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In the still of the night, where the shadows dare,
I grip my pen like a sword, and I declare,
“Wake up, ink, from your silent state,
We’ve got words to spill, no room for fate."
I am not afraid of the waves of suffering.
All that I am afraid of is carrying on with my selfish ways.
Near my grave you will hear the leaves rustling.
I am not fully dead, most of me will leave my grave.
(Dashes equal a beat.
The ellipsis is a long pause.
A poem wrote at 15/16, then revised.)
My life isn’t as bad as it seems,
that even in the darkness there are beams,
In the pitch black darkness
I find my light
Not one or two or three
But many luminescent colors
Swirl and morph into shapes and objects
Freedom at its finest
Inner thoughts emerge
I was withdrawn before. But Now I'm open.
Open to the idea of being closed and Lonely.
The difference between it All, is what your seeking and hoping.
Set yourself to fall then you'll surely be broken.
Resonant foxes in lush of green
The Prometheus espedition consumes
Cupid hovers spectacularly spectating
The caverns secretly securing alienation
Awaaiting a utopia derived by that familiar
Carelessly drifting
My mind on my soul
The music takes me away.
Desperately seeking
My mind on the journey
And the thought of finding the way.
As I ran towards the water and my feet were met with salty splashes of the ocean,
We were different;
We were different before paying bills
We were different before heartbreak
We were different before going out into the world.
The world;
A matrix of experiences,
Tall palm trees shimmy in the soft breeze,
Standing tall like soilders,
Guarding the colossal college walls.
Daunting yet appealing waves wash over me,
As my bold reflection stares back at me,
When I was Five,
I was lively and carefree
At Ten,
I was ready to take on the world
Sixteen and Seventeen
Made me feel so grown up
Before my very eyes I was driving,
On my own path, in my own car,
On the road away from home.
No destination in mind,
Only the street lamps casting shadows
Paternal Nicotine
A man I sit next to in class is cologned with the smell of cigarette It has been so long since I was this close to the aroma of burnt nicotine
Introvert.
The person who needs alone time to feel best energized.
Extrovert.
The person who needs time with others to feel best energized.
Ambivert.
I'm stuck
I'm stuck in a place where forward is scary and the backwards is full of hurt.
Where do I go?
There's a little baby sitting next to me on the plane,
I used to spend hours on end perfecting the recipe
To a mud pie.
Garnished with leaves, sunbaked to a crisp.
A gourmet cuisine of ignorance
I used to spend hours on end perfecting the recipe
To a mud pie.
Garnished with leaves, sunbaked to a crisp.
A gourmet cuisine of ignorance
When I was younger
I was afraid of growing up
I didn’t like the thought of
Getting wrinkles,
Sunspots,
Grey Hair;
When I was younger
I was afraid of growing up
I didn’t like the thought of
Getting wrinkles,
Sunspots,
Grey Hair;
To overcome is hard
For me, the first step was just the start
We were standing about twenty feet apart
I started walking up to them and they put up their guard
“That smile how do you do it everyday?” “Love” was all she said.
The smile that went through hell and back.
The smile that has been at a breaking point.
I wonder about you.
I wonder if that smile is genuine,
or if you force your muscles
To make up a lie.
Hi
I see your confusion and
Your delusions
Your tears, falling, falling
Without reason
I see your smile, overwhelming your face
Don't hide, find me, let's embrace
You write the words
The day that we met, I thought I was saved.
But as we grew,
you made me lose my way.
Day-to-day you say you’ll be there for me,
that you love me with all of your might.
But how can that be,
To the me I never was:
It’s my fault you aren’t here,
it is.
I didn’t take that turn.
I didn’t dance that night.
I never tried with him.
I never wrote that book.
Dear sylvia plath, kristen stewart, Josephine from my chemistry class, and every other girl I know,
Dear Makala,
As we get closer to graduation I see the worry piling in your eyes.
You claim that there is much to do.
I always tell you the same thing,
I got up this morningOn the wrong side of the bed.But it’s okay.I spilled my coffeeOn my new jeans.But it’s okay.I burnt my toastAnd had to settle for just coffee.But it’s okay.
I am hiking a trail
With too many bumps.
I've tripped many times,
Though the path is not steep.
Now, there is a fork
In this worn path.
Should I go left, or right?
Your name is only whispered in the dark,
but I'm not lonely.
Every hello is an unfinished love letter to you,
but I'm not lonely.
I spend every sunset without you,
They tell me education is the key to success
the key that will get me out this mess
the key that will present me with a new dress,
walk and flow about me.
Present me as "Doctor" instead of "Mister"
I hate that I feel like we don't connect anymoreThat we no longer talk the same wayI long for the days when my heart was only yoursBut as of late I don't feel the same way
Life is like a revolving door,
minutes to days to years and more.
At first it's new, pure, and full of love;
flying around and free as a dove.
Days uncertain are ahead and behind
Had a heartbreak, got up, kept in mind
No one holds me, I am free am not I?
Life is short, get up, push on, fear is a lie
Past years went by in a flash, now even more
Things have changed a lot from last year to now,
I look back and try to puzzle everything together but don’t know how,
On Oct 29,2015 I lost a childhood dream,
Creeeaaaaakkkk
kkkkaaaaaeeerC
Deep breath
Step out onto the sidewalk
And breath the fresh summer air
Open your hand, open your palm to show me the land where seeds can root and fruit to trees from which it was bear, and there you will turn to dust, blown back to infinity for you can't enjoy the fruit, but your children can, the outside is to hars
Life goes on,
Friends I’ve lost,
And things that have changed.
