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our beautifulisla de Borikénwhere you tookyour first breathwhose soil supportedyour first footstepswhose winds carriedyour first songs of joyand sadness, struggleand triumph
I know your going through a rough time, But I am your friend, I will stand by your side, I will be here if you need to talk, I will be here, my door is never locked, I never want you to feel alone,
The selfish act of idolization
Relates to the evanescent, bright moon.
Autonomous sense of adoration
The beholder of beauty will have soon.
Running down the stairs
With my pink embroidered dance bag
The rising temperature
Causing my skin to moisten
Like a melted Hershey bar
Why do we write, scribbling ink onto paper?
Why do we do it now instead of later?
Why indeed do we do so many things in life,
Instead of facing head on its many strifes?
"With God all Things are Possible"
Here lays the anchoring words of my life and destiny.
As riches to the poor
As food to the hungry
As strength to the weak
As courage to the brave
As I walked along the street
I saw the shadow of a soul
Its heart was beaten, all I saw was dullness
It was screaming for help, but no one could hear
Born amidst passions
Of timeless opposites' attraction
Flaring and flashing
A heatwave arises between us
Some call it magic
We are getting hotter
Stronger
More complete with time
Through love
In the light of the lamp creatures come and go,
Passing from pen to page in its eerie glow.
Far off places full of castles and kings,
Places where the world is happy and sings.
Sings it does of the wonders of old,
Stars in the sky
Far, far away
Light up my nights
Inspire my days.
Daydreamer's glow
From thoughts in my head
Visions at midnight
While I lie in bed.
Stars in the sky,
Shine, illuminate, blind
Sitting, watching, wishing
You search your whole life to find
Hope to see another sight
One as beautiful as this
There you are, sitting
watching
wishing
What inspires me:
What inspires me
Is the belief that
I know, always I am the best me.
I am the best me I can be.
I
am just one person.
I
can only do "so much"
or so I thought.
Us
I am just an activist- Martin Luther King Jr.
I am just a girl- Anne Frank
The world
around us wants
to be seen by us.
We have two eyes
to see.
Some cannot
see.
Some will not
see.
I choose to
see them.
A symbol of humor and comforting words,
Of an enormous Lego collection and a well-kept goatee;
Glasses and work boots smelling of earth;
Making truffles on Christmas;
I'll never know, not until
I reach Heaven. I will take these
words from God and keep them in a pocket
next to my heart,
calling them my saving grace:
Do not be afraid.
Drenched and dripping from the downpour
Seeking shelter from the storm
Women whine about ruined hair
Men sigh over soaken suits
Fustrated faces and failed plans
A dreary day drags on
Tiny paws, reaching up so high
Grasping my fingers with tiny claws
Little mewls, screwed-shut eyes
The mother's patience made me pause
Watching her, kind as can be
Nursing her little ones, softly purring
The cheers, the applause, the cries
And I ask them to indulge in this moment
For it will fade
Like a distant memory
My hear shattered
the day I walked
out of your house.
The sixteen months
I spent with you
was gone forever.
My red hands, bitten by the wind
Grip on to my blue Mongoose blue
It's a little too big for me, but I love it anyway
The royal blue shines against the sidewalk
I begin my descent
Dr. Mae Carol Jemison
is who I look up to
An African American Astronaut
there’s only been a few
October 17 was the day of her birth
Freedom of speech is being able to speak against the insecurities of the United States- home of the free.
It's about HIM,
the lover of art who melted the heart.
With him I dived and thrived,
even knowledge and life became bright.
I strived for a bite
of an apple he drew once under the moonlight,
His hair aflow, a wave on golden stream.
He says things that are unbelievable.
He sits without any words, silent dream.
In the quiet we hear all his troubles
To be or not to be
I often struggle with curiosity
It’s the downfall to what I’m supposed to be
I look for confirmation, someone to guide me
the woman on Jackson
and Clark
that sings hymns
to the pigeons
that coo with every psalm.
my neighbor
three doors down
who comes home looking tired
and defeated
This is not just a poem to me.
