I snarl.
When the metal shrieks, I squeal.
When teeth crunch, I savor.
that summer,
the lights reflect in the parking lot puddles,
warm nights and ice cream,
ferris wheels under cotton candy sunsets.
i dream so wide and fast
that summer,
the lights reflect in the parking lot puddles,
warm nights and ice cream,
ferris wheels under cotton candy sunsets.
i dream so wide and fast
Education is key to maturing the mind.
Without it, all of mankind
Would be hopelessly blind,
A swift movement of her hand
the booming tone of her voice
there was no doubt about it
she indeed loved what she did
Every day I am with hope
And each day it leaves.
Challenges stand as walls, defiant
At glance, beyond twinkling alignment
But I reach.
You weren’t one to bring roses for me
You said diamonds cant compare to my eyes
You claim you were blind but that now you see
Like crystal waters I saw through your lies
I cut my hair for you
That was not enough
Gave you my voice and time
Was not pleased with that either
You trapped me with unimaginable thoughts
You took me out of my prime
Leaving childhood, and growing into a man.
Now heading to college is the plan.
I’ll enjoy my new life and be my own fan.
Making wise choices, I know I can.
Oh how fast adulthood began!
Eat dessert or drink sugary coffee but don’t guilt yourself into working off those calories.
Bake the cakes with your loving mom as the sunset spills its colors in the messy kitchen
I may be young but I am tall
I may be tall but I am sensitive
I may be sensitive but I am a football player
I may be a football player with a tough shell but I soft on the inside
This hair is auburn with golden strands.
This hair has waves,
like the ocean on a hot summer day.
A Journey
Embarked on
In the early dawn of life
At first guiding
By loving hands
Teaching hands
The soft creak of a bed
And the give of a mattress—
A time and place where the day learned to die
And we are left alone
Our sanctuary, our haven,
Passion
All around us
Different within each and every person
But it makes you feel and act a certain way
It motivates, challenges, and inspires
Often, it is uncontrollable and effortless
I see people everyday in New York.
Each and everyone one of them has a story.
Business suits rushing to get to a meeting.
Construction workers drilling away.
Cross guards whistling away.
I see people everyday in New York.
Each and everyone one of them has a story.
Business suits rushing to get to a meeting.
Construction workers drilling away.
Cross guards whistling away.
What did I do…
What do I do
What on earth did I get myself into?
What will happen to all the days that weren’t too bad?
But it’s okay, I’ve won all the fights that I’ve ever had...
Which was one *RING*
From the bottom to the top
From the ground to nonstop
By the grace of God
By the pace of lard
Slow and easy
Bitter but pleasing
you're not the same person that you used to be.
and you take comfort in the fact that no,
you're not the same person and
she felt things more colorful than the things you feel,
and sometimes those colors,
you're not the same person that you used to be.
and you take comfort in the fact that no,
you're not the same person and
she felt things more colorful than the things you feel,
and sometimes those colors,
1995, the war has ended, a family with a three year old little girl
A family that looks as it has seen dark nights and even darker days
A family that had survived a genocide in the 19th century
The day was vivid and I was alive
Fields of flowers with the absence of bugs
For once, nature was not the unknown
Dogs and cats were the best of friends
Isn’t it funny? What you may ask. Well, isn’t is funny how selfish the human race is. Yes, yes, I know I’m a human too, bummer.
I fell in love with a language of movement
So I went to college with the little I knew.
But it was not easy, I needed some improvement.
After a while, I found friends with the same interest too.
this is the intermittent calm present between the moments of unbridled chaos the whirring of a fan, resonates, a meditation while birds sing outside the window
Thirteen years old, home
alone.
My eyes begin to blur
Screen after screen after screen after
Click.
I’ve found something,
The other person.
We know them all.
The ones who fight,
But rarely fall.
The ones who succeed,
But rarely ever bleed.
Those are the ones that inspire me.
The ones who give and give and give.
Toil and trouble, that's the American Way
Land a good job, one that will pay
Forget your passions, your desires, your truth
Don't stray from the path, don't be uncouth
How did we get here?
shoulders, shoulders that pierce my prerifrials
your love always felt conditional
I cant stop it like a kid who discovers twitter for the first time
I wonder who's out there,
I wonder what they believe,
In beautiful cultures
Of those that are unseen.
When someone asks me, "What inspires you?"
I think about space and all the amazing things there are. Do you?
Supernovas, black holes, gas giants, and dwarf planets.
Trees looming over me
Wysokie drzewa nadchodzą się nade mną
They stare
I patrza
Like a predator about to descend on prey
dry eyes
aching hearts
make it stop
aching souls
prayers and thoughts
make it stop
too fast
last week he spoke to me
fear pervades sorrow pervades loneliness pervades
I didn’t know what to say when I first met you.
I got swallowed by your dark brown eyes,
completely and utterly consumed by how spunky and soulful they were.
I forgot how to breathe-
What inspires me, you may ask
Well, it starts with laughing babies
They not know what laughing is
But they still find joy in the simplest things
It is animals looking up at their companions with such love
I am from Spices
From paintings and pictures
I am from the blissful hospitality
(welcoming, adaptable,
What inspires me most is life itself
theres so much life in life
birds chirping in the morning
it just brings me peace
the sunset is so beautiful
it brings me ease
there's so much more than work
I need you.
I believe I need you
You're all I need.
You are my sun in the gray sky
You are my happiness in my depression
You are the best in a bad situaction.
I need you.
Every once in a while
the mind runs dry.
It sometimes makes you cry.
But seeing others strive
makes me yearn to thrive.
It brings a monsoon
to my resourceful moon.
When the faucet is stuck and ideas can't get through,
I flip my mind around and see the world new,
Then inspiration flows in an ocean blue.
my hands and feet could touch either sides of the walls now
so i bent my knees and elbows
i twisted and turned on the cold floor
body struggling to find a comfortable spot
face hidden by the shadows
In the midst of the garage rubble
I see you.
I hold your cold form and remember
The warmth in which I played
Around the room where she
where You once
lived.
I trace the scratches on your side
“Effervescent!' said I, “thing of ghost.”
Back into my memories bewitching
And so it came gently murmuring
Haunting - haunting - haunting!
love is patient,
love is kind,
love is stressful,
love is challenging,
love will drag you to hell and back,
love will make you angry,
My beautiful Dog inspired me
With her big brown eyes and slowly graying muzzle
She taught me cunning, snatching away food right out of my hand
Her determination to catch squirrels too fast for her aging legs
This is not just a poem to me.
It's a future letter to my future me.
I wish for them to know..how much so the things they do right now
Really truly matter.
One step.
Some glide across a plain
Others prepare to conquer mountains
Some see a wall reaching the heavens
Real world problems, I wish to solve.
Thoughts go through my mind.
And I'm inspired,
By the current issues, need somebody to solve 'em.
Why does it take 12 hours to cross the pacific?
“I was taught that the way of progress was neither swift nor easy.” - Marie Curie
The ability to overestimate my capabilities, I
Can’t believe I’m here again, what was
the calm of it all-
sun across the grass, filters through the trees
heat radiating up from the sidewalk as i sit silent,
and observe.
my legs are indented with the bumps of the ground
Open your eyes
What do you see?
I see black
I knew the light was bright, yet it was dark
How could I see if my eyes have no spark
Parvine, A name that means strength, courage, and grace. A celestial soul, she lives in the stars. Raised in Iran, A country where the inferior were female. Beauty was a sin, the women must wear veils. Parvine,Fought with a hard fist, Her hands he
There she stands without a trace of fear
Yet my heart flutters when she trots near
Such a beautiful animal but without knowing how
Possessing a noble power that’ll make anyone bow
From a young age my memory has been a blur,
I tend to have memories here and there,
In all my memories there is always you,
Your voice,
Your smile,
Your wise words,
I met a headless fox to-day
in a field of fog and endless dream,
when day discovers dusk and
sun seeks solace;
she spoke to me,
in ghastly golden chimes
'please come no nearer' and I
the city, the suit, the job
were the pieces I needed
in a world dominated by men
whose job was incomplete without
Intriguing. Fascinating. Inspiring.
Ruffling your brown curls through the wind.
A glance to the side,
Did you see me?
You drive me to look better.
Enamoring. Perfect. Exhilarating.
I was simply
made
in fire
hand crafted
by the powers that be
by the power and hands that were meant to rock me
simply made
to be
a victim of my circumstances
simply made
I had friends.
Many of them were cool
but eventually they became too cool
The Perks
of being a wallflower I read
this book made me feel
not so
alone
I wasn't alone, mentally
You've seen me before.
I recognize you...
But you're different now.
So
different.
I wonder if you are the same.
I wonder how much you changed.
But for now,
stay.
- Inspiration
I heard of hope.
It means forgiving the people who left without saying goodbye.
It means cherishing the good memories
And acknowledging the unpleasant ones.
I fell for you like the rain;
Gradually and slowly in almost an intricate pattern.
Where the drops are unnoticeable and cease to affect the worlds balanced ways.
I didn’t know you,
and then I did.
I didn’t see you,
and then I did.
From miles apart across the nation,
To pushing each other
the grass here is scorched.
weak and frail,
snapping under the will
of even the mildest wind.
the edges of each of the blades are just that;
Golden,
Is the sky and all around.
Golden,
the reflection in the pond of which I've always known.
Golden,
The shine of a perfect day to simply be...
Golden.
People say "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger"
If this were true, kids wouldn't cut lines
Innocent lives are worth so much more
You locked yourself in the bathroom
Lying on the floor when I broke through
Just pick yourself up, dust yourself off
people say it's not that hard
I'm going under theres no one to save me
I preternd i'm okay
Lord make me a rainbow
I'll shine down on my mother
The power of law
A judge sitting in front of a court room
A man on trial from a prior conviction
A conviction that was wrong.
The man was trying to save her life
But instead was the one put in jail
Putting our family always above themsleves
Adapting to the challenges that always come our way
Running on no sleep and giving their all
Excited for our accomplishments
Putting our family always above themsleves
Adapting to the challenges that always come our way
Running on no sleep and giving their all
Excited for our accomplishments
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.
What do you do?
When you have a piece of paper in front of you?
You could write down your feelings about today's young people.
and how brilliant they are becoming.
In a society where silence is golden.
The youth of today still need molding.
All I hear is silence and all I smell is fear.
Drive is essential.
The thirst for succes and change
Is quenched by hard work.
Qualifications
Help me reach my potential.
Pushing my limits.
Work ethic needed
I remember when I made you
I was scared to tell your grandma,
I didn't know what she'd do.
The whole thing was bitter sweet,
sometimes I wish I could go back and be as happy as I could be.
What have I learned
from my mental illnesses? I
have learned that there are people
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The blank paper sits in front of me.But Now, it's comforting.You see,I used to be put down by what I didn't understand.But Now, I puff out my chest when I stand.Now, I ask for help when I can. No more do I sit in boredom, bothered by what's out of
You are who you are
Nobody can change that.
Unless you give them that power,
define yourself, be unique.
Dont give someone the power to change who you are
Only you can change who you are inside
Let us travel to the fig tree. Inspect its fruits. Look past its leaves, for they try to conceal the stellar treasures. Squeeze each fruit to find the one that gives most. That fruit yields the utmost stimulating taste.
Trash meets my eye through my screen
Someday it will join that pile of trash;
People scream lies through their teeth
And walk on the heads of their competitors;
Honks from cars behind me to go faster
Sipping tea, curled up, adorned in blankets and fuzzy socks.
The steam from the tea keeps warm, as I listen to the wind.
Yesterday was Autum. Today a season changes.
We have seasons too.
When lights are out,
My mind just swirls
Thinking and thinking
I can change the world
Paper my platform
Writing my muse
I got a big heart my mind tries to abandon me;Paused in vanity panicking over the loss of my sanity;Saved by one nerve holding everything together substantially As a voice keeps rambling,I'll make you a deal if you hand it to me;Will I grow from t
I'm sick they say it's because I forgot to take my medicine;
I took too much at once it's got me diving in my head again;
Conversations work my voices got me thinking, now I'm red again
Gloomy skies crawling on miniscule lives,
Unwelcome guest brings back harsh guilts again.
Loops of vast bright light that it now deprives,
Shadows drag on across lifeless madmen.
Inspiration hits when I’m submerged in the deep blue ocean that some would call a bathroom.
Their walls coated in a seemingly endless blue,
A monotone mockery.
My inspiration...
My inspiration is living.
My inspiration is trying.
To look upon the road carved in the forest,
and walk the other way.
To take the journey nobody else has.
I am from the hard days where I had to suffer through my broken body, missing
the fun activities everyone else was apart of.
Across the beautiful Texas sky-- lies a stunning ribbon of colors.
With the falling sun comes a state of rebirth.
Gorgeous green pastures are scattered across our plains.
1776,this amendment was made
And we’re still paying the consequences today
It’s 2019, and were at 340 bodies totalled up a day
Can’t this gun war just go away
People work, people strive to grind. They get promotions and praises for what they do. They set an example to others wanting to be the same thing. Inspiration is what they carry out to people who witness their work.
Why do we stray so far into the evils that men do?
It is in a flash of lightning, so awesome and striking,
It is there before our eyes and then it bids adieu.
Our answer to the Devil's question is overdue.
It was fortold that He would be
The one who man kind would need
The one who crushed the head
Of the the serpent of deceit.
He would be despised and not esteemed
The Bottom inspires me.
The cold, lurking monsters in the
“real world”…
inspire me.
The pains and the aches in my body,
inspire me.
One day, I won’t feel,
won’t breath,
Behind closed doors,
In the darkest room,
Silent and invisible to many who pass,
And known by only one person,
It dripped black inside me,
The self-loathing and hatred reside stained my mind and soul;
People say
“Work harder!”
“Do your best!”
“Stop being so lazy!”
“Just do your work right!”
Why does it take me so long to get this done?
what is wrong with me sir?
“You have dyslexia.”
Tunes, however hard they try,Will always be inspiring.Never forget the comfy and assuasive tunes. Why would you think the euphony is unhappy?The euphony is the euphoric sound of all.Now distressed is just the thing,To get me wondering if the eupho
Our life is the World’s Geography
The Mountains are the obstacles and barriers in life that we have to climb and get over
When midnight rolls around, the lullabies stop.
And my head is pulled out of a fog.
I can breathe, I can think.
Swing left, swing right.
A sweatshirt, a tug on the window pane.
I met a stranger n the dark
We talked and talked, till sunrise come.
Together, we had a love spark
Glisten in his eyes made me numb.
Everything is alright with you,
Then I know this can be true.
Stubborn as it was,
My spine remained rigid
And alert.
Days passed by.
But it was not the days
That drew my curvature inward.
Nor was the curvature inward
The reason of my days.
Father says to fly to the sun,
To outstretch my arms and reach for fame
But be careful, he says, my son,
Because there is a deadly thing too terrible to name.
I think I want to walk and run
jump up and down
paint and create
eat so I wont feel bad
so much energy in my bones.
yet i stay in bed
cause im tired
what the hell.
I wanna change that..
Medusa,
With her sweet words and flaxen curls, soft skin and kind eyes,
Was beautiful, ethereal in her manner and dress, memorable in the minds of all who met her.
And this was her downfall.
Medusa Stop!
Leave her alone you know she'll never learn if you turn her to stone
Medusa Stop!
He loves you he just wanted to see how you'd react
Because you know that he didn't mean to hurt you
Let me tell you about myself
Well when I was small I thought you were lurking
I used to hid my possessions under my head so you can come to find me
I look through the broken glass of my being
just a thing for people to scream at without really seeing
I shake my mane to free the thoughts
a cowardly lion - it is what I am not
I look through the broken glass of my being
just a thing for people to scream at without really seeing
I shake my mane to free the thoughts
a cowardly lion - it is what I am not
Every story has a start but not every story has an end. It used to be known for people to disappear from Oaks Village, who would ever suspect something so gruesome from such a small and quiet town.
How toxic!
How scary!
She's nice, kind, and warm until you make her cry.
She'll be cold,
She'll be mean
and then she'll drown you in her lies.
How toxic!
How scary!
I'm the lightning thief
You look up into the sky
All the clouds are gone
What once was a bird of flames,
would now be a small, quiet, bird of a girl
Picked on and trampled down,
it would be as though she were made of water.
Little would anyone know,
Winter eyes cause wild storms.
Through the halls how they adore.
Fallen love and broken hearts
Hers is foam its blown apart.
In the light her beauty shines
To any other she could tell no lies
Sometimes I wish I still had you
You used to make me so happy
But then you went crazy
And now I find myself sappy
April is fair housing month
It’s April
but not all housing is fair:
The alley
The home that I’m living in
Surrounded by trash
A brush of foundation
paints over her spotted face,
a streak of contour
sharpens her too round cheeks
a stroke of eye shadow
brigthens her dull eyes as
a smear of lipstick
Lost in the surf he rode the waves and took the tides with him
Black and blue he withdrew and the light faded crimson
He had no heart yet in him grew the love for the ocean
walking through these halls feels like
stepping through the unknown
with the scent of sirens implying
dangers that i cannot pinpoint;
too fearful to talk to anyone in sight,
will they entrap me in their lies,
walking through these halls feels like
stepping through the unknown
with the scent of sirens implying
dangers that i cannot pinpoint;
too fearful to talk to anyone in sight,
will they entrap me in their lies,
Attacked on the steps of my own church,
I sought the guidance of god.
She granted me protection,
A shield turned weapon,
to turn the head of any attacker,
Pray thee, my friend
That you may never be caught
On Oslo’s streets
Alone
And Afraid
Beneath the full moon’s light
May the grand good Zeus have mercy on us,
Our souls are damned and destined to sin.
Send any help, we need you at this very moment,
The lightning burns within you so light up our world.
On the edge of a parapet
stands a young person
with nothing but
wings made of wax
and the boldness
to jump.
We were told as children
that the myth
always ends in tragedy.
"Ask me later"
I brush you off
"Leave me alone"
I slam my door
"Go away"
I turn my back
"Help me"
You quietly plead
"I can't do this"
Baby brother, don't you cry
Big sister's gonna shield you from her eyes
Baby brother, don't shed a tear
Big sister's not gonna let her near
Baby brother, don't be afraid
Angels have white feathers
And hearts made of gold
But they are stronger than anyone
And can stand up to be bold
But white feathers can turn black
And gold into jade
Strength can leave
Deserts trick one by sunshine all the time.
For all frozen beings,
deserts promise warmth.
Head in the direction when you wish to know,
what extremity feels like.
The one who resides in it,
hopes for oasis.
Let's talk about a character, Mischievous as can be,Makes emotions run wild,Keep reading and you'll see,
Wasn't raised by the gods
So I lowered myself
Give me some credit because I raised myself well
Give you some credit because you gave me hell
I grew from the ashes
I dont speak I yell
She is in the dying flowers and the burning trees
She is in the children who cry and plead
The animals who hunt and bleed
Earth in every form
Artemis, Diana
Vivi was a dancer
Tip, tippity tap
Her feet intricately skipped
As if she were communicating
Definitely a rebel, by all means
Indifferent to commands, will dance with your dreams
Ostracized to the misfits he deems
Not today this table, he's with everyone it seems
The lightning strikes on society,
Society split into two.
