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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
Hey,
I know it’s late
but I’m trying to stay okay
like really trying
like I’m sitting here in the dark
holding on to a silver butterfly that somehow
fell in love with my computer screen.
My phone chimes,
As I walk down
The grey walled corridor
“Hab dich lieb”
I try to
Conceal my voice
To shrink it
So no one will notice
Cocked heads rotate
In my direction
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.
Satiated in time, rests her rings.
Acknowledging the vast prairie speckled with love.
Twisting the long days into lonely nights, she yearns for life.
Satiated in time, rests her rings.
Acknowledging the vast prairie speckled with love.
Twisting the long days into lonely nights, she yearns for life.
The Tower lies in rapturous silence,
The Margalite Palace ready themselves for wrath and ruin,
The Two Houses of the People and the Consul look on with trepidation
the nurse checked under my tongue the other night to make sure i took all of my medicine
and it reminded me of you
how romantic is that
and tell me em- ponder me this- how romantic is it
As we sit in the trench
We can smell the stench
The mustard gas takes flight
We're terrified of the sight
Who came up with this terrible thing
What more will this war have to bring
The Purpose of Living
Nature’s first green is gold.
New Dawn, it’s bright, it’s beautiful
You’re gold when you’re a kid.
Everything is new.
before we were the clear blue skies that now match our smiles and our happiness,
we were the storms that brought hurricanes upon the earth and tsunamis upson the coasts'
As we feel the sun beating upon our unprotected necks,
the wind happily tangling our hair like flimsy, green vines,
We keep out hands locked together and our bodies knotted into one.
Humans are despicable creatures.
We lie, cheat, steal. Not only from others, but also from ourselves.
We lie, telling others that we are okay, when we're truly breaking inside.
As my smile fades with my happiness I can feel the hollowness of my soul creeping upon my skin.
The loneliness of the repercussions of my actions reveal the anger in me.
The dolls creeping, chilling, their hands dragging you down
where the dark space of...
the chilly lonely hole full of dolls parts
the hole gets father as the rabbit falls down the hole
Alyssa Kirby
Unearth
I can’t help but fantasize about the suffocating serenity
that living underground would give me.
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?
The time has come for change, my love.
I feel helpless as you cry.
My sisters and brothers,
My family in others.
But I do what I can,
I try.
You have suffered enough, my love.
I live among the dead yet I am no better.
I lie awake at night dreaming of a better tomorrow.
The tears I cry whether of sorrow or pity are genuine and painful.
As a believer I say i know what’s right and wrong.
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
I thought my lips had broken
and my hands had burst to flames.
When I think of you, you're the one to blame.
You messed with my mind
you wasted all of my time.
You think you broke my heart?
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
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 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
I know it's been six months since we haven't talked, but this is what I would say if I didn't have you blocked.
The more I try to forget you the more I feel lost.
Shattered is an under statement of my heart how you have broken me
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
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,
hate
is holding a gun between two
eyes of understanding and seeing
your own crooked reflection
cruelty
is walking around with a
weighed pocket full of
"would've, could've, should've"
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
Before I leave this Earth
I wanna leave a mark on this turf
When I say turf I mean to leave a mark on a certain skill set
Being successful
And when I say successful it means not leaving my kids in debt
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
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.
Simple acts
The simple acts of kindness towards others
The simple acts that no one notices
Those that don't matter enough to be thanked for
The acts of kindness are what inspire me
Trapped.
He is free to roam,
He is free to go.
I’m a prisoner to my own home.
Sentenced by our embryo.
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.
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.
Meandering the halls around me
Unraveling the
Surealistic pleasures inside
Exquisite displays in harmony
Untangle the
Mysteries before our present time
Matriculating all my learning
Foolish choices,
Never made them.
Cheerful moments,
Plenty of them..
Goals and future wait patiently,
Keep to think of them mistakenly.
Salty stream all over me,
Explanation lack,
I became awake when I was taken away from you
I've seen too many fall short of the path of sucess
Anxious is what I become when I think about you
To have another name across my chest
They bustle from place to place,
Pink cheeks, loud voice, cherry face.
Hands guide, hugs envelope, terror forms,
I’m a womanHoney i couldString a thousand starsin the sky along with the moonIf I wanted toThe inspiration comes fromMy uterus & the trials that comeWith itI’m conditioned to be weakBut I’m expected to hold on“There’s no rest for the wicked”Th
growing unaware
influence and pressure
under lies the truth
shield to protect
from rejection
from fear
from abuse
but attraction of vices and acceptance
pain
home was worse
To surprise you with these bars would to be to let you in on my scars leaving your mind set while same time still pulling people cards so let your guard down when you listening all truth with no gimmicks i say the sky ain't no limit.
water is running,
evaporating,
everywhere.
no sound can be heard,
and no thought can be thought.
they will come,
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
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
Never forget the past
Remember the horror time
Scars will last
Pick yorself up
Wipe those tears
Walk tall and grow
I am a black bounty hunter, yes I am indeed
My master and I hunt fugitive slaves, while we ride on steeds
Sadly, I am a slave, so shouldn’t I be ashamed?
I don't know when or where,
But I found myself uncertain
Wondering what could be if only...
If only I hadn't been there
If I had chosen differently would I be better,
smarter, kinder even.
I understand that I'm not alone but,
I am alone, I feel alone.
Even when I’m around people, around my friends, around my family
Sex has no feeling
No touch is how I feel.
He never learned how to treat me
He was too young to know
That the sex we had wasnt right,
But how was he suppose to know.
Sex has no feeling
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
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.
When we were younger there was never a NO
And always something to look forward to.
Imagination went wild and lached onto a child
This child would grow up with a mind full of wonder and fame
My parents used to read me different Dr. Seuss books, including Green Eggs and Ham, Fox in Socks and Happy Birthday To You. I enjoyed the rhythmic language that complimented the imagery and fantasy.
The sun is shining and the sky is blue
My phone rings beside me, I'm delighted it's you
Being far away from home I feel so lost
But knowing you'll always be there, makes up for the cost
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
I found inspiration in my everyday
I know that's a very bland thing to say
but I am my inspiration for my existence to stay
I am inspired by how I have become
What I have created
I hate myself Don’t try to convince me that There is something special Because if I look closer I see my faults Even though I feel different It’s in my mind I can’t say I see that I’m special Because There is nothing good about me It’s not true
I am survivor
But I don’t believe that
She took all that was good out of me
They all tell me
I never thought I'd make it as far as I have.
No one helped, no one cared, yet here I am.
They told me there was no point, but their disappointment pushed me further.
They say love is a beautiful thing,“When you find it, you know”How will I know I found it ?Does love look tall, dark, and handsome?Does love smell like flowers ?
End of the rope
End of the line
The burning in their lungs
Is everything less than divine
They beg and they call out
For their family to stop
But only they can hear their own thoughts
Achilles became a cop,
in hopes that the hate will stop.
Aphrodite broke down in tears,
for all the years lost to mirrors.
For millennia the Gods and myths we idolized hid in fear,
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
His eyes were slit,
the funny little man
with the neck tattoo
of sulfur.
He grinned with a smile
full of more teeth
than one would expect
from a funny little man.
He looked to me
I see what I wanna be
yet so far from reach.
The hill is high
and the road is long.
I run as fast i can
yet fall everytime.
I wanna succeed,
but seems it cannot be.
My knees are weak
Odysseus
prom king of the ages
you steal
our young ladies
using your tricks
and lurs
Sweeping them
into your arms
you take them
on far off roads
towards the ocean
The box that started it all
was not opened.
The hate and chaos that flourished around the world
did not happen.
Pandora’s gut took over her before her
careless actions did.
Hades is the name
Bartending's the game
Waiting for the sun to set
So others will place another bet
Cleaning another glass
Watching the local football star pass
I used to be an extra. 🍂
Back when I didn't really care what people thought of me.
And I generally still don't.🍂
But I am no longer an extra. At least, in most cases.
I am a PIG... bacon, ribs, and BBQ !
I am a DOG... cute, cuddly, and loyal.
I am a PLAYER...always winning and willing to take one for the team!
I am NO GOOD... that's right, no good at lying, hustling, or cheating.