It's a future letter to my future me.
I wish for them to know..how much so the things they do right now
Really truly matter.
I've always believed,
that we meet everyone for a reason.
Some people are there to build you up,
encouraging words mortar for the soul.
Others are there that will pull you down,
vicious taunts
At night when I'm on my bed thinking
I feel inspired for reasons I sometimes don't understand
But when I really think about it
I get inspired at the thought of happiness
The simple act of reading a book
Lying down in the stone-cold ground Ocean waves crashing violently with memories of them still around Vibrant colors fill the night sky Every night ends with me taking a sigh
The great grand stage is not a threat,
just look at my eyes–they’re laughing!
And my eyebrows are dancing,
and my feet are both poised at a symmetrical degree–
Like a burst of color behind my eyelids
You're bright and bold,
A contrast to the monochrome that swallows me whole.
It makes me glad I met you,
When every moment we spend is brand new.
it comes in the spaces in conversation
the words left unsaid
the achingly precious moments
within my fingertips at the same moment they slip away
As I glance out on the world, I see how much it has to hold.
I know the day has come, or so I have been told.
But did I look back with regret and sorrow?
Pushing things back to tomorrow.
Or did I seize the day?
Sometimes I wonder if I'd still be me if I never went to school.
School, you formed me into such a particular shape I wonder if this was your plans along.
I breathe in the cool air around me
Swaying branches, cooling air
Melancholy feels
An innate feeling from within
It’s quite difficult to describe
Sometimes it strikes when I just begin to sleep
I breathe in the cool air around me
Swaying branches, cooling air
Melancholy feels
An innate feeling from within
It’s quite difficult to describe
Sometimes it strikes when I just begin to sleep
Eyes of shining gold
moves bold
at the begingin of it all
before the fall
Inspiration struck
Get me out of this muck
A child's mind
Inspiration struck
Endless thoughts to bring
There’s this blog
Called Humans of New York
Created by a photographer
Who walks through New York City
Stopping people on the street,
I hear a thumping sound beating out of my chest
Unsure if it’s the music in the distance or an adrenaline rush
Feels like an eternity waiting for my wristband to get scanned
Inspiration comes in many forms,
Some simply from denying norms,
Inspiration comes from many things,
A picture, a book, a song to sing,
The thing about inspiration is it doesn't always come,
Hephaetus, the god of fire and craft
Enemies sought to have him ousted from Olympus
Prodigy of a god who had magnificent wishes
Hell, even ambitious
A god of the future
Even proving many wrong,
Lost to an act so long ago, a kid already but I didn’t know
what it was you that you did and yet although
I was so naïve I could tell how wrong it was to not go
A voice broken and in despair
Now risen from the depths
The depths of a landfill
A landfil of shattered ideas
He is a voice rebuilt
He has become Recreated and empowered
Where are you?
How can I find you?
Why aren't you there when I call you?
You said you're there but why am I lonely?
GOD- *knocks*
I can't sleep at night
My heart is broken
If there was a river
Where I could drown my sorrows fine
If there was mountain
Whose shield would never shine
A mountaintop of treasures
As she protects it all
Standing tall
As Valor
Film class
A documentary, my teacher says
The bear man appears on the screen
He lives with them
The Bears
“Dangerous creatures”
he says into the camera
He loves them
Her name was Blue.
Not for originality, her parents were too clever for that.
It’s rather for the reflection of her eyes,
displaying our earth, our universe, our entangled minds.
Blonde hair, beachside, best smile, bright mind
Strong will, steady life
Something I couldn’t see when you were by my side
Please just a little more time to catch your wise
Girl Scouts is the original feminist movement.
Teaching girls how to
Cook
Potions and concotions to prove to men
That we aren’t less then
As summer dawns, our love is delicate like the sunflowers swaying gently in the breeze
As winter arrives, our love is wholesome – it’s the fire crackling to keep us warm
Every moment in time we spent togetherThe things that we shared and learnedHas touched our lives, our souls forever.A permanent growth that we've earned.
