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A girl i saw in my dream,
Black long hair she has, like a queen.
The eyes of the girl is black,
Mountain is the place she love.
The girl wants to live, beside the sea
Cold and Alone
A girl,
Little more than a skeleton in this fallen world,
Balls herself up in a corner of this small room,
Freezing,
Girl
youthful, careless
talking, acting, hating, dancing
makeup, school, nature, city
listening, caring, making, loving
witsful, harmless
Woman
Let's blossom without her ShadesPigments, hues are your traitsPetals want to see the trailsDon't forget the autumn's WayShe is just like Magical RaysHave you forgot the summer's blaze
Once upon a time,
there was a little girl
known for her smile,
that lit up the world.
little did they know
how she felt in bed
every night, all alone,
all those tears she shed.
They got her when she was helping her Maa in the field
She was brutalised, gangraped in a manner that was violent, barbaric and ghastly
They broke her neck, did they stop; no! broke her backbone too
The lights in her heart getting darker, you know?
An embodiment of grief from head to toe
The sparkles in eyes vanished & heart sank
The colourful soul is turning to be blank
Something bad happened in 1990 on the 28th of May.It turned out not to be such a great Memorial Day.I saw a very beautiful girl who looked like she was sixteen or seventeen.
You know that train I was talking about?
I think it took a wrong turn
Cuz now i just feel misplaced
Like i don’t belong here
If i jumped on a train
Where would it take me?
How far would I ride it?
Would I be free?
A passenger on its many painted boxcars
A pretty girl in the brightest of dresses,
She smiles bright and laughs loudly,
she hides in fright and cries quietly.
she met him first here, and he made her smile.
A pretty girl in the brightest of dresses,
She smiles bright and laughs loudly,
she hides in fright and cries quietly.
she met him first here, and he made her smile.
girl to woman, where does it begin?
how can we know which phase we are in?
in a woman, wisdom, in a girl, curiosity.
but in both, strength is a shared quality.
i find in myself in each new moment,
A small brown girl sits in the middle of a poorly kept lawn, the weeds sprouting all around her.
The oak tree is shaking in the wind, and the leaves are falling.
From blacking out on tipsy nights,
To never feeling quite alright.
It took some time to actually realize,
What's been happening before my eyes.
Why am I sleeping in every night?
Poor ugly little girl
burn your lips with perfume
you mistaked as lipgloss
Poor naive little girl
just because he said
how beautiful you were
you have him the key
to your now
broken
These Days I See So MUCH IGNORANCE ... !!!
From People On The Street ...
To Those Who CLAIM To Be The BEST of Friends ... !!!!!
And Those Who've Made Your ... " Acquaintance " ...
"Nice to meet you !"
Such wonder and bliss it is to see young love bud and to strive from that first kiss.
Where one plus one equate to anon and from this where all future hopes are shone.
You say you see something pretty in me
Like nothing you have ever seen before
Maybe it's the fact I see myself all the time. But
I see nothing at all when I look at me.
Soy un viento Fuerte pero suave, fluyendo a través de la vida Callado como un susurro Soy el sol Radiante pero a veces apagado, desanimado de la vida Roto como una luz titilante Soy un árbol Alto pero inseguro, temblando con el caos de la v
Girl to Woman
I am just a girl.
12 years and 8 months old when my mother decided to leave.
I am just a girl.
Just east of here lay
A girl of late adolescence
In a field of paper flowers
Raindrops cascade here and there
A pretty young lady
walks swiftly across the grass and flowers.
A pretty girl can dance
like the wind.
Like the sky.
Like the earth orbits itself.
However,
she was kidnapped
Is it wrong that I hide,
My true feelings and thoughts inside?
I've never been one to tell my life
or the stories that are behind...
the person that I am today
Comin' up in this confusing world
You're not sure if you're a boy or a girl
You told me not to tell your parents
But could your haircut make it any more apparent?
Somebody help me get through this
Girls
Acrylic nails and blond highlights
Always smile
Don't be difficult
Sexy but not slutty
Be a girl
Do it right
I'm a fuck up
I don't have highlights or acrylics
like clockwork
it struck when i was sixteen
i thought i would be safe
no one should have what i have
down there
find the common denominator
one second plus two seconds
Her lips were red like she had been drinking all the poisonousness of this world or the blood of dead roses.
Her eyes had a color of regret maybe because she had been thinking and wondering the deepest rooms of her soul,
Hey you. Yeah, I mean you. Mind if I rant to you a bit? I know it’s weird of me to ask this,but I need to rant to anyone at this point.
Alright, enough with this nice girl bullshit
It took too long to understand that an open hand can't hold shit
'Cause the more you give, the more they want
Euphoria,
the feeling a bee feels
when it finds a daisy.
the feeling a dog has,
when it finds a bone
a bird, a seed.
a lion, a zebra
me, you.
I loved a boy,
who loved himself.
With my arms right around his body,
i felt cold.
He kept me at a distance, I complied. Lovestruck.