To a fro,
At the cusp of reality,
People jump and people leap.
In a brave new world,
I change my views,
Turbulent were waters
so much so
that
it was said
to my soul
as it faded near the dead
rise, be bold
now
go ahead
strive
causing strife within my mind
The me from before wouldn't have thought she would lose so muchShe wouldn't have thought her grandfather would go to his eternal restShe wouldn't have thought about his ashes being spread by the wind's gustThe me from before couldn't fathom this m
Frost and fragile, walloped by wind, gliding through glades, the dandelions fly and float, with the music of misty meadows. Like my life were dandelions!
As the broken man gets ready for life, the brother feels separated.
The providers are proud, and the friends are astounded.
Inside the demons are growing. But God stays near while the demons flee.
Calcify me
Make me stay
Frozen with you
until you're grey.
We're all just popsicles
on a hot summer's day,
anyway.
Pessimism creeped through every crevice of my soul
constantly my head was down negativity had a hold,
My mind was a whirlwind of emotions
spiraling so deep as if I conceived the ocean,
when the novelty declines.
and disappointments are hurled to
your face.
down your throat.
cradling your esophagus and
beginning to break
your bones.
-find a way to breathe
Feel the cold against your skin,
The want of something warm to burrow in,
Today wasn’t a good day, was it?
I know you want to hide,
Shy to the eye
to the ignorance of love.
Abandoned, left confused
lost in a fantasy.
Brought to the top
wanting to be the best,
life rolls on.
In one will come
out another goes,
Every morning I open my eyes,
I raise my head towards the skies,
I thank God for another day,
My soul, yet, he did not take.
I smile at the thought of my future,
Falling again.
I take a look at the cruel world.
Inside my past is my reality,
Forgetting it has become my fantasy.
Continue to walk,
but might as well give up.
My family is looking out for me,
What is life?
Is it the way we act?
The way we view things?
Life is when you find peace.
Life is when you feel a sense of calm.
Life is when you live.
Life throws things.
Feeling good is a subject.
I tend to really neglect.
Trying to avoid the things that make me glad.
Because most of the things I like are truly honestly bad.
I hate the feelings I have when I do the normal thing.
Darkness lurks around me.
So much of me is around you, you feel like you're Drowning.
I come from the abyss.
Go to sleep you might go on an ultimate drift.
After I come through shrieks and yells.
We are alive.
We still fear life.
We fear everything in sight.
We fear the darkness and night.
Why should we fear when we are alive?
As human nature we all have fears.
Some bring us to tears.
Little
Seemingly insignificant
The memories stitch themselves together
Like a quilt
There are beautiful designs
And vibrant patterns
That we name the blanket of life
Our brains
My eyelids will pull apart because I receive a gift every morning,
It is a gift but it is made of skin, bones and muscles,
Just like me,
With a message I must decode,
Although the note however, I could not read,
When I look in the mirror of my reflection,
I see just another human being swallowed up in depression.
When you look in the mirror do you like what you see?
Is the self esteem absentee?
Are you only 5" 3'?
When I met you I knew it was too good to be true
and I was right
while I thought gardening is what was bringing us together
it was actually tearing us apart
Standing in line,
Waiting to buy a cup of Love,
A bull, an elephant and a rhino collide,
Brah,brah,brah! Within stomach’s wall.
I open my eye to only be standing at the gates of hell.
The sign says WELCOME.
The train I rode to get there was going nowhere fast.
You want to buy a ticket, what’s the cost you ask?
There are seven wonders,
And a thousand beautiful things.
Lines to stand in,
And people to bring.
The pressure is growing as time slips away,
Why aren't I growing
In this well-traveled lane?
Rushing,
Rushing,
Like a train;
You can choose to climb aboard
But when you reach
Your destination,
You get off.
You get off,
But the train does not stop
Rushing
Rushing
Poetry isn't life.
But life is poetry.
We don't live in monotone. We laugh, we cry, and we carry on.
Living is an art, and we as humans seek to master it.
I live a life of peace. Only harm will come to me.
There is no sleep I lie awake not afraid of the darkness but what lives in it.
No cradler to behold. The cars full of people push and shove all in a hurry from defeat.
Life
Four simple letters
A lifetime of opportunity
What is life?
How do you live it?
No one knows really
but if you keep trying
you eventually learn
Your aren't given a manual
I was the one
That had your back all of these years
But something snapped inside
I was tired of all the lies
How you'd-
Be with me
Come to me
But
All the excuses
Up and down,
Up and down,
Life has it's ups and downs.
Some consider it a fluke
Some think it as a spook.
Life is bat shit crazy.
Life is like being born wide awake
Life is interesting,
life is good,
it shows that you can,
when you didn't think you could,
It opens doors,
it closes them too,
yet it always leads to something new,
we look at life,
Being depressed as a kid is well, strange. Because you never can see a future. Instead you see the present, and everything that it holds. It holds promise and love and a future for everyone else, but not quite for you.
Up again,
Awake and aching for a change,
A shift in the vicious circle,
Where life takes all prisoner,
And leaves nothing but stones
In the ground.
Don't make a sound
The things I fear aren’t always as tangible as death
or the loss of the ones I love.
Sometimes I fear loneliness and simplicity
Things staying
still.
From the words I devour