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,
Little feet wade on the steps
Little hand grabs big hand
My fragile body jumps back onto land
I sit on a float
Pushed around the shallow pool
I laugh, followed by a stream of drool
Time will not wait for me
I'm growing up so fast
I can't wait to grow up and leave
I'm in a hurry, it's a blast
I'm all grown up, I can't believe it
College is near and I'm so excited
There's a lady I know that stands on the road
Everyday I watch her struggle with her load
I watch her banter with the other women as she sets up
She laughs as she unwraps corn and drinks from the same cup
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
When both of my parents were complaining to me about money problems. I was 10, I still have problems with people paying for my things because of this.
Confidence is like an train,
It can get you anywhere.
A fence is like an airplane,
It won't fly without jet fuel.
A commitment is like a door,
You don't know what's on the otherside.
Covered by the darkness within me holding me hostage with the burden of grief.
Falling to my knees in faith that I could one day be enough for you, for everything I do.
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.
you’re never around. you’re not in my life. so why’d you come over and ask if i’m alright?
i wonder your mood when you remember me. when you remember how long it’s been since we last talked. the shade began in october and floated its way into november. i’m saying all of this because when i think of you, my mood changes instantly.i'm no
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.
First Love
Should I ever love one truly again
tis’ the question I would love to find out
if it is not likely I must ascertain
for I am so tired of my own doubt
When I look in the mirror everyday I see someone who once was. Someone who once was ashamed of who they were.
When I look in the mirror, I see that I am afraid, Afraid of what you may ask?
Afraid of Change.
These four letters shine bright down upon the Earth
They've consumed our hearts
Since the day of our birth
They heal our souls
Make our lives complete
And allow us to cherish the moments
Sometimes you may forget those things important,
They run away if they haven't any reinforcement,
But sometimes the best thing to do
“I am not little anymore”, I said to myself.
But someway, somehow I find myself reaching for the door.
The door that opens up to parents room to ask them for help like I would usually do.
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!",
Waking up soaked from tears
Cold from fear
Aching from pain
Yet, I am happy
Happy that the yelling has stopped
Happy that I can be the person I am
Happy that I can finally grow
The leaves began to change, and the candy tasted too sweet.
I didn’t want to be around people, I had discovered the life we cherish was a one way street.
Self esteem is a made up thing.
Paint your face.
Lose weight.
What’s the point of it?
Does being pretty make you a better person?
childhood remembrances are always a burden
if you’re an immigrant
I can always recollect my memories of living in
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.
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.”
I grew up watching porn. Not in a weird way,
Just the normal way.
I was interested in sex, I wanted to know when it would be my turn.
I remember loading up the family computer, trying to be quiet so that
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
Reaching out for my mom's hand,
It was nowhere to be found,
She was no longer on this earth with us,
It felt as my world came tumbling down,
A desicion like no other, do I start over? or continue on a path I hate?
I want to follow my passion but do I really want to graduate late?
I've almost finished a marketing degree,
but it truly isnt for me.
when you whisper, i can feel the fire crackle in my veins
and when you laugh, the air explodes.
when you smile, i can feel the mountains float
and when you cry, oceans overflow.
honey,
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.
Toys, candy, and gamesWere my niche those daysCare free fromJewelry, money , watchesI was content with bags of laysWhere I cameStress free hidden from painMy parents could be struggling
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,
It's hard leaving your home
But you have to go
Those tears you cried wont be in vain
All that hurt you felt, that awful pain
Will wash away under the summer rain
You'll see them again
What is fear?
The feeling of being
simply not enough.
You've put everything
on the table.
Left it all
out on the field.
Put your heart and soul
into it.
Hands inlayed with pain
Bleeding from success
Reserved for only one
Yet used by everyone else.
They tremble and shake
I reached for the wood,
Like it was a life preserver;
Legs swinging,
I held on;
I was Rose and the tree was Jack,
And I wasn't going to fall down;
I propped myself on the branch,
Closing in
From every corner
All the fire touches
Is consumed.
For if we cannot trust The Flame
Then whom?
My Life Matter
Being Black and Gay In The U.S.
Im not gone lie, it brings stress
You get judged if you act less
Less Than a “Man” who care less
He’s Straight
I don’t see him being looked down on
Tears stain your cheeks.
You come to school every day,
In a mess of mascara.
You’re hurt,
And I know who did it.
We pass in the hallways
Just now I turned into a man, but I have created a false identity. It started in 7th. I was picked on for being gay, so I told them I was straight. I didn't care about anything or anyone.
I’ve fought my fears through the years over and over again.
But this fear overpowers them all.
The fear of losing you.
After I’ve lost you, I lost my motivation.
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
you saw me as an object
a side piece you could show off as something only you could have
you yelled cried and hurt me
always something i did wrong
left me battered and empty
My worst nightmare is when a friend becomes a stranger,
and my feelings mean nothing.
Those memories meant nothing.
I used to fear feeling unwanted.
At worst, rejection.
At best, embarassment.
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
Why did you leave?
I just want some answers please.You left me that day with nothing to say
and you expect me to move on like nothing went on ..
Tell me again, your sweet sinister liesCross your heart and hope to die.Tell me again how she was only a friend,Only one kiss that's the end.Tell me again why you sneak out at night
My little brother has a mass in his brain
they said it was cancer
he looked up to me
expecting an answer
3 weeks later
he can’t talk
3 months later
he can’t walk
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 would try to swim across the river every day,
Just to find myself sinking,
Filling my lungs with a rush of fire.
I am not defined by the color of my hair or the size of my hips
You can’t make me believe that all I am worth is what you tell me
I am not worthless, because I’ve made a world of differences to the ones who know me best
Loud; but steady
An unfamiliar stillness in the air forces me to stop my rythmic movement
A thin layer of calm engulfs me as I slowly come to a stop
Wind can be powerful
I got two brothers doing life and one in the dirt.
I got a perfect son thats never walked because his legs don't work and he shits and pisses in a bag but whatever.
Don't be afraid to conquer your fears;
Hold back your tears
In life your fears are there to make things clear,
They don't hurt they make you see what needs work in you
*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
The alphabet is easy.
It is one of the first things we are taught.
All the letters are equal.
All letters are important.
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,
I hear them everyday
They drag me around
I hear them in my head
They make a terrible sound
Forever stuck in me
Even through the seas
Away I want them to be
Real pain inside of me
The clock strikes 12 all of the envious rats start spreading morbid lies that leaves this small town. Walking with their heads down
And heavy hearts when will this wistful disturbance will end
It is night time
All my friends are going out to shine
Taking advantage of the 2 for 1 special
I'm sitting in bed trying to maintain a well level
Textbook is turned to page 1
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
Confucianism and Taoism are both ancient Chinese styles of living. Confucianism believes in setting good examples for others to follow, primarily in 5 key relationships: ruler and subject, wife and husband, older and younger sibling, friend and fr
As long as I have known you, you have taught.
Taught of good, of bad, of anything.
Of anything and nothing.
Of nothing and everything.
Through ramblings and concentrated thoughts, wisdom poured forth.
In a black-birth she was reborn again
Black for all these negative intentions
Black for each time she was held down
Removal of this inocencia, it’s spoken so highly
Laying eyes on
you
For the first time
I already felt like our souls were intertwined
We were meant to be together for a lifetime
Tears and hardtimes
Never ending love radiating from your eyes
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
confusion and understanding
guiding with a blindfold on,
not ever knowing exactly what to teach in the exact order
I've followed in your footsteps for years now
learning one thing at a time
I am of influential women
The people who inspire me to be who I am and do what I do
The women who have raised me on a mental and physical level
Kevin, my father,
the epitome of a great dad.
Once a stranger to her,
but now makes her glad.
Her, as in me, was just a little girl
when he came into my life and changed my whole world.
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
I know I am fat,
I know I am broke,
I know I am awkward,
I know I am anti-social,
You don't have to remind me,
All I know is that I like and love myself.
poetry has taught me how to laugh
poetry has taught me how to love
poetry has taught me how to live and forget
most importantly
poetry taught me how to be myself
poetry isn't just words on a paper
Lately I've been hoping for some better days'Cause lately I've been feeling some type of wayThese silent thoughts have been goin on for years nowI'm wonderin' what's goin on when I'm not around
Empower the powerless.
Give voice to the voiceless.