I only wished for love in return,
Her life becomes a mess of
Red lipstick defenses
Red lipstick state of mind
Look but don't see
Look but don't touch
Cunning, yet sweet, deceitful, but kind
Please don't hurt her glass mind
Cold to the touch and clear to understand
She hopes no one sees the cuts she has
The ones she makes with her very own hands
She was like the wheel- mind always turning with a strong grip on reality.
Eager to reinvent herself.
At the early hour
Hearts are still
Echos are devoured
The air is chill
This campus is not hers
She's not the right kind
But she just wants
To get to class on time
Yes, the color of my skin is a few shades lighter than the typical "black girl"
No, I do not consider myself 'lightskin'
Contrary to what half of the population believes the color of my skin is not an explination for my behavior
like the sun
and all the stars
she was bright - -
as lovely as the flowers
as beautiful as the - -
more radiant than all
as joyful and hopeful
as a wishing star
always the smartest
The boy was corrupting her like a leech stuck to her skin
But she didn’t know any better so she stuck by him
She started changing slowly, didn’t even notice
I have late night conversations with the moon
She tells me about the sun
And I tell her about you
What we used to do underneath her other half
And during her time when we went our different paths
SHE WANTED THE WORLD IN HER HANDS
TO RULE THE LAND AND SEA
SHE WANTED THE WIND IN HER HAIR
AS SHE SPED IN HER BENZ
SHE ALMOST HAD IT ALL
BUT THEN SHE MET HIM
SHE FELL FOR HIM
Boy meets
boy
Girl meets
girl
boy kisses
boy
Girl kisses
girl
Girl gets
shunned
Boy gets
praised
Scars
Naeha Inapanuri
The scars that trail up my arm
Forged in the fires of my stupidity
No longer burn
No longer hurt
Merely a memory from the past
We are hurt,
But now we are stronger
We were weak,
But now we have power
There is nothing that can break us
There is nothing stopping us
In a suppressed culture,
i know you're just a girl but still i feel like you put me through the wringer, twisted up my body till i was nothing but wet eyes.
to the boy I once loved,
sometimes i think that even the pain of dying
isn't as unbearable
as the feeling of your heart shattering
into a million pieces
i'd rather experience the sensation
I still remember, Nora, the first time you stood
In front of me, trying to figure out the little tufts
Of hair on your brow,
On your arm,
On your leg,
On your pit,
On your head,
On your lip.
I know you're hurt. I know you're broken. I know that you thought the last time that this happened was truly going to be the last time. I want to start off by saying that it's okay. It is okay to not be okay.
Dear Lily, Oh Lily, if only I knew, you gave me no clueHow you felt every day and nightOh how you lived without the lightevery morning, cutting yourself too deepevery night, crying yourself to sleepyou seemed so happy just yesterdaywho knew you fe
someday a boy will break your heart in two
consider this a forewarning to you
his eyes
brilliant baby blue
will consume you entirely
Dear Jackson,
Picture this, soft.
thin arms
dainty wrists
baby pink
a soft pink, the kind that glows on the skin, and grows in the cheeks.
to You--
if You look out onto that manhattan skyline
and You imagined that You
You were God,
gliding
to You--
if You look out onto that manhattan skyline
and You imagined that You
You were God,
gliding
I shall chase the sunand catch the starsride the moon however farclimb the peaksand swim the oceansnorth to southmy heart opensThe stars your necklacethe planets your rings
Dear... Whatever Her Name Ends Up Being,
I know you love National Parks.
You love at least one sport, deeply.
You love breakfast food.
You love your job.
You love dogs or cats.
Lonely girl, why so blue? Breathe out, breathe in,Lonely girl without a clueTrial an error, alone she will goClose your eyes dearJust go with the flow
to the girl i pushed away,
you and i could’ve been cosmic sky beams
we could’ve been one another’s worlds and more
Little girl, now don't be sad,
I understand your pain,
How you feel there's no way out,
That you have gone insane.
You know how in college being rejected is emotionally easier than being waitlisted. Being waitlisted toys with your heart— you were good, but just not good enough. Wait and see if you finally make the final cut.
Stars speak of what they see
Countless nights I spend surmising you and me
The moon shines bright above the horizon
Exaggerating the intense feeling, never to be gone
Even in the darkest nights
last october
english class
our gaze meets
you smile and turn away
this moment, haunting my thoughts for days on end
I twist everything I've heard you say
making myself believe you like me
And then I see you
500 dollar dress
Hanging like the ghost of a girl who could have been
Still shining in the darkness of my closet
With your emerald pleats and sweetheart neckline
She's always surounded by people,
but she's always lonely.
She never runs out of energy,
but she's always tired.
She's always trying her best,
but sometimes her best isn't enough.
I wish someday she'll notice me.
I wish my crush would like me;
(If not love me)
But I doubt
They would ever feel the same about me.
