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Blue skies after a storm blows away; blue eyes trying to keep the tears at bay.
You’re all on your own, a burden to those around you.
They push you down, and you can never pull yourself back up.
I am thankful for the clothes on my back thru this chilling season,For the roof over my head and comfortable bed,For the plenty of food that keeps my tummy full,
Space is coolest in my mind,
We are ever searching,
And who know's what we'll find?
To be an explorer is my wish,
to see supernovas, pulsars,
and even Pieces the Fish.
He was sad, So was she
She lost Everyone, So did he
They cried and wept, Coped and fought
they commited crimes and were caught
Behind bars they then sat
Cried no more wept no more
Each day before they parted they told her,“Remember”.So she did,she remembered,keeping their facesnext to her heartand listening to their voicesin the silence of her mind.
I never thought that I could feel this way
I never really searched for this feeling
- None worthy to share it with anyway
But I stumbled on it, now I’m tingling
She washes away
I see her wasting away
I try to catch her,
But I know she's gone
It eats away at her body, day by day
I can't help know she feels alone
"WHY!?" I scream
No one answers me
How was I to know?
I never learned what would happen.
I was told that if I did not do it,
I would not need to know the rest.
How could I have suspected, that there was poison in my drink
Like Jupiter, his face always features at least one giant red spot
And Saturn's rings have found a second home beneath his eyes
The stifling clouds of Venus emanate from his throat
The whole world is screaming
Everyone has an answer and none of them are correct
It’s a mass of conflicting ideals of religion and politics and argumentative tones
The first love poem
Inscribed on a clay tablet
By Sumerians
Does not speak of
Candy hearts or kisses or
Perfumed nothings
That make your heart beat and your
Cheeks flush hotly red.
Your skin so soft. Your love so hard.
I am forever a student of your teachings.
and until your last breath
I will love you.
and forever after.
Words could never do your beauty justice.
mind is on hold
heart is in fast-forward
words were once all I needed to hear
now I need a proclamation
a declaration from you to me
make me your everything
desire at will
your power, your love
Lost is the lady bee in the apple tree
Drawn to the nature without a mother
Carrying only a bit of poison to protect herself
Looking for the soft petals of security
Back in 1776, when America was formed
Being held by the goverment was never-more.
Free to do as we wish, to keep power in our hand
And with that dream we built a grand country across this land
Into the den of the wicked blackbird
and past my less fortunate peers,
I arrived in an orchard humming with growth
and the beauty I no longer possessed.
Hundreds of years have passed in thee,
Not only by white but the red shed with scream.
We fight for our freedom and now it's my turn.
I am the future of this place.
Loneliness isn't a weapon
Yet it causes pain to stir.
Loneliness isn't contagious
Yet it's exposed in almost all.
Loneliness isn't difficult
Yet it's seems hard to solve.
Nevertheless the sweat drip drip dripping
From the anaerobic exercise
Of running while holding the sparkling
Red in your gut
Serial killers relentless as they appear
But hide between their crotch
Death has no jurisdiction
Death is everywhere in every state in every nation
Death does not seek gratification for it knows no emotion
Death strikes with no warning or hesitation
Raw Emotions
can
spill
onto a page
without making a
sound
Which brings the greatest sense of freedom (I’ll ever allow)
‘Cause some things should
Never
be spoken (aloud)
I'm trying I'm trying
I swear that I am
But my life is in pieces
I don't give a damn
Yes I know it's unhealthy
Yes I know I could die
I'm told that I'm pretty
But that last one's a lie
I needed it.
Release.
You know, let go.
Be gone.
Release.
Where was this magnanimous means that would submerge my problems
Flush out my feelings
Bequeath my body with boldness
They promise so much
Yet give so little
They promise a shoulder
Onto which you cry
They promise an ear
Into which YOU would never lie.
In the field where we once played,
Fairy flowers softly swayed,
But when breeze and blossoms met,
Like false friends, they fell away.
So did all my dreams for us
When a whisper slayed our trust.
Often, in unmemorable moments
when life is nearly normal,
I glimpse your features
in the face of a stranger;
hear echos of songs
we sang together;
smell your familiar fragrance
Do you write because you
like the way that people look at you
when you say, proudly,
I am a poet
or is it because there is a girl
or a boy (or anyone)
in your life that you
want to hear your insides,
I was whole, once.
At least I think so.
Just because I can't remember not feeling like a mixed up jig-saw puzzle
doesn't mean I wasn't ever a complete entire unit...
Right?
Or maybe I'm wrong.
I'm buried deep in the ground,
No entropy, no sound.
Just the beat of my own heart,
the metronome of my restart.
shove it into a corner and push it away
the voice that eerily chimes his name
Squeeze your eyes shut and leap away-
you can't face another day
run through a corridor- frozen in time
The inseparable bond just disappeared into thin air,
As if it never existed to begin with.
But wait, flashback: weekend after weekend , we'd ride the metro to D.C. or go see a movie. We'd talk, we'd laugh, we'd have a good time.