Here I am all grown up
Influenced by your love, your compassion, your intelligence
You are my everything
Good or bad, you will be there
My night and day, the thing I know will stay
My grandmother
An old woman who has lived out her days being generous and kind
My grandmother
Giving her time and life to us
My grandmother
I don’t want to be like you.
I know that hurts for you to hear after all you have done for me
But it whispers across the distance between us whenever I go away
Or when I speak of my goals and my future desires.
First time that I ever read deeply
She took my mind to heights and depths
I had not been able to comprehend
taught me to speak out and develop
strong words and sentences
not just to read into texts
I'm a whisper of the wind
The poetry in motion
The fluid from a pen
That's lights up when I'm flowing
A bubble blowing Ballston Spa poet
A walking paradox
Talking to myself a lot
Poetry says more than a thousand words
It’s capture your heart and soul
Connecting people through words
It tells the story of love, loss
The relationships between family and friends
Sugary and sweet
Heart of determination
Key to prevailing
As reliable as the Earth
But
Its magical like rapunsel
Sure I and bedazzlers
As sarcastic as
Frilly hot fries
This time of year is tough. Thinking of the loss that meant so much.Not a day goes by when she's not there.whether it's a memory, a prayer or a sad shed tear.
SELF-WHY WONT YOU LISTEN TO ME...SELF-CANT YOU STOP WAIT AND SEE....WHO YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU ARE TO ACHIEVE...SELF-WHY KEEP DOUBT ON YOUR MIND....SELF-IF THEY DONT LIKE YOU, YOULL BE JUST FINE...
A size dosen't make you.
Your skin dosen't determine how you'll act.
Just because you're not smiling dosen't always mean your not happy.
What makes you is how you go about thimgs.
Scarlet red
and dandelion yellow,
the two colors of my right brain.
In my temple of youth,
swirling and inspiring,
are the remnants of pain.
Dear Future Me,
You have accomplished what you’ve said
you always wanted to do and become.
You were patient, you learned from others,
I am the fly that's buzzing around your head.
I am the child that grew up and was always mislead.
I am the zombie that wants to come back from the dead.
I am the eyeballs that never shed a single tear.
Dear Graduates,
We are born of the world.
So introspective.
So divine.
Yet we tend to lose ourselves in the struggles
and daily routines,
You're a dope ass individual, and you're
Incredibly fuckng beautiful. Like...
Everytime I see your face one any
Social media platform, I'm jus like damn.
How could God make
All these materials glitter through my name,
This is why I never intended to seek any fame,
A labradorite of meaning always held my glory,
And I never used my connotation to create a story,
Everyone has the feeling of loneliness, at least once in their life,
Which isn't a bad thing, because in life if you're caught up with all,
Can you find yourself?
The forsaken path to sunlight,
To all the girls.
With thick thighs and dreams soaring high,
I love you.
To the girls.
That are too raw, too pure,
To be tarnished by societys choices,
I love you
There she sat, the summer storm
Of light and love, of life ‘twas born
The leaves, they grew, the vines entwined,
The Sun, it smiled, so sweet and kind
Ever since I wore a size 3 in shoes i've always wanted to fly
Like the sprakling BlueJay
Maybe like the sneaky Red Robin
I could learn to stand out more, like a hawk
Open your hands.
Let the self control you hold so close
leave with the stretching of your fingers.
And as your palms lift and quiver in repose
look closely at your empty hands as the universe barely lingers.
I remember those times the things I did for the first time,
It was my Junior year when I first met Yvette,
So it started out small.
At first i felt clueless on what to do,
or how to do it.
Then it came in like an epidemic.
A whole new world was strating to open up for me.
The two of you stand there awaiting the results.
Palms sweating
And legs trembling
As you hear a name that doesn't resemble your own.
You smile and clap while you are slightly disappointed.
On the cusp of my big break
with Patience and Faith
going to strive for excellence and just can't wait
knew long ago that the worlds very big
that no one could conquer
nor make it alone