Zues’s bolt creates a divide that has never been so vast.
A divide bigger than Mount Olympus,
The lightning strikes on society,
Society split into two.
Zues’s bolt creates a divide that has never been so vast.
A divide bigger than Mount Olympus,
The video loads
Slower than a snail
But once it does,
You wish it hadn't
"Hey guys! It's me,
Apollo,
It’s always a constant battlefield
Not knowing what’s right from wrong
You say one thing
But mean the other
I take hold of your hand
When you care for someone it takes over
Your mind
Your body is no longer yours it falls victim to Your mind
When your play this Long Game it toys with Your mind
The mind of the young is bendable,
But the prize a child has to offer is not expandable.
Many children are told that life is what you make,
But are not told it is easier to break.
As you move
and as you rest
this chef stews
and paints the mess.
Winds her breath.
Rain's her tears.
When pain upsets,
you'll come to fear
her reign on waves
her lips were a bloody crimson, calling attention in the dim light of crowded dance floor.
[her dress was hellfire, scorching those who got too close]
her voice was soft, husky
her lips were a bloody crimson,calling attention in the dim lightof crowded dance floor. [her dress was hellfire, scorching those who got too close] her voice was soft, husky
One moment a dark room
Candles soothing
The next
A bright blinding bike ride
Sage burns
Clouds cover a multitude of eyes
Whispers can be heard for miles at a time
Fat rotting
I realize I am one of the lucky few
A love such as ours does not often stay true;
If my mother only knew where I was she would grieve
As if Hades stole my heart like a lowly thief;
The woman waits
As she picks up her knife
The woman waits
As she contemplates her life
The woman waits
She checks it again
The woman waits
Nothing happens, then
The woman waits
A day in December I stay home
with my grandmother by the fire, she tells me stories
My sister in school practices letters
slowly following each curve
My grandmother tells of Slaugh
The Norns are fear and ignorance and hate.
We kneel to them and so portend our fate.
Below the world, our refuse feeds the well
Of misery and pain by which they dwell.
Hercules was just a football player
Wanting to play the game
But his teacher had other things to say
She always gave him homework so he had to stay up late
He’d always finish his work though, man this guy is great
In the old stories that were written in Greece,
The best things come in three,
The three woman who controlled men’s fates,
One spun the thread of life,
Another measured the length,
The following was inspired by the classic myth of Icarus.
He had his youth, and Icarus wished,
To fly with the planes and big rocket ships.
But he was a boy, a being without wings,
10 lives near their end,
Saved to fight, as fate commences
Monsters forced outside a the link unmended
Soon they'll soar for their defences
The world's chorus changes everyday.
Its music evolves from its peak of before.
Yet only a select few are recognized for their tune.
Apollo, Apollo
Sunshine boy and
To those who know him dizzy dreamer
Tossled blonde hair that
Reflects little bits of light
Like crumpled candy wrappers
Dark under-eye circles sunk deep
As times change and myths are sculpted
we see the gods once reverred
move alongside humanity,
evolving and ever-adjusting
to our trends, culture, and norms.
Apollo, the god of
healing,
I am Art,
As one might see,
In your soul rests part of me.
Painting, writing, dance, and more,
From pastel flowers to bloody gore.
Hephaestus, Athena, Apollo,
Nuska, Kothar-wa-Khasis, Lono.
She's the midsummer's flowers,
The prolonged days hours.
My reason I search for an immortal diet
Just for a glimpse of her eternal souls quiet.
Never alone
never dispaire
because of her stone statues
everywhere,
every night
alway's a fright
Medusa's eyes
were such a sight
beautiful but bad
when she would look
A goddess is back from old ancient Greece to stir up some mischief all over the streets. Her name is Ate and she's not all that calm she's the life of the party unlike your mom. She will run around making a mess
While Hera warms her hearth,
While Poseidon defends his seas,
And Zeus sits upon his godly throne,
The unseen, the rich one, the reciever of many, Hades
After spending millennia bemoaning his lot in life
More, more, more gold in the safe,
I will be the richest one to ever live in this state,
Dare to touch the rock, it will shine in your hands,
After this fact, let's make a bank in the sands,
I sit on one side of the fenceHomelessThey are tearing it down, only to replace it with stronger materialI need to leaveI wish my husband could protect meThat drunk bastardI cross tonight.
***
She couldn’t look at her own reflection
Much less look at anyone else
“Well, you were drinking.”
“Boys will be boys.”
Alone in the dark, yet brave
Given the power, you've adapted and slaved.
to the hateful men, and the judgemental stares.
They've taken your innocence
And turned you into tears,
The babes of my breasts
have left the wombs of there mother's hollow and barren
In refusal of a world that no longer bears my fruit
Lover, that makes me stare
Ivory skin and ebony hair
Lover, forever fair
You have come and answered my prayer
Lover, that makes me stare
I can feel her
Here with me
Weeping on the floor
I feel her hand on my shoulder
Artemis wipes my tears
Hera holds my hand
The world is a haze
But they are clear
Long ago the Greeks had their gods and goddesses
Thought to be long forgotten to the sands of time
But they’re still very much alive.
Dethroned from Mount Olympus
Feeling power rushing through my veinseverything that happens lately makes me just insanewhen i punch an opponent he momentarily faintsundefeated barehand but also i have blades
Survival,
It’s what I know best.
It’s painful, and hard,
But also makes us stronger.
And most don’t know my story.
Oh, how Patroclus wished for a chance...
To be heard and to be glanced.
By no one else but Achilles, the strongest man on the field.
I look off into blinding light of the setting sun,
A star rising on the other end of the world-tree today,
Tomorrow, and the day after that again and again.
Sleipnir passes like floaters in sunrays of the blue sky
Good and evil,
Heaven and Nevaeh,
Amorous and grotesque,
Brother and brother,
Cousins alike,
Ares and Hephaestus.
They call me narcissus in psychology
My haters call me vain
Instagram says I'm famous
but the truth is all the same
They love me yet do not know me
Want me even as I walk away
Apollo the poet, Apollo the boy in school who always speaks in rhyme
Poseidon the boy in school who swims with the fishes but is never made fun of for it
Rapunzel Rapunzel,
Let down your hair
With a tight hold
She grips her golden locks
Yanking
Again and Again
Grasping a shard
Of broken mirror
Sawing mercilessly
To free herself.
I don’t really care anymore
I wanna get out of this place
Run off into space
If you haven’t noticed,
The sun shines well above them,
Bringing light and prosperity to those who work hard underneath;
After finishing their rest place, the people asked:
How can we rest, if there is no night?
Knowledge, oh knowledge, it is knowledge I seek
I went to a tree and hanged at its peak
To discover the runes my knowledge is deep
Knowledge, oh knowledge, it is knowledge I seek
They always say one wrong don’t make the right so this fight you can not win tryna get even playing dirty won’t help you win sometimes you gotta be the bigger person put that pride to the side what’s it gone hurt if we all out here livi
Medusa Medusa,
so cold and so stoned.
Medusa Medusa,
her slithering friends leave her never alone.
With each new lover, stiffer than the last,
And her Tinder profile full from swiping so fast.
Alone, I traverse the sky.
I have left my home beind,
the place of my birth.
I possess a power which no mere mortal cannot.
And with this power comes my duties,
my responsibilities.
Surya drives a convertible
That’s kind of flashy, but no one can tell
What color it really is. One moment
Red, the next green, it shimmers all the
Medusa watches longingly behind a set of lockers
staring at Poseidon
The captain of the swim team
The boy with the ocean blue eyes
The water gleams like valued crystals
Smells of sweet childhood
Their vulnerable forms watched over tirelessly
Protected by Mr. Kappa
Many moons ago, Prometheus, Olympian god of science
Crafted man from clay, and stole fire to please it
Zeus would torture him forever, but as he went east
To his doom, he crafted a new god, so be it
Rumple was a reasonable man,
yet his efforts weren't always greeted with an agreeable hand,
so in his business he decided to take
what he thought was the proper stake.
Yet he was lonely in his glass high rise,
She is endless
Every possibility
A woman free of time
Not granted that stability
Feared by some
Though others find tranquility
She is everything and nothing
Known for her changeability
Eris was always a troubled child.
Mama always told her she was built from
Chaos
Strife
And all things wild.
Born alone in the dark of the night,
To her dad already well and gone...
The mighty Titans were at war with the Olympians, the older generation versus the new; deities against the wide-eyed innocence of lives that have barely just begun; parents versus children, the divine and sacred who believe they know what is best
You see that donut, that cookie, that cake,
It seem delicious, though it’s pleasure is fake.
You hear a voice whisper in your ear,
”Just take it, my friend...” Ares is here.
He sweeps throught the streets.
Crazed children folllow after.
Enchanted by the beat.
Not fear, but laughter.
Yells, yowls, shouts, and screams.
Who wouldn't want ice cream?
As the vehicle rumbled up to the large, dark, intimidating iron gate, Perseus stepped out and onto the dusty soil below.
If you took
One look
At the staff of my school
You would think, hey this is pretty cool
Poseidon is our swim coach
He has a very direct approach
Stay underwater as long as you can
We are not made of stone. When will we learn that we cannot carve ourselves into perfect beings?
Dark masks that cover everything except the lips on the face.
Black face?
Or a ski mask either way we accept it but still are somehow amazed.
Clearly desginers do not want blacks wearing their brand.
He defied a god, they say.
That's his own mistake.
But he only ever did it
for his children's sake.
All he did was ask for a raise
to make sure the money left over was a little higher.
Medusa .com yes she's caught your eye
You're hypnotized and you don't know why.
She controls everything and has you in a trance
All of your friends are doing the stone-faced dance.
the day I was born and rudely introduced to what became life.
I came into the world without a name,
Without the contaminated heart of knowing the shame,
It’s was necessary for life to reveal to me it’s game,
What a sad comfort I find in the sound of the rain, not when it hits the window “of pain”but the secret whisper it hisses when it evaporates, knowing it will be back again.
She said she wanted to be my friend
that she wanted to protect e till the end.
But I came to realize her friendship was fiend.
Because her plaster saint yet warm protection came with a price.
Once there was a time
When I couldn’t walk
So I crawled
When I couldn't talk
So I babbled
When I couldn’t read
So I imagined
the world used to glow
the vibrant colors
the radiant smiles of strangers
the world still pure magic
Why was I in such a hurry to be where I am now
Thought my life would be figured out
But life had other plans
Why did I spend endless nights
Planning my life
When life had other plans
"Girl you grown now"
The weight of adulthood looms above me like a dark cloud in the
midst of an ominous storm
They tell me, "Girl you grown now"
Long days, long nights
The responsibility is all mine
Bills stacking as high as a kite
No end in sight
No more mommy by my side
I try my best to get by
When I was a kid, there were no worries
Growing up in this world is
Like metamorphosis.
Our small bodies evolve into five feet tall humans
I’m not an adult
I’m not a child
And I’m not a kid
I’m a teenager that takes on responsibility
That is all grown up
That has found the real me
There is so much that I want to say.
I should start off with that.
To understand life, growth, development, love..
Is overhwhelming... startling... it's a mind acrobat.
It all started out small
stopped being carried, stopped being innocent, stopped
everything stopped when it started to get going.
I was cut off from a chapter because my paged were torn out by society.
glow,grow, but first i had to go.
in order to grow i had to leave a glow, something i can only find once in a while
irreplacable, i now had a place to grow.
i grew mentally, i did not care for as much for physically.
I know people have fears, some people are scared of bugs such as bees or butterflies. Some people are horrified of heights. Others are petrified by planes and believe it or not frightened of their own feet.
I love you
for your foolishness, and your ability to give everything you have
the way that you eat everything in sight, and the absolute lack of sleep
the drive that keeps your world turning
is looking down
at the stupid cute eyes of a kid
wide with admiration and knowing
that you have to live up to the
cool big kid you are in their eyes.
Growing up
When I was young everyone around me called me a princess.
I wore the dresses, I had a kingdom, I was loved,
but most of all I waited for a prince to come.
Sinful freak,
Why must you choose this torturous path?
Forcing yourself
Into the wrong body,
eliciting the urge to tear away your own skin,
compelling your brain to despise
the flesh you were given.
A tale for which no man has ever told
A tale that in which is centuries old
Never before has it has seen the ligh
But now it sees and shines ever bright
sun filters through the window
a child plays
a phone rings
"hello?"
at the end of the line is Death
"she's
Gone"
my scream
still haunts me
“Slow down,” my mothers voice rang in my ears
I disregarded and tried to speed the merry go round to its limit
My hair floating through the air, free as the birds in the sky
Until it came to a stop
growing up is not the fairytale
i was led to believe it would be.
from a young age i was force-fed fables of fetching
prince charmings and sparkling
white horses and a pristine life
"Why do we need this
And why do we need that",
Doesn't she understand that I'd rather be fat,
I'd be in pure bliss
Only eating sweets,
You won't find brocolli on my receipts.
Is growing up like graduation,
A sudden change, an exclamation?
Or is it like radioactive decay,
As childhood wastes away?
Whatever the case may be,
What it is for you,
It will not be for me,
Saturday morning cartoons,
Walking to the donut shop with old pink walls and stale coffee,
Listening to my moms heart beat for me,
Staring at the sun,
Dancing with Britney Spears on tv,
Saturday morning cartoons,
Walking to the donut shop with old pink walls and stale coffee,
Listening to my moms heart beat for me,
Staring at the sun,
Dancing with Britney Spears on tv,
Hard Times Made Me Hard Body
I was young and aint nobody try me
people crazy the streets is getting sloppy
kids being grown aint nobody watching em
You see, where im from if you turn 18 it's a blessing
I try to speak but am never heard
Success as fleeting as the summer birds
Expectations ruined and I broken
Forgetting the promises once spoken
Slow and steady
Soft and sweet
Things are calm
And I'm calm
Focusing on the now
The future
The past
But things are catching up
Faster and faster
The difference between in gaming world and real world
Gaming start a epic or an awesome story of the main character
Reality you start of the path of struggling or a good start
A flashing of emerald trees fly by,
Rusty brick buildings move just as fast, racing the trees.
Sweat drips from a temple, down a neck,
Tangling with short streaky hair.
I feel like I had it rough
So it appears I'm like everyone
Who have had problems, but still act tough
I find peace in mind as I grow up
Getting merits like diplomas and such
To sneak down the stairs to check for an empty plate of cookies
To run to the playground and come inside to take a nap
Life is a lot like a boxing match
You get hit
You get knocked down
Bam
A punch, one after the other
And when you finally open your eyes you recognize your opponent
You're staring at yourself
Bam
When a girl is small, she thinks the world of her parents.
Her mother is the one that will do anything for her,
and her father is her keeper.
The relationships are strong and the love is recognized by strangers.
Oblivious to things that I may
have never seen
Clueless to those that didn't
speak for multiple reasons
Now as I approach this
New age and new season
I used to live in a place called childhood
With the air so warm and the sunshine bright
A dreamlike land that held no worries
A place designed for curiosity, wonder, and flight
Cry, Cry, Cry
That’s all you do
Cry, Cry, Cry
Until you know that it gets you nowhere
It shows weakness
You don’t get respect
So Cry, Cry, Cry
Until they make you stop.
Closing the cab door was the start
Walking across the stage made the mark
But where did the change come from?
My heart used to pound with anger
but now all I feel is the desire
How could I have fallen so deeply,
for a soul so phlegmatic now?
As you remain impervious
by the atrophy of our love,
if there’s a record for crying
my mom’s coming to take it
because my dad wants love
and what he has with my mother ain’t itthis is the man i looked up to
O beauty, stain my childhood.
Violate my young mind
with the unobtainable feats
that no girl can reach,
yet she will always die trying.
In youth, I never knew
My features are carried from
I am a seed sprouting in both infused unfertilized and fertilized soil
No one can really fathom the highest potential that I could achieve
Only after I, the seed, has proved to weather the storms and turmoil
I feel so much better
Better than before,
The hate I endured
Surely had no cure,
The way I looked
The way I spoke,
No one knows
The pain I took,
Amongst other things
A financial burden,
Times have changed
First, it was getting only myself ready
For the long days at school
Brushing my teeth and getting
My breakfast
oh, i’ve always known to clean the dryer filter after every load
I’ve always known how to fold
I’ve always known how to pee in a cup
But I’ve never really known how to grow up
WE...are those girls with colored faces
Walked those Carroll halls with bleeding patience
With the facade of confidence and assimilation
Lured the eyes of boys who
No More fairies in my room,
No More milk and cookies on the kitchen table,
No More nick at night,
No More waking up in my bed,
when I was five, I fell out of love when my parents divorced
when I was 7, I fell back in when I met a boy in the first grade
I fell in love when i was 12 with a band,
I suppose,
The moment I realized I wasn’t a kid anymore,
Went a little something like:
“you cant call out of work just because you’re sad”
My face planted firmly in a pillow,
it started when i was little.
no one believes me,
but
i remember.
i remember
the first moment i wasn't able to breathe,
the first time i thought about death,
I hated eating right and working out
Just the thought would make me pout.
Eventually my body could not take it,
At the age of 19 I felt it breaking.
I am the first,
I am terrified.
How do I know what to do if I am the first to do it?
The road is unpaved,
The path unwalked,
Unexplored.
I fear failure,
I fear it may becoming for me,
I looked outside the window. It wasn’t pretty or serene
Trees were bending, ducking for cover
and snow hit the ground with a scream.
Unsure, I asked, “Is this a blizzard?”
I looked outside the window. It wasn’t pretty or serene
Trees were bending, ducking for cover
and snow hit the ground with a scream.
Unsure, I asked, “Is this a blizzard?”
When grandma passed away
I wished for more time
Time to hold her frail hands in my hands
If only I had more time
For the past five years
I wished for more time
Time for the dead
In the beginning, things are simple.
Food, hold, change, sleep.
Development of the young mind growing curious,
an incubus of knowledge begging growth.
In the beginning, things are simple.
Food, hold, change, sleep.
Development of the young mind growing curious,
an incubus of knowledge begging growth.
As the sands of time fall
And collect in a mound
I stop and reflect
On the wisdom I've found
For every day is a lesson
A subject to learn
And by the end of the day
Priceless knowledge is earned
Beep! Beep! Beep!
My swollen eyes shot open I could not believe that this was happening
Just two weeks earlier my parents gave me news that flipped my childhood upside down
Frail bodyTiny bonesFleshlessIs ultimate.
Start small,Skip lunches2 meals a dayIs enough.
Self controlBreakfast uselessIf dinnerIs inevitable.
Today, St. Louis is a smudge of blue engulfed in the almost endless waves of red crashing over the midwest.