If she had to choose
Within the crowd:
To be picked;
Love is a very powerful word,
But today we toss it around carelessly because the lines are blurred,
Don’t tell me you love me when you don’t even know my middle name,
Orange frosting
on a vanilla cupcake
with girly eyes
and scary looking things around her.
She is the most wicked on land.
But inside her heart
knows she is not mad
at everyone and everything.
She doesn't know.
She's completely clueless.
If she reaches that low,
She'll say, "screw this."
What phrase can I say though?
I can't tell her my view.
She'll throw a fit.
That is my cue.
The Sweet and Dashing LassBy Briley Wells
It seems the ever astounding and perplexing pen has called me yet again to expel it's ink onto paper for the sole purpose of bringing a smile to your face.
Dear Beautiful,
You.
Yes, you.
You are loved.
You are perfect.
You are beautiful.
In our society
People are so quick to judge
Based on what's seen on the outside
they never saw the real me
the one i hid away in my closet
buried with the things i hid from society
tied her up and taped over her mouth so no one would hear her scream
i remember being happy
It's 1:36 am
And my mind is fixed
On the memory
Of how your body
Latched itself onto mine
And how your words
Made their sweet way
Into the thoughts
That were once plagued
I can feel that it's going to rain
Yet I don't reach for an umbrella
It's the calm before the storm that I really love
Yet our storm has already happened
And now it's the after affects that haunt me
i gave you a chance
and you took it
you made me feel beautiful
and wanted
for the first time in a long time
i craved your attention
i caught myself in a trap i had been in before
New to my home town, left at eight months
but now returned after many years
love surrounding and mingling with my many peers
while others drink beers I drink water, juice, soda
I look myself in the mirror and I see a "tall lonely depressed girl."
Well, not really.
My friends see that.
They don't see all of the struggles that I go through.
You said goodbye.
I said wait why?
When i needed you the most
That's when you bounce the most.
All I ever wanted was to talk.
All you ever wanted was to walk.
Walk in front of me.
Walk behind me.
i like to dress for an imaginary girl(we will meet each other soon) by putting ona silk tie with subtle Chinese birdssewn in.she may be picturing me in her mirroras she applies exactly the necessary line
At the end of all things.
There is a grand scheme.
No body gets to be happy.
If you are, you bought the lie.
Take your poison, choose the flavor.
Each shot will kill you none the less.
lyrically
let her try to emasculate gold
dare him to evoke it
watch as they burn at the edges
becoming glass figurines—hollow to hold the sunlight
dance among the menagerie of light
Oh say can you see
America I breathe
Powerful and free
Stop trying to bring us down
The best in the world
But I am only a girl
Am I allowed to dream?
Land of the free? More like land of the fee.
Changes need to hapen before we all flee.
America is not the same because we are not glee.
Men are not equal.
Power and money makes mankind evil.
The night is clearas the day draws near.Lost and alone on this unsettled ship.Up in the sky I see a lonely star;oh how it seems to guide me afar.I gaze to the star one of millions;
The sweet chords of a song ring out
Their sounds are entwined in an intricate dance
The girl's body relaxes with an exhale
Her eyes open wide, completely entranced
Blood is redAnd tears are blueMixed, deep in her heartLies a purple bruiseI've spent way too longThinking of youSo much, that it's started to vanish
Twinkle twinkle little starYou always put me in a tranceSo beautiful and brightYou were my good ol' pastScience, knowledge, rocket scarsWhich I was never thankful forBecause now after they came
I am not your "perfect-type" of girl,I don’t have that hot body,To which most men slaver for,I’m sorry, not! That’s just not me.
Temples, chapels, shrines and mosques All homes of Almighty Gods Whoever the hell has more might She prays to, for a life of love.She's tired of demons and the ghosts That possess her heart and soul
The Girl Who Was Also a Map
It was winter when I first met her
I did not quite realize what she was
Because of the cold, she was covered and concealed.
Roses are red ,
Violets are blue
If you were my girlfriend then I'll do anything to stay with you.
When a girl cuts
her pink ribbons off
her hair
she is given
the chance of freedom,
adulthood, and the chance
to save her innocent soul
it is her choice to
The lifeless walls
Of the
Rising elevator carrying
Nothing
Save for a
Pair
Of nervous
Smiles
Do not fall in love with me.
For I will show you movies,
Read you books,
And sway with you to music.
I will poison your favorite places to escape.
And when you decide enough is enough.
A girl once contemplatedWhat it means to be loved,What it means to be valued,What it means–to be a girl
It feels like I’ve never been alone before.
Obviously I have, but that was so many years ago.
I grew comfortable, you were a huge part of my life.
Although, you were the part of my life that held me back.
At the start,
She was kind, beautiful, free.
She was individual, unique
Better than she’d ever been.
Then, near the middle,
And more towards the end
Her self image began to bend
And bend
I am am a warrior who never stops fighting I am a proud Mexican female who is not afraid to show her roots I am courageous and piercing despite my accent
There is a girl
she doesn't like to bother people
even though she does not
There is a girl
she stands quietly
she has thoughts
She has entered some where new
She can speak
Who am I?