“If the world was my classroom, what would I teach a girl?”
I would teach her to always be herself,
No matter what the world says,
“If the world was my classroom, what would I teach a girl?”
There is beauty at the bay
And as the waves crest
You need to blow your sorrow away.
When they crash, feel the spray
And enjoy the sun set to the west
That’s what grandma would say.
Maybe it was the black
mold that killed me.
The kind that stares at
you from the bathroom
walls or perhaps
it was the broken sink,
Exposed at the seams,
inviting in bugs that
I concur.
If it's against my religion,
it should be illegal.
And while we're passing laws,
let's make divorce illegal,
and premarital sex,
and tattoos
and drugs
and alcohol
As I slowly count the clouds float across the lifeless clear blue sky
I see the distress grow in her eyes.
It consumes all the she sees.
Everything she had vanished
Gone, in a heartbeat.
In a world of Bigs
Live the littlest of all,
With the biggest of hearts
yet are just this much tall
)My freedom is not free
Others who came before me
Worked for what I have
Not to be taken for granted
I am standing firmly planted
My eye is on the prize
Freedom is not Free
Talk about atrocities in a world of animosity,
focused on the bureaucracy and ignoring the humanity,
the insanity in doing the same thing again,
the worlds fucked now cuz it was fucked then,
Hunger over here
Hunger over there
Hunger everywhere
My eyes lie when I look away
My heart beats as I drive away
Anything helps is what they say
Birds are free.
They soar the skies endlessly.
I can only feel recognition for the one in the cage.
Alone and depending on the hand that feeds it.
I'm the one locked in the cage
DO you CHOOSE you're own path or does FATE run the show? ..................................HAVE you ever met someone who CHOSE to be BORN with AIDS? .........have you ever met someone who was DESTINED to become PRESIDENT?
I am searching for someone.
Who will love me for who I am.
Not love me for who they want me to be.
My heart is extremely fragile
As fragile as a piece of glass
And I am searching for love
On the outside, I may look normal,
Just like all the rest.
But inside, I am hurting,
My heart tearing in two,
From the voices in my mind,
That tell me what to do.
I can’t escape their orders,
The thoughts are often,
the thoughts are deep,
the feelings are overwhelming,
she can't even sleep;
her wrists are full of cuts,
but her stomach is empty,
when she turns off the lights,
Running through the striped tunnel, its a long way.
You can't stop running, that's your life goin on.
But you'll stop, just this once
Turn around. the walls have photos,
frames of your life, glimpses of your past.
Dedicated to the man whose quest for wanderers
caused him to question that term's definition.
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Why can't I think of something to write?
I've been at it day and night,
But nothing really comes to mind.
The Muse of late's been most unkind
In leaving me in this irksome plight.
Long passed are the four-score and seven years of our nation's founding.
Not so distant was a time of our dominance.
A time was not so long ago were we the world's sanctum.
What is this thing floating in my ocean?
It bobs with the wave, like a bird
See the way it behaves
It is not alive
Is it a toy for me?
Is it for play?
It smells of the ocean spray
It is different
I am running,
Forever it seems,
From a past
I am running from memories
Memories that cause pain
Memories that I wish had never happened
Every time I hose down the fire,
I turn around to find you throwing gasoline into the embers. Then, you point your finger at me for not being able to completely put out the fire.
You sit back waiting, watching the flames go up
The only thing I'm good at is being banged in bed sheets over the head
Bodies touch emotions would rush but there's none
No passion
no good reason or ration
Just for money to blow, a high rate hoe
Am I my ancestors who fought for freedom
Am I next to the throne of our unclaimed kingdom
Am I the fear, sorrow, hurt or pain
Am I the silver lining after the rain
Who am I?
I’ve got so many pictures and so many thoughts.
Oh I’m so blue, there’s just so much to do!
I’m scrolling towards infinity.
Should I reblog it, queue it, or like it?
Should I post a picture, a video, or a blog?
To be at the top,
you dont have to be hot.
You may be hot,
but what not?
A lack of knowledge
Knowledge is Power.
I am child
Forced to be a man
Told what to do
Not able to choose
I am a child
Unwanted
Unloved
Why was I born?
Long, hot, glorious
The summer stretches before us.
Softly wisp'ring smooth summer breezes,
Shorts, Tank Tops, Flip Flops.
4-H projects are unexplored mountains
higher than the blue summer sky.
One long night after too many shots,
my friends and I crossed the train tracks.
We were headed back to the apartments
and couldn’t wait to rest.
The universe is expanding, everything moves away from Earth at an increasing rate.
Earth is becoming more isolated, lonelier.
There are 7 billion people on Earth, 361 million on the web.
We are more connected than ever.
If I could wander these city paths with you forever
That would be true eternal bliss
Because the cars whizzing by, the skyscrapers tearing holes in the bright blue sky
See me at the doorway,
The division between the Dark and the Divine.