In her eyes everything is big and tall
Trees sway like giants
She notices every ladybug
Each crack in the side walk is a canyon
In my eyes everything is tiny and small
Letters on my keyboard
YouTube videos replace my creepy, old, Chemistry teacher.I can't keep up in French, and don't ask if I can understand: I can't.AP World History might put me to sleep in a coffin with all this stress.I'm much too anxious to be my old, creative sel
It wasn't supposed to end this way
Months have passed but I'm still in shock
I know I can't changed what happened that day
Still I wish you were around to knock
Seems like God said it was your time to go
The cry that pierced the cruel and gleaming night,
A sound that shook the world making it stop
Sharp, cutting through the chilling winds of the cold twilight,
I’m in a pickle
and I don’t know what to do.
I popped it, probably
Without even realizing I was covered in thorns
in a bubble.
Night and day they repeated this process
The rocky eggs died in gold-dust
And the chemical’s specific gravity traveled
Not six or seven times, but 360
i turned twenty last weekend and i can already feel my heart rotting
Ally Sheedy was right
that is not to say that i am an adult but still
because im scared too
i remember you told me when we were at K'OOK last Tuesday night
and i wanted to say
me too
I bury myself in multiple layers of clothing.
White jacket over white raincoat over white t-shirt over white lifevest.
The crowd can’t see me when I’m snuggled in all this fabric.
When I was young living was free,
I grew up and now there is a fee,
Chores were exciting and filled with glee,
All of a sudden now they are a necessity,
As a child my family supported me,
I remember the Cinderella dress and slipper shoes that I used to use
I would dazzle myself in jewels that would shine once the sun reflected onto it
I’ve wanted to be friends with Bella for so long
She’s blonde and her sense of humor is very strong
We’ve never been very close
But for many years that’s what I’ve wanted the most
Someone should have told me that my father would abandon me
Someone should have told me that there would be days that i'd go hungry
Someone should have told me that no one believes the 6 year old who cries rape
Someone should have told me that my father would abandon me
Someone should have told me that there would be days that i'd go hungry
Someone should have told me that no one believes the 6 year old who cries rape
Not long ago the growing pains started
The pains that broke the broken-hearted
The inevitable happened- I went blind
It was quite an experience at first
My vision went from bad to worse
Not long ago the growing pains started
The pains that broke the broken-hearted
The inevitable happened- I went blind
It was quite an experience at first
My vision went from bad to worse
The sense of divergent surroundings in her stomach was not a new one. In fact that wariness and excitement of the unknown had become more comfortable to her than any other feeling.
I was four when it happened. Locked in the bathroom, hugging and sobbing together while the police were outside trying to keep my parents from not being in the same room together.
Age crept up on me like a shadow slinking infrom an open window: light at first,growing larger and larger as the sun grewriper and redder behind the treetopsbeyond my apartment.
It's like when you first get on a roller coaster
you don't know what to expect but your strapped in.
Like you know going but you just don't know when.
you’re never around. you’re not in my life. so why’d you come over and ask if i’m alright?
From barbies to iphones,
From bare face to makeup,
From ignorance to education,
From spending my parents money to not wanting to spend $7 on a shirt,
I had to dig through my late night journals and old Tumblr posts,Then recovered those old songs, and unleashed all of our old ghosts.As I sat and listened to our songs, I remembered how much we’ve both changed.
Grow up. And/or glow-up. What a thing to say
What does that even mean, anyway?
Growing up. It's funny how I used to think
This phenomena was a thing
That wasn't happening to me.
For years and years I faced the sun
Till one day I was on the run
Scared and lonely with no place to go
Depressed and suicidal, I had no home
My petals were falling
My roots were failing
I realized that I was no longer a kid when “They” looked at me and did not express the glee, the glorious reflections that my parents “see” when they look at me.
Six, seven, eight, nine,
Growing up I would find
an interest in writing my own stories.
And those stories,
cheap imitations of novels I had read,
featured characters unlike me.
The day that I had finally felt old
Was the day that I stood up and said something bold.
When my father had said things, I knew to be wrong
Eventually I knew I shouldn’t play along.
As I sit I think about the times I messed up.
I'm so fortunate to never have an empty cup.
Day by day repeating the Lord's Prayer
Unlike those who were lost to the Slayer.
Realization
Strolling down the unfamiliar
Streets of Beverly
My family on our way
To the car
I am not to leave in
This morning I took a hike on a trail I once considered my stomping grounds when I was a child, and the reality set in
My mother carried me around the same way she carried her purse;
Right by her side, hanging off her shoulder.
The only catch- you can't be emotionally available to a purse.
Windows rolled down
Air coarsing through my lungs
Wind in my hair
Stars are out
Speeding down the interstate
And not looking back
Leaves change
and then they fall
Each with their own story
You’ll never know them all
Leaf and branch
Branch and tree
Each one
The early morning horizon greets the night skyat this moment there is no distinction between night and day.As the two bodies fight for power,I lone to fly away. There was a time when I promised it would never go away,but instead I find it hard to
Smart girl, smart girl how did you end up like this?
I did not have a voice, I did not have a choice
Smart girl, smart girl how did you end up like this?
To say I have grown,
To say my limbs have stretched towards the sky like trees,
To say my roots have begun to form, yet still sometimes are shaken by the Breeze,
Is true.
We learn the most from choices made in fire
The Bible Belt taught me my choice was made
To love a girl and settle down, required
Who’d choose to unravel that hand, already played.
Birth
Overwhelming and unremembered
Completely dependent and not yet aware
of all that my new life now required
So much potential
in a body so small
So much to do
and so many ways to fail
I spent my childhood looking
Looking to belong
Looking to be accepted
Everywhere I went
I looked for me
I got close a few times
But it wasnt quite me
One day I heard a sound
Your not a kid anymore!
That's what everyone is saying
You're all grown up now,
The day you hold your first set of keys in your hand,
As we grow
As we change
The years blend into one
And we add a number to our age.
When we were once young
We reached for bright colors
Our style has dulled
Now we reach for each other
The bright pink walls were painted over with gray,
Animals, dollls, all thrown away.
I lock myself up in my one room castle,
Avoiding my family, my chores, my hassels.
I hear my mom say "we never see you anymore!",
Sun shining,
Playing hide and seek,
I can’t find childhood anymore,
Maybe it got tired of playing.
Search for a sign
in the soil of the plot
of land behind your flat,
lift your chest to better sense
the vibration of the leaves
Where has time run off to?
Just yesterday I snuck to get some cookies in the fridge
Now I detest a simple sample of sugar
Oh No! Is this what the old folks talked about?
Growing up is...
Weeks of prayers, of hopes, of efforts-
Nothing worked.
Years of memories, years of life-
Lost.
The best man I ever knew-
Gone.
When I was seven I thought the worst thing in my world
was not that my parents fought and my mother hit.
It was that my older sister was kicked out of the white deli
she was doing a project on Poland
Four years and I have built a family
Theater, something I never knew I needed
Until it was gone
I look back on the times we made that circle
growing up
throwing up
find your shoe
need to poo
write a line
find sometime
to realize
to emphasize
to change your skin
take out the bin
Growing up
Drink a cup
I watched the breathtakingly beautiful scene as the sun kissed the sky it's final goodbye
Found myself mesmerized, unable to contain my admiration
A woman that I admire warned me that Americans are always in a rush.
Constantly in a hurry to keep going, never knowing where although
Right from Wrong
Good to Bad
Peace of mind to constant worrying
Child to Adult
Then I realized I grew up
Since the light hit my pupil out of the womb/
Until my lids shut and I'm in the tomb/
The Joy of life isn't quite the same/
Sometimes, you must go through pain/
Being naive all so young/
11 years old.
I left with my dad.
I hadn't seen him in a while.
It was nice to see him smile.
13 years old.
Middle school has ended,
no congratulations came
from the woman whom had begun it all.
The crashing of waves like sobbing of tearsThe clap of the riptide like a child screaming till red in the earsThe calm waters of the evening under skies lavender and plumLike a child falling asleep and sucking her thumb
You cannot change the world if you always stay the same
People won't like it but you cannot seem to explain
You chose a new lane and now you feel sane
I try to hate you, I do
But I can’t
In fact, I’m jealous of you
I find you amusing
I find you captivating
You have the ability to control
I sat down and thought, "When did I become me?"
"When did I stop trying so hard?" "When was able to just be?"
Because growing up is hard, that's a lesson I've had to learn,
I sat down and thought, "When did I become me?"
"When did I stop trying so hard?" "When was able to just be?"
Because growing up is hard, that's a lesson I've had to learn,
Suddenly
By: Isabelle Cogger
I sat down beside her,
Trying not to cry,
Her hand met my hand,
One final, last goodbye.
University, one, two, three
How many faces will I see
I walk to class, faces pass
Sit down, Stand up
Day after day
Is this adulthood?
I drive, I vote, I drink
when my father's
voice no longer
brought me comfort,
but made me angry
was when i knew
i wasn't a little
girl anymore.
when my mother's
hand no longer
made me feel
Growing up wasn’t when your dad started hitting you,
Or when you finally came out to your family only to be humiliated,
Or even when your best friend got knocked up in 10th grade.
I am from Marie Smith and Kroix Smith
From single mother poverty and no high school education.
But I am from my mother and brother’s arms
Ready to embrace always, “I love you.”
A glow up for me was havin’ the realization
Depression was my setback, not my damnation
I don’t think I ever grew up, but I definitely glowed
And realized my sadness belonged in the commode
The most carefree child
That’s what I was
Obsessed with school
And willing to believe that everything was for a purpose in this world
You're not the same Little Girl
Scared at 4
You're not the same Little Girl
Broken and unsure
He doesn't dictate how you let men treat you
Let it go, Little Girl
You're a woman now
It is the worst feeling to drown while trying your hardest to stay afloat,
It is the hardest to watch your friends walk away while reaching for them,
It is almost as if quitting will give me my peace,
We all live in a snow globe,
And we’re all trying to escape.
They have their art, ropes, and science,
But who has the guts to take
To take everyone apart
When I knew I was growing up
I thought I was out of luck
I lost my brother
Who was truly like no other
I was depressed and sad
I was really mad
The choices I have made because of this were not smart
friend. noun
1.someone who is only there when convenient?
2.someone who uses you for your talents?
3.someone who puts you last?
4.someone who only reaches out when they need something?
riveting emotion in a heart connected by mere thread
slowly unraveling
look at what I have done to you!
sometimes
you have to see
where you will be
instead of where you are
tough it out, it's not that far.
have fun
don't run
your past was bad
but a look back won't make you mad
sometimes
you have to see
where you will be
instead of where you are
tough it out, it's not that far.
have fun
don't run
your past was bad
but a look back won't make you mad
Sitting at the edge of the warm, welcoming bed
Watch the shadows creep their way under to door.
Those fearful eyes, latching at their nonexistent movement
Grow(i)n(g) Up
The day I turned 18,
I announced my independence from my parents.
I’m a grown up, I say to them.
They nod in agreement.
i cry more when i'm Happy than when i am Sad.
is that right?
Happy is pure, and raw, and exciting,
but when i am Sad i tend, too, to be Mad.
is that so?
maybe not Mad, but rather Defeated.
7 hours of school
5 hours of work
Sleep and repeat
Weekend arrives
8 hours of work
Sleep and repeat
Hard work
Lack of free time
Represents oncoming adulthood
Feeling alone
Feeling unworthy
Nowhere to go
No one to turn to
Trying to cry
It's not working
Trying to yell
But they have taken my voice
I curl up in a ball
Get disappointed, It feels like happiness now
How's that supposed to turn my frown
Upside down
My expectations are never met
Maybe I shouldn't make them for people
Or persons
Grow up in a smalll town, seeing the world with sunshine and rainbows
Few years later the color in life fades like an old tattoo
You see the struggles
The fights
The sudden loss of hope
People self medicating
Some of us are made for love
Some of us are made for one night stand
Some of us are made for temporary relationship
While others are made for life long partners
Nothing is wrong with being who you are made to be
Sink or swim,
that was probably something I learned back in school.
no swimming involved just listening.
Growing up and moving on up
the hardest thing I had to learn how to do was to swim.
Sadness
The emotion I felt when I heard the news of the divorce
I knew it was inevitable but still
Longing for a family, I hoped
Looking at my siblings I knew
Growing up I had to do
*crayola, i painted with the colors of the wind*Daytona, a place where I long to live*ribbons, down my back*Lowering class rank, cut me some slack*nesquik, got milk today?*Sparkling , the bitter water that I take*long hair, braided into oblivion*O
These pink curtains, God these pink curtains
Disgusting if I do say so myself
Still up there, swaying with the wind that entered my stuffed-animal filled room through the opened window,
The sunrise and the lake tides merged together as I sat on the cold stone concrete
The colors of the sky dripped into color and the tides moved as precise as a heartbeat
Growing up.
It filled my dreams since I was young.
Images of height, power, poise.
Growing up seemed so out of reach,
something that I wanted to obtain.
The way she spoke...She would talk of the heavens.She breathed in sour and buffed out sweet air.
"9-5"
by Julian Crockett
Sometimes Life feels like a drag
I think I’d rather do without
Sometimes everyone’s a nag
I’ve gotta find a way out
Who she was dwindled away as the years went on,
I didn't really notice then she was gone,
She decieved me,
As her eyes crystalized and her words heated me,
I’m not a kid anymore
My school no longer has a playground
That has a slide as long as the hallway to the door
I’m not a kid anymore
Growing up,
We wanted to make our family proud.
Our teachers thrilled.
Our peers happy.
But growing up,
We always made our family shake their head in disappointment,
Our teachers in disapprovement,
means the giddy, awkward feeling
of walking home from dinner
in the still-daytime, puffy pink clouds
punctuating our periphery
No one told me that it’s not okay for a boy to cost you
Your peace
Of mind
But they did say it was okay for him to take
A piece
Of your heart.
I used to walk upon the Earth,
Not knowing what it’d give me.
I yearned to be a grown adult,
Being a child felt belittling.
I used to lie upon fresh-cut grass,
And stare into the clouds.
Who knew I needed water,
Maybe the doctor.
For a flower to blossom,
Now that I’m in college I know the problem.
Water is the answer to health,
Which now I know means more than wealth.
I am stuck in the age that you love to mock,
but it wasn't my fault I couldn't stop the clock.
Two thick braids have unraveled into soft curls,
grinning crooked teeth turned to bright whitened pearls.
There I stood,
Just because I could.
Now here I stand,
Just because I need a hand.
How time changes,
A person as young as so,
Isn't it strange?
That as I grow,
I still change.
Cold darknessCool brightsWarm underand Red Hot whites
That fateful day, it occured to meThat kids don't do their own laundry
The heavy load became too much upon my shoulders.
Thoughts in my head became boulders,
Blocking the rays of light.
In my mind, it was always night.
The heavenly Father mixed minerals of my mother and minerals of my father and carefully placed me, the clay, onto this potter’s wheel of the world.
The heavenly Father mixed minerals of my mother and minerals of my father and carefully placed me, the clay, onto this potter’s wheel of the world.
The heavenly Father mixed minerals of my mother and minerals of my father and carefully placed me, the clay, onto this potter’s wheel of the world.
I don’t remember my face looking that way;
I don’t remember my eyes shining so bright;
I don’t remember my smile being so stunning
Or my face being so bright.
I see you smile.
And I smile back.
We all laugh at the same dumb joke,
A feeling I had forgotten.
It almost wasn’t recognizable.
Being a thug is all fun and games because of the girls and the money,
but once your homeboys start dying at your feet, it is no longer funny.
Born into this dangerous life with no choice,
The sickening sound of bullets blasting my classmates haunts me,
the disturbing images of piles of children lifelessly laying on the floor is my reoccurring nightmare.
In every person’s life, there is a moment in which everything changes
The very foundation of the earth shifts as the tectonic plates feel the need to stretch.
Looking up at the bright blue sky,
My two best friends next to me,
Eating ice cream with the sweet sound of the ice cream truck in the background
Talking about middle school, clothes, the future,
Looking back,
When I was young, I thought I didn't have a choice.
The world was decided for me.
Where to live,
Where to learn,
Where to thrive,
They all encouraged me to stay in the same place.
I open my Bible to see what you have to say. My heart feeling shattered, I'm only a tear away from giving up today.
You see people walking down the street, you never know who you're going to meet. You don't know their stories or their glories. We judge because we only wish to know. When youre walking you see people talking... But can you read?
They say I can make it happen, break the cycle don't let the abuse continue overlapping. Statistics say you're likely to end up like your parents it's insane. that's just static in my brain.
Just listen…
Listen to the sounds of nature…
If only I could have…
I remember being so young
All I wanted to do was stay in and play Sonic
Take a breath,
pause.
Step back,
pause.
Am I okay?
Sit at home wondering why,
my body isn't like theirs.
My voice isn't like theirs.
It's like the world is,
The Theroy of General Relativity
Proclaiming scientific evolution diffidently
Came from a man
who didn't pass his college entrance exams.
"To be or not to be"
To be a middle school dropout
Birthday,
Big Day,
I'm no longer a girl Day.
Women's Day,
But in the middle of July.
Two days later, she's dead
I'm here.
Waiting for my turn, wondering
as a child, i gave benefit of the doubteven though they would leave me out.sometimes they would be friendly, other times they would be cold to me.rude nicknames were givenbut i embraced them as if it were a win;as i grew, i saw muted laughs and lo
isn’t it crazy— how quickly your memories become a little hazy? how fast the tide changes? even though you never noticed it before isn’t it crazy how quick the seasons go from hot to cold and you could’ve sworn the shirt you wore that day wa
I’ve grown accustomed to catch up with you
every few months.
You tell me about your job,
I tell you about my new hobbies
stand up stand strong speak loud
nver let others push you down
never be pushed into silence got to speak up about the violence
the struggles the fear and the hunger
dont forget about your sisters and your brothers
With words that burn and bite and sting,
they creep up on your mind and ring
until you no longer sleep at night.
There are sounds and smells
that remind you of days passed,
How do you tell the person who shattered you that you are trying to glue the pieces of yourself back together?
A fight against something you fear,
Whether or not they're already here,
is something I've fought,
but all for naught,
for safety and security is always near.
You used to keep me safe,
out of harm's reach,
but now you suffocate any chances of showing the world who I can be.
You refuse to let me go,
to let me grow into what I want to be.
Not everyone sees me
Some may not even now that I am there
Not everyone knows who I am
Some may not even know that I exist
I hide on stage, back
I am a name on paper,
not a name in lights.
I am the small voice that fades into the background,
I am the cowardly dog who puts down their head,
I am the thought that never gets to be expound,
A nigh of mischief,
an adventure,
a nightmare.
Speed up! No.
I'll crash,
I'll fall,
the world will spin
But the night is young.
Under the full moon
My biggest fear,
A most realistic dread--
Was once the day
You would move away
And leave me behind.
