perseverance
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For the first time in a long time I am writing about being alone, but not in my usual way,
Usually when I talk about being alone, it is in a negative way, and it leaves me with only sad things to say.
Lemon
Lemon Tree
Lemonade
Everyone loves lemon
Lemon Tea
Lemon Bars
Sunshine and Lemon
Branches and leaves
Avocado Tree
Shading my lemon tree
What the hell, avocado?
"I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be." ~ Joan Dideon
The pain and the fear are ghosts,
spectres,
a fabrication of reality.
In a moment they will appear and then vanish and I will be left wondering why I followed them into the dark.
The pain and the fear are ghosts,
spectres,
a fabrication of reality.
In a moment they will appear and then vanish and I will be left wondering why I followed them into the dark.
I have never been someone who would accept it when someone tells them no,
Because I believe that when things get tough, that is when you learn the most and you grow.
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between optimism and reality,
And it can be hard to be able to persevere when it feels like those dreams are getting harder and harder to see.
I was that person who always hid in the background and let life pass me by,
And I never put myself out there because I was always too scared and shy.
It's funny how in the past couple of years my life has turned around,
Sometimes it is hard to wake up and realize that there is no one there and you are all alone,
You're surrounded by family, but they make you feel unloved, so that is nowhere near being called a home.
For oh, so long I have known
this-
that the spell had been
cast
and for years I have sought
remedies
through priests and preachers,
curanderas,
-all to no avail...
And I have learned
i am no stranger to controversy and autumn.
i find peace in changing colors and falling into the arms of
women still learning to hold newborns correctly.
Inside where the fire rages,
a blasting inferno of a furnace,
I hold desperately onto clumps of coal and gasoline—
trying to gather all the fuel I can
that will blaze way to my future.
Imagine
you live
in a land
devoid of
freedom
and that
human rights
are merely
a dream.
Imagine
too,
that
you could be
taken
into custody
without reason
I am like a student
who is kept after school
but I must stay
for a lifetime.
And I am sentenced
to write
on the dusty chalkboard
that is my heart,
these following words:
LOVE
Flowers brighten a prison yard,
where they bloom they cannot know
their riotous beauty quite unmarred
by the truths of where they grow.
Inspirations comes in many forms
Whether it’s a unexpected quote
Or a small little anecdote
Whether it’s from someone that inspires
Or sadly conspires
The monster lives inside me,He slithers through my veins,
He hisses his cruel thoughts,
and influences my own.
He wraps himself around my lungs,
I am Black
which determines how I move.
I am a woman
which you should know too.
I am inspired by those
who came before me
Harriet Tubman, Sojourner Truth,
and Rosa P.
My home is the field
With fear of being shown the red
The crowd fills in, watching
Whether real or inside my head
I fell hard
I fell long
It seemed so never ending
It was so tiring and mind bending
A struggle like no other can understand
Like a flower bright and tall
Surrounded by weeds
But shines and never hides
Making it through
Being pulled down to doom
Maybe you should just try to let them in Try to let them see that you're hurting, that you're hurt by his words. He damaged her beyond repair yet here she is... brOKen. I'm okay she says, I'm fine seriously.
Up
on stage
all lights and eyes
on me and me alone
Bare myself, my soul
Choose me
my quiet heart voice whispers
Thank you, next
Callbacks
Pitter-patter, hope
List is up
Little WordsCreate the birdWho flew so highHe touched the sky.And when he tumbledTo the sandNo one heardDespite the birdWho got back upAnd tried again.
Do you hear the music,
That once did beat from within
The constant thump of the unsettled.
Predicaments and foresight,
They say it’s possible, right?
It’s weird, I’m now carefree,
Did my luck change, or is it just me?
Dear Poetry:
Thank you for teaching me
how to express myself in a melody
because it is thanks to you
that I can write do descriptively
Power to the fist
Power to defeat
Power to challenge
Vested in a pen, a pencil, a feather was the power to plaster my emotions
Doesn’t sound too strong but let me fill you in on a secret
It is
Bloodshot eyes
Clear despite the rain
Breaths as silent as they are translucent
Dark circles
They call me Medusa,
a monster forgotten; and here? No katharevusa.
The fickle-eyed ancient damned my life in a proxy fight;
jealous? Of what, the rape of an innocent acolyte?
The lust of a capricious potency,
What comes before the calming stormThan chaos, unfiltered, unfettered, noiseDay by day, night after unrelenting nightI am only clear unto myselfFor the ones, them and theyCan not understand, or is it won't?
Dear Future Me,
I hope you’ve grown a bunch
Not only mentally but emotionally
You’ve had to endure many hardships
like most in life
But, that’s no excuse
I hope you’re secure,
Dear Me,
I know that sometimes life can be a big stress.