Let me live as I die with a whisper or a shout, preclaiming that the knowlege should be let out-
Thankful is me
For the air that I breathe
The body I have
For every bulge, dent, and curvature that reaps
Within my path
Because one thing is for sure
I would not be here if it was not for
we acceptthe lovewe thinkwe deservei had once met a man who told me i was his little girlhe’d open my m&msthen he’d ruffle my curls before he would go home to a separate bed than my mother’s
we acceptthe lovewe thinkwe deservei had once met a man who told me i was his little girlhe’d open my m&msthen he’d ruffle my curls before he would go home to a separate bed than my mother’s
Poems have words, phrases, lines
Sometimes they tend to rhyme
Structure works, but not required
The meaning is what matters
Characters, places, feelings
An ode to my lost friend
Dear Dad
In the morning I hear your shoes
While you walk around the kitchen making food
When I get out of bed I realize its just the News
On the television and it suddenly lessens my mood.
Dearest loved one,
I love who I am.
I love how strong I've become.
I love the truth about myself.
No, I don't believe its vanity
I believe its confidence.
I am from peacefulness mixed with the sound of the washer,
the steady stream of water from the kitchen for washing dishes.
The smell of grass, cow manure and skunk fills the outside.
For a long time now, you have needed help;
You've grown up in sin;
Cut off your own ear, made you yelp;
Hurt yourself always, could let no one in;
"You're insane," they said;
You laughed out loud;
Suddenly I became ur reflection in my mirror.Suddenly things have changed when the worlds' issues grew bigger.And overtime I mesmerized about the shit that i was sick of.Putting in work for people who couldn't care to even pickup.My moral benefits
Healthy Relationships are very important
It is very important to lots of people
Healthy relationships are important to me
I really want an signaficant other
That is a healthy relationship for me
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.
Once upon a time, I was born.
Around me were dim, radiant lights and burning steel.
Suddenly, a bright light pierced my eye like a thorn.
Through the pain, I saw a man's leg and a woman's heel.
Snow fell gently, gently, gently
As grey filled the sky and white blinded his eyes
He crouched, always hungry, always prowling.
The "sneaky" wolf climbed from his burrow and took an ever so gentle peak
A blonde beauty Trapped by fearFeathers floating farther Falling from wingsThis beauty can no longer flyA blonde beauty Succumbs to love Leaving lies left to dieRight and wrong on the side
Damn, her hair is this long
climbing up this wall?
I wonder how tall she is
I wonder how much hair this is?
I wonder could we sell it all
make this into weave for many girls
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess that was not quite like the rest,
While she had the long flowing blonde hair and spring green eyes, she was Deaf,
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.
There once was a girl.
She was cool yet reserved.
She always worried about little things, mainly school.
She dreamed of becoming a doctor, living a lavish life.
She never gave up on her dreams and goals.
Locked in a tower without electrical power,
how can I run through the trees,
feeling my heart flee from its constraints.
Hair falling, hair breaking, heart running away
*Greatness, a nine letter word that hold such overwhelming value.
*Nine o'clock, fear enters the heart of a tender soul.
*An individual of Humpty beginnings who would rather not be so bold.
Not one could conceive
Such incapable instant
Merely just a fair boy
Average as the corner store
Which not a shining soul laid eyes upon
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
1776.
This was a time the world needed a fix.
A strong stand against tyranny, a fight for freedom.
Our Founding Fathers stepped in,
Men found taking a stand against other men.
Yet again.
Us, a fragment of Earth under siege
And does he not hear our plea.
Thrusting towards the new, dark age
Our beautiful country, now Satan's stage.
Any effort to heal the wounds of our soldiers
Do we react like universes? And
Experience ourselves ironically?
She sleeps -- she's peaceful now -- on soft white sand;
The ocean of her eyes starts looking starry.
But I am drowning. Just 'cause I'm supposed
I am a cookie cutter
Sharp edges and commonplace
Useless on my own
I am a cookie cutter
Brown bright eyes as a college freshman
I just have to keep running
I have to run towards the sun and try to reach it
but, I keep fallling
I run, I run as fast as I can before the sun beats me.
A year ago,
I wore my anxieties like a fur coat.
My fears consumed me,
And I consumed lies like good gravy.
Hope had been lost because,
I was told I couldn't do it.
That I was being set up to fail.
Last year, I thought only you could love me
When I was broken, you fixed me
When I fell, you caught me
When I was drowning, you saved me
But then you left:
Lacy trails of light shroud her in golden fog,
Feline figure illuminated, nature’s sunny spotlight dancing softly over her
Tiny paws stretch curiously along the shadow cast by the open window.
Dear body,
I hate you
I know mamma taught me to love you...but I don’t
Always trying to rid of you
To make you thinner
Who am I?
I am a friend.
I am a part of a family.
On the simplest level,
I am ME.
Who am I?
I am a high school graduate.
I am a college attendee.
Like the sun you radiate light, bright and pure.
Your smile could turn over a thousand frowns,
Through your crystal blue eyes, I see our future just in grasp.
Your laughter makes the darkness dissipate,
One thousand feet below sea level
Stuck behind a brick wall
Hand-cuffed to the underground
Hypnotised once again
Please help me survive
Please help me revive
I need someone
We were taught to love, not to hate.
To feel and love willingly,
And set aside the gender or race of our people.
Yet, we judge based on what we see.
Does our appearance determine who we are?
Get up, Get up
It's time to go
To a special place
Don't you know?
A place where dreams are truly made
A place that can not surely fade
Be the smile someone can see
Be the reason others believe
I'm 15 years old now.Ms. Luna calls my name." Pay attention Ms. Campos, your timed assignments not a game."" Well i'm trying hard to focus.
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'm not a real poet.
I 'm just a broke college student,
Looking for an easy way to get out of debt.
I'm not a real poet.
I just want to avoid taking out loans,
Breaking the walls; normalcy: overrated
Breaking reality; imagination: falls free
Calling all dreamers
Calling all dreamers
I wish you had stuck around when I first learned to love the simple things in life. Or holding my hand as we crossed the street.
Although you’re around now, you’re not here at all.
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,
Months.
For months we have fought across
These blood-soaked beaches
Waiting for the victory
As we battle
Inch-by-agonizing
Inch.
Enemy.
They stop us at our every turn
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
Once in a time, there was a little girl
Her name was Chrystal and she was adored
Her task was easy, write about frogs
Whatever she touched would turn into gold
Rivers and hills, mists and fogs
If you ask around
Most people will tell you inanimate objects
Are things they cannot live without
But I dug deeper.
My motivation is something I could not part with
if i oh if i were stranded
but i never planned it
to be without you i couldnt stand it
if i couldnt hear your voice calling mine
if i were stranded without you i wouldnt be fine
I grew up in a world rife with uncertainty
Afraid to lift my head up high,
Afraid to contemplate a future where life was worth experiencing.
At every corner there was a struggle,
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
You carried me with you for nine months whole
And when I was born your heart I stole
You fell in love with me at first sight
You promised to care for me and raise me right
Choas rang its bell that day
Surrounded by desert
I somehow felt trapped all day
Without her rings of curls
There was no meanig in the world
A sight came to me
A reflection no doubt
I am alive
Everywhere, Radiant
You.
Breathe, Sip, Walk, Listen
Stay.
Lay, Talk, pretend
gone.
nowhere, cold
how else do i live?
i am dead
Sometimes I sit and ponder
Everything I do.
How far along I've come in life,
and it's all thanks to you.
You help me up when I fall down.
You kiss me when I'm blue.
No woman could ever compare.
I am me
I am fearfully and wonderfully made
I am a beautiful mess
I am unlike any other
I am me
I am capable of greatness
I am capable of failure
I am but a mortal being
I am me
Picture this.....one of the most beautiful women you've ever seen. Taking photos of the city lights. All you can see if her pale skin glowing as she clicks the flash button.
It burns brighter than passion and higher than dreams
a red brain, holding so much more than it seems.
Beneath its front it boils and bubbles,
melting our most hideous troubles.
In a time of desprate need
In a time of sadness and despair
In a time, when I felt lonley, as if no one was there
In a time when I had anxiety, having nothing but insecurity to spare
Follow your own path, because no one is going to do it for you,
dream big, and do not fear the road before you.
Troubles will rise but in time they will end, so do not fret for you are strong.
A silent night sound as lullaby and
the sky is always as light of millions of suns
The moon is like a sunflower with color of
brightness ocean blue.