Who are you?
What are we?
I love you
and you love me
but we are both trapped in our imminent dreams.
As different as we are
our dreams are one in the same.
A little girl once did not care if
She was annoying the other girls and boys
Now this girl is too careful
Not to stare the wrong way
A little girl once smiled alll the time
The overwhelming exhale as I awake from a nightmare, those endless encounters with the fear of isolation, only drives me to become a more compelling individual who's mind is yet to be freed from torment and confusion. 'Expect the unexpected' the c
With eyes like thunder,
The girl raged like the sky and
Spewed lighting as if it were words.
With mirroring fury,
The ocean thrashed and beat the cliffs
As the girl swept away her room and
She Shone Poem Tear blinded eyes Get fried by the dying sun It screams at her to run And to turn the left at the crossroads Because right isn't always right Light beams through the trees as she runs down the left path She hath see
Twenty Sixteen
sucked.
I complain with my friends
"wow this year sucks"
Because it's the year I realized
we're all small
and so out of luck
Deaths and chaos
For once, I have never felt so desperate
judging myself for what I am destined to be.
Most don't find themselves until
it is no longer expected from them.
I am afraid to wait too long.
Como Pasa El Tiempo, I used to hear my mom say.
Still so young, I nodded my head in agreement.
It means: How Time Goes By..slipping out of our hands day by day..
They say as you get older, you start to understand
The awkward, quiet, concentrated air fills the morning
As the birds try to sing but only sound like sandpaper to my ringing ears
I sluggishly move the plush covers on top of me to the side
The struggle to wake up and take that first blink in the morning
Unable to get up your tossing and turning
Finally the smell of breakfast grabs your attention
I am just a girl.
Unaware and overdressed.
Spent too long looking in the mirror
You weren’t there I guess
An endless summertime bliss at a tall, tan, inviting home on the beach,
The waves of summer roll in and slowly leave an impression in the white sand,
A girl, seventeen and beautiful, filled with freckles
She used to be beautiful.
I remember everything
Her lips
Her hair
Her eyes
Her scars.
It was supposed to be perfect.
Those slender legs now stand in my doorway.
“You and She are Her”
She’s got her feet on the ground, but hear heads in the sky
Her heart so dope, and her soul is so fly
i dont call it poetry, i call it
letting go
melting onto paper like wax,
the words heal me in a way that the body can't.
when was the last time i ached with pain?
when was the last time i felt more than what
My Vigilant Saviour, Poetry.
A young child of 10 discovered people never understood; when she spoke yet with her hands...her writing ,she communicated volumes.
I've never turned down a dare.
They call me fearless,
I don't tell them I cry most nights because of the unknown.
I do what I want when I want.
They call me bold,
Because the things she loved most Had been taken away From her,She learned To have compassion For those who were afraid Of losing theirs.
He used to walk under nothing but a raincloud,
Until she came,
Held his hand,
And showed him the sun.
Some nights, I sip on my coffee
And scribble down words
With my ink-stained hands
Those are the nights
When I do not need the water
To feel like drowning
Because those are the nights
Ah, how misleading.
A beautiful creature with an icey grace.
Soft glances and a sickly sweet smile,
Beguiling words and cursed happiness.
Whatever created this shadow?
I'm going to tell you a story. It's about a girl who thought she was extraordinary.
plesant as a peach
baby from the beach
not a lot on her mind, just pockets full of lost dimes
little red rocket crusing down the street
the sun and its heat, keep making her scabs sting
sweaty and petty
They say that being in your family's embrace is one of the best feelings in the world.
Well... what if you're adopted?
Adopted...
Adopted... Why was *I* adopted?
Jasey Rae
My fingers have been scribbling the fine lead on my paper
Back and forth back and forth
In efforts to try and mold out the exact words from my brain
I wonder if she still sees me
as I do
As the girl in the rain
Crying silently
Tears scarring the earth
in small rivers
There are times when I think she does
And my heart breaks
Girl
How are you tonight?
A shield made of dark brown hair
You tremble, turning away
Are you cold?
Girl
You've stopped talking
The light from your eyes has faded
3.30.16
He stole my golden halo and clipped
my white feathered wings.
Perhaps he's merely a lost boy who
needed them more than me.
He claimed I was part devil who
A small, meek girl with brown eyes and braids
Expressing her creativity through words on a page
Teachers commented, "quite ambitious for the second grade"
She simply released frustations with writing rather than rage
It started with me falling in love
No not like that
I didn’t fall in love with a boy, or girl, a moment in time
But I fell in love with words
At the tender age of three
girl is sensual,girl likes sitting on a washing machinewith her mascara mouth openchanting something she learned in a pop song.
fearful of my eyes, my mind, my lips spitting out someone else's secrets at any given second i could explode and everything within me the restrictions of tongue.
When I was 7 years old
My mind was consumed
With visions of angels
The soft glow of the sun
The splashing of water
A girl,
Just a girl
Lives with a broken:
Smile, Heart, Life.