Insecurely, I inch toward my Immanuel
While puddles collect at the foot of the Father,
Being bottled up one by one.
My I Am.
I love when poems rhyme
It reminds me of a better time
I was young, the world was bright
Playing house, telling moons goodnight
But as I grew, the world grew too
Today I dressed in all
pink
because I made the mistake
of leaning in close
to the mirror.
I SAW my enlarged
extremities,
and the forced eruption
It’s smooth, curvy, and cold to the touch,
It’s an unimaginable feeling that escapes in an instant
Because one day it’s there, the next day—gone.
Only eagle eyes spot it;
Only the earth knows its hiding place.
The war was caused by visionaries
Looking for a better future,
But one can only wonder -
Was this the society they had in mind?
Their war scarred my people with its devastating aftermath,
I've never met Prince Charming
Never had a "noble knight"
I am my own stability
I've been my only light
You've killed me with your lack of words
I've suffocated in neglect
Life, what is it that you cant do to me.
What lessons, what fate is there that you are dying to show me.
My hearts stopped, my mind is froze, my legs are locked so do your worse to me.
She's standing there as the leaves begin to fall,
Memories flashing through her head blurring all.
She looks around and begins to see
who it was she use to be.
And suddenly it hits me like a punch in the gut
that I can BE all these beautiful things I read:
I can cut off my hair and wear fishnet stockings
and clomp around in big black boots and I
In the mind of my mother
dishes are cleaned and neatly stacked
all on her account.
His dress shirts are washed and neatly pressed
in great, abundant amounts.
In the mind of me
There are faces swimming in your vision
Memories you'd much rather forget
Nightmares in the daytime
Tears you always regret
They taunt you with their freedom
The injustice of reality
At a young age, maybe seven, I had a connection with the main character of a children's cartoon show, Dexter's Laboratory; both he and I enjoyed the thrill of invention.
Cause if I sit here and think of the fact that you used me, confused me, I’d lose me.
But screw that I don’t think I act, matter of fact I’ll leave so quick you won’t feel no impact.
when we say No
most others consider it an Invite
when we push Away
they all thing we are Pulling
when we Refuse
they ignore our Words
when we voice our Rights
they call us Names
Will.
It bends It creaks It pleads not to break.
You work You struggle You move.
Will.
Can’t see it Can’t touch it Can’t smell it.
You breath You laugh You shiver.
Will.
I find it much more difficult to write
To tap tap tap into my own mind
To indulge my words and to delight
In the soft and sweet poetic kind
A man I knew, or did one time
(CHIME – rings the bell)
Have you any plan for after tonight?
(CHIME – rings the bell)
Have you any bed to take slumber till morn comes?
(CHIME – rings the bell)
Now Hollywood wants to make you think they know what love is.
But I'm a tell you what true love is.
Love is not what you see in the movies.
Its not the ecstasy, its not what you see in that scene
The first time he tried to teach me to drive stick
I crumbled over the steering wheel
chest heaving as though an earthquake
had pried open my ribcage,
my lungs having too much space to breathe.
A mother's journey
is the journey of life
of nature
or nurture
of happiness
and of sadness.
I feel like, every black teen wanna be the next big hooper
And if they don't make it, they feel like they've been Kama Sutra'd
Some play overseas for a backup plan
It begins when
The innocence of white
Flirts with a tease of pink.
A white dove
Grows strawberry lips.
And soon comes the thirst.
The passion.
A rosy cheek
And burning tongue
The way it read, “Poetry Slam”, made it sound so violent
I liked to think the artistic community was more refined
than the MMA fighters slamming each other with folding chairs
Do we ever take the time to consider?
How, someway, we ended up in this place
The greater part of the world is bitter,
While we seem to stand still at our own pace.
We went through our lives believing in this
“One step at a time,” she says to me.
“Just a few more steps and you’ll be free.”
As she speaks we draw closer to the roaring sea,
and I wonder what this woman could want me to see.
What does the future ask of us?
What does it have to say?
About all the mistakes we are about to make,
are making, will have made?
The world was getting heavy
As he lingered me a wink
I knew that it was wrong
But I didn’t stop to think
Tear ducts have rusted,
Oxidized for too long.
A speck of water remains,
Unabashed by nature’s ways.
A diamond presents itself.
To marvel at its beauty is ignorant,
To marvel through its beauty is luck.
What I hear is not aggravating but pleasing the way she is played
She gives my heart a beat and has me loving the way
She sings the melody to her rhythm
I then tune in and listen to the sweet chords that she’s “givin”
Here you go, stuck in the undertoe.
This isn't a beach, though, but a life.
Flail your arms about and you may get out.
Don't do it and you will become your own foe
I live in
A parking lot
In the quiet corner of rosemary hill
I am guided and parked always
27 lines down from the first spot
Which makes my space the 14th of the lot
But I am not very particular about this
What happens to the dream
When it becomes reality?
Where does the dream go?
Will I just come up with another dream
To replace the old dream's empty spot
Like a shark replaces its teeth?