I come across the shallow window
I close my eyes to see a pain that's rooted in my psyche
a pain that's like a vine choking out a tree.
Why, I ask, won't this pain leave me.
Why, I scream, did he do this to me.
Before the sun rises,
my mind is alive, and
trying to break me from
the silence my thoughts have devised.
"Is it really worth it?
am I a worthless person?"
I walk with no fear in my city
fear is a feeling just not within me
though sometimes I get weary, I weep in silence
I just want to be great girl, that's what I'll say
I need no lights, nothing sparkling
Metaphorically I am a simile,
like an allusion,
I AM an oxymoron,
a flagrant euphemism,
a hyperbolic faux-pas,
so masculine, I could metonymously eat a feminist,
Seeing you is a bitter-sweet feeling.
Bitter is the taste of your carelessness, of your lack of regard for me, your dear friend.
Sweet is the taste of your words, your glances, your secrets.
I am lost.
The only thing I know for certain is that movement is life, so i continue.
Each step feels like a mile on my unknown path full of twists and turns.
I am the girl with the new glance each day
I open my eyes all bright and shiny
The morning shimmers in fresh irises
now blue, now green, then brown again
Have you ever seen someone so transitional?
Please say something I’m giving up on you
The silence is almost too much to bare
Utter my name so I know you still care
Actively Bearing Character
she was known to be Daring,
Energetic yet certainly Focused
and posessing a Genuine Heart
Imaginative
Joyful and quite Kind
she presented her life as a Living Masterpiece
I am s h a p e l e s s
Mirrors can’t show,
Photos can’t show,
Awards can’t show,
Me, nor my inner dialogue.
Because I am s h a pe l e ss
I am
large backyards, clotheslines, and rocking chairs on the
front porch.
T-shirts and blue jeans.
I am the magnolia tree at
Grandma’s,
the one we played under as children.
I am
I am me
I can not be defned
I am composed by the finest elements
You can not replicate me
I am beatiful
I am unique
I am eternal
And so are you
I am a girl of many things.
I am a girl of question.
I am a girl of curiosity.
But mostly, I am a girl of many things.
I am a girl of rebellion.
I am a girl of order.
I am a girl of confusion.
I am erratic.
A giddy, round-eyed, five-year old.
A rocker who has too much soul.
Who cried when the wind blows the wrong way.
Who giggles incessantly at the break of day.
I was the girl no one cared existed,
the girl alone, because I was the girl everyone resented.
The young black girl, so shy and frail.
Afraid when situations got worse, like living in hell.
Starting college has been
pretty fucking hard
if I'm going to be honest with you.
Going from straight A's
to struggling for C's
when I've never had to study before this
takes a lot out of me.
A leap of faith she is,never knowing what, new territories and boundaries.
She plunges and judges every moveShe has a need to know everything,a need to love what blossoms in the darkand dies in the light.
I maintain myself slightly under the surface so I can pretend I am there... if I must
Sometimes I get consumed by it all
You hear everyone saying, "You know my name, not my story."
Well my life is not the definition of glory.
My mom was sick all my life,
I wish she would be able to see me become a wife.
I'm that brown eyed beauty
hailing from the ground in
which you threw me.
Singing all the blues of
nothing coming through me.
I'm that brown eyed beauty
sliding in between you
i am sick.
Sick of the narcissism that strangles this world.
but this disease has infiltrated me, so who am i to talk?
What Is Love?
Is it red the color of my heart,
Is love anything and/or anyone,
Is love supposed to be fearful,
Is love supposed to be stressful,
Is love joyful,
Is love even love,
What Is Love?
Is it red the color of my heart,
Is love anything and/or anyone,
Is love supposed to be fearful,
Is love supposed to be stressful,
Is love joyful,
Is love even love,
I am a young African American Girl,
I wonder why my race is sometimes not accepted,
I hear people being biased,
I see others making a bad name for the rest,
I want a change,
I am not what others expect
A strong rumble of rain in a desert
The look of surprise
Through the Natives eyes.
I am like everyone else
A mere spec of the unknown
The waiting truth.
The cannons resound.Their deafening ringing smothers my voiceSilences my questioning thoughtsLeaves only the orders I was given.
Genevieve, French name, African girl, American life style
You could never walk a mile in my shoes
Always felt like I had to prove
Am I cool enough? Am I pretty enough?
Genevieve?
Gena who?
I was unaware of who I could be
And in losing it all, I found myself and I was broken and I was afraid
I remember myself, my unknown, stranger self
I was mad, and sad, depressed and out of this world stressed
Searching.
It seems we all are doing that;
To answer the question
What is within us?
What makes so special
Quiet when hesitant
Loud when acceptable
Constantly curious
Chronically skeptic
Usually gregarious
But also reserved
Possessing persistance
Can lack motivation
Thinks methodically
I am five.
Dancing with a microphone in hand,
Screaming at the top of my lungs,
Dreaming to be a star,
brighter than the rest.
Yet, the voices I hear,
those I respect most,
I am you not.
Me, I am me, myself and I.
I am what you would think I would be not.
But I am a mystery not.
Of me seek and you find the true meaning.
Vast knowledge of solutions I have.
i am a
Potato
why does looking like a Potato mean i look bad?
a Potato has its own unique set of
lumps
bumps
but a Potato also has its virtues!
a Potato is versatile
I've been asked,
"Describe yourself in one word."
But one word cannot describe all that I am.
A sweet, shy girl is all they may see,
But best believe that ain't all of me.
So let this poem give you a taste;
It seems to me
the older I get
The less I know myself
and the more others think they know
They say much can change in a year
Questions Are The Answers
By: Wardah Elghazali
Who am i?
Am I the person you wish to be?
Look into this mirror and tell them who you see,
Do you see the strong, independent woman, you always claim to be,
Look into this mirror and tell them who is me,
i am not who i want to bei am, what i am perceived as.i am better.i am worse.depends on who you ask,the ones that see me for me,or those waiting to put me in a hearse.who am i? i am.
If you looked for my name on the front of a book,
I don’t think you’d bat an eye,
For my story would be just words on a page,
All meaningless words floating by,
Just
A Christian
Compassionate, complex
Everyone's friend
Your confidant
My name says it all.
I love all things, large or small.
Quick to anger, quick to forgive.
From the spots to designer clothes
to self-pity to smiles
I am a book full of picture
a page of interest
To the straight A's and B's
The music that blast daily
Fortitude.
It is a word I have grown accustomed to.
Fortitude.
Next to it, my God given name is found.
Strength is embedded in my shoulders proudly supporting this determined head of mine
Reckon life has its own confessions?
Or is a critique of its design too taboo?
You see, I have this obsession,
And I'm sure many people find it normal to do,
But I'm not so persuaded.
This is me,
Eyes hazel pools of emotion
Hair that used to be a cascading waterfall of golden brown locks
Now sheared off above my shoulders in retaliation
Skin a caramelized light honey bronze
A Child, told I would not amount to much
victim to my past, set up for failure
born to a teenage mother and gang affiliated father
destined for the road to continue the cycle
from a broken home, to no home
Somethings Always Change.
By: Abigail Rhea
Somethings always change. If I knew how to, I would.
There's more to life than what we've become, but there is what we are.
There's no story to read. I have no end, no start. I am simply a personification of a change of heart.
Who am I?
How the hell am I supposed to know?
For 17 years I was told who to be and where to go.
Things have changed, I’m and adult now (or so they say.)
Stumbling through life, trying to find my way.
I am what I am which is special and nobody can tell me no. I may be sweet but also can be sassy, I am a lady that have class but I am independent that's how I act.
Self loathe, self hate-
these things you think you can relate.
Not for attention,
Just a reflection of who I think I am.
But who am I really?
I don't know.
I am spontaneous!
I act on a whim
I do not think before I speak
A single word in the dictionary
A word that describes me perfectly
I do not act accordingly
I do not act quietly
I am... More than I seem to be small With BIG dreams that run free quiet With LOUD thoughts that consume me I am... More than people say More than my actions of the day More than my past More than my painful memories which seem so vast I am... M
I am a voice
A voice with hope and inspiration
To change the world and it's many differences
A change to help my love ones
To inspire them with words and actions
To be a voice for them when they cannot speak
Student.
Dancer.
Teacher.
Diligent.
Caring.
Messy.
Pianist.