A beloved sista,
he's a liar.
fear whispers in your ear,
looks over your shoulder,
places his cold hands
around your neck.
"you can't possibly
do it," he says.
"thinkthinkthink
You threatened me with good times,
I am a flower,
I opened my petals and let you in.
You picked me from a garden and discarded me when the smell wore off,
When I began to wilt I was no longer your muse,
I was hanging on by a thread,
Fear grasped on to me
I hyperventilated, thinking of it made me sweat.
I was never strong enough,
Bold enough,
Courageous enough,
To leave the cage I was bound to.
I feared the outcomes.
Of what they would think.
"What a Whore."
"She just wanted attention."
"Why would he want her?"
I was so scared of the judgements,
Even though i didn't do anything wrong.
Fear, There’s plenty of it, it fills us all Paralyzes us, keeps cautious, wanting to avoid the fall Something we can’t outgrow or out run When it’s there we wish it were done Thought of the past plants it, thought of the future grows it Can’t bru
With one word it begins
Whipping heart and soul restlessly.
A torrent of words,
Incomprehensible accusations,
And splintered sobs.
A fierce storm of ruin,
Unceasing.
Slow,
Your mind begins to fear,
Your brain feels like it’s being sheared,
Your heart begins to flitter, as you face starts to quiver,
Fast,
You begin to breathe hastily, and your skin becomes pasty,
I stop your breathing
I make your knees wobble
I flutter around in your stomach
I make you cry, chanting in your ear,
As a child
I never found poetry worthwhile
the teacher would spin a web
that I could never understand in my head
It was never easy
to write things that weren't cheesy
i wander, alone
my heart is quiet
the first few drops fall, then
the sky turns yellow
& i too am falling.
i reach, plaid feelings extending,
feelings unpeeling like an apple,
As I think, it rushes in—
A river, a torrent, a waterfall
Threatening life or limb
Or peace.
Thoughts come swirling, pounding,
In my head
Never resting—unrelenting.
Voices rush, a flood,
Hands inlayed with pain
Bleeding from success
Reserved for only one
Yet used by everyone else.
They tremble and shake
The fear of being dead weight.
Of having talent, but not as much as X,
Of having discipline, but not as much as Y,
Of having ambition, but not as much as Z,
It hacks at you until you’re weightless.
One against a crowd
But it’s not a competition
A dream to be on stage
But regret behind the scenes
Your name announced
And the crowd starts to clap
I used to be creative
Then I went to school
I used to play outside
Now the air's too cool
I used to have ambition
Living unrestrained
But now my will's been missing
Closing in
From every corner
All the fire touches
Is consumed.
For if we cannot trust The Flame
Then whom?
Fear can ingulf you like a storm
Tearing everthing apart and rattling you up
At the end of a storm there's always a rainbow
One desert searching for water
Another looking for warmth in the night
Both are desilate
Both are hoping for more
But as a desert
You become accustomed to being empty
And wanting more
In the end
Maria, you’re a time machine
You were in my present
You took me to the past
And you taught me to think on the future
In my tropical island
I have never seen such destruction
Maria, you’re a time machine
You were in my present
You took me to the past
And you taught me to think on the future
In my tropical island
I have never seen such destruction
When dealing with your absence, a part of me dies—making my heart beg to be euthanized.
There is fear in the streets, tarnished in disappointment and remorse
We failed to follow life’s course, catching and releasing like a wild horse.
Fear of heights, and falling from tall skyscrapers—
She isn't old enough to die.
How do you, at 24, accept the news that your daughter won't live to see 2?
Her first day of school, first crush, wedding, children, all of those potentials are now no more.
Those devilish voices
The apathetic taunting
Assertive and passionate about their tactful deeds
I keep vigilant as I watch for callous creatures who jaunt to vulnerable prey
13 years already I think of you when you’d waddle towards me and I sleepy-eyed eager for the silver lychees in your palm would reach out the moon behind a hanging canvas
13 years already I think of you when you’d waddle towards me and I sleepy-eyed eager for the silver lychees in your palm would reach out the moon behind a hanging canvas
Fear.
Embarrassment for most,
failure for me.
Insecurity I’ve been diagnosed;
never felt like I’d make it...
success I’m an absentee.
No matter how hard I work.
I just smile and smirk,
I feel like I'm drowning
Retreating into my mind
My brain hurts
My legs numb
My arms heavy and palms sweaty
Body throbbing and tears streaming
I lay, crying
And sobbing
And scratching
the time in between
the night and day
when the sun gets tired
and the moon wakes
i sit and stare
what will i dream of
when i tire?
maybe it will be
the time we got lost
The horizon faded.
The ailerons, jaded.
The winds blew
fast and through.
The comms whirred.
Myself, concerned.
I clutched the yoke
and heard a croak.
I hear America crying, the numerous sobs I hear,
Those of Lady Liberty, crying hers as she sees her children struggle, the ideals of her nation betrayed,
they are not meant to scare you
they scream with emotions
some sincere some detached
but too many makes the room feel smaller
you feel trapped
you begin to speak but you trip on your words
Crutches.
Two of them.
One strapped to each arm.
That’s the first thing they see,
But do they see me?
Stares.
You may have me shackled in dreams you once had
Regrets from your youth, leading me to your path
Authority of the father, I could never surpass
You may be powerful, but you're not strong
Don't expect that others will understandDon't expect they'll give you a handDo expect that on the other sideYou see their thoughts as fading demands Don't expect that you won't falterDon't expect your nights won't be longDo expect that the time it
The shadow follows me
It's disguised as depression hanging onto me like the clothes on my back.
It's darkness blends in with my black clothes
Do you feel it?
The darkness behind you..
Some times the bees dont have honey
Some times the pour kids dont have money
For the bees its a mystery when they first begin
Where do I find honey and where does it swim
What if I told you
That a girl was scared to speak
So she never did
What if I told you
The room was silent and sad
She did it for him
For her dad rested
Be confident in yourself
Be fearless
Be respectful
Be a good friend to everyone
Be strong
Be kind
Be giving
But don't let people tell you what you can and cannot be
I never wanted to speak my part, or tell you what I wrote.
But if I, then, must now share my heart, then here is my first note.
Critics often hear a work, then proceed to tear it asunder.
I've got gasoline and a box of matches
but I only need one to get the job done.
there's a bridge beneath my feet,
unsafe and worn, it can't take the heat.
We’re often on the run
and for what? We don’t know what
you can hear the slight hum
of talks among the spots.
Always on our own
we’re kind of from home.
You can feel the aches in your bones
Health never lies in this time and age
With little to hide and memories that fade
Death and Life fight out in the day,
Waiting for something to ease the pain
Waking up every day knowing my father leaves for work at 4 a.m. to return at 5 in the evening.
The thoughts lingering in the back of my head... "Will he come home safetly?" "What if he getes hurt" "What if I never see him again?"
perserverance . So I focused.
strength . So I needed faith.
tired . So I gained power.
weak . So I kept going.
push. Until I gained courage.
through. So I felt the drive.
a pen has blood of inkstaining the pages forevera pen is a sword of literatureripping through line after linea pen contains a cartridge of venompoisoning all of my words a pen is a fountain of hope
Frayed are the edges of my mind.
Regardless of however much I try,
they never lose their grip;
they never die.
Knuckles now are turned to white;
the fears inundate my eyes.
It started with your kiss,
Why did you have to do this?
I'm feeling stronger everyday,
But I'm feeling for you everyday.
I felt like I had to forgive you
I had to be better for you.
She says
my first boyfriend can’t be my true love
so rarely
she says
do first-time couples stay together
and take on the world as one
She said
i should have been working harder
Born into the color of my skin I was destined to fail.
A lifetime full of trials hitting me like hail.
I would have never made it out alive.
Just another latina deprived, fighting to live and strive.
Oh, the fear of school
Oh, how pointless it was
Oh, the addition of friends
Oh, how they made a difference
Oh, how they pushed me
Oh, how they were there
Oh, how amazing their support is
Forward is all we ever know
The change from inside
Outward shame to hide
Toward the present answer, "No."
Who are they to tell me
The personality
That resides deep within me now?
I should not fear it, but it's inevitable,
The image of I standing with my brand that has reached beyond my expectations
The less I believe the more it becomes debatable.
Who am I
I ponder my life is a wonder
I wander stare the sky and wonder why
I can't cry
I always sigh
Who am I
Staring in the mirror I can't stand the sight
Most people are afraid of spiders or public speaking,
Or maybe dark rooms and floor boards creaking,
And while these may perhaps be on my list
My willow friend
You die and thrive in certain seasons.
Here for the pleasent weather,
but gone in the cold.
Our conversations come like the warm breeze,
but no matter what I say
I'm a ghost with a beating heart
You're alive but yours wont start
I'm getting worried child please don't leave
Because when you die you wont be like me
I can keep you safe I swear to it
I’m so afraid
Of what happens in my
Head
As I lay there in the silence of my
Very own bed
I’m afraid of the things
“How are you gonna pay for college?” they say.
“There’s just no way.”
“But look at your cousin who’s a traveling nurse.”
“She carries millions of dollars in her purse.”
I looked down
The ground, far below me;
I looked up
An endless sky.
To my right
A careless whisper.
"Jump"
It whispered
"Jump and you will fly."
I shook my head;
I am afraid
You don’t know it from the outside
I am afraid
Yet 16 years of challenge taught me to bury my emotions
I am afraid
This body
since birth
I've been told
To hate it.
"Your body,"
he told me,
"Is beautiful."
Does he lie?
This body
is the reason
To lie,
To cheat.
Dear grandma ,you taught me many things
But not how to be a poet in an undelightful world.
You taught me how to love but you forgot to tell me about the pain that comes with unrequited love.
Stomach full of swallows
and monarchs
Orange and green and gold
My shifting eyes
Never focused
Thinking a mile a minute
Thoughts but no way to comprehend
Immediate sweat filled with regret
Nothing i want
Everything is chosen
This is the life i have
Must obey and follow
Try something different no never
Not allowed
To talk of it is easily done,
But
To feel it coarse through your vein-
That is a much harder task,
And to the Universe I want to ask:
Why am I so crippled?
Why am I so blind?
Downright and blunt what else you could be
If you tell me that I am not what others see
I am far away from being right in this case
Although I was not right at all during this phase
Downright and blunt what else you could be
If you tell me that I am not what others see
I am far away from being right in this case
Although I was not right at all during this phase
being seventeen is a vacant endless hole of questions you’ll never be able to answer,
the realization that you are going to disappoint almost everyone who matters you, including yourself
. . . right
away, you’ll see it’s difficult to find:
(That -- while it’s true, it’s only You able to see inside your, Mind, -- )
Lost thoughts often become begotten
The sun is bright
A glowing orb that touches your skin with a warm kiss
I bask in the comfort it brings
Embracing the arms of light wrapped around me
Around every corner I can see
You stayed;
You left;
Like allergies in the spring.
After flowers came and went,
so did you.
The festival came too late.
I didn't even get to celebrate you.
You have no idea
what is a swimmer really feeling
when they are at the white block kneeling
they anxiously wait for the buzzer
the referee meticulously hovers
their heart rapidly pounds with very sound
Trying to talk
Being afraid
I know how to walk
It's hard to be brave.
Ever since I was litte
It was hard to silence
P-P-Please don't fiddle
with your corrective lenses
Love doesn’t want no body
Doesn’t want this body
Love doesn’t want to be here.
Love right now is outside in the driveway
Sitting against the hood of it’s black Honda
Waiting for the Boss to call back
summer unfolded into yellowing days &
the low hum of traffic static,
so i clawed out of the monotony,
cut my hair with red craft scissors listening to
screaming cicadas under a strawberry lemonade sky,
the wind is ferocious on mountain tops in Tibet India
the wind encases you, swirls around you
wind flies into your eyes and as they flew into mine
memories trickled into my brain like the wind that wouldn't go away
I feel trapped.
Without any room to grow.
All the flowers around me are cut short,
shoved into buckets,
and stuffed into a cooler with artificial lights.
With artificial care.
Feel these signs, feel these signs?
Take them as your warning sign, warning sign
If you can just pull away, pull away
You only have so much time, so much time
Feel these signs, feel these signs?
When the rain comes
We’re taught to run inside.
Hide for your life, and stay dry.
We build up our wals
Wide and tall
Life is a giant word search,
With constant discoveries.
Anxiety, jittering through
My arms with each constant twitch.
I really love singing and I would sing all the time at home when I’m bored. Many people asks me to sing on
stage for lots of celebrations. I would say no and told them that I’m too nervous and don’t feel like singing on stage.
A fire flickers in the distance, nothing but a dim light to illuminate the shadows. I follow a trail to the dark, away from the light, away from my comfort. Into the dark I stumble, I trip, I fall.
Within my heart, a terrible fear
Has swelled and beat and filled the ears
One beast I say caused all the tears:
“How to Pay for College.”
The storm brewed
Swirling in the sky, it loomed above
No way to know when it would strike
The wind whipped my hair
I looked around trying to understand
Why I was in the eye of the storm
In a rose garden
With blinding billowing sunlight
Some roses bloom early
Some bloom late
And some not at all.
I sit in the court yard
Of the holding place where people shrivel and die
Beware my stream of consciousness
Kill your bloated self-confidence
Like a rope around your throat
Or a .30 aimed at your noggin
This rhyme flow is undisputed
these verses go undefeated
Broken fragile eyes
I fear for our generation
Cries and dark places never felt so familiar
Nothing feels better than hiding these days
It's time to change
Make mental health more aware
Love is the ultimate gratification.
Love is the ultimate feeling of admiration.
Love is like fire burning in the heart.
To love abundantly like you can't be torn apart.
Love is the best and worst feeling of all.
quaking all alone at night
she wants to be the girl in lights
the rest of the world tells her no
and with that, away her hopes and dreams go.
as the time passes, she decides to try,
its the witching Hour
my body is aching
im twisting and turning ...
all the pain a fEeL came through the mourning
the Passing of myself into another form
led my soul to conjure the eMotional storm
Black lives matter
yeah,I watch the brain scatter
As the trigger is pulled , tic tic bullet hits
Blood splatters
As I get pulled over
Black lives matter
yeah,I watch the brain scatter
As the trigger is pulled , tic tic bullet hits
Blood splatters
As I get pulled over
Facing my fears,
because it sounds so easy to do.
Facing my fears,
so I can let go of the old and bring in the new.
Facing my fears,
because I want to be independent and strong.
Facing my fears,
Too often I am faced fear
Making my mind very unclear
but when I take a second to face my fear
A good new outcome will often appear
An outcome worth the wait and fear
An outcome that may bring me a tear
Where is my father?
So have I a noble father lost.
The King, the king’s to blame;
Treason! Treason!
i know
your heart aches
when you run out of distractions;
when your insomnia
takes the form
of the memories we once shared.
she comes to visit sometimes,
she’ll stay for weeks,
or a few hours.
she’s a pretty gal,
even though her makeup
tends to be smudged.
i am made up
of the city’s streetlights
and busy highways.
my commotion
is silenced by a small town’s
quiet voice.
i could write a thousand poems
about the relationship
between a younger sister
and an older brother
about how one day you loved me
How can you be living if you’re not alive?
Or if you’re just living to survive
Too scared to cross the line, you hide
Never leave the house without a bottle at your side.
It could hit you any time any place
*Thump*
Heart caught, lodged within my throat
it has burrowed a nest and has made no plans to leave
A hummingbird's heartbeat cannot compare to the violent cacophony within
My words hide in the back of my mind
In the back of my throat, still in my mouth.
Silent words that never seen the light of day.
They hide in fear.
Of what?
Is it true? I asked, he said,
yes, its true, heartbroken, she's dead
she was 19 with a disease,
her family will never live at ease.
my mom has the same one, I thought in horror,
You are...wow.A capital W-O-W...A complete shell shocked wide eyed beauty, You are...infatuating.Each word you say playing again and again in my head making me memorize them by heart,Each smile and burst of laughter making it hard for me to see a
Can we close the gap between Love and Hate?So I can worry more about tests than being shot for a mistake.Can we close the gap between Friend and Foe?So I can tell a secret without starting a war.
You pushed
You shoved
You pinned me to the wall.
You screamed
You blamed
You pinned me to the wall.
You bullied
You laughed
You pinned me to the wall.
Wish I could say hi to happy, but I'm still figuring out what that is. Wish I could say goodbye to sad,but that'll never be the case because life is a rollercoaster and only time will tell when, or if,I'll win the race.
Empower
Noun
To give authority or power to
To enable
From the honey melon of my skin
To the natural curl of my hair
I am black unapologetically and I wear my proudness bare
Daddy, you and I are bridging Brigadoon.
One year on earth together, now connected between space and time
between the bridge of Brigaddon.
Never forgot you. Left my homework up, so you could see my
Only a childhood ago I remember being on my knees
Looking for guidance....any guidance
Insane or sane that could make my sorrow cease
Waking up in pain, going to sleep in pain, losing myself slowly
I give you my best
time, attention, even my shoe.
I don't mind when you're a pest,
because I love you.
I know how to make you laugh
and I would never leave you for someone new.
She fights the desire
To put out the fire
She fights the lust
That she looks at like gold dust
She fights the greed
Is this the new norm?Our people mourn,they ask for reform,then nothing is done.
Will this ever end?No ways to defend,situations they can't comprehend,families distraught because of a gun.
Verse I: Tears are rolling down her face, I can’t even begin to contemplate. I sit in the center of a dark room, human actions left me here. In the distance I can hear her calling, tears still rushing down her face.
Tiani Francis Dunn The Pretty War Reality shook her to the core. Like the smashing of a crystal jar, she felt broken. The thought of “pretty”, confused her nimble skull. Her voluminous conscious began shaping its own realm of sanity.
The world in which
we currently live
can bring us down
so we must stand up
The world in which
we currently see
has taken its toll
on people like you and me
Some people will tell you falling in love is comparable to heaven, They will tell you that falling in love is hearing the angels sing when they enter the room.
Standing alone in the crowded room
Back noise conversations circling the atmosphere of a new age
I HEAR EVERYTHING....
But I have nothing to say,
The moment I open my mouth
I open the door and invite everyone in
A crayon
Teaches a hand to create
Colorful dreams onto white walls
Coloring outside the lines
No limits for each color
A pencil
Writes a love letter at 3 am
Who would've thought I'd have you as a mother, other than the one above
You taught me to love an gave me guidance
Whenever they said I wasn't going to make it
You said yours and all you have to do is go an take it
Just one look was all it took.
My mind was shifted and I was hooked.
I dont even know this boy but he motivated me with just one look.
In a wrinkle of time, her words became more than short breaths of air
They had transpired into tangible, animate beings.
Like a wildfire, it spreads
The hatred, the anger
Like a domino effect, it follows
The pain, the sorrow
Driven by rage
Control is lost
Guide me, until I break
the surface of the water
that held me down.
Hold me, as I gasp
for air that was denied to me
for so long.