The things that you will experience can forsure make you digress,
from the path in life that you thought would be best.
Dear Ryan,
You didn’t know me way back when…
I struggled to read with my kin,
Mom studied by day and worked by night.
Dad held three jobs, struggling with all his might.
Hello! I am the narrator, and this, is my story.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess.
Her name was May.
Dear Life Problems,
Why don't you understand? I want to be me!
But, why do you try to take over my life? You don't understand.
It's gone too far! It stops here, now! You cross the line.
I asked my mama,
Why must we go?
She held my small hand and gave it a meek squeeze.
"For however long the nights are still cold, and our empty stomachs continue falling asleep, we won't exist anymore.
Spoken Intro:
“All of a sudden, it’s like you’ve become aware of your own existence, how unwhole you are.
And you’re constantly being reborn...
Again...
And again...
And again...
And again.
“Can you hear me?” I choke out through jagged breaths
I watch the world I’d once known crumble into ashes as an odious ringing invades my ears
all around me is burning but I stood there frozen
“Yes, we hear you”
Blow absorbing hate
They're clueless 'bout the vision
Yes-I am one in seven billion
Which is a fact you can negate
But s'why I don't concede
March on, march on
Little soldier, march on.
The path may be weary
And dreary
And cold
Through the gauntlet of expression and conformity,
Of G notes and B naturals,
Of passion and emptiness,
I would be lying if I told you
I didn't cry that awkward day.
The day you decided
that I wasn't the one.
I've told you before,
and I won't go back on my word.
I remember the days we spent together,
Filled with laughter and endless adventure.
I remember all the years that passed,
Bringing us closer with each rising sun.
I look in the mirror of the year and see him behind me.
January started with a ring. White, blue, me, you.
Curled together and sprinkled with glittering gems.
As the snow melted I took courses in depression and numbness,
I am learning
to love, feel, inspire, forgive, forget,
express, emote, persuade, multiply,
divide, add, subtract.
(ha): I am learning.
Which means I am trying.
Then God said, “Let there be light”; and there was light. (Genesis 1:3)
A single drop of water creates a ripple in the pond,
And the ripple resonates through the waters
I don't know about you.I can only speak about myself and I have horrible anxiety so in the morning I like to boost my self esteem as much as possible so that is what this poem is about enjoy!!
Roses are red
My teacher always said,
Go home and write
A whole bunch tonight
And let words flow form you-
Then, it will be true.
I have lived in St. Louis for nine years.
You told me to look inside myself.
And find the answer to your riddle.
To reach into the deepest caverns,
Of a heart that’s damn near shriveled.
You want to know about my life,
Voices in the dark
Madness, that defiant spark
Words, Rhythm, Poetry, Rhyme
Escape, Express
The Truth is mine.
My speech on paper,
The world unkind,
Speak out with thunder
There are days in which my forearm remembers stories that I made up,
That haunt me and forebode potential illusions.
I remember days in which there were many of these days within a day.
On my lone(some)
Who knows where
On an island
Bring one thing there
Really, I'd bring a knife
If I had to stay there
Joking aside,
Something in mind
Close to my soul
Question the world around you of the truth
Be the one to ask, be the brave
It is stemmed in your youth
That you are meant to be in this cave
The truth is what to seek
Don’t listen – you aren’t weak
I follow the vast height of the mountain
with my eyes and set my jaw with resolve.
From climbing this rock I can only gain,
but from a hill a mountain will evolve.
I am...
the one who hopes you will be okay in the morning when your boyfriend moves away.
I am....
the love that you had and wish you could have back. I am the one that willingly gives it to you.
A pop of color,
A shimmer of light,
That is all you need
To feel a little less trite.
A hint of pink,
A bit of blue,
Paint your canvas, oh sky,
This is your venue.
I see that dragon,
Sometimes we fall,Sometimes we slip up,But no mater what happens music is here for US.
I'm falling down a rabbit hole,
and I can't see the end.
My life is spiraling out of control,
But I won't give in.
I'll follow my yellow brick road
to whatever end.
Be it death or happiness
Shamed because the concept of waiting to get what I want made me seem desperate and clingy;
Hurt because the love I gave to him was never given back in return;
Broken.
Brittle.
Uncapable.
These are the
Words I hear.
Everyday.
I believe it.
How can someone
So little change the world?
But I am strong.
I am capable.
“Just pull your hair up like this,
let the world see your pretty face
Just smile baby girl,
life is just an endless race
Don’t you cry when you fall to the ground
I did not wake up like this, yet I am flawless.
It was harder than I could have imagined
(still is, sometimes).