Waiting for a chance,
Just a chance
To prove who she really is.
Tired of tears on her pilliows,
To the boy who loves her next,
Please know that she’s really fragile.
She’s far too sensitive,
but that gives you a reason to hold her
and tell her everything is gonna be okay
They called her a kid,
One that would make an impact in people’s lives,
Give girls an image to strive for,
And that’s exactly what she did.
I'm the kind of girl
that takes her time in figuring out what I want.
I make sure it's what I really want.
But sometimes by the time I figure it out
it's too late.
Surrounded by quiet chaos
Walking pass people, unseen
A reflection appears before me
Thick and thin at the same time
Not short nor tall
The hair, it seems, cascades down as rushing waves
I look out of plane view
At a mountain range anew
They are so beautiful
That words are to dull
To describe the pull
That they have on my soul
You are my fix, my remedy
Your scent fills my lungs and makes my heart beat faster with excitement
The thrill of feeling your texture between my fingertips, sometimes rough,
sometimes smooth
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" A question frequently asked by many. Growing up I've had everything a young child could ask for. I had a stable home, a mom, a dad, and endless amounts of toys.
Put the food down,
Girls look better thin.
Don't frown,
Smiles always win.
Don't cry,
People will think you're insane.
Look away from football,
Let boys enjoy their game.
She is a girl.Living off the sustenance of guys' attentions.She is hurling aroundat a million miles an hour.Out of control.But she needs it,you see.If she slows or stops,she might remember
Im that little girl who dreams of being a women
the one who wants to be a princess
who wants to be a singer
How can I understand what you say behind the lines of those silent words of exclamations?
How can I understand what you are trying to say when I cannot hear your voice, ...you don't pick my calls...because you were busy.
It was 8th grade when I first met you.
I was alone.
Cuts on your arms and demons in my head.
Our worlds collided
And somehow, us two, who were destined to self-destruct, were saved.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.
Why was I looking at him again?
I have to tell myself to stop,
But nothing was working.
The quiet girl in the back of the class
looking through the glass.
No one knows much about who she is
they only know of the silence she gives.
She tugs at her sleeves
hiding her cold, white hands.
With trembling lips,
she breathes.
Her soul compresses,
lungs collapse,
heart implodes.
Beautiful boys,
ugly scars,
“Naughty Girl!
DO You know?
Where the wicked go?
After Death?”
Asked A Sadist
TO A Small Girl
“They GO
TO Hell”
The Girl replied
“What Must
You DO?
SAD
IT Will BE
For A Father
TO Feel
For the
Death
OF
HIS Daughter
Who was HIS
“Precious Pearl”
IT would have
Been A very
E! was I Green
Someone painted me in Red
I lost my naturalness
Giving rise to artifice
I was posted
On a manmade web
Alterations had I gone threw
This girl was crazy
But she looked like a mountain daisy.
Her brown curly hair
Made her blue eyes be stared.
She was the clown of the group
So she was kept in the loop
I came from a place, not too far away,
I grew up, always having, wanting, something to say
I can't say what I think, I'm deprived of what I need,
I needed love, was it so hard to see?
I am magnetic. I am not just Rachel. Putting my faith in a power greater than anyone. Having courage and being kind. Giving rather than receiving. I am magnetic. Writing songs about my life experiences.
As the cool wind blew briskly through the barren forest a single head of fire bounced down t
I remember when you walked into the room
Your eyes touched mine, then flicked away without a second glance
Honestly i didn't know anything could be so good
Then you spoke and my world crashed and scattered
She was a brick wall.
No one could get through to her
She had the personality of a lioness.
Anyone who dared to tempt her, she would devour.
She saw no one as competition
I Am Two Faced.
I wish nothing more than for the people around me to get along.
I wish even more for my friends to be without any drama.
But that will never happen.
The first summer that I saw blood when I went to the bathroom was the first summer a boy slid his hand down my shirt, the first summer I learned my body did not belong to me, that I was either going to be powerful or property. I learned quickly
Words out of her mouth will melt your heart.
Her voice is a choir, a symphony of beauty.
Those eyes are pure gold.
See that Girl, over there?
Her witty words, and messed up hair.
that Girl is a diamond, brighter than the sun
Her heart is pure, and loves everyone one
that Girl's mind, creative, never dull
Hypothetically, if I told you I loved you would we still be friends?
If I promised to keep a promise but didn't would our friendship depend?
I'm speaking hypothetical and never intend to hurt you.
Mariah
Sure, that's me.
That is my name.
The first thing people see.
But when they let themselves in,
And pass through the door,
When they find themselves inside,
But not finding what for,
first time i saw you was at the airporti took one look at you and i was lost in thoughtyour beautiful flowing hair, to your lovely brown eyesand a sweet sensual voice that no man can d
little girl playing in rain puddles
herding fussy ducklings under rainy sky
raincoat swish-swish
wellies squeak and slurp
hungry beasts
gold hair, bright eyes
clueless and naive.