Impatient.
Average.
Intelligent.
Artist.
Brunette.
Woman.
Truthful.
Broken.
The shallow husk I have breaks.It breaks when I'm alone,When my "friends" leave the room,Then my facade breaks. But lately that facade stays up longer,I hurt others so I am not hurt first,Sarcastic comments, my main shieldagainst those piercing bl
Come to me as you are and I will come to you as I am
No secrets, no lies, no promises - you as You, me as Me
I am an introvert, I am a recluse, and lately people have turned away
“In a revolution, the first people to go are the poets”
I clashed with Titans
Moved mountains without any physical force, but the power of these words made me God-like
I am a Poet
A rock may weather
tough as nails
be eroded by time -
wouldn’t hear a train passing
being skipped
Got red hair.
Feel like that’s what people notice about me first.
Not my eyes, my smile,
My hair.
I was born Oct 4th 1998
Every individual
from the moment I was born
was my teacher
and asked me for the answer.
There was no question, but surely,
there is an answer.
(Somewhere...)
I am
A gay Catholic
A gay Catholic
You say?
Can you please
Explain?
What’s there
To even explain
I’m Catholic
And I’m gay
But they don’t
Who Am I?
Who is this somebody?
Am I the same as everyone?
Or a different type of person?
This is where I have to dig deep.
You wish to enlighten yourself of me?
Well, I have not an imposing figure,
But a mind with knowledge vast as the sea,
In which my intellect and passion stir.
If in a dictonary,
you stopped to look for me,
you wouldn't find just one word,
you'd come across thirteen.
The first word you would notice
is a couple pages in.
'Creator' would be highlighted
The White Hot Ghost of My Childhood
I watch him.
I watch as the words push themselves out of his throat, his head jerking up and to the side.
Who am I?
Perhaps I am defined by the fact that, according to doctors, I was not supposed to be born.
Or perhaps I am defined by the miracle of the fact that I was born.
My leaf’s color bears the most significance.
Autumn shades and a smiley face camouflage my introspection.
As light and hope for happiness perforate the otherwise
Taking charge of my own reality
not swayed by or forced into picking one
aspects that define me
I cannot define myself by someone else's standards
Hope
Taken away from mother at the age of two
Abducted by father without a reason nor an explanation
Growing up in an abusive household
Stepmother not making me feel welcomed
I am...strong.
I am...a warrior.
I am...a christian.
I am...a depression fighter.
I am...an anxiety fighter.
I am...a suicide survivor.
I am...a person on medication.
Words touch my heart,
they leap into my head
with vivid images
as I gaze into a world
that is not real.
A world where I have
crowned myself king,
making those inconsiderate to me mad
Who I Am
I am . . . driven.
Driven to learn, perform, compete, succeed.
Driven by coaches, parents, teachers, mentors.
As a younger person, my self-esteem was not very high.
Who am I? Who is the real me?
I feel as though I have no true meaning, no identity.
I feel as though my two sides, two minds, will tear me apart.
I am,
Everything that could be
Of the opportunities of a lone teen
Who, at sixteen
Couldn’t decide whether they had the right to be.
Living by themselves in their head
What makes me me
Maybe its my crooked smile
The way my sunglasses are always lopsided on my face
My crazy curly hair
My moles spread across my face
Ambition is a thing of the past
If you do the most work you'll end up last
I wonder why I ever wanted to grow up
It's not easy it gets a little tough
And in this tough world that I'm facing
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm so pretty
What happened to you?
It's not like I woke up
Feeling this way.
Sometimes the skies
Are cloudy and grey.
I think to myself,
I am a fighter,
I am an overcomer,
I am me.
It all started when I was only three.
I said goodbye to my mama,
Because she wanted the best for me.
She got down on her knees,
I know I'm not perfect so why you're judging?
Why you giving me that face and mean muggin?
We all human running the same race.
Some may run at a slow pace
Some may finish in first place
As the sky swallows the sun, the moon is revealed.
Your absence is a wound that never fully healed.
Foggy nights by the swamp is where I dwell.
I am a leaf.
Ever changing against the evergreens.
The cycles of life begin
and end
with me.
Signs of change are only seen by my fall;
But more importantly,
My rise
Once again
Dreams come true
True they already are
Are we doing anything to make them come true
True they become if you try
I am an ocean.
I am far deeper than I myself know.
Even the best words will never be sufficient
to describe the swells that I feel within myself,
the swells and currents beneath my surface,
Am I old enough to go,
Am I wise enough to show,
Am I young enough to grow,
Am I ever going to know?
I am young and I am free,
At least that's what they see,
What I think, they don't ask me,
Contemplating the possibilities of a catastrophe.
The reoccurring dreams of you and me,
but sadness is all I can see.
I am from the stars forming a constellation in the sky
each star shining so bright as they pass by
I am from the waves in the shore
I AM
I am Human
I am a mistake
I am a hero
I am the rainbow
I am a whisper
I am a curse
Am I unworthy of love?
Will I too have fate?
I am not a label
I am what God made me.
Born a beautiful baby girl.
Who thinks she can save the world.
But, half the battles believing.
The other half's achieving.
No one's stopping me from dreaming.
I ignite a spark within the heart of others.
As hard as it may be, I place the pain of the innocent into myself.
Clueless am I at times, yet I surprise others with maturity.
Poetry cannot be taught, nor beauty be described
Neither can you see in me something that defined
The colors of my skin.
Scars are tattoos in many ways - permanent and painful.
A wild untamed stallion
That stallion runs so fast that he can never be stopped
The only thing that can stop him is himself
He stops in the moment of comfort
If I were a word in a dictionary, I'd be the word that is used most often yet easy to skim over. I am Me. You use Me , but you don't really know who Me is.
I Am
Not the person I wanted to be as a younger child
Because I envisioned my future self to be happy
Where am I from?
I'm from fists flyin, and fella's dyin.
Blood spillin, and kid's lyin.
I am from big fights, and long nights.
From, protect your face, to protect your sisters.
Love in her life.
Love like the world to an innocent babe.
Like a toddler to a father that lifts her on his shoulders.
Like a girl to a mother whose hand she holds.
I AM
I am the great Egyptian queen Nefertiti
I am the richest continent on Earth
Full of gems and diamonds that were robbed from me
I am the place that people some to learn
Who am I?
I am a Seed, planted with a farmer’s hope of everlasting growth.
As I blossom out of the place I call home.
I am Hesitant, afraid of what could be.
Constantly waiting to be accepted.
Maybe I have been falling for too long.Maybe I’m just now able to see why.Too much wind has fallen upon my faceFor me to know for sure about this sky.
She recuperates,
Deserts fly,
Away cries the vast ceiling bat,
Shatter my climbing dark vision,
"Don't forget!" Says the graveman,
I'm never always alone,
Always alone,
Once a kid now turned man FOR MY FUTURE, I have big plans No one ever said that you can't dream And with hard work, dreams can be achieved I am a big dreamer, with big aspirations I have a lot to do if I WANT TO REACH GREATNESS I
I am a crooked smile from a stranger,
I am a note on your car saying "Have a good day"
I am the howling laugh behind every bad joke you make
I am the color that brightens the page,
When I wake,
their is a girl staring back at me.
I see her pain,
her joy,
and above all her mistakes.
She has cried herself to sleep,
and through tears told everyone it's okay.
A dance of death
Two lovers stuck in a trance
Their hearts were forbidden
But they chose to walk the tightrope of chance
Once happy
Seeing each other from afar
Now in despair
To express myself into words cannot fulfill the true definition of me But possibly the feeling I portray could reveal my heart Poetry inspires me t
Ridin' down the highway
I feel the beat of the music
Surfin' through the stations
The radio waves crash against me
As the World's Swept away
I'm an Artist with a passion
I am...still the same girl, with the same goals.
I am...proud to be the person my family has raised me to be.
I am..somebody with faults and insecurities.
I am...a strong woman when I'm not completely breaking down.
I am from the south of Japan,26.5 degrees north, 127.93 degrees east.The salty blue water, to the soft, golden sand.
I am a contradiction.Found under the exact definition,yet reading the words found in the thesaurus.
I am here
I am born
everybody’s eyes behold
life can be cold
leaving you numb of twisted colors,
black and blue
I'm the the giggle that bubbles up in your throat. The sound of the waves. I'm the first slice of pizza.