Help me, as I swim
with struggling, unsure strokes
What have I taught you?
Though we have been together through each day and night,
what have I learned?
Each day we would walk away.
Every night begging no more
I'd pray.
Tears fell constantly,
Human lives are constantly molded
Adults are the artists, children the clay
Ready to be shaped and molded by the hands of others
Clay is molded from slight hands, the soft whisper of words
My mother's love is unconditional, something like an overflowing cup of water
that is pure in taste and transparent in sight.
Something as beautiful as the full moon that sparkles on the ocean's currents
at night.
I lost my confidenceI lost my self worth I lost my cousin DillanI lost my Papa I lost my cousin Teagan I lost my tears I lost my laugh I lost my smile I lost my strength I lost my beauty I lost my identity I found my confidence in Christ I foun
Things were great until you changed.
You said I was the one, but you are not sure.
You promised me to be better but, you took advantage.
I gave you everything and in return you cheated on me.
Because the shift dress remained to be a hassle, I wore capris instead.
How else was I to ride my bike if my dress was too tight?!
This was a story I would always hold in my heart dearly about my grandmother.
“Have you ever thought “bout
How what you say affects people?”
Words leaving your lips
Hold a potential that you must understand
Potentially forcing someone
To the one who waited
hours upon hours
days upon days
weeks and weeks
years to years
a lifetime
You're the one who raised me
you're the one who cared
you're the one who suffered
Hate is all around us
Thick and thin
through the smog that chokes us
the breath we let out from that uncomfortable moment
or that time we watched as we fell to the floor
The fog that kicks in
The quiet omnipotence of my mentor
Has guided me through life.
To my younger self, I would have lent her
A small piece of advice.
To not resist these blueprints of success,
When I knew you
You treated me poorly
You made me feel as though all the fault was mine
But because of you I have grown stronger
Dancing to remember
Dancing to forget,
Dancing to become something,
Dancing to pretend,
Dancing to stay active,
Dancing to learn more,
white woman is a kind lady
all smiles and tulips in the morning
goes to church on sundays
or maybe not
maybe she doesn’t like churches
I remember the day with
gray skies overhead
and over my head.
The weight of my problems,
heavy on my shoulders,
pushed me down
and down
and down.
I look over at the couch,
Curse freckles,
and the way they covered the face of a man
that was my happiness, my pain
my love, my loss
and the only source of Christmas spirit
that I have ever had.
Curse freckles
Why. Betrays. Writhing inside. Evil being consuming. Strengths depleting. Those that can think won't. Ideas that can’t. Blast away. Little chucks. Lose yourself every time. Red metal light. Pin pointed. Concentrated. Beam. Light pours in through.
You are the reason that I'm here
When you're with me, I have no fear
It is precious how you take a lot of time out of your day
I'm grateful that you take that time to help me along the way
Is my son here? No.
Is my son here? No.
Is my son here? No.
Where is he then? He is at work.
Every day, I take part in a cruel joke
They told me that we are lucky, lucky to be living free. But ever since I gained conscious of what and how the real world is.. living free is something we will never be. I feel trapped in this world of right but mostly wrongs.
You have taken care of me since I was born
You buy all the things I want
You have always been there when I needed you most
You have always been pushing me to do my best
I don't know where I would be without you
I love my mother
She gives to me and my brother
Her hair smells like flowers
She cares and takes care
She hugs me like a bear
I love you mother
She gives me so much love
A Poem for the Man on the Platform
“Men love a woman in a dress.”
I recoil as if struck,
Four years of volleyball games,Four years of endless support, Four years of cheering on the stands,For me to play my favorite sport. As my high school career comes to an end,And I put up my shoes on the rack,I want to thank you— Mom, Dad, and Aar
I think, therefore I am
Yet, you placed your ideology
Onto me, shaping me.
As I was a seedling,
You watered me;
a downpour of politics
a waterfall of what is right and wrong
You thought you could drop me down
But now I'm stronger
You tried to steal my crown
And now I'm wiser
You planned defeat for me
But I'm the winner
You shaped me out to be
Tougher, smarter, better
Where I'm from black people makes it impossible to come together, we switch up on each other like Kansas City weather.
Where I'm from kids get addicted to phones more than they do to a book.
Your class was a sanctuary of positivity
I never felt left out or out of place
You gave me advice that I couldn’t get anywhere else
I saw you more than I saw him
Thank you to all the people I’ve let go,
It can only be so hard to explain how as soon as you’ve found someone is as quickly as you’ve lost them.
6 Years Old
De facto brother.
Isolation and familial razors
rip into my scalp and cleave my skull,
and you,
a stoic surgeon
keeps the fractured plates
You’ve brought us so much Inspiration
Providing us with a stong foundation
We can not thank you enough
Although things did get tough
You stayed strong
Let me tell A bit about my life when I was only five I saw it all guns knives weed crack it was already Wack people were breaking in stealing all our money I could hear the rich people laughing I guess they thought it was funny because I was walk
Dad.
Coach.
Teacher.
Mentor.
These are all words that I can call my father.
On the court
Off the court
He is as humble as Captain America
As smart as Iron Man
As attentive as Hawkeye
As strong as the Hulk
As disciplined as Black Widow
He will help the world
there is a storm brewing,
slowly like herbal tea,
deep inside my ribcage.
the kiss of rain dominates my body,
filling lungs with oceans
of searing saltwater tears.
She courses as strong as the tides
And dwindles when required
But when given the opportunity
She returns with larger waves than before
What all has my mother done for me?
She's read to me, cooked for me
Made all my favorite food
And even when she was stressed from work, to me she was never rude
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
Though not born of blood, our hearts beat for daughter and mother each,Your voice is of kindness and love, even when mine is upset.I worry about the future –one you’re already living to teach.
You let your demons control you,
Let them overwhelm you.
They took you in the calm,
In the eye of the storm,
When you were vulnerable.
You left behind those important to you,
I am ever so grateful,
when my world wanted to break,
you showed me many worlds,
many amazing, beautiful worlds,
you gave me life,
you gave me a dream,
now, it's time I create my own worlds,
Playing soccer i was never tired
in my job i was never fired
we won states while i was riding the pine
and i made it to regionals when i actually tried
tennis had the success
but i never confessed
Defined by others before I could ever define myself
Put down by others before I had the chance to ever get up
Existence with no purpose
They say i'm a triple threat to society
All I did was attend school
She brought me to life
Took care of me when I couldn't
But most importantly loved me when I wouldnt.
She held me for nine months
For the man with a son
who still looks like a child himself.
he writes silly notes and always has candy in his pockets.
How can somebody so young have the eyes of an old man.
Trapped in my own tempest
You guided
Becoming my hope to safeness
I sailed
Turning my darkness to light
I travel
The worlds always crashing, then spinning, before falling,
And what's the chance any of this matters,
There's no matters, nothing to worry.
Because the roaring of every failure and silence of every request
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
I don't know
that I've had one true mentor.
Thousands of have influenced my life-
family and teachers,
friends and strangers.
But among all these influences,
I'd say strangers have the biggest impact.
"Finish your apps,
get A's at school,
write all your college essays early- don't be a fool."
So much stress
is constantly
build ing.
Oh how I yearn
to learn.
Yearn to learn
with Mrs. Redfern.
Have you not heard the buzz?
She is a great teacher.
The best at what she does.
I can feel the fire.
There's a chance in the night,
in the darkest, blackest night,
in the night that surpasses
dark and filmy midnight glasses-
there's a chance that dawn may bring
a beautiful, charming, enchanted King-
The Grey World
The world we met,
colorless faces were all that were set,
To us he said,
to treat our lives with respect.
Even if we felt,
They say your life is a thread, weaving its way through
Life.
Your thread touches every other thread at least once.
Or more than once.
More than twice, even.
As you age, you remember me
As you live, you remember me
As your body dies, you remember me
As your mind follows, you remember me
You helped me on my first day of school when I was crying in the hall not wanting to go in You helped me when I was 12 and I needed a shoulder to cry on after all the hurt and betrayal I faced from fellow classmates and people I
You came like a breeze,
A small caressing touch of cool wind,
Refreshing under such suppressive heat.
It was not until then,
That I was choking on the air I breathed,
Or tearing at the day,
MARINE
I love my mentor to death
like I would die for the man
With him in my life cant say that god ain't got plans
He was more to me than a teacher,
although he did teach
There have been people who tried with me when I didn't deserve it and I am forever grateful because if they hadn't of tried with me, I would not be writing this today and I would be who I am. Dating back my fourth grade english teacher, Mrs.
It’s Junior year; spirit pervades my body.
I am now considered an upperclassman.
I analyze the schedule placed in my hands.
An enormous smile casts across my face.
momma said she loves me she said nobody's worth is determined by money momma said to be myself daughter, don't write your dreams down if you're only feigning for wealth it's okay to be a little crazy momma said that's a yes, not a maybe no pill c
The thoughts of a Thirteen year old
man. Fully mature he tells
himself. In reality, his mind is
infantile.
Real men are full of
kindness. His father knows, this is
priceless.
trauma is a teacher
fired from catholic boarding school
its leather bound ruler raps your knuckles
“pay attention!” it barks
“the world will not rest for you, lazy girl!”
“the world is cruel and cold, a demon
dear depression, i’m going to be honest: this is an ode i’ve written before because i have the habit of giving life to my monsters by giving up my own. this is an ode i’ve written before
A teacher once told me
Poetry is emotion distilled
It’s a feeling
Run through the filter of a pencil
The impossibly abstract
There's a great blue sky that seems so vast.
They say that it is limitless.
But I don't understand.
I can see that,
There are clouds.
There are planes.
There are birds.
There are bugs.
I bottle up rage
and I choke it down
Until I explode on anyone around
I want to scream
I want to yell
I want everyone to know I am going through hell
But poetry has given me
What is her name?
She’s not my friend
I admire her from a distance
So powerful and graceful
From afar, she is perfect
Poetry taught me
to love myself,
love nature,
to love
and to be;
That no ine is truly alone,
variety is needed,
and no complication is needed
to be liked;
Poetry taught me
to love myself,
to love nature,
to love
and to be;
That no one it truly alone,
variety is needed,
and no complication is needed
to be liked;
At the dawn of a sun drenched summerFlowing with hope and lightThere began a decay inside of meThat injected my veins with the night
I can find you only in the blossoms of magnolia
trees that I used for poetic persuasion
to convince myself you have not left me here, not yet.
in your garden, there are no magnolias,
from words and sounds
with many diferent meanings
to thoughts and ideas
that moves our hearts.
Poetry has changed my life
helped me find meaning
In this unfair world
people call life.
It’s the words I can’t say,
but need to let out.
It’s the emotions I can’t express,
but need to release.
It’s that moment
in the middle of the school day.
It’s that 11 p.m. scramble
Poetry reaches the depths of the soul, climbing into the parts that yearn to be whole
Tugging on our heart strings, just trying to teach us things
I let the words speak to me, Poetry has taught me how to be free!
I held a mirror up
Looking at myself constantly.
Not because I was self-centered
But because
Every time I spoke
Every time I moved
Every time I thought about my appearance
I criticized myself.
Everyday
Everyday there is pain.
Every day it is hidden.
No one is allowed to see my pain.
I must hide it
Hide myself from a world that can only offer judgement.
Hide the scars from prying eyes.
Poetry has taught me
there is no right way to feel
only a write way to feel.
It has opened me up to a new form of expression
that follows
no guidelines
or rules...
Poetry
That lovely, wordy thing
Has taught me
Very important things.
Poems need not rhyme,
Poems need not make sense,
Poems need not true structure;
All a poem really needs
Since I can remember, probably the age 8
old folks taught me to sit and pray.
They gathered around, coming at me
from left and right preaching words
out loud like, understand you need to
A swirling pool of restless thoughts swim beneath the surface,
Walking down a low lit path, I’m looking for my purpose,
See
Poetry is a wonderful topic
Its crazy how i can write down my feelings on paper
With rhythm and rhyme
Metaphors and similies
I can be extra as i can but poetry is life
Poetry is simple
Learning about poetry in school is not fun
this is what all of my classmates would say
It was not unusual for me to be the odd one out
so today was just an ordinary day
Poetry and I had a good relationship
Talking is exhausting.
I have to force myself to be eloquent, to say it right
To speak clearly and attentively
So much energy is used.
A reflection of me
Words show all of me
Hatred, pain, betrayal,
Hope, love, hopelessness
A part of me is revealing
A written poem is
Healing
A written poem is
A bleeding heart
Nothing new seems to pass by me.
Only few occurrences surround me.
Nothing to make me feel desperate,
Nothing to make me feel longing.
I close my eyes to feel alive,
A girl sits
Her eyes begin to glaze over
She has been here for hours
Unmoving,
Focused.
It's her escape
The world is too evil
Too awful
Too scary
Too much for her to cope with.
At age 8
I began to hear lyrics
I thought they were songs
But they would not conform to meter
And I forgot
how
i
sang
At age 13
A poet has thier poetry
A poet let thier poetry show thier power
And through the creation of a new world and life
We, the people, get to see the power if we take a moment
There is a beauty in words-
An undeniable power,
Washing over me as I'm overcome
Trying to show you my soul
With just a pen and paper.
It's amazing to craft emotions-
Make you feel my hunger
Hating poetry is easy
It makes you think
It makes you learn
Teachers force you to write in weird ways
To convey stoies you don't care about
What even is poetry
except dumb-downed writing?
Each one of us is like a distinct geometric figure,
Bounded by its boundaries, bound in its apparent isolation,
A soft word written is a loud statement spoken.
Poetry, she has given me a voice. She welcomes my pen with open parchment.
My quiet self is hidden lest her bold words are put to the test.
I've got a poet’s hand but a severed tongue
The best of us have started young
But years come and go like faces in a city
I carry lots of things, which I am lucky to have
Everything in my youth I am “lucky to have”
But the luckiest thing is what I have least
Watercolor thoughts on my cerebrum canvas,
emotions inscribed in profound iambic pentameter.
I was taught to speak with the soul of my voice,
but I prefer the stroke of my pen.
Dear poetry,
Im back again
Pen in hand
Afraid to stand
How are you this week?
Treat me with your fascinations
Distract me from there laughs
Listen as i tell you all the secrets from my past
I used to be afraid.
Afraid to speak my mind in an unkind world
That shut my mouth for me before I even opened it.
I learned to sit down and shut up
I'm immortal. Forever I shall remain here on Earth, no matter what happens to me physically. My words will remain in their pages, forever. No one will ever take away the power of my words. No one will erase my pain away.
Staring at your reflection
Ripples in the water
The image isn't clear
Trying for perfection
Beggining to understand
What's staring back at you
Just beneath the surface
Reaching for it now
Speaking a whole new language
Desperately telling stories
Creating your own flow, and
I almost forget
That this is my passion.
A nation of letters
Giving you a deep feeling
Inside.
What Poetry has Taught Me
by Ashanti Stewart
Poetry is a sound from deep inside the heart.
It doesn't have to rhyme and that is a start.
It tells a tale and has moral.
It has a sweet and a sad sound.
What is the point of this?
Spending hours upon hours pondering:
what shall I write?
what words shall I use?
does the rhyming matter?
does it have any use?
Maybe it doesn't matter,
Show me a stage and I'll find a player
greater
than any act I could follow.
Show me poetry
I can see
how lines become symphonies within the eyes of those wiser than me
Poetry is not just words put together.
What I see is an experience
Told with feeling and emotion.
Through a window of words
I learn of their struggle, their dreams, their life.
To live is to learn.
WHO DECIDED god WOULD RULE ALL OF HEAVEN AND EARTH?
THAT god WOULD BE A GOOD, FAIR, JUST DICTATOR?
HOW DID god EARN A PLACE IN HEAVEN, THE UNTOUCHABLE, THE BLESSED
I HEAR YOU, SPUTTERING
Dear last year,
I am sorry
I am sorry for the things I say about you
I call you the worst, I spit on your image
I carve out your memories as though they are wax I am widdling
To nothing.
Dear child, here's to us,
Do you see it?
Feel it?
Hear it?
Smell it?
Sense it?
Take a moment.
Dear Future Bride, I stop daily and think about eternity with you.Life would be simple but so worth living.We would be broke college graduates but we would be in love.We would live out our dreams together because together is the dream.Life is chan
Dear fri(end).
There’s a reason why friend
terminates with end.
It’s not always the sharp
SLASH
of a knife to my throat
or a slick
STAB
in the back;
Dear April-man,
Do you know
Why
April is the cruelest month?
I do.
Because it is when you took me
In your arms
In your bed
And I let you.
I let you.
I'm writing for money,
Normally you wouldn't say that to start,
but it's true honey,
And I'm off to a good start.
See, I just broke a rule of rhyming,
Dear my grandparents,
Hi, how’s it been
It’s been awhile since we spoke
But hey that’s not my discipline
Your the ones who decided to disown me
The tender gift of your gentle lips
graced my chilled, red cheeks
for the first time
The gift of your tenderness
gives me reason
Perhaps you are reading this and my eyes are still closed.
Perhaps you will reach for my hand and it won't be warm anymore.
Do not mourn for me, do not cry.
Humanity's mark of mortality,
Of fire-forged corporeal creation,
Doth hold prisoner my mentality -
Sweet memory sustenance citation.
A throbbing heart wails "no! no no! no no!"
Dear Self Psyche,
It's all out there.
There are no hidden curves or secrets behind corners.
You have leveled the ground.
The cracks and potholes may have been put there from your doing,
Dear me, You’ll regret this you know.Letting time slip by;it’ll pass in a flash.You’re leaving soon. You’ll hate this you know.All these hours you workfor a chance at more school.You’ll be there soon. You’ll doubt this you know.The path you have c
I love you.
Even though I could not touch you.
Even though I could not see you.
Even though I could not hug you.
I love you
Even though I could not name you.
Even though I could not sing to you.
Dear Andrew,
As I walk down the crowded halls, I feel your eyes burning into me.
But I turn my gaze away from yours so easily.
My mother is a woman like no other.
Dear mom,
What can I do? Now that the demon some called internal poisoning,
Took you,
Threw you,
And rotted your innards away,
What can I say?
While your sleeping, the world is weeping
Dear New Life,
Where do I begin
I came to you and you saved me from a world full of sin
Before you called me, the devil was playing with my sight
Now everywhere I go, I seem to shine my light
Dear Mr. Great,
I have given you this name for a reason.
At first you disliked it, but I know you felt humbled under the title.
When I speak those two words, my heart becomes idle;
Dear mind,
I’m sorry I’ve tried to keep you caged.
Trapped in those endless thoughts.
Negativity and pain.
I’m sorry I put you through this.
Dear Mr. Fitzgerald,
Your story The Great Gatsby is a novel I admire greatly.
And ever since I read it, I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you that you’ve got it all wrong.
Dear Nora,
My best friend,
I’ve never let you know,
But you are my best friend.