I have a strength forged through perseverance
It seems that all this timeThe odds have been stackedAll around and above meStabbing at what I lacked
Time is moving fast
I wish I can slow it down
But Some people I be messing with they never come around
It's like I'm the only one that's down
You can ask my town
In life we have many choices to make,
Some simple, some more complicated.
I have a choice as to how I live my life,
do I live it free or do I live it controlled?
Do I let my fears and problems rule my life,
or do I determine where I go from here?
What is good luck without there being bad luck?
How can we see a rainbow without the cloud-darkened sky?
How could the stars shine like diamonds without the blanket of night?
My depression seeps down deep within,eating my happiness, leaving me weak and thin.A monster of despair curls up deep inside,biting, clawing, scratching at my mind.
Now it is March,And thus begins the feudWinter or Spring? Warm or cold?Will the earth be renewed?Sick and tired of bitter wind,Most are ready for Spring.Winter gathers her few supporters
To be an eagle
To reach for sky
To aim for heavens
To strive to try
To spread its wings
To scream a cry
And when a storm comes,
To feel its might
My mom always taught me to persevere and keep pushing.
I remember as a kid signing up to do lots of clubs and activities perhaps more than I could handle.
Every morning's a wake
To loneliness and resent.
Slowly easing my mind
To search and find my content.
I'm getting there,
It's almost mine,
Still digging for gold.
I'm deserving of my happiness
Katria Farmer
“Could I have a moment, please?” I asked
pulling up to the drive-thru window.
“What’d you say ma’am? I can’t hear you.
Your voice is pretty low.”
Why are you so down on yourself? Do you not know what greatness you have?
How do you deal with the negativity in life? Don’t you know what you are made of?
When I was a boy I got into a lot of fights because other kids would pick on me, mainly because of my weight. When I was eight I spilled water on my pants and other boys saw my pants and ridiculed me for it.
I am a good person. Im telling myself that because I know I am a good person. Well, to be self-honest, to keep the truth before my tired eyes: maybe its just my appearance. My persona is often oppressed and affected by other personas.
Oh struggle, my true friend and enemy
Oh how you ruthlessly hurt and help us
Oh my hated foe and valued ally
Oh what a paradox you are thus
You give us both triumph and tragedy
With your mind be let you dreams be inspired.
Just know that perseverance is required.
Cause one spark can start a forest fire.
The Animal inside has changed
Grown timid from the drugs
The light bearer gives once
Broken people,Lost and delirious.Where to go from here?Their empty, colorless eyes look at me,Begging for relief.For sympathy.I am continually saddened by their state,
You had it together,
Remember?
Your fate comes
From a pharmacy.
Sanity is for no one;
For you.
Why must you
Insist?
Insistance?
Dependancy.
Infantile attempts at
These things that we do,
intentional they’re not.
There’s tears in your eyes.
We try,
but it’s hard.
This isn’t a choice.
We’re destined from birth.
To screw up.
To lie.
Failure makes you want to hide,
Never come out and die.
Failure feels like everyone's disappointed...
At you.
Failure makes the strong feel weak
and the brave scared.
But Failure isnt the end.
We are ever-changing,
Constantly running through a cycle,
Sometimes in circles like a unicycle.
We are the washer and dryers of life,
Rolling onto our second load.
Hope is withinOmnipresent- I am conscious The presence of hope The act of dreaming Fuel, to light the candle, That is life. Behind every reality, Is a dream. Come to life by hope The human mind can do anything, When backed by the will of hope.
My friend and I were talking one day and he asked me,
"What do you think about the state of downtown?"
I thought about this question for a second and said...
A seed is cast into the wind,
And the process of a destined love begins.
Though it may encounter much vexation,
And endure both trial and tribulation,
A lucky few in the faithful spot land,
Have you ever wanted a person that you could always talk to and you know they would listen?
In my life, I know that’s what I’m missing.
I have never dated anyone and it feels like there is no hope.
Life took his leave
Optimism stabbed me in the back
Perseverance didn't want to stay
and Pride just seemed lost.
all that was once whole
now laid in bits and pieces
damaged and near impossible to fix
(Our vision to move forward in our different paths is constantly fogged by doubt and uncertainty often spouted by the voices.
The Voices,like the fog, can obstruct the view of our desired path.
A man's courage is a product of a man's desire.
A man's strength is synonymous with long lasting fire.
To live and to love makes man want to inspire.
Because to live and to love makes a man soar even higher.
“Chronic wrist pain” doesn’t look that bad, neatly typed and filed away in a doctor’s office.
Case closed.
And it doesn’t sound that bad; there’ll just be a little twinge of pain that keeps coming back.
Go, little sheep, from this
bare and desolate land.
Go from this wicked place
with its whips and brands.
Go, press onward through
the cold gates that bar the way
Go, leave this dark world
