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rocket power serveup the T on the deuce side~ point of no return....Mark Toney © 2021.9/26/2021 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you)
You have one life, one chance, one take, and one shot
Why settle for anything less than what is the best
If you won't have it someone surely will have it
You have as good a chance as anyone to have it
Warm
Amiable
Spontaneous
Tender
Impeccable
Naive
Gleaming
Yelling
Overwhelming
Unleashing
Realizing
Tears
Idiocy
Memories
End
You said I'll fail
You said there's no way
You said I'd never make it
But guess what
I'm here
I've made it
I reached my goals
I'm on my way
Dear
empty white space on my paper
I wish I could fill your every crevice
with words that meant something to us
I am from where you pray over every meal you eat - whether in your bedroom or the dining room table.
My Name is Haley Jean Koehler
I love my Friends, and Family too
Daughter of Amme, and Descendant of Ken
You light my fire
all through the night
until day breaks
then you are my light
you are my
warm sunny breeze
Somebody yells
Glass hurls into a wall
Hands draw up;
a half-hearted attempt at a protection
that shouldn't be needed.
All I need is my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ to be with me
for he gives me life and brings me peace.
all i need is my purple long pillow
the pillow i cry on
the pillow i laugh on
its all i need
The furious sunflower grewup and out fromthe moronic cliffin adversarial passiondespising the repressionto bloom in magnificent effulgenceagainst the odds of austerity.
Sometimes days are bad.
Then I think about grilled cheese
Grilled cheese is awesome.
I am not a daughter.
I am a third parent.
I am not a student.
I am a never ending question.
I am not an employee.
I am an asset.
I am not what I appear to be.
16,
Flawless.
Driving a Honda Accord,
Flawless.
GPA 3.5,
Flawless.
Just got a Netflix account,
Flawless.
Volunteer at Hospital,
Flawless.
Big Girl,
Flawless.
You see the Iron Empress
Who standing tall, stoic, regal.
She hides the Carefree Clown
Who could entertain for hours.
She hides the Lovesick Maid
Blinded by love unrequited.
I love the sharp pain
And the loud bang
Of a laced leather glove
Driving through your brain
Many call it " the salvage science"
I call it organized violence.
A reputation is establishedIt has to be maintainedWe like to have a lavishVain image of ourself engrained
Life.
Wrap me up in it.
Feed me it by spoon.
Or drown me in it.
Just, leave me to submerge.
I'll be fine.
Just...Let me be.
Let me live.
I'm under lock and key,
Walking down the street
Its more than a dream
Its the reality that makes my soul want to jump out of me
What I see is a frightening sight
All different faces but no difference inside
I write to escape, to embody myself in a world free of space and time where my pen can't keep up with my mind as I overflow with rhyme expressing my love, expressing my life.
I write to release,
I write to not feel.
I write to express feelings that I know are real.
I write when I'm confused,
I write when I'm alone,
I write when there's no one but myself at home.
My selfish self wants to stand out and shine,
Like the glowing eyes from the roadside in the night
Making many folks alert of my existence.
Yet, all my life I’ve been watching from behind those dazzling bright eyes,
i write because others write
one day i heard someone speak without making a sound
the book opened on my lap spilled with words that were so loud
at the end of every sentence and/or phrase, was a bold statement
Why I write
The externalization of my internal fight
My words take flight
What I convey not always a delight
The emotions are real,
Flashing before your eyes
Masquerading in my desguise
I used to be depressed
And at times I even desired death
My feelings were strong and extreme
It was the consequence
Of trials and times
That clearly took a toll on me
Heart trembling, mind racing, palms sweaty, thinking.....
Will the good thoughts roll or will the bad thoughts take control
As life unfolds the crincles in the paper leave me caustrophobic in a tight place
I record dreams.Not because I believe they are full of meaning,But because they were something I experienced,And I don't like to forget,That which I have experienced.
ITS IN MY SOUL TO EXPPRESS MY INNER THOUGHTS
THAT SCREAMING VOICE THAT NO ONE CAN TOUCH
TAKES OVER MY FINGERS
THAT BRINGS NO FEAR
IM UNTOUCHABLE WHEN I HAVE A PEN NEAR
Why I write
is simply so
when my words sprout wings
and take off into my soul
my mind and spirit
filled with dismay
writing is the ticket
as I take on the soul train
Why I write
I believe that in order for someone to truly develop and mature
they must invest in themselves.
In order to invest in themselves they must recognize what type of person he or she is
Poetry is more than words
put together in rhymes and stanzas.
It’s more than a couplet
Or even iambic pentameter.
To me it iss utter expression.
A way to scream and shout
You use them to communicate,
you use them to express your hate,
you use them to depict your fate,
you use them to inovate.
but i use them to fight,
i use them to make things right,
Words written in led or words written in ink;
whenever I find a chance, I really begin to think.
Words written in red or words written in pink;
When I find the chance to write, it feels like it was meant to be.
limit of limitations are limitless when i script dreams onto a blank page filled with ideas just awaiting to happen. The thought that no one or nothing could say that im wrong.
Knees bent as you take your mark. You know that feeling when you forget and wash away and race across that finish line and the ribbon breaks. Then suddenly you come back to life.
Today I am a leader,
An independent,
A scholar.
Yesterday I was shy.
Timid,
And a follower.
Today I speak in front of large crowds,
Rooms of people,
Why do we write?
Why does poetry exist?
"Poetry is useless"
Well this world is fruitless
These words I speak, type, write
my only sense of light
Our only way to fight
Poetry, How I express my feelings, My love, My Pain, My thoughts, It gets me through the tough times, And guides me to the happy ones, It is my stress relief, My shoulder to cry on, My Love, My Addiction, Such a simple word, Is "Poetry", But its p
POETRY...
A VERBAL WINDOW TO THE SOUL WHEN THE EYES ARE CLOSED
POETRY TO ME HAS MORE VALUE THAN ANY RARE STONE OR GOLD
I SPILL THESE WORDS FROM MY MIND AND YOU'LL SEE MY STORY UNFOLD
When You Have a Big House or
When You Have Only Greens In your wallet
You Don’t See the Real’s and Fakes
Of Both Life and Wealth
You are a winner no matter how small
You are a winner no matter how tall
Physical size don't count
Internal size is what it's about
Growing up, you plan a life for yourself, but how can you be sure?
I'm so unsure.
One day, things seem to be going great! But you don't know what will happen next.
I'm so unsure.
Go. Strive. Live your life
Don't stop. Have faith
Keep on. Hold tight
Move foward. Move on
Speed up. Live strong
Keep it up. Get it right
Don't hesitate. Unite