I’m too afraid to say it out loud,
Though it probably has slipped;
Hi. I know this may not come as a surprise to you but...
You look a lot like my dad.
Age 7
Ha! You look like you could be my dad.
10
Constantly rebeling thinking I'm not yours
Dear, Lady Who Told Me to "Get it Together"
Nobody tells you how sharp it feels,
like a chord
snapping and curling up on the e-string of a violin,
how it means walking on the eggshells
Dear, Lady Who Told Me to "Get it Together"
Nobody tells you how sharp it feels,
like a chord
snapping and curling up on the e-string of a violin,
how it means walking on the eggshells
Dear Future,
As I look onto you, fear installs
It often fills my eyelids
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll fall
You’re the only one that can lift it
The empty shell I call a body
Dear God,
Why?
Why do we hurt the ones we love the most?
Why is there pain, fear, loss, greed, malice, bitterness, anger, and selfishness in the world and in my own life?
my tongue was blue until you found me,
I was wasting my days with dirt on my face ,
blind from it all , the world became my personal space
Dear Mr. Butterfly,
I would always be the stranger you'd never know
With the hue of your eyes, I started to fall
Perhaps the fault of cupid's bow and arrow
I was shot and you were chosen amongst all
Dear me, aged 12,
When you are aged eighteen
So much will have changed
When you are aged eighteen
Fear will no longer keep you chained
Mom-
I know I haven’t been the best to you:
I’ve made you sad,
I’ve made you cry,
I’ve made you mad,
I’ve been so self-absorbed,
Dear Past Self,
How many words I wish I could say...
So many things I wish I could let you know.
I know its too late now, but I just want to make sure...
that you know you'll be alright in the future ahead.
Life is an adventure. An adventure that will continue on whether you take the reins or not. You will experience ups and downs.On this adventure you will get moments where laughter turns to painful sides aches and tender cheeks.
Dear Pain,
There are things that need to be said
but the words always seem to run
There are actions that ought to be taken
but the rhythm seems undone
The tears appears all dried up
Dear Future me,
My life in 2017 was a victory.
I started January on recovery from a mental facility
and I took meds that made me feel better, but I wanted to be free.
Dear Nathan,
How are you able to plunge deeper into my viscera
when your physical presence left years ago?
Invisible knives pierce my innards
and yet I continue.
Tiny little feet,
A gorgeous wide-eyed smile,
And 10 little fingers
Tip-toe into life.
We prepared,
Our home opened for another,
Our hearts warmed for a girl.
Dear Mom,
Thank you
Thank you for being there through all the hard times
Thank you for singing me to sleep and reading me stories
Dear citizens,
My heart swells with pride hearing the “National Anthem.”
Living in a country without freedom is something I cannot fathom.
Dear Daddy,When will you be home?These walls, they feel so emptyIn my house, I feel so alone.Here, my sadness drenches me;It’s been a year of intense growthWhile I learn to live without you.But this numbness is in my toes-This emptiness, I wish yo
Dear Life,
There's been ups, and there's been downs.
There's been smiles and there's been frowns.
But through it all, I will never worry.
I am headed to where I am meant to be.
Seeing your letters after long day’s toil, like flowers with warm ethereal glow grounded solitarily in iced soil Comfort and warmth upon me they’d bestow I held your promise so close to my heart
To a boyfriend from long ago:
Looking back on things, you were foul
You spouted lies,
Painted false pictures with black and white
when you knew I preferred color.
Last year I may have been rude,
you could even say crude.
Looking back now as time has passed,
I cannot confess how much has changed so fast.
From what I do now,
to whom I became,
I had no reason to inquire
The book that would so inspire
A normal day to school we went
Alarm clocks rang, by parents sent
My shoulder prodded by the backpack strap
When you sat upon an old friend's lap.
The world today is at war.
People screaming for more-
More peace, more love,
more reaching for the stars above.
No more war, no more lies,
no more spit in our people's eyes.
dear heart,
I’m sorry I left you unprotected
I thought when I surrendered,
I allowed you to be safer
handing you to a pair of hands too rough
i should’ve realized that would never work.
Oh how you have blossomed.
From the petite bud you were
to a beautiful garden of daisy's.
It was just a two years ago I saw what you were.
A dying bud who didn't strive to live.
To thee:
Dearest Galileah,
Beautiful newborn girl--birthed as scorpio--racially ambiguous and tiny baby.
Though alien-like you were, you are starting to slowly form the way your cousin did.
To the woman who ties her long, golden hair back with a floral bandana
Oh, how your silly little smile and southern impersonations have made me feel
We tear this world apart piece by piece
crushing the trees, tainting the water, claiming it all as our own
we can only hope, I can only hope
we open our eyes to the destruction we cause
A letter to my more than a friend,
but less than a lover:
Oh, how I wish you had said yes,
When I asked for you to come inside.
Dear Hunter,
The name of the person who had used the computer before me,
Had been Hunter McDonald.
There I was in the computer lab,
Sitting in front of my assigned computer,
Dear parents,
I want to exaplain myself the best way I can,
but most of the time I don't have a plan.
I want to succeed, you see,
when they tell me I can't.
Is it possible to defy the odds,
Pool Boy,
You were just a boy, sixteen years young - (blank) neighbor.
(Blank) demons derive from our paths crossing
when (Blank) was 4.
The day was hot, wearing nothing but the trainning bra and
To my future daughter,
I had hope to never have you,
but don't think of yourself as unloved or unwanted,
rather you are my miracle, my salvation.
To: The Butterfly
To Be Opened: When It Has Become an Autobiography
Dear Butterfly,
I have an image of the woman I hope to become
I am not her yet
When I drop you off,
I don't drive away,
until you are behind the door,
home and safe,
Because I love you.
The first time you found me,
I was a little girl.
You told me I could trust you
and then you turned around and ruined me.
Love at first sight is an amazing thing...
It's the type of feeling that makes you smile and your heart sing...
A special connection with family, friends and a lover...
Ask me why I love you,
And I shall tell you what I love most about you.
No lies spill passed my parted lips,
Only truths that swell from my heart and fall out my mouth.
Ask me what makes our love healthy,
Deep within the abyss of my mind
lies the ruins of my thoughts
They once stood tall and undefeated
by the feelings that they fought
A mom, not just a mother.
She wakes me up in the morning with breakfast.
She tells me about my undying potential.
She shows me how to be a powerful woman.
All because
She loves me.
Do it now
say what?
You wanna show you love me
that is what he said
but love does not have to be physical
that is what I thought
love is an emotion
not a caress on the shoulder
From island to desert
Memories are key
Eyes don’t scream greed
I trust they don’t make a fool of me
In distance I see
I am told you are the one,Always reminded of how lucky I am.You give every thought to me,Any doubts are nonexistent. Enthralled is one word to describeWhen I look at you.Every since our eyes first met,You captured me. I gave you my heartAnd you t
Because I love you, every time a tear wets those adorable cheeks of yours, I will be there to wipe them away
Because I love you, your problems become my problems, and we will fight them side by side
Because I love you,
Your privacy is yours to keep
Your friends and your mind too
In sickness and in health I’ll stay
and never make you weep
Sharing giggles, locked eyes, silly faces,
Midnight phonecalls, dreaming of futures.
Arcades, Sci fi movies, Civilization matches.
He introduces Legend of Zelda.
Love is pain. I am talking real life physical pain. Pain that you and only have your partner to blame.
That laugh so hard deep down in your stomach strain. That smile for so long your cheeks hurt pain.
You picked me up when she turned sour
Your sweet friendship was the candy we consumed on Halloween
Not given, but chosen and cherished
We're like the same person
Like two people in a crowd
I'll stay awhile
To see your shining smile.
Lip caught in your teeth,
Smudging the paper to magically
Make a figure emerge.
Breathing life with your pencil with
The blood sneakily tinting
Love
Simply a four lettered word,
But much more meaningful than one will ever know
Love is strong
Love is compassionate
Love is powerful
Love is communication
Love is loyality
I am a dandelion
Wild and free
Not to be noticed upon first glance;
It seems I lack the chance
To belong in a boquet
They look on in disgust
With selfish and hating eyes
Because I love you,
Hate is a disease; no one is ever born to hate, hate is taught.
Because I love you,
Insecurity is a worst excuse; insecurity is unloved.
Because I love you,
There are things I could do better
but I do hope you know how much I love, need, and appriciate you.
Our good life is all thanks to the things you do
We have many years ahead
Because I love you, you always listen to me.
Because I love you, you taught me how to see.
Because I love you, you taught me how to trust.
Because I love you, it is not lust.
I only have $10 in my pocket, but you can have it.
It's my last $10, but nothing in the world would make me happier than giving it to you.
I see that you're shivering, you can wear my jacket.
And it was at that moment, that exact moment, I wish I had not married you. I would have never married you. If only I knew. If only I knew that you listened to every little word that came out of my mouth with your undivided attention.
Forcing me to fit into your mold is not why I loved YOU
Because I loved YOU I tried to understand why you treated me so bad
YOUR flaws I lived with because I loved YOU
I now drifted because I love YOU
Tongue-tied
Mouth so dry
No words can be made
The gentle hands
That held me down
The gentle eyes that
hands that connect under a kitchen table over morning coffee and bagels
hands that slip under jacket folds in the crisp winter
hands that fumble together during the darkest point of the night
I want a fanfiction romance,
The kind of story that I'd write,
The kind where I meet "the One"
At a party some night.
Love is a raw word.
A word that is exposed and a word that is rough,
Open and whole in a way that other words just can’t quite touch.
There are many ways the word can be filled out, marred, and stuffed.
Will you be by my side until the end?
My mind is trapped inside a hidden box
If you were here to make me apprehend
The crosswalks in my life are a paradox
He called me Baby,
said that I was beautiful.
That I was smart.
strong.
That he loved me.
So I was in love,
I no longer think that a relationship is good
I no longer see marriage as my goal
I no can no longer want love in my life
Thanks Dad.
I thought you guys had a fantastic relationship
First steps, toddling as you go,
I will tell you no.
Laughing, playing, watching you grow,
I will tell you no.
Friends, parties, a first date with a beau,
I will tell you no.
I left when you stopped smiling.
When your frown was more permanent than your smile lines.
Your hand was limp in mine
and I knew that a false love would not be enough to bring life back into your heart, into our love.
Because I’ve learned to love you, I’ve learned to love myself.
No longer am I empty, like a forgotten dime-store shelf.
Because you let me love you, I’ve learned what love should be.
I know you don’t even exist yet, however I love you so much
I cannot wait to bring you into this world
I will cherish every moment with you
I will always be there for you
I will raise you to be the best you
You minipulate me
made your aesthetic to be that of a devil's
I guess its my fault
Ive always been known to be a devil's advocate
You say you love me
Two hands lift me up, a smile blinds me
nonsensical whispers and laughter
this is a hearth, my fire
Dancing fingers, dancing eyes
the clutch of protection
Love is wrapped up in all the little things.
"Have you eaten yet?"
"Wear your seatbelt."
"Are you okay?"
Love is wrapped up in all the big things.
"You look beautiful."
"I'm here if you want to talk."
You told me you loved me
Ain’t hear that in a while
i’m just so used to broken heart aches
and wearing a mask over my smile
Don’t tell me that you love me
and 5 minutes later you’re someone new
Because you love me
You would answer every shaky breath of mine with "are you okay?"
Because I love you
I kissed away your tears and held you so tightly
Because you love me
Because I love you I wait
For you to clock out
Because I love you
I wash the dishes at work
Because I love you
I take forever to roll my silverware
Because I love you
I know listening is just as important as speaking
What make you mad, what you value, what makes you happy
I'm not perfect but I try my best because I love you.
thats loveA deep inhale with the slightest touch giving an exhilarating rushthat melodious laugh that smoothes the soul.
What’s Love
Love is when someone drops everything for you
Love is when someone would do anything for you
Love is something you can see in another’s eyes
Because I loved you
I ignored all the red flags
I let you hide me
I forgave your infidelity
I did not care when you did not care about me
I was empty trying to fill you because only you mattered
I stuck with you because you make me feel safe,
For that hug of yours feels like home
Where I will never be alone.
Dear Love, I have only one request for you
And that is,
When we're togehter,
You let me be myself.
When we're together,
You don't "jokingly" call others faggot.
Because I love you, I bring you into my life
Because I love you, I let you meet my family and friends
Because I love you, we get an apartment together
The fighting and lying is left in your past,
And you wake up to something that lasts,
Each day reminds you,
Of the self you withdrew,
Dancin' into a beautiful goodmornin',
and playin' to a beautiful goodnight.
The passion is like no other
A fire of pure delight.
Sharin' from the weakest of detail
To the diary of a your universe.
Because you love me, you will be trustworthy and I will be the same Don't kiss my neck, whispering how much you love me if you are texting her when I'm gone I am not to be treated as though I am a piece in your chess game I am more than pawn Becau
A shattered heart,
Torn apart.
You broke me with such ease,
Knocked me down on my knees.
Despite who you are, I love you.
Despite where you came from, I love you.
Despite your age,
Despite what you are,
Despite your size, I love you.
Despite your looks, I love you.
Breaking through the confines of my mind, back to reality,
It is apparent that I am still sitting in the back of this
A healthy relationship is communicating with your significant other . its staying loyal to them and not betraying their trust giving your all to them no matter what the situation.
Possibly honest, honestly
How can I love you if I don’t trust you?
Untrue words make for great swords.
Because I love you,
We should agree on what matters,
And not care about our ideas,
On kings and mad hatters.
Because I love you,
We should speak with grace,
And not yell at each other,
This little cabin and your long nose make me feel at home
Among the crumbling beams, white but blue.
On this chair lies the greycoat, forgotten like the red before him,
Text me when you get home safe
(because I love you)
You know you can talk to me about anything
(because I love you)
I heard this and thought of you, so I had to share
a time when things were bleak,
when they sky was grayer,
and the sun more dim.
a time when you were drowning
and a time where i was lost
Real love is gained through actions and not words.
Love is not about someone's physical being.
It's a deep understanding of the mind and soul that can be blurred.
It's a force beyond what you are seeing.
Many have heard of the song that says "living young,wild, and free"
but on this day " living young,broke,and dumb" is on what i'll speak
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The ground beneath my feet is firm,yet I can spread and curl my toesin the forgiving soil of his support.
Love is holding your heart in the palm of my hand
And you holding mine in yours
It’s the thought that we could easily crush each other
But the belief that we won’t
In naive youth and innocence, I loved.
My affection for those around ran true,
Although the deepest emotions were gloved,
Only to be found the day I met you.
Once upon a starry night
Still is dark but seems so bright
The way the world just disappears
Into your eyes into your fears
Maleficent towered
and sweared she'd devour
Aurora with relative ease.
Our hero, empowered,
thought ‘This is the last hour
Maleficent ever sees.’
I sit in my dark mysterious cave, my crystal ball illuminates my face while I watch her explore the darkness of the sea, a beautiful and curious young girl. I keep an ear out for Triton, her father and my ex who banished me to this cave.
Cinderella dressed in blue
Went to a club to go find a boo
Her feet were killing her
So she took off her shoes
She moved her hips to the catchy tunes
She was drinking way too much
There was once a Little Match Girl,
Who sat upon the street
And sold her wooden merchandise
To buy some food to eat.
Now, this Little Match Girl
Before you read this, know one thing; I was not myself when I wrote this, and I am not one to write so negatively.
Sitting in my castle, the cold air blows
It is not a hassle, still it does not grow
Waiting for years to hear through my ear
A footstep by man who has no fear
I welcome him with golden orbs of light
Once upon a time, there was a wolf, tall and kind
Wanting to make things right, he made up his mind
He set off with fruits and veggies, favorites of the pigs
The first he saw, house of straw, smoking from a cig
Grandmother dearest,
Do you remember when mother died?
Your only daughter yet you never cried.
Tinker, Tinker Bell, oh I know you so well
You entice, you excite, but most importantly you're not very nice
I dare say this only to myself, or else I'll become very frail
You live for the attention, if I do so may mention
On C e upon a time
There was a g I rl who lived in a village with her step sisters.
Be Prepared for the Evil Lion King
The Return of Scar
They thought that I was dead....
No chance, no way
I won't say I'm in love
But not because I don't want to
Rather
How would I know?
A damsel in distress?
Can't relate
Fending for myself
I put on these slippers
And mice built me a gown.
I went to the gates
And a horse kicked a pumpkin into a carriage.
I locked eyes with a man
And a prince made me his bride,
and yet,
Long ago there was a boy
Who had outgrown nearly every toy
His parent's thought him ungrateful
But rather he had become hateful
One day he decided to play a prank
On the townspeople who had no clue
A young princess resided in a castle in FranceShe was pompous, narcissistic and arrogant. The princess was selfish and only cared about herselfBut her life changed forever with a visit from a stranger. One rainy night, an old man came upon her ca
"I love you," he said.
He did not.
"I love you," she said.
She did not.
However, all was not for naught,For both received what they sought.
In her rebel years a young girl was sent
to drop some medicine to her grandmother's neighborhood.
But her GPS took her into a jungle of wood.
She found a cabin that was shaped like a tent.
Once upon a time in Wonderland,
a kingdom north called Iridia stood tall.
The happy rulers gave birth to a girl-
who's beauty grew to stand above all.
Her name was Princess Katherine
When Father wished them dead,
it was an accident, and he was left with
Me, instead.
Bitter, lonely, servants of Death,
my seven brothers killed warriors and heroes, so my village sent
Me, instead.
Persephone, the flower child of Mount Olympus, a girl created from rainstorms and fruit seeds
The apple of her harvester mother’s eye, Nature’s most beautiful flower
once upon a time,
an old woman with wrinkled hands held out an apple.
“try it. take a bite.”
snow white smiled, shook her head. she pushed the apple away.
Once upon a time, in the hills of the country far away, there lived three little pigs. These pigs spent most of their days taking care of their home made out of straw, and the land around them.
she was looking for
in spare parts or corners
not change; but something to put in her pocket
that would grow warm over night
pressed against her skin
something very little
Your talk
Your words
Your stories
Are they fake?
Do you wish to pretend?
Imagination suits you but
do you suit it?
Snake-like lies
Whispers in ears
Rumors on lips
The classic fairy tale of Princess Aurora is known by all
How she pricked her finger and had a tragic fall
Into a slumber so deep and so long
That only true love's kiss could correct the wrong
What if the princess who lost her golden ball
had a dream that would warn her about the nasty frog.
It would save her from marrying a perfect stranger.
So the day the princess went into the wood
With the slightest stroke of serendipity,
My passage to a happy ending was
Opened.
And yet we started as
The most improbable pair.
Everyday. Day and Night.
Trying to reach my dream,
Come little Red whispered a soothing voice
Come here to me, I will show you the path
Come little Red it's time to make the choice
Come here to me and not face grandma's wrath
Once upon a time I was living in fear,
All alone, not one prince was near.
I went on an adventure and met a male,
He was a prince, and that's my fairytale.