I'm the roar of a crowd. I'am the first kiss that plays on a movie screen. I'm the count down on New Year's Eve.
I Am Hip-Hop
We Are the music that beats in our chest
I Am Water
We are more than 60% of water
I Am Earth
We are traveling on this planet known as Earth, Terra, Gaia
I am...somebody. When I was younger I just knew I wanted to be somebody. Somebody someone could count on. Someone who ment something. As I grew older I felt that I lost sence of who I was, what I was, and who I wanted to be.
I am a seed
I am planted and nurtured, carefully tended as I grow, there is no knowledge of what I will become, a beginning awaiting
I am a flower
For years I've sat back and listened to those tell me who I am. I listened and I believed because truth be told I didn't even know who I was.
But during those years, I've grown and I've changed like a calipiter in it's cocoon.
I am a leader, it may sound cliche but I am a leader. I am me. Simple and as complicated as that may sound; I live life like any other teenage girl would but I am a leader. When asked "Can you...?" my answer is always yes.
It started at a young age. I thought you knew!
Kick after kick, beaten after beaten
I ask for it to stop and you said no
Did you know all I ever wanted to have that love I thought I should get from you
As a child
Confidence was not part of me
But I grew up with honesty
Friends tried to make me see
I am beautiful and that is key
At school I do my very best
Working hard and passing every test
I am what I was a born to be,
A human to the core,
Raised to survive,
Nurtured to care,
to love,
to live,
to enjoy.
I am one,
but many are a part of me.
The song I play
is the song I hear.
The song I hear
is the song I see.
This is the song of my life,
my story,
my metamorphosis.
Mind floating through the cosmos
The allure of the unknown entices me
below the surface with my eyes closed
wondering why does my mind feel what my eyes can't see
coal under pressure is what created me
For many years I was "crazy"
Labeled by ignorant adolescents
Who interpret sadness as insanity.
But how thoughtful they were
To inform me of my worth.
They were so goddamn funny,
I am walking. . walking with no destination in mind. .
There are lights and people, so many people around. . .
They stop, they stop to speak to me and yet I continue walking. . Walking with no destination in mind
I flipped the page,
I saw myself.
Indubitable; it said,
It said my determination and persistence were unquestionable.
My future success was undoubtable.
There was a blue swing in the playground
In the far corner
Where the grass was frosty under my feet
The only color
Among all the other swings
And best of all
Apart from the rest
The blue swing
I am brave, fierce. I will let nothing stop me .
I am a cheerleader with a big smile on my face at every game.
I am a pianist whose fingers soar on the keys creating music with a flick of my wrist.
Maybe the girl in the mirror
Deserves everyting she has
I don't know whether to care or
To destroy the looking glass
It's painful to look at something I don't want to see
Open it and you'll find me there
what do you see?
what do you think?
wait... what do I see?
give and give and never take
forgive and never hate
do you believe in fate?
honorable indeed
I am Tenacious.
Never ceasing.
Always pursuing.
Over miles I run.
An obstacle here, and there, but no matter,
I will overcome.
Though I may slow,
Yet will I never quit the pursuit.
Beep- beep. Beep- beep.
I wish this noise came from my watch, my car’s horn, or my house alarm, but it doesn’t.
The back of my left hip makes the steady music.
I am Different.
I walk to the beat of my own drum
Because…
I refuse to let society attach strings to my flesh
I’m nobody’s puppet
I am a blonde haired, blue eyed white girl.
I am from rural America.
I am from the heart of the nation.
I am a God fearing woman.
I am the American dream.
Am I?
I am... pushed aside by those who matter and ignored by those who think they do.
Last to be put in, first to be let out.
But one day I will break through.
And they will be stuck wishing they never had a doubt.
I am a suicide attempt survivor.
I was not content, no need to pay rent, Nobody to live in.
Other girls could laugh, I'd rather bleed in a bath, and find my own path
What am I?
Who am I?
Why am I here?
Questions such as these
Haunt us
Everyday.
They lurk in the back of our minds
Just to taunt us
Everyday.
But they do bring our lives
I am a story teller
I have been lying to your faces for as long as I can remember
Tailoring tales that suit your need for excitement,
In his TED Talk, writer and philosopher, Julian Baggini, says that who we are is centered around the memories and experiences we have had in the past.
Please remember the following.
You need to remember that nothing is impossible.
Understand that no one is better than anyone.
Know that money is the root of all evil.
I am a kind, mixed child
I wonder if I will ever be excepted
I hear them talk about me
I see them laugh
I want to belong some where
I am kind, mixed child
I pretend everything is fine
A piece of clay on the molding board
Constructed by the hands of an artist and teacher
Purpled by inky fingers
I spin in a whirlwind as the wheel rotates
A gentle tap on the shoulder
Followed by a delicate smile.
A poke in my side
Followed by two.
Shimmering blue eyes
Stare thru.
I was sitting on the floor in full clown makeup,
I am not the sunrise by the ocean,
I am not the sound of birds in the morning,
I am not the sound of laughter,
I am not the things that make us kind.
I am a cry at night from the hurt,
I am a shape shifter,
And there is no page in a dictionary on some dusty shelf for that.
I was an idea in my mother's mind before my father even knew what love was,
I am Powerful.
There is not a single person like me in this world,
Nor is there a single person as capable as I,
I'm different.
I climbed the mountain when others went around,
Tears shattered falling from the cold dark night,
Sleep is what I call peace,
But is what i mostly feared.
The night my grandma was diagnosed with Alzheimers's and diabetes, there was no
I am… independent
But I still love the company
I am… strong
But I still can show my weaknesses
I am… original
Because despite everything that I’ve been through
I am a never ending series
Of sleepless nights and crumpled bed sheets
Battered from the restlessness of my slumber
A lost sheep number
4 A.M's only friend
Tired
I am the burnt out light bulb
Who am I?
I am tired.
Don’t wake me.
Don't touch me.
I’m lost,
Inspired.
There is a time
I am a a female who is currently attending Bassett High School.
A senior whose dream is to go to a four year college to become a veterinary technologist.
The music I create is The Sound that paints a silent canvas...listen to my art and hear what I want you to Feel.
Have you ever felt like your best is not good enough?
You try, and you try, and you try but it doesn't make a difference
You do things that you wouldn't normally do
But it doesn't matter?
I am like a wave
High crests always striving for my dreams
Low troughs refreshing my aspirations
Never dissipating as tide hits the shore
Unceasing with persistence in my flow
Your lungs breathe
in the galaxy
and your chest fills
with the universe,
and when you speak
your words glide like
I never thought I'd be that girl.
So in love love with a boy. A boy that consumed every part of my mind. A boy who's simple name could give me a swarm of butterflies in my tummy.
Take one step and the storm rolls in
Raindrops of fear and lies and sin
Thunderous, screaming taunts
The bully, me he haunts
Someday the clouds will part; a win
To outsiders, I am just a woman.
To my children, I am wonder-woman.
There were plenty steps to get me here,
although in my eyes compared to where I want to be, I'm no where near.
I am no longer the declarative, so bold
Nor am I the forgotten recluse, so cold
Relinquish my orthodox views, so old
Do not allow myself into the false Fold.
The flickering screen beckons, so chaste
I am-
The light upon your face
The body of the human race
I am-
Me
I am-
A crumpled paper on the road
The one who dances for the show
But always gets thrown with tomatoes
i found something one dayin a little paper packet,in a box of old pictures and faded clothes.if was dried and shriveled,no bigger than an inch,no marking on the paperbesides the date of my birthday:
Turn to page 33.
What do you see?
If you bought a copy of Webster's
you'd see the word beautiful.
Below it you might even find a picture of me.
I am beautiful.
I am not who I thought was
I have done things without cause
I thought I'd be smarter
But I have been a martyr
Simply standing for what is right
No longer having friends in my life
I am a bright soul, one that desires freedom and serenity
I wish to be, a pretty little blue bird, in the tops of an apple tree
I can not be remade, I can not be replaced
One of the questions I hate the most is
"Describe yourself"
"Who are you"
Because I don't know what to tell you
Which mask should I put on for you
The crazy, fun one who laughs too loud
I am different, from the kids at school. I am unique, among my friends. I am strong, for my family. I am a fighter, with my father. I am weak, for sometimes it's too dark. I am insolated, the darkness consumes me. But I am not alone.