I am a good old-fashioned girl.
I knit, bake, sew, and crochet.
My habits may seem backwards,
But life is much simpler that way.
I am
Modern.
I take
Pride
In the way
She said I was a good girl,
I played by the rules.
I listened to orders,
And I did well in school.
I was always the good girl,
Quiet and polite.
Never saying a word,
When I look in the mirror I don’t see the same little girl that ran around my mother’s busy office
To the worrisome little girl I was:
Things will fall into place.It’ll take time.Tears will be cried.But things will fit together again,Even if they’re all broken now.
I type words and write letters
I listen to sad songs and sing along
I thought by now that I'd be better
I know now that I was wrong
Don't say you're over me when you're not
She catches my eye as she passes by
My mind begins to think
"Who is that girl I must know.
I'm not gonna say I don't miss you cause I do
I'm not gonna say I don't love you cause that'll be a lie too
What I will say is that everyday with you was like a dream come true
I can't tell you something that's not true
Pounding the pavement-
Just breathe.
Rounding the corner, and drowning in
water-
Just breathe.
Sprinting the last steps while blurring my
The flowers were around me
Like pink tissue paper
Guarding a presant
From eager eyes.
But this presant wasn't nail polish,
Lip gloss or barbie dolls,
It wasn't mudpies,
Or beebee guns for guys.
I've been searching for hours,
to find a reason why.
It's 2 A.M.
and I'm running circles in my mind.
I whisper prayers
that go unheard.
I wonder when
my thoughts will turn.
To happy days
I'm a china, glass doll girl, people think I'll break.
Problem is they don't know how much I've already had to take.
And putting me on a shelf was never my idea of fun.
The moment I mention his name,
Like the silence of the dreams they haven't yet killed,
The room becomes quiet and still.
Their words like whips
"CRACKS!" start to fill the room
Slicing gashes on my heart.
Don't be fooled by my appearance
I am anything but small
With a will as strong as steel and diamonds
Nothing can break me
I hold my head up and do as I want
Morals are my foundation in this world
I remember
The middle of November
Back in seventh grade
In biology
We were taught to see
I Could talk for hours on end.
Sometimes about the little thing and maybe even random things.
They say that I am not the typical black girl because,
well only because I "talk white".
see let me cut to the chase
about the crazy things that humans say
first in foremost it is actually speak
She sings a song so soft and sweet
But it's filled with such sadness
It makes you want to cry
This song lets you feel her pain
And you want to scream
How can this be fair you wonder
Pick this up
Pick that up
Shut your mouth
Women should be seen
Not heard.
Make me tea
Make me breakfast
Make me tea
Make me lunch
Make me tea
Make me dinner
I slowley sink
Into the darkness
Of my mind
The demons know me
They call me by name
But they don't care for me
For who could love
A depressed girl?
Accorfing to my makers, my mom and my dad,
I am a blessing,most beautifully made
They asked God for me and their dream came true.
A little girl that was all they wanted.
Slumber. Crema. Ludwig. Aden. Perputa. Amaro. Mayfair. Rise. Hudson. Valencia. X-Pro ll. Sierra. Willow. Lo-Fi. Earlybird. Brannan. Inkwell. Hefe. Nashville
Cut offs instead of skirts,
t-shirt instead of sweaters,
earbuds instead of earrings,
is what makes my life a lot better.
Didn't fake a smile as a kid,
Who wants to be like me?
They say I am not popular
They say I am far from perfect
Without the makeup
Without the filters
I am me
And on the inside
I know that I am perfect
Me?
Oh, I,
I am the girl,
the girl with the curly brown hair,
with straightened bangs,
bangs that have grown too long—
long enough to hide my eyes from the world
You would think I would be smart enough to stop ,
smart enough to stop putting myself in the same shit that I say I won't ,
Smart enough that I would realize that I'm the one hurting , not them .
I must be real dumb .
As a girl, im supposed to play with barbies, not with hot wheels or a toy truck.
as a girl, im supposed to have dolls, and pick flowers, for "he loves me" luck.
As a chick, im supposed to wear dresses, skirts, and make up too.
A line of coal across the lid
A swipe of black added to the lash
Loose curls cascading down
Don't look in the mirror they said
Conceited
There’s a stigma within the black community
That if you’re educated, you’re acting “white”.
No longer are you associated with the “ghetto”
Or should I say your kind,
If you have your pants above your waist
Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, who is she
Is that me? I wish it wouldn't be
That hand, that hair, that voice, that name
That - that what happened I was caught
In the static electricity of my mind
When we first met I was nothing but an empty landscape.
You made me laugh so deeply that I cried,
and the tears watered a lost garden in my body.
Woman Wrapped in Self-Confidence
I am a woman wrapped in self-confidence
A crown of wisdom placed upon my brow
A heart of wonder laced with tenderness
Tall I stand against all resistance.
Behind the filter I am Sylvia.