Once upon a time
deep under the sea
lived Arie and his mer family
Arie was to be the next sea king
Stumbled upon an old book of law
he spent his days wanting more of something
Down the hole I go
Swirling back into a rut.
I fight my own mind as I bring the bottle to my lips
As the liquid stings down my throat I collapse.
9 to 5 just to stay alive ,
a Queen Bee in a hive of one,
palms calloused from wear, sweat gels down hair,
tear ducts dried from the Louisana sun.
Dreams larger than life,
Classic fairy tales
Are always about the details
That go on before the end
They start off with a girl
Everyone says Aladdin is my hero,
which is true, but let me tell you another
lingo.
I saved Aladdin
Yes me- Jasmine.
I helped Aladdin get off the streets
Yes me- Jasmine.
20 mattresses,20 down beds,1 pea,And a princess (me).
A pea is nothing.But when you are sinking into feathersand are pressed to the ceiling-That is when your sleep is uncomfortable feeling.
Once upon a time, heard of it? ofcourse you have; as your parents tuck you in at night starting off with the same phrase over and over again.
This lady's grief was not known, but set aside as a rumor.
A maiden who longed to curse herself to a long and foreboding slumber.
The nemesis is infamous, but what she did was requested,
Everyone knows the classic story of
Cinderella, but what if there’s a twist.
After the ball she is not deep in love.
The prince does not chase her into the mist.
once upon a time, a time in the distant.
a time for the future.
a time too far out of reach for the princess of today.
we are the the warriors, the godesses.
the nuturers,
the consultants,
She always looked to the surface to see boats pass by.
She claimed her love for humans is mere curiosity,
Her father knew that this was an obsession.
He warned her to never go to the surface,
Snow White must of been on crack,
To be at the arms of a stranger and take that fruity snack
In those shoes, how could Cinderella even walk?
once apon a time
a girl as white as snow
a girl with a beautiful glow
once apon a time
a girl with hair as dark as night
a girl who faced a terrible fright
once apon a time
The boy flies without a care,
forgetful of a future he once knew
yet now, he chooses to live unaware.
Wish as I could to change his fate,
for if he continues this way
We came to this new world scared,
we came in the cold of night
lost, oppressed, and we left our handprints and footprints
on every soil and water way
When you hear the word
NORMAL
You think
Of the common man or woman
You think
Of nothing special
Just plain, the "Average Joe"
Her smile shines like the bright sun
Teacher's plush pink lips
Move fluently as she speaks to us
"How about we play a game, class?"
My face lights up
I love teacher's games!
Your dominance in the world sphere
Creates international rife and fear.
We see ourselves as peacemakers
"Countering terrorism" with bombs and war.
There are ice cold politicians leading the front
The middle of class,
We flip a coin,
The debate begins when,
It lands on its side and hear,
How if it landed on heads,
The world would end,
Then the same for tails,
We stand up in our highchool classes
Unaware of what's going to happen in the next few months
Oblivious to any sort of patterns we share
To other propaganda techniques
My class raises their hand to their heart
"Columbus sailed the ocean blue, in 1692"
to discover a land as great as you.
I know you have a history of slavery, and evilness,
but eventually life became a bliss.
People of many culture and places
My fingertips strain, lift the window edges;
I peer beyond the roses, past the hedges:
I see America.
Liberty is ghostly white, she bleeds red, she cries blue.
Millions of souls with none to look to-
Learning as a hobby,
a thing of the past.
Memroizing for a grade,
the only way to a future.
America, land of the free.
America, home of the brave.
America, home of the immigrant.
Change is seen as scary, terrifying,
My Friends, Sam is at his greatest hour of need. / For our dearest Uncle's prosperity we must reaveFrom those who would threaten it. / Courageous Soldiers quiver under bedsheets, neglected.
America. She used to belong to everyone and she was okay with it. Rumor has it that an Englishman found her & sold her some dreams.
If any child goes to bed hungry
We can do better,
If our veterans live on the streets,
We can do better,
If our sick die without proper care,
We can do better,
If America was great
We wouldn't close up all our gates
because that walls not meant for peace
the foundations full of fear and hate
the world can't relate
they look at us with disgrace
it's 2017
Oh Josè Can't you seeGet up at dawn for a pennyThat you'll get after a long days workTo be sent back to your country when strawberry season is over• We proudly hail at the KardashiansAnd not our low self esteem youth• Whose broads from Atlanta and
For all the lives lost and the wars won you would think America would stand by its national anthem where we are all equal.
Mother America
I am did feed thy milketh
Her breasts were consumed with youth.
A preliminary smile that inspired a nation yet to be conceived.
America, oh America,
Great? Is that the word to describe you?
Freedom you boast, but rights you deny.
Equality you promise, but racism rampant in your borders runs.
America the free, America the brave
America where I am looked down upon for the cadence of my name
America where my people are slaughtered in the streets
America where murderers with a badge walk free
America the Great is a place
Said to be the greatest space
For values idealized by our forefathers.
Values such as speech and the individual
Once the land of the free
Now all we can see
Are unwanted walls and pipelines.
Register here
Come with me and see,
the lovers by the sea.
They are holding hands,
and make wedding plans.
I hope they stay together,
Do I need to speak a truth
that resonates as deep as my skin is brown?
Not caramel
not a hint of creme,
like buying a frappuccino
Only to pretend its contents aren't rich.
You might not care at all and turn a blind eye
To the issue of the North Dakota pipeline
But this is important, let me tell you why
We owe this country everything that we are in.
But is America great or do we lounge in sin?
The rich and powerful exclude us from their covenant.
Half of the people don't even trust their own government.
He arises from what could potentially be his muddy grave, knowing it has already consumed many greater than he.
He asks himself what he has done to be spared from the bombs bursting in air. Luck, supposedly?
People come to America in search of opportunity
Freedom
Independence
Wouldn't it be tragic if that wasn't true for everybody?
O’ America what was your name before they stripped you of your identity?
How does it feel with all that blood within your soil?
Does it displease you that people have ruined your good name?
America the great,how is something so "great"something I hate.
I am an introvert
No I’m not a creepy psychopath
Who watches people from my upstairs bedroom window
I attend events
Sometimes
France hates us.
The world laughs at us.
We are slobs.
We are free.
We are generous.
We are beautiful.
Waving flag; Burning flag
Freedom
Equality
Justice
For all
Let your voice be heard
Protest
Disobey
Eyes are powerful.
Have you ever seen a pair of eyes
Which do not hold a story?
To tell a story is to experience.
America, so beautiful
How proud our people sing
Of hope and opportunity
How sweet freedom rings
I am proud of America.
I am proud to live in a land of rights for all.
I am proud to follow in the footsteps of those who came before.
America, you of which I do dream
Every wonderful road, or each steel beam
The home of the brave, the land of the free
Why does your gaze never pass over me
forgotten, alone, almost derelict.
A child of an immigrant knows stength,
We see it every day in their eyes.
A child of an immigrant understands courage,
We wouldn't be here without it.
A child of an immigrant is proud,
A stranger in the eyes of a child damned to live in a country of wickedness,
How ironic the place of freedom is the most bound place on earth.
A solid chained weight on our ankles corroded in sinfulness,
oh, give me a home <br>where the buffalo roam <br>where the deer and the antelope play <br>where seldom may heard a discouraging word <br>and the skies are not cloudy all day <br><br>america, land of true libert
Thousands of faces
the smog blurs
empty stomachs moan
which soot coated hands cover
I'm laying on broken concrete
staring at the starless sky
they cover my ears so I don't hear their cries
Tattered veterans yet wave “Work 4 Food” signs.Temporary flagpoles unto themselves.Whilst banners to our double-standardsProudly displayed on speeding limousinesThat always cross the line.
You are asking me, if America is great as is?
Why not take a look around and see for yourself.
See for yourself the violence,
the death, the shootings,
the killings, and the protestings.
Today in the world,
People are obsessed with diamonds and gold.
Children forced to sit still,
Forced to bend to their parents will.
America now
Sees mental illness
As something taboo to talk about
Outside of a hospital,
As something to suppress so long as I get that ‘A’,
As something not legitimate next to a broken leg,
America wasn't great?
Im sorry, didn't know.
We aren't truly free?
Is that an actual fact?
I didn't even know.
I Couldnt see.
Cause I knew from the start,
America wasn't made for me.
Religious freedom you ask?
You must've heard it from the settlers.
Who dares question my right to believe?
We must've fought for our freedom not yours.
I am a prouduct of immigrants.
America can not be described in words
only people
in America every mind is beautiful
every heart is open
every voice is heard
equality is abundant
there is a home for the homeless
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
"Make America Great Again"
For who?
The rich, white, Christian men?
The promise that made some cheer and others fear,
for they knew their lives could be left in the hands of someone who didn't care.
Every year it happens.
The same cycle. Show up, sit down, go home.
Twelve years of repeating the same process so many
Take for granted and resent. I never saw it that way. I took
The cancer grows as the atmosphere degrades around our mind,
The influence of arguments and laten nights feeds it,
Its eternal host the meek and tis not kind,
Dark and lonely are the trees,Ugly brambles amongst the weeds.Tiring whispers of the past,Can’t see the forest for the trees.Mists sheltering quiet songs,A white that creeps along the ground,
A beginning.
New life, bright lights.
Tiny fingers, tiny toes.
A brand new life, a newfound cry,
I hold you close. I watch you grow.
You are my flower, my favorite joy.
This past year
I have discovered many secrets and talents within me.
It would be incredible to share.
I am a bright child, I have swallowed the sun, so please be aware.
This past year
The only legend I have ever loved is
The story of greed and a grateful sparrow.
A man was honest
His wife was full of greed
He found a sparrow hurt and scared,
I'm awake now,
for so long I was asleep
lying still
wrapped in my youthful keep
My sleepy eyes take a peak
and look around in fear
yet my body feels too weak
January was cold.
Weather has never bothered me,
Nor have I worried about freezing,
But I could tell, there was ice somewhere,
Capable of freezing me to the bone in seconds.
I am depressed. I am depressed
I am D E P R E S S E D.
I wear it like a badge upon my chest that
defines me!
Intro;
Okay
You are not good enough.
That is what I said.
sorry
I know this isn’t the funniest topic for a poem and I know it’s not what you want to hear before having to writeand put yourself out there
Burning.
Burning right down to the lungs,
right through every muscle,
every fiber,
every cell.
Road Blocks!
Oh, how I hated road blocks
There will always be road blocks I've come to understand
2016 was a year of challenges
Road blocks are changes for you to overcome
Thats what 2016 meant to me
Last year was the first year I could drive
Now I can go and see concerts live
Just me and my bro finding our jive
If I were to rate my the car i'd give it a five
Last year was the first year I could drive
Who I was is not who I am now, I remember starting my senior year in high school ready to get out of that circus show. They use to call me him use to call me someone I am no longer, I buried him among my insides to make everyone happy.
Who I was is not who I am now, I remember starting my senior year in high school ready to get out of that circus show. They use to call me him use to call me someone I am no longer, I buried him among my insides to make everyone happy.
You ever watch Donnie Darko?
That scene about the spectrum:
Between two bounds, the heart goes—
The emotings of fear and love.
I felt so sure about it before;
That love existed, and surely it does.
starting out
i knew the potential the year could have
i felt like a captain on a wooden ship
hands on the wheel, eyes staring straight ahead
Not long ago we were friends,
But now I need to send you to the ground.
The bitter anguish that swallows my soul,
This whole year is all a giant blur to me.
Ask me about specific happenings,
And I'll recount them to you faithfully.
While not all bad, 'Sixteen was saddening.
I lose my first grandparent April past,
Before us, it was me.
A hollow house stood on top of riches wider than the eye could see;
Nothing would stop me from knocking on the door of the bourgeoisie.
The thought of experiencing poverty was frightening,
I felt so small, so unwanted, so alone
It was supposed to be everlasting love from the start
Your affection was the only thing I wanted to own
The sadness consumed my mind, my body, my heart
A great amount of strife
Went on in my life
In the months of last year
I shed many a tear
Whether it was college desicions
My still developing skills and their lack of precision
I'm still me, but I'm not the same.
My hair is shorter, my spirit bolder.
I say I'm still me and in a way it is true.
But that doesnt mean,
That it's the "me" that you knew.
It was the Winter of my being
But outside I felt the heat.
A lot of people I am seeing
That I’m not pleased to meet.
The Loss of a friend is a difficult battle
The Ride with me on a single saddle
Was there to introduce me as a senior
The World Is Falling Apart.
So how do we startto answer the questions we ask in the dark?
Who Matters?What Matters?
When I drink you can't call me an alcoholic because I know you're just doing it because I'm Polish and it doesn't matter if I drink one bottle or two or five or twelve or if I really am an alcoholic none of it matters because it's just that I am P
2016.
The year I graduated Highschool.
The year I start college.
2016 was going to be my year.
Oh how life decides to shake things up
I went to get help in the summer of sixteen
Hard work a discipline
Working towards a goal.
State shoots January through July
For the world championships on August.
Friends and family supporting me,
Sponsorships and grandma funding me.
A year can change you.
Remember but forget the past.
Make way for new experience.
Listen to opinions but form your own.
Moderate your thoughts,
but everything in moderation.
My Growth Series
Kayla Kinsler- Commitment
I’m afraid of commitment
Can’t cope with restrictions
I want you with me
But on no serious business
I’m not trying to play games
I had a roof over my head
A full belly every night
And material riches beyond desire
Yet there was war within me
I couldn’t explain it
I just felt alone, with no one to trust
Im not really known
but your gonna know a bit about my life,
some struggles and some pains,
the things I had to fight .
Im not here to complain,
im only here to explain,
Suicide, cutting, and isolation
Three things that filled my life up to 2015
I am not the "me" I was before
The younger girl that everyone would ignore
I became a social butterfly
I saw fateful stars,
Not twinkling with lullaby dust,
But searing, scorching, bright
with meteoric impact.
I stumbled into black,
a murky, messy plight
of blurry edges, hollow words.
A red couch with baked-in trivets.
The big black weary vagabond
lands breathlessly, unknowingly
awaiting its fated execution.
The green papered ax falls.
A silence echoes, which fades
Golden lines flash across a dreaming,
sun speckled face. A child presses
his nose against the vibrating glass
of the moving train. The harassing
authority figure sternly reprimands
The sun kisses the earth to bed.
Fireflies dance to a silent song
and the wind, their swift lover,
caresses the earth.
An earthly possession
of expired, sun burnt leaves
Sister dearest who was swaddled in the same fleshy crib as I,
I am your fortified backbone when you
cannot carry your brittle burden
When you feel the pain of day to day life
It is my year. My year to be all that I can be.
This can be my year, for all eternity.
My year to be fruitful, my year to be loyal.
My year to make all my mistakes buried in soil.
–oh, I’m so sorry
It’s not like that, you see,
because when you traditionally think of people dying,
(especially the old, especially the sick)
When I was sixteen years damned
my youthful soul was froze over
my curtains were always drawn and
even my demons searched for cover.
I cared not for the future being,
the self I would become
A year is an illusion
Not tangible,not real, not alive
Yet it is the realest thing we have
Decade after decade, years progress
Never altered,never mended, never gone
This year has been a difficult one
Filled with sneers and words deadly as a gun
And who’da thought it’s all because of our election
Why do I get up?
It’s because I cannot stay down.
If the world is turning,
New possibilities arise.
If the world is turning,
Then the sun will go up
Colors are simple, as happiness should be.
I often find my myself drenched in multicolored lights,
Feeling bliss that is new and exciting, yet old and comforting.
I surround myself in varying colors.
Eyes Open.
Yawn. Strech. Groan. Stand.
Lights On. Pajamas Off. Dayclothes on. Eyebags Gone.
On With Makup. On With Shoes. On With Life.
Step. Step. Step.
Through The Front Door.
Senioritis has hit me hard
So I might as well be a bard
And explain to you why
I'm stressing.
I wanna be lazy
It must seem crazy
But senioritis makes my nerves fry
I'm stressing.
As a child, I endured extreme anxiety
once my adolescent body found itself
incarcerated by the unforgiving
darkness of the night.
Lay under the stars
Listen to music
Eat a few candy bars
Buy a bike and use it
Explore a new place
Read a good book
Make a silly face
Learn to cook
Drink a cup of coffee
I've told myself I should quit
when I see Senpai
and her friends
and their friends
I feel stabbed all over
but
when I come together with my true friends
when we strike sparks
Sometimes, you know the days,
You roll out of bed in a daze,
Even the usual mornin' coffee
Doesn't really touch the haze.
Getting to class, you feel good,
You forgot all the homework,
In the winter
When I'm down and want to feel better,
I call my friend Peter,
'Cause he's a great skater.
We walk to the rink
In the cold and snow.
We wish we had minks
I rise not for the sole purpose of
Having some place to be- which I do,
But rather, because I want to.
Every day is a new day.
This only means that the sorrows of yesterday are now in the past.
What bothered me then feels so close yet so far away.
The other side of my own door,
All with the rain's own sad downpour,
Standing are two with both feet sore,
Paitently wait forevermore.
The two remind me of a time,
When the sunshine was so sublime,
To live on
when I am gone
thoughts that were once in my head
may always be read
thoughts that were once in my head
live on when I am dead
to live on
when I am gone
Can we forget about yesterday?
Can we focus on tomorrow,
And put all our worried in the last day,
The last day we borrow,
From our God in heaven.
Can we?
Feels Good.
Gazing into the eyes of my lover
Ocean's heartbeat lulling me to sleep
Odd encounters ending in a smile
Drizzly skies and the smell of a book
Feels Good.
I’ve always feared being alone
Not the loneliness
Of being left home overnight
With the dog curled in your lap
Jumping at every small creak
The buzz of circular blades,
Cry of the time piece,
Voice of a feline,
And Mother’s melody
All pull me from slumber.
The smiles of peers,
We sailed to our own little island,
where the beaches were white,
and the stars lit up the night.
Where the rain was soft,
and we are the waves,
crashed upon the rocks.
I'm sinking
I've tried so hard to sail
My Ship
in your sea
But you've started up a storm
and my Ship
Just couldn't sail anymore.
Spare yourself a broken heart
by falling for a girl who is strong,
because I am weak
And sometimes my outlook on life is bleak.
I am sorry that I will never be enough
but spare yourself a broken heart
The Stars sit above our heads, as we sink intoour deep slumber,
while resting in the bed of your truck.
We think the same thought, as our minds become one.
A single thought that one day we will become a star.
Artist
lazy, artistic, nice and friendly.
love to draw, surf, and love the bay.
Believing in making an impact on the art world,
wanting the best waves on the west coast, buyers for my artwork, and to be remembered.
Get in the car, go for a drive
Cruise to the bakery, latte inside.
Look up cool poems, texting my love-
I swear, he's sweeter than Heaven above.