I am a piece of Art
not a piece of beauty
not piece of meat
not a second guess
Art is I
molded and formed for nine long months
Small…
Unstable,
With a stem of many wounds.
Small…
And fragile;
With rumors they presume.
I've tried to escape from my pain and sorrow
I want to get a way but my shadow follows
Light does not shine on me
For I seem not to let it be
Life has captured me
And it won't let me free
I am kind,
I am emotional,
I am bi-polar,
I am me,
I like to play sports and to run outside,
I am almost 18 the highlight of my life,
I am almost an adult,
I am unseen, hardly unheard
Through bitter and through sweet
Melodies portrayed, rehearsed
And Harmonies that give seat
To the grandiose contradiction.
My sound staggers and sways
I am but a shadow of light.
I am darkness, but He is white.
He is my strength in the storm,
My courage when I am worn.
The shadow that is me
Haunts, creeps, and begs me to flee.
I have fallen in loveFallen so hard that there's no way in hell someone could of caught meSo now I'm falling...
Falling
One: Numbers.
Height, weight, age
date of birth, social security
cell phone number, credit card.
SAT score, grade average on a four-point scale,
transcripts, salary, expenses, repeat.
I was shy,
and closed
when it came to conenecting
with the people around me.
I was quiet,
reserved,
and uncomfortable in my own skin
until it came to my first,
high school love.
Ice cold like the Buffalo lake breeze, my heart was born with no such ease. Growing up being alone, not having a family to call my own; So much hate and envy spread amongst us all.
I create the life within you
the colours you see
the vibrance in the atmosphere
I create the flowers the trees
I provide for the creatures of this earth
including yourself
The dark of the night
Was darker than any other.
Quiet, too quiet.
A little girl
Shifted and turned in her bed.
She felt a chill
Run down her spine.
She shut her eyes tight and tighter.
"What is it that you are?" People often ask me.
"Courageous, confident, kind, and intelligent" are the words that come to mind.
I say these words as I impress those who ask
I saw you there. It was late and dark but I knew you still felt my stare.It was quiet there. Glitter everywhere from the signs of Tinkerbell. And I felt no bad vibes here. I felt so alive here. I enjoyed the ride here.
I Am Me
By Nereida Reyes
I am a lovable person,
a brown skinned Mexican of an independent family,
an adolescent girl that is honored.
Its not unusual
No it won't make you delusional
To believe that my grief was crafted since birth
Made fun of and teased just for walking this green earth
I am
about as young as I will ever be
the beard is looking thin
but the mind is a lifetime of memories
like remember? When I was thirteen?
Skateboards and bursts of energy
She did not know it then but her little sister Jenna waited outside her door every night,
listening for sounds of life.
Jenna hid every razor in the house so that her sister could not hurt herself anymore.
One wish.
I watch the delicate eyelash
tremble
and then float lifelessly away from my finger.
I ponder my inevitable wish-making superstition,
questioning why I would even risk the puff
When I was little
I took it upon myself and all my three year old artistic abilities
To draw a map of the world on my bored of a dresser
Yet in my childish ignorance
I had only drawn
I am uniqe in my own way
I show it every day
I am not defind by people
but simpley by me
theres no other person that i rather be
I am confident more now
I have learned how
I am but a mere quirk in the face of billions, shifting my way down on a path that shall leave me dispersed.
Times have shaped the outline of my brain, leaving me so estranged from the me of the past,
I am working.
Don't bother me right now.
I don't want to be mean,
But there are priorities,
They determine how much I can care about something.
Right now, work is my prioroty,
And you aren't.
Something miserable just happened to me,
But don’t remind me what it will take to be free.
It lingers in my brain like it's a type of disease,
I’m hurting on the inside but nobody sees.
I am the boy who's story is yet to be told
Living in darkness when the fear feels so cold
I am the light that beats within
Finding my newborne confidence air
So I can see
The world is a coaster
The desert falls in love
Raindrops fall on the barren land
How beautiful it is
It won't last long
Evaporating
Leaving everything wanting more.
I am Kayla Aleta Canada. The name Kayla means pure and beloved. Aleta means truthful, derived from Alethia, the Greek goddess of truth. Yeah, my last name’s Canada, but no, I’m not from Canada. My ancestors are actually from Ireland.
I am a riser
get up off the ground
and fly higher
I am a striver
reach out towards the sky
and climb higher
I am a soul survivor
dig deep inside
and find my fire
I am a riser
I am a failure. I am a failure at being honest. I am a failure at being punctual. I am a failure for being jealous. I am a failure for being greedy. I am a failure at drinking too much. I am a failure for sleeping with too many people.
Stand up for yourself. brush it off. be brave. move on. be strong.
Beaten to silence. mouth sewn shut. eyes filled with dew.
Stand up for yourself. brush it off. be brave. move on. be strong.
Initially, this wasn’t exactly the reality of the story I imagined I would be strolling through.
Madness intertwined in my balance,
Who Am I
Who am I?
Just a girl with big thighs?
Or according to my dad an angel in disguise?
Or am I just a girl in a horrible world?
You were the best thing that ever happened to me.
You weren't even mine;
I was never yours, I won't pretend, but God, I wish I could've been.
I am………….
My whole life I've wondered “who are you to you”
I'm a woman and I'm black judging me by that is waaaaaayyy to easy to do.
Imagine a childhood full of hospitals and hopeless dreams. Things going on that you can not fathom. Trips to the after life that are astronomical, but all you wanna do is scream.
Inside her body is a person thriving to come out,
Just a person?
No, a boy.
Assigned the opposite symbol on his birth certificate,
They got him in the wrong.
Worthless.helpless.Hopeless.
These are the words rattling in my head
As I lay down night after night
And fight the demons day after day.
No rest for my weeping eyes.
Who am I?
What can I be?
Can I achieve my dreams that transcend the clouds in the sky?
Or does this white supremacist society dictate who is me?
Always gonna be walls to break down no matter how hard I try
Like clay molded into a beautiful creation ready to be shown off,
I am Brave.
the Small girl in the corner of the room
sAd about her past
Very anxious about what to say or do
worried About other's judging her
rarely ever seeN or heard
Not sure of who she is
I am... me
There's no one word that I'd rather be
I'm tall, I'm smart, I have a big heart
I'm funny, I'm loud, and very proud
I like to be me and that's all I'll ever be.
khelsei: prounouced kelsey, a seven letter name defining a black girl with an opinion,
desbribes a young woman with brown eyes, thick legs, full lips, and quick hips,
Once destined to be forgotten in darkness
To not recieve any sort of hope
But instead was abandoned by all
Until one day a miracle happened
A hand reached out to me
I am:
J for joyful, jovial and just
E for eccentric because I follow my own path
S for sincere, studious and simple
I have faced the enemy called life
I have suffered many casualties from it
It has given me pain, given me strife
But even after its strikes... my strength will not plummet
Outsiders looking in will never understand me,
Is it really me or the vivid picture society potray me to be makes them can't stand me,
I am just a voice,
A voice drowning in a chorus of others.
Others, who are important, who will change the world.
The world, the world was my oyster. I was the best. I was a soloist.
I am writing. Sometimes I write because I have no on to talk to. Sometimes I write because I don’t want to talk to anyone. I am a very individualistic person.
I Have Lived but Who am I?
Even at this young age, I have lived more than most
I have lived in poverty
I have witnessed both of my parents dying due to AIDS
I have nearly starved
I am moving forward,
no chains shall drag me down.
As the waters of life surge forward,
trying to slow me down,
I fight harder and try to reach the goal
-my dream, my own life, my own vision.
Crazy, Curious, Committed
Consistently overthinks simple solutions on purpose
Invents creative ideas for a better world
Determined, Dependable, Dauntless
This is how it goes:
You are yellow
you know most
embrace the color
your small eyes.
But I am not!
I am more than that!
I have eyes, yes! So do you!
Her eyes are sad,
in a strong kind of way.
A little girl who believed in the things they pushed away.
She loved, She lost, She learned.
Her eyes are wise,
in a scary kind of way.
I am African
I am strong and powerful
Idependently I am confident.
Not ethicity nor background will hold me back
My melanin is beautiful
Dark and lovely
I will accomplish my dreams
I am a flame.
A silent thing.
I can keep you warm,
or destroy your whole world.
