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Challenges in life come up
Plans get wrecked
Times seem dark
And your head seems like it's a mess
We all need a little push
To go in the right direction
Something to help motivate us
Through the dark and vile came the light awakening a brumal beast. With hands like fire, virtuous fingertips graze upon the unrest of the cosmos singeing all connections that once restrained it as human.
Dear younger me,
How would it be,
If I told you that I'm you and you're me,
Go ahead and let the astonishment free,
As you see through me how great you will be,
There's few things I have to say,
She is not perfect.
She is rough around the edges.
She is good on the inside,
But others do not see the goodness in her.
She only wants to feel.
Something.
Anything.
America, I love you
I love your apple pies and extra fries
And the soldiers that love you enough to die
I love root beer, and my self-expression
And my right to get an education
But, America
What are we?
It's like sand Honey
Sand in an hourglass
And I'm trying to grab on to it in the middle
Like its a rope but it keeps slipping through my fingers
I feel it. But I feel it slipping away
the humanity in my
existence
the sword held by my last
breath
the writer telling the last
story the last
set of rhyme,
Like a quantity divided by zero, I am undefined.
I am cognition in your mind.
I slip through your fingers when you try to figure me out.
You and I are very alike, we are not what we think we are, and are
Life has its ups and downs,
Some days the smiles get mixed with the frowns,
But you have to look around
and keep your head up and dont look to the ground.
There is more to life than tears
Look outside, outside yourself
Outside the problems, outside the consequences
Outside the people, outside the judgement
And just look, don’t speak, don’t think - just look
Enjoy the beauty
the sun sets and i forget the bitter sweet joy of your loving kiss how you use to make me want to scream and expect the love to come in and shower me now its less hours more tower time i try to make the tarnsition stop just in time but yet i am b
I am an undefined nature, a creative heart that gives love.
I am a misunderstood human being with a beautiful mind.
I am a powerful black woman that fights for the freedom and justice of others.
The other day I was feeling a bit off and for once was not the source of positivity
I was letting other people’s words get me down regardless of the relativity
I am powerful
But there are so many other peope in the world
But I am one in a million
I am determined
But you don't do all that is possible
But I do what I feel is possible
I am unique
Some say a smile is worth a thousand words, my smile apparently is worth a thousand compliments.
What makes me Flawless is my Confidence
I'm so Flawless I'm up for this.
Taking my dreams by storm and not letting anyone or anything
knock me down with this.
Broken pieces of the past create a ghost of a girl,
slowly fading away with each tear and fake smile.
All she ever wanted was love,
“It makes me sad that you’re unhappy with life,”he said to me.
I looked for the words to say,searching long and hard in my mind,but nothing true came.
There it stands...
Looking you straight in the eyes...
It's road block in your path of success.
Can you defeat it?
Or will it defeat you?
It started out small,
I hate it when people call themselves;
Stupid, ugly, fat.
I ain gonna comment back,
Though I know you wan me to say what you want to hear.
No your a genious not stupid,
I became extremely annoyed
my mind swirled with violent thoughts
of things that I could do
to YOU
the torture that would give me pleasure
I want to yank your eyeballs out of your head
My favorite color is blackbecause black is darklike my brother’s skindark like shadowa mysterya Sudoku puzzleonly light knows how to solve.The last person I spoke tootheir name was nigga’
On the wall the clock tick-tocks
Every minute waning
My Heart Beat Waxing
The clock tick-tocks again
This time the Surgeon is removed
He is the barer of bad news
The clock tocks
I will Love with the love from above
This is how God will use me to change the world
All i know is that the world needs saving
Thats why God had to give His Son
God is Love and love is what He does
One thing I wish
more people would be,
is more accepting, more tolerable
of people like me.
To not poke fun
at the geeks, or nerd, or dorks,
but to be understaning,
The Sun's heat cruelly purloins the life-sustaining moisture from Earth,
Leaving her a lifeless shell.
Each day the waves of heat surge across the ground,
The fingers of a heartless thief.
To them it is just a dark night,
With winds picking up the snow and then dropping it,
As if they no longer wanted to carry the burden.
To them it is a day where they gather around a fireplace,
Lies from a woman, a woman she loved
One who told her that she was her angel, sent from above.
But the love she couldn't show it, love she needed,
I am only sixteen.
These thoughts that run through my head are reminiscent of
an old mind,
one that has seen hatred, cruelty,
inhumanity.
I have turned a blind eye to those I so desire to forget,
I want to kiss you and get butterflies
I want to lay beside you and pull the covers away
I want stare into your eyes and while you tell me to stop being annoying, then I smile so you smile
Teacher says, teacher goes, teacher smiles, teacher knows,
what you have done, was clearly a mistake, maybe it is, time for a break.
Mother I forgive you for you know not what you do
Call me a zero in hopes it'll motivate me to avoid the bar stool
Most men live there life defining and executing functions
I have yet to define a single variable
It's appalling how I crave you
Behave for you, when I said I'd wait..
A second, you caught my breath
Fog my mind, steal my time, hold me arrest.
My body.. can't say you know my heart
We are undefined by words alone, the ones who stand, the rolling stones.
They will say stand out in a crowd and try something newBut heaven forbid that you actually do.
I guess you're just an afterthought now.
A memory hidden in the corner of a story,
Making out in the broomcloset of my mind
Like that one scar with a good story
That nobody else asks about.
From this grove, I do peer
At a corporate scaly leer
Diesel yellow monsters tear at elm
As clear cut highway scrub takes the helm
Can’t you see through template greenery?
As it suffocates in toxic serenity—
The pen is mighter than the sword if you can afford to hone your wit you must be legit and education you must seek
Alone but surroundedLightly she stands with a heavy concentrationHer eyes fixed at nothing in the distanceThe rippling water dances at her feetTender sand grains envelop her toesSwallowing her deeper and deeper
We never take the time, to see how the country unwinds
and if you do you just might be in for a surprise.
When did this happen? Who would allow this?
For someone to tell us, show us and doubt us.
My name is Madisen
I love to ride,
But when it comes to leavin' i'd rather die.
Golf is my passion
I play the 18th hole for fun,
While I see the evening sun.
I am a senior, born in Oklahoma
The clock is scearming at me; “Tick Tok, Tick Tok”
The time seems to be flying right now
Sweat pouring down my face
My pencial is beginning to race across this paper
A window is open in the back of the room
He woke up to a torrent of sounds:
Sirens, shouts, and the percussion of instruments.
The tent lit up with stinging rays of light,
Bursting, shining, flashing like miniature stars.
Reality is little more than falling out of a fluffy cloud of tranquility
To fall face-down on a world where the very term of harmony
Is met with glares and people screaming in agony