Go catch a flick, eat with my friends
I rise up with
The sun shining
Brightly on my
Face. It's all
Because of the
Man above. Feeling
Refreshed and ready
To jump for grace.
Say my morning
Prayers, because
Does he look at me with glowing eyes?
As my finger rushes the surface of his skin
He transforms my scattered thoughts into meaning
I gasp for air, but all the motions are beyond me
I choke, I try to speak...
When I was young, I built a house. Inside, I fashioned a kitchen with a corner cabinet and crawled inside amongst the dirty, rusty, moldy pans. The door closed.
Drafts 11 through 13:
The clicks of mechanical pencils
Punctuate the words wafting through the air
Intentional isolation
(alliteration, near rhyme)
I won't talk about who I amuntil the words are directed at no one,words shouted into air no one dare breathes. I am a good person,but that doesn't mean I am honest.
When I sit under this magnolia tree
the world around me vanishes
I am free
The God I serve is with me
Embracing me
Telling me followed his will
Poetry is not something to write an make up rhymes,
Then make up sentences using words up from your mind.
Poetry is a way of putting your thoughts an feelings together,
In a way that you can connect with one another.
There are so many meanings of poetry
Your definition can not be same as mine
It means telling a story
Because everyone has a story to tell
It means imagination
I.
The thin, paperback covers of the children's anthologies were cool to the touch
Under my fingers, still chubby and child-like.
They were pleasing to the eye,
Lined up so neatly on the shelf.
You were a child
who didn't belong in one place or the other.
How could you respond to the taunts that still haunt your deep thoughts?
Between the father that hurt you
and the mother that gave you up
Education is freeing of the mind,
giving sight to the eye,
leading to change.
Education is a breath of fresh air,
a thought of inspiration, a bridge
Poetry came to me
On the bitterest of midnights
When their was more black coffee running through my veins than red blood
And my mind wouldn't surrender to sleep
But morning was a long ways off
simple yet perplexing
difficult to procure yet comes with ease
borrow my sight for a second....
I'll borrow yours
ideas clashing, ideas intertwining
shackles broken, minds freed
a true menace to the tyrant
I am a semi-colon in the perfectly authoured novel of humanity.
Surrounded by perfect people, living perfect lives, never knowing strife.
In the arms of who they love, free to dream,
Colors flow around me
They are bright and vibrant
I see:
Reds
Firetrucks, blood, roses
Blues
Water, bluebells, skies
Anguish is plastered on her face
Like fragile, etched glass.
She smiles and pushes herself,
But is surrounded with frightful fragments
i never expected my life to be taken over by words rhymes stanzas i logged into the computer i typed my fingers dancing pressing buttons forming words rhymes stanzas endless metaphors for pain love tragedy my thoughts swimming in my blood pourin
Cluttered papers in a pile
containing heavy words and questions
so much to learn with a young brain
yet quite the wise perception.
I wonder how, at that age, I grew to be so glum
In mornings of old souls that spoke to young bold dreamers of the days when the sky fell on the lands that once believed in loveI listenedTo the children that used to play ku ku lamiya and ciyaarI witnessed
Pen hits paper
I can clearly remember
Seven years past
Focusing on the right track
Just ten years old
With a hopeful soul
Writing poetry became
Inept to me
The way it flows
Emily
She could not stop for Death
Neither could I
She could not let go
Neither could I
She tought me "be who I be"
I will be me
She told me "see what I see"
I see
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,
As inhalation occurs, your mind is scanning, panning, and planning
High pitch squeals and commotion amongst people occur
Your fingers itch and twitch and launch for your pocket
I see the world
From up a tree
What might this world
Be waiting for me
I wait to hear your wings
Fly through the wind
A man lie alone in bed, night after night, as death whispers in the ear to his right
An angel choir sings softly, in the ear to his left,
Until they fought in the middle because that's where they met.
A college education means sitting in class
taking your tests and trying to pass.
A college education means meeting new friends
hoping they'll like you, not to their own ends.
So hard to understand unless experienced.
Bond with others, from respect to care.
Escape and fight; from a past and for a future,
I have never known a man or woman,
Who had no words inside of them to say.
Some are too afraid to speak when they can,
For fear that if they do they’ll rue the day.
It started with that movie.
That one with Morgan Freeman.
As the opening credits rolled in,
that voice came into my ears.
Like soft grating gravel.
Invictus.
What once was a lovely rose
Beautiful full of warmth, love, color, and kindness
Now slowly wilts
What once was beautiful is now a gruesome beast
It's heart was once warm with love
It does not matter what they say
They say that your're crazy
But you know yure crazy beautiful
It does not matter what they say
they say yo're ugly
But you know they can't face the ugly truth
Bam!
I knocked you out
you hit the ground
I'm through messing around
playing these little games of yours
tired of you walking all over me like I'm nothing but dirt
I'm done getting hurt
In each of my hands
I balance the choice of right and wrong
In my heart
I hold my dreams for my future
In my mind
I keep my thoughts
With my eyes
I see the good and evil in this world
The written word never seemed meant for me.
Lines and dots were all I could see.
But then my Mother would read to me every night.
And soon I wanted to also read and write.
Books alone could open any door.
You sat there and said I was making up excuses to get away from you.You sat there and said I never wanted you.
Poetry...
I used to think of it as math.
Difficult. Different. Diffident was the attitude I took when asked to demonstrate.
It was a talent I commemorate for those that had it
It seems strange,
doesn't it,
To write about writing,
But I would believe it to be even more strange if no one ever did.
To me, writing seems to be much more than just,
Puting silly words onto a platform,
I love ice cream
Ice cream is my friend
It's always there me
when my day comes to an end
Sweet Ice cream
My tasty joy
I have nice dreams
of Ice cream with chips ahoy
if you asked me to say what poetry means to me
i could not write you a poem about it
for i write poems when i feel broken
or hopeful
i write poems to burn bridges
and build new ones
for myself
A number two pencil and a blank paper
sat on my desk.
My teacher, with gall,
said, " My poems are the best"
So I looked at her,
deep in her brown eyes, and wondered,
"Why is she telling us lies?"
Thou is a rose on summer’s day….
They told me there was no wrong way to interpret Shakespeare’s lines of poem
But can you believe I got an F in poetry?!
Perhaps you can.
When I'm told how deoxygenated blood Goes in through one side of our heartAnd out the other, carrying life through our veins and capillaries and to our organs
Take a look inside my soul
What will you find?
A passion for Art that lights up a room like early morning rays of sunlight
Love and Life that springs forth like a fountain
Would it be corny if i started with a Beatles quote?
“All You Need Is Love” fills me with so much hope
Because I’ve never been truly in love
So this idea sounds like a gift from up above
I can't live without my dad.
Yeah, so does seven billion other lads.
Some are mad or sad dads
But my dad is rad.
He's ideal as steel
But like me, we cried on the inside.
I am young, impulsive, wide-eyed, and green,
a sapling wondering which way to grow.
Still needing some support, somewhere to lean,
staked to stand tall when the strong winds do blow.
A song plays in my ear singing sweet notes
His lips part releasing a soft sweet hum
Callused hands strum chords which appear to float
And my heart harmonizes along with them
What’s the one thing I can’t live without,
If, on a sunny day, at the beach, and the waves are crashing, I find
Myself needing something worth needing, I might just scream and shout.
Is it a book? Perhaps, if Fate is kind.
Some say it would be a hell on Earth to live alone--
That life wouldn't be worth living if it was only a one man home.
Others say, "Oh, I couldn't live without this or without that,"
Victory is everything
The sweet taste of triumph
Cascading across your tongue
Giving you bliss
Fulfilment
Acceptance
On the shelf, it stoically sits,
patiently waiting for a stranger unknown,
to hear the stories of it.
Eager, the story teller speaks,
silently of the mind of a child,
to the strong and the meek.
My life, a boat.
The shore no longer comforting.
As the sun stings my naked back
My sweat stings my eyes.
Hunger drives me to devour and cough up
Sand
Sand that was once the beginning
Words that are translated from paper to song,
Melodies and beats that just play along,
In any language, to and fro,
Music is my world and that I know.
Pop in those headphones,
as the watercolor sun sets,
trees like black lace
against dimming satin sky
as the horizon fades
shadowed stars appearing
like exhalations
i feel You
and i know this
is how You love.
A world without color is a dreary world at best,
For I wouldn’t see the red dragons on Grandma’s vest,
I wouldn’t see the brown ochre of a bird’s new nest,
A thread is nothing without a needle
A moth is lost without light
A cookie will always be missing it's completing factor without that full glass of milk
And life seems small without my sister
No matter, What air I breathe or what sea I see
I will always need a companion with me
No matter, If where I stand is little town or city grand
I will always need someone at hand
Gimme a drink that's fresh and cold
Gimme a book that's long and interesting
Gimme music with an addictive beat
Gimme a blanket that's warm and soft
Gimme a videogame from my favorite series
Under the waters of the deep blue sea
I swam 'cross waters intrigued as can be
The waves agreed to show me around; tide in my fawn
I had time on my hands, for each day a new flavor
Quiet in the corner
The girl
Not me
But she could have been
So much more than she is now.
Quiet in the corner
The boy
Crying
Never listening
To what he has to say.
Frigid, icy shudders
Heart so close to dead
Yet with her hand my chest it beats
Warm skin against frostbitten lips
A summer kiss to dull my winter sorrow
Her laugh could make the flowers bloom and birds sing
Theres many things i want
Not many things i need
Need a necessity or obligation
Well we need water
We need oxygen
“Have you ever heard of the power of words?”
He sounds like some sort of Jehovah’s Witness, standing there on the sidewalk with his books hugged tight to his chest, staring at her with eyes so impossibly wide.
All I need is my mind,
And, in turn, my thoughts refined,
For as Descartes would have sworn,
That is all I truly own.
If I were gone and never found,
Or stranded somewhere underground,
I simply can't live to see another day,Without you, my friend, the world would be grey.You bring out the best of me, You help me escape and feel free.
What a stereotypical question
What is it you need to survive,
To thrive.
So many answers rush through my head,
but it all boils down to one all encomapssing word:
Love.
What is this pain, a growling monster deep within?
It bites and screams, making my vision spin
It yearns the light of day, it longs release
The more it fights, the less my stomach feels at ease
On an island far away
So, some music I will play
Six strings and my hands
Melody in the sands
Mood displayed in every note
Mental songs that I have wrote
Come alive with every strum
All the way back in the streets,
I was young,
She was a year older than me,
She is my sister,
I couldn't have survived without her,
Even though my mom worked hard as fuck and because of that she was gone,
I can't live without air.
Seriously.
That automatic pull that the lungs take,
that convert within themselves,
without us even thinking or knowing.
That creation of taking in and out what is around.
Applying for colleges gives me anxiety. All of the money it requires that I dont have for programs that I want to get into but can't without help. Mabye I should look for help a scholarship.
I didn't realize the innate desire for a friend
until I was without one. She appeared in my life
like an angel.
Everything I was not.
Cool, calm and collected as we tumbled through life.
All I need
is a hand to hold.
Teach me how to be bold
I do not need to be told,
I need to be shown
not by diagrams and charts
but by the careing of someones heart.
All I ever needed was you
All you had to do was tell me the truth
Instead of doing all of that you put me through
I was suppose to be someone you loved
But yet you placed someone else above me
What I require is
What most people desire
Not power or absolute control
But hope
That is all I need
I came into this world, not knowing much
As any child would as such
But there they stood, the duo strong
I'd rather call them Dad and Mom
Helped me take my first steps
Led me, helped me, no regrets
Stranded on a deserted island, with just one thing to bring
Stranded on a deserted island, with just one single thing
Some request their phones
Distract
without one, I
would be alone with my
thoughts- tearing my mind to
pieces.
If I was stranded on an island, all I need is the Holy Bible.
Just God's word, is all I need.
His advice, is all I need.
God's ways, is all I need.
To read how great he is, is all I need,
Just as there can be no light without darkness
and no joy without pain,
A life without death
would be a world drowned in vain.
For though death is painful
and too hard to swallow,
Determination, deprivation
I must persevere.
no food, no water,
Will I make it out of here?
Seems helpless, I'm breathless
deprived, and alone.
But if I don't help myself,
He grips my shoulder and tosses me into the closet, teasing
I hear his mocking laughs as his video game beckons
I sigh, take out my own Game Boy and play my game, button-squeezing
If I was stranded and had nothing, what would I need
Maybe materials for writing or maybe something to read
Or maybe I would just need a good friend
Someone that would stay with me until the end
Faced with the ultimate question,
If I were stranded,
All alone,
What would I bring
To make me feel at home?
The answer is difficult,
Not an easy task,
What would I do,
One person I could not live without would be my mother. I love her with all of my heart, there’s no way we could ever be apart.
My Pen
Effortless glide
Of black ink
Splattering the sheet like an enchanted paint brush
Light as a feather as it nestles in between my fingers
Words slipping out
Images spreading like wild fire
The waves form giant crushing fingers
The boat bows and dips with the swells
The rain and the winds seem to say "Give up"
My fingers float,
page after page.
Waves crash against the boat,
they've gotten harder with age.
But still I sing.
When I'm lost without a map,
and the world around me
What do I need? Someone to love,
Not a coat, shoe, or glove.
What I require, is to be human,
To laugh, to live, to be believed in.
It is difficult not to be
Thinking of an island with a single tree,
What I need are my dreams I have while awake.
My ambitions that keep me foing forward,
Doubt I always shake.
Growing and succeeding for those whom I care,
Becoming a better person, becoming more aware.
The one to hold me day and night
The one who brings me endless light
He keeps me safe and warm
He makes me know that I'm adored
My love is all I need.
The one who makes me giggle and snort
Laying alone on the gritty, ecru sand
the grains dance about your eyelashes, teasing
knowing you're envious of their dance partner.
The dunes sigh as the wind sifts through and carries
I feel you on my skin
Your sweet caress against my cheek
You who are as harmless as you are destructive
Wonderous and immortal you give me strength
Reflective as the water which you ripple through
Sentinel
Sentinel, thy life
conceals many another.
Those life, under both
unwavering light, revealed.
Though my words will be my living,
Though my books will be my bread,
I can lose all of these things
And still have everything I need.
Though my friends will be my buoys,
What could I not live without?Well that would be my faith,no doubt!When times get tough I stop and pray,He will listen and make me gay. Me and my daddy had a special bond,We spent most of our days fishing at the pond.Then he started leaving me to
What could I not live without?Well that would be my faith,no doubt!When times get tough I stop and pray,He will listen and make me gay. Me and my daddy had a special bond,We spent most of our days fishing at the pond.Then he started leaving me to
Most people say
what they need most
is their cellphone,
or their laptop.
But I never see people say
who they need most,
like their best friend,
or their mother.
When I cannot sleep at night and nothing feels right,
I look to you.
When you guide me on my way and protect me as I lay,
I will thank you
I suppose that all a person could ever really need on a deserted island is food, water, shelter, books. But what I need is something ordinary yet overlooked. The one thing I'd drag with me on a deserted island, the one thing I can't live without.
I'm addicted to Pepsi.
Something I seriously can’t live without.
I know too much is bad for you,
but pour me one before I start to pout.
I’m addicted to the sweet, sugar rush.
Sometimes I wonder how it is that I don't scream
because it is the six thousandth time that I
have turned on the shower.
We spend four years
They told me the odds were stacked against me
That with a heart in my condition
With a family history filled with roses
I can't live without him. Rather, I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for him. He loved me when I was so empty that I might as well have been a corpse And because of his love I never became that corpse, rotting six feet under the ground. He taught m
What is your reason?
What makes you get up every morning?
What keeps you above the water?
Daily tasks cause us to sink
We begin to drown in the every day
Holding signifigance seems nearly impossible
Live music is not a concept.
It is not something you can hold
in the palm of a sweaty hand
until the night has ended
and then release like a caged animal
when the band has exited the stage
The days in which I’m met with burden
in dreaming
in reaching
in swallowing between the breaths
Those days
A deathless twist in which my hands grow sore
Obtuse in my mood by the mark of the four
And by sun’s meridian I haven’t got more
But to shamefully begin again
My life was not always this way
I use to sit only feeling suffering and pain
I'd cry for hours myself to sleep as I feel my soul slowly slip
From my body into the dark abyss of the cold world
She's there when no one else is,
She's the person i can't live without and there no doubt about that
we argue and fuss with each other she's basically my mother.
All my heart,
With the blood it pumps.
All the air,
That fills my lungs.
They could take it all,
Intangible and addicting Each day I see it, each day I use itYet when without it I'm restlessWithout it seems nothing will fit
If I had no hope, I’d never try again
I’d give up all the love I have, and never try to mend
If I had no hope, I’d stop writing you each day
I’d throw away my pens, and leave my letters in the rain
The Truth is be like a flower which gives a fragrance to even those who crush it.
The Truth is when words come from the heart of anyone, they find a place in the heart of others.
Words have a pulse,
They bleed and they bruise,
Like a heart’s beating impulse,
Only that you get to choose.
Like a scream gone ignored,
Or a sob in dark, behind closed doors,
A Life of struggle, betrayal, pain.
The life of a man with a beating heart but no place for it.
18 Years a lost life was led until a love landed in his lap.
You ask me to tell what I can’t live without If taken literally this isn’t hard to figure out I need food, water, a roof for my head Air and sleep or else I’d be dead But clearly this is not what you ask So diligently I'll tend to this task Life,
I could swim in an ocean of money, fly over the waves of pavement in my Lamborghini, and lie beneath the suns beautiful touch, but all of this would mean nothing if I wasn’t doing it with you.
I need someone to love me, someone to care
but at the end of the day and all through my life only one person is always there.
Its not my mom, my brother, or friend
I need my phone.
Yes I'm addicted,
But I need it.
What if someone text me,
Or messages me on Facebook,
Or maybe sends me a snapchat.
I need it.
It’s not something I want, it’s something I need
It’s something that fulfills my every wishful deed
It courses through my heart, my blood, my veins
It’s given me life, and made me forget the stains
College
Stressful, Exciting
Studying, Partying, Exploring
Dorms, Quads, Friends, Professors
Crying, Eating, Reading
Fun, Short
University
Chapter One. Elementary School. Easy.
Two plus two equals four. So does one plus three.
Coloring inside the lines, it's got to be perfect.
Chapter Two. Middle School.
Why bully?
Why put others down to make you feel untroubled?
Day after day it's like a routine, making others feel abandoned.
Not because you want to, but because you must.
But why?
I tried to embrace myself with happiness,the long run had just startedsince the day I decided to changeand lose the old me forever.
To go to school I need money.
To get good grades I need money.
For books, codes and clickers. I spend all my money.
I work two jobs. One for the money, one for responsibility.
We often forget the purposeof red brick buildingsin the nine hour hurry upand wait
We often forget the purposeof pen and paperin the technicolor dream ofgoogle docs
In the hunt as few may call it ..for peace,happiness,the reason of life.
Day by day restless nights; due too reminsing chapters from back it time.