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I realized I was no longer a kid,
When I left the sea
The sand leaving scratched memories,
The Lies You Tell by: Varmstrong19 Mirrors are objects people should be comfortable around, almost like a person. Accept, mirrors can’t talk and instead, you talk for them. Mirrors shouldn’t be looked at as “the bad guy”.
I used to wear clothes based on branding and price
My innermost being was my sacrifice
In exchange for acceptance, approval, and nods
I gave up enjoyment and became a fraud
Eternal burdens, you call them
That which I carry on my back.
For many years, they stay with me
Without purpose to stay on track.
Instead I revere those mentors
Who have forced me to start again,
We have a problem in AmericaOur arts are becoming less of usYes I'll cover up body parts within my artBut who killed poetryGrinch in the nightStole true hope and wordsI'm sorry for my simple words
Poetry is an old friend
I wish I saw her more,
But I only see her every now and then
When
Times are getting tough
When
I have often felt invisible; insignificant when compared to other people. But I am luminous.
I’ve walked down streets with friends and been blatantly ignored when someone we both know passes by. But I am luminous.
Are you down
For some
Of those haters hating
Down for
Making thousands of haters
That are just disguised as fans
Who won't admit they like your shi*
They're to busy
Wanting to be you
Sitting in a classroom
Not knowing what I am going to do
-or where I am going to go.
I am a senior.
I should know what I want to do with my life.
I must, before it’s too late.
When the sun shines
I want to drink wine
like a fish climbs a current
insurgent, purgent
Flowing unknowingly
Growing unshowedly.
The pines rise and fall
to the grime time
haphazardly
Feeling Alone
Singing the same old sad song
I do not want pity
I just want this feeling of alone to be gone
I try to get your attention
You give me what you think I want
It is not enough
A big white bird flies by my window, and once again
I am reminded of just how small I am on this planet.
How insignificant I must seem to this perfect being.
The bird grazes the sky with her magnificent white wings.