I am a piano key.
A little thing.
I can help you create beautiful music,
or throw the whole thing off.
I Am...
Demoralized? Why? They all wondered...
I'm not the happy soul I portray to be I cry..
most of the time I cry in my sleep or cry and I
I am undefined
I don’t fit into the categories of a future
Scientist, mathematician, or doctor
Where am I to go? Where do I belong?
Too many categories to choose from
I am a daughter, of teen parents who instilled the value of education in me because of their own missed opportunities.
I am a granddaughter, that sees the wisdom and knowledge in my grandparents strands of glistening grey hair.
...I awaken with death sloshing in my mind...
I am washed up again on a liminal shore
Where gloaming and dawn converge
To wage their perennial war
I am a tree.
My torso resembles that of a trunk, carved perfectly and sturdy enough
To support my body. My head is the head of a tree. My thick curly hair
I am...
but let's be real..
Should I sit around here waiting for everyone to hear the perfect life story of the college student striving to be a childhood education teacher?
I am.. almost there
But let's be real..
My mind is my own
It thinks on it's feet
It does me well
My heart beats
A rthym of it's own
Loves like no one else
My soul is pure
A human I am
Mistakes to be made
Once I was a lot of thingsI had a blanket capeA paper crownA fairy gownBut somehow it escapedI was saving galaxiesSo sure of all I knewBut someone stole my powersNow what am I suppose to do?
I've been told my poetry is good
I've been told it was horrid
I have heard that I've inspired
I have heard that I depressed
I've heard with my words I reach into your heart and play your emotions like a harp
Who am I?
Compared to what I am expected to be?
I have straight brown hair and light skin.
I have freckles on my nose and cheeks.
I hope one day I grow up like my mother.
Who am I?
I am so much more than what I think I am
I am more than my diagnosis
I am more than my medication
I am more than my label
I am more than the biases and stigmas
I will struggle and have my bad days
I used to be terrified
Of what others used to think.
I used to be terrified
That I was meant to sink.
I was scared to swim
Against the familiar waves.
If I floated with them,
Not planned, and yet not a mistake
My biological felt it was too much on his plate
I've sprouted from the ground below,
to tower over my surroundings.
I've struggled, bled and gone the distance,
Tough, Smart, Intelligent…
Me.
I am a fighter.
Leaping over obstacles and accomplishing dreams.
Pushing through the sludge of life contaminated by depression, homelessness, and debt,
I am the light in my mother's eyes
The joys and tears we share together
the white lily floating in the pond
Growing up in a border town, I felt like the runt in a litter of kittens
My skin was a few shades lighter than everyone else that every time a teacher turned off the lights, everyone assumed that I would glow in the dark
Father, At times like this, I need your comfort;
Your loving arms to hold me tight.
I need that still small voice to tell me,
"Child, It will be alright."
Lord, I believe. Though, sometimes I waver.
Life to me is a painting of a keyhole and beyond the door is the road less traveled, above are the skys unseen and below the roads unpaved.
Then there is me who sits and stares through a looking glass at the world beyond the pain;
If you have to know about my dreams, you should know they are very realistic. Sometimes I wake up during the night, wishing I was there instead of here, in real life. Dreams are people’s escape place.
I AM
LOUD
FUNNY
DIFFERENT
COMPLEXED
I AM
TEASED
BULLIED
MISUNDERSTOOD
ISOLATED
I AM
STRONGER THAN WHAT I PORTRAY
I AM
STRONGER THAN WHAT I SAY
I am the un-romanceable.
The unbreakable.
I am the character you rarely see.
I stay on the sidelines joking.
I listen, to stories unending.
Their lives laid in front of me.
I am not a poem.
Typed letters can take you to other worlds
But not inside my head.
I am as infinite as the universe
As impossible to map as existence
My body could fit in a refrigerator box
I am a Human being
I am a poet
I am a college student
I am a migrant
because I have to be here for a better life
I am proud of my roots
I am someone who talks from within
Someone that loves his mom
I am...
The worst moment in my life
The best in my strife
The most precious thing I can't measure
When I'm under pressure
... But this world is undoubtedly the greatest of all treasures
I am flawed
I climb the highest mountains and slip into the darkest abysses
I get jealous
Faking the smiles
And having the grief pile
She grew up
Got stuck in the black
She wish she could take
All the scars back.
So she writes,
Hoping to reach
Someone with the same fight
We all walk around like award winning actorsPut on a smile fo people to see
Yet it is all for show and we are hurting inside
I know I do the same
So here goes for the best actor
There comes a day where my life is happy
There comes a day where my life is sadness
There comes a day where my life is love
There comes a day where my life is frustrating and confusing
Flip the page
To come across a spell
Like a mage
But spotted about a word of myself dwell
I defined as spiffy
Being strike as average
But on the inside as iffy
I can be a bandage
i am the girl who wakes up every morning and smiles
cause id rather smile and feel good about a bad situation morrow in pity.
im the girl who laughs out loud because one laugh can start a smile
i am the girl who wakes up every morning and smiles
cause id rather smile and feel good about a bad situation morrow in pity.
im the girl who laughs out loud because one laugh can start a smile
I am...behind the lens.
Listening, looking, learning.
Viewing life at every angle.
Visiting past memories.
Loving, laughing, living.
I am The Photographer.
your looks do not matter
your size does not matter
look in the mirror
place your hand over your heart
and close your eyes.
That is who you are,
not some label some girl put on you.
When I look in the mirror
who do I see?
Is it who i once was?
Blissful, innocent, and naive
or perhaps who I seem to be now
Cynical, evil, and informed
Or even who i plan to be
I take away the smiles of millions
From older people all the way down to children
When you find me there's never a loving thing to say
All I do is take your loved ones away
I am strong
I am fragile
I am brave
I am scared...
Three years old, mommy said "some people just don't get along"
Before I knew it, mommy found somone new and daddy did too
Some day you wake up and you
feel
something in the air.
You know something is lingering around you. You
feel
it hanging off of your skeleton. A nipping of fear and knowing.
I Am…
Aware of people’s feelings, as I seek acknowledgement of my own
Sympathetic to the outcasts, because I have been there
I will endlessly fight
For what is right.
I will be the light
For those that reside in the night.
I am the shining beacon of hope.
I will walk on a teeny-tiny rope
Just to save a life.
I am Unknown
I am Depression
I am Anxiety
I am Suicide
I am Human
I am Me
But who is me?
Who is this person?
Who am I?
I am a teenager that has been suffered in anguish
Another Brick in the Wall
I am a brick.
with cement I stick
to the other bricks.
We grow and we fall.
My biggest mistake of them all,
I wake up every day and take a nice long stretch
Noticing my room is a mess
My energy cannot be spent on the trivial
Instead it is spent on the vital:
Getting up, sitting down, eating, breathing,
The struggle of oppertunity
The day that i broke
of so much misfortune
With several scattered roads
The past with my mistakes
the choices that i made poor
the impossible oppertunities
I've got a confession to make.
If you asked any of my friends who I am
They'd probably tell you that I was born in Sharpie marker
Black of course; an attempt to cover the fact
I am beyond
Beyond what others thought of me
I am smart,kind,sweet, and salty
Hispanic? Well, yes.
But the ethnic, racist comments do NOT define me
18 and I am NOT pregnant nor have I dropped out
I am the mother of a child who cannot speak
I am the daughter of a soldier who lives through days like war
I am the lover of a man who has more edges than curves
I am the friend of a woman scarred
The first thing you should know about me is that
If I do not get at least four solid hours by myself every few days
I will snap
And the second thing you should know about me is
I loved him my cowboy
he loved me the same
i loved him my cowboy
i was his dame
ive loved a lot in my life
so much that love is just another word
ive met some boys who I thought were my all
I am tall with brown hair
My eyes are not blue, but green
I am not boring where as my personality has flare
My name is not cathleen nor kathleen
I am me
My name is Taylor not Tailor
Some people might see me as just a pretty black girl
Some people might see me as a "laid back" or "chill" person
But who I am is much deeper than what they see on the surface
Dear Future Me,
If you are reading this letter,
That means you are in your early twenties.
Fresh out of college
And eager to start your journey into the world.
When all you feel is tired
And don't know where you belong
Like everything you've ever done
Is completely wrong.
How do you keep living
How do you survive