Behind the likes and "thumbs up" I am Lucy.
Before the mascara I am a daughter.
Named by my free spirited parents'
Name sake of shimmering light in the forest.
Feeling like a princess,
Undistinguished by the makeup
I’m the same though,
Same smile,
Same naïve personality
You are there,
Looking like a young Johnny Depp
With a tux
Porcelain
Where are you? What are you doing?
This is not right! Unacceptable!
Is this what you pictured?
I am merely an average girl with a passion for fashion,
Photography is life,
And so are filters.
Realistically, I am a simple girl without filters,
Or maybe, a beauty-queen who needs a little edit.
There's a girl in my English classwho always looks out the windowand sketches little people on the side of her spiral notebook.
I am not oh-so-beautiful
I am no princess in truth
I haven't a drop of royal blood
Nor silver save my filled tooth
Perhaps one may overlook me
Give me not a chance
She was a beautiful gleam of light –that
last bit of gleaming sunset that strikes
through the sky like the chiming ring of
a spoon on fine crystal. She was a lone
dandelion seed floating on the breeze,
This bag of bones never fits right
This skin they're in too big, too tight
And the slick acid of anxiety barks and bites
And the shape of my face never quite nice
But I love myself anyway
yes, the confusion is real
I try to figure you out
but it's like I'm mentally ill
especially that chemistry
it's just like begging to spill
'cause baby you know you got it
with like far more appeal
At night, I wait for her to come,
My rays glistening silver on the pool below.
The forest is quite and still;
The stars wheel and dance around me.
At night, I come to the pool in the forest;
Prude. Censuring. Perfect little girl.
Am I a prude when I dislike foul words?
And promiscuity is not something I adore:
But how can I be perfect if you claim that I’m a churl?
The flash-
The filter-
It's how I hide.
The picture that everyone sees isn't me though
It's just a reflection of this person
That yes looks practically like me
She watched the shampoo run down the drain in rivulets of strawberry blood.
She stood and thought and tried not to think of the things that are and the thing that was.
Deep within myself,
Lies a being who'll never change.
She'll smile when she's happy,
She'll always act her age.
She knows exactly who she is,
Though may others don't.
You think he is cute, he dresses nice, a little player, but he is into you. "I can make him change", thinks the girl that is still in her teens. You fail to realize that he is young too.
Over and over they raped her
Made her feel as if she wasn't there
Touched her innocent body
Optimistic. Kind. Successful.
It's what I should be.
It's what I will be.
Needs for love grow daily in the grey eyes of beloved friends.
Be happy. Be loving. Be an example.
Ignore the girl hiding behind the maskshe whispers to me at night"what have you done?""you're so stupid""why would anyone want to care about you?"her whispers raise in volume and venom
Flawless Dancer
The lights brighten and the curtain rises.
I stand motionless...
Shaking.
Some people hide behind a curtain,
But I wear a mask.
My mask needed no purchase,
It came with my costume of skin,
and can not be recieved via pay pal nor cash.
I wear this mask every day
I screamed but only piercing silence was heard thus I took my seemingly rightful place as the invisible nerd.
The way my hair falls on my shoulder,
the mole on my right leg,
and my hairy knuckles just make me flawless.
The scars on my feet,
the way my stomache folds,
and my bushy eyebrows make me flawless.
Welcome to my High School
Where teachers and students mingle
Where the confused kid gets all the love he can
Where friends are everywhere
Oh look over there
That girl just got all those kisses from those guys
smile
brightens my day and his day even your day look in the mirror my way everyday a smile wow a smile talk with a smile walk with a smile oh, and don't forget smile
I hear all the worlds probe my scars
they cant seem to get passed the "bars"
they can't see the happy parts
Every morning she stood in front of the mirror and was ashamed of what she saw
She hated the kinks in her hair
the sea faring bridges of her nose
the fullness of her crimson lips
So she sought refuge in makeup
Emblazoned within the wet works of my brain,
A time remembered as happiness so true—
There rests a memory, mellifluous too,
As the bees buzz with the sun’s rays and warm rain.
Sweet flower, oh so delicate
Awaiting to bloom, within the first week of November
To have something to give thanks for
The beautiful flower that is to come
Shattered glass isn’t always what it seems, it chips and cracks
It was once one full piece, nothing could ripped away
I see storms of furry waves of the crashing sea
When I used to look in the mirror, I would see
A girl who struggled, but yet was sometimes pretty.
I struggled with my relationship with my family.
Although they clothed, fed, housed, and spoiled me,
Tears begin in her dead green eyes
which fall and shatter like glass.
Her heart had frozen long ago.
On her face,
She wears a mask.
To them She smiles; I see Her frown.
Wherever I am,
As long as I’m out,
Over the blue waters I go
To catch some trout.
But never after a full moon.
That’s when they have their feasts.
With the moonlight shining over the water,
I have a little sister. She's 4'10 and has dirty blonde hair that goes past her ears
She has blue eyes that look stormy grey a lot of times.
This is my facade
My mask, my security
My assuracnce of no judgement
I walk around, unhappy
Not okay with who I really am
I pretend to like guys, and only guys
you can act like you're my friend
but we both remember the end
let's stop pretending it's alright
I am a stranger
in my own life
I don't understand my friends
nor do they understand me
they may think they do
they may think that
my laugh is genuine
they may think that
Ahh I can smell that smell from a mile away.
It's that smell of another women's perfume when he's late.
He tries to cover it up with one of those old cigars ,but that never really gets him too far.
Sweet, crisp, golden hay
Shining, freshly groomed coat
Tired but content Renee
Missy begins to dote
Soft, whiskery muzzle
Warm, sweet, breath
Giggles when Missy gives a nuzzle
Long hair and makeup
Pink, sparkles, and perfume
Just a girl
Hiding
Behind what's right
Dresses and heels
Necklaces, flowers, and purses
What I really
Want
I stroll down the streets of my town, through the hallways of my school, through the rooms of my house,
And what do people see?
Deep darkness held onto the fragile
heart
she carried within her chest-
unspent tears in her eyes
a mind that would never stop
but a brain that had died.
The slow beating of a broken soul
She died of a broken heart
falling asleep with the
sound of Love Love Love
in her ears.
She had no emotions left to give
She was done.
She was done-done-done, girl.
She was done.
There was once a girl
who had given so much
of her heart away
that one day,
after giving her last piece,
she fell asleep listening to
Bon Iver,
and doed of a broken and
missing heart.
A young beautiful girl,Had a big heart and bright future,Set her priorities and goals straight,But fell in love with a mister,Told her there was much in store for her.She was naive and eager to see,
I have no inspiration,
I don't have anything to write about.
Maybe it will come to me as I'm writing.
Maybe it wont.
Everyone wears a mask.
It's as if we're all at a ball.
Who are you really?
I may never know.
She walks the halls with her arms wrapped around her books that are strapped to her chest.
Everyone makes fun of the way she is but her posture tells a story few will ever know.
As the clouds move
As the water flows
Where the air travels
Is where my problems should go
Live a stress free life
Living with no regret or worry
Living life freely
Fixing problems with sorry
I refuse to really be, the girl that laid in the hospital bed,
She was so helpless.
She was so lonely.
She was praying not to die at seventeen,
She was so brave.
Because the hospital beds were home back then
Build me a home to hide in
To grow, to live and to die in
I’ve made my bed for me to lie in
Made of sewn cotton and pine
Couldn’t I just stay in limbo here?
The hands on the clock would disappear
The walls she built
she thought it'd save
the way she hides
the creatures from outside
The noise she makes
bounce off the walls
and don't go through
like usually
Captivated I feelwith a whirlwind of nothingambitious to leavebut can't
A girl with a dreambut just dreamin' it seemsnothing farther than that
She looks at the moon
She starts to sing a tune
a dream she had this afternoon
In the desert she would roam
Looking for a place called Home
Were that is she doesn't know
The same brain, body and gender.
Having a light make-up,
We go out.
Wearing pink dresses and high-heels.
As usual...
sometimes, I like to walk out side
and let my mind become heavy with pictures of this never ending setting.
things get a little foggy, when I can't seem to absorb
that one day
this won't exsit any more.
Woke Up with my legs open
and my mind crossed.
"Boys sure do like me"
"boys like me"
"like me"
"me"
Boys like to suck me dry.
my being, my spirit, my soul;
I heard you speak now I want to hear you more
I heard you laugh now I want to make you laugh more
I saw your smile now I want to make you smile more
I saw your eyes now I want to gaze at them more
What have I done? The person I loved…cold, limp, and lifeless…is before me. The person I loved is calling out for help… no one can hear… I took no action. I watched the person I loved… die before my eyes. I look at my arms… splattered with bl
I often dream of myself floating from space, looking down upon the planet and watching its peacefulness. And from up above, if my voice could somehow reach every human being, I would say, "Stop trying to dominate nature."
She was 15 when she left for good.
A one up for the death toll in the hood.
Mother tried to warn her that he was no good.
A fleeting moment became the end for her.
I write to the Little Girl in the Future.
In case you have forgotten...
In case you have forgotten the beauty of the swirling passions of the primitive past
Driving these six wheels,
Strumming this six string.
Sitting on a back road,
Sipping that cold drink.
-
If you do it right,
We're gonna have a good time.
So crank up the music,
Pampered kisses, the urgency to feel the lay out of their skin
Drunk to begin, sober at the end
Darling, light that cigarette
Let the ashes fall
With them your dreams
Cause tomorrow when you wake up
You'll realize we never met
Standing on that boardwalk
In the dark of night
A troubled teen,
she wonders the streets,
a paint can in her hand.
She wants someone to notice her.
She wants someone to value her,
so she will receive her value from afar.
Cybil pushed through the parlour egress
She did not like to think what lay beyond the recess
For her imagination raged and galloped
And thought up all manner of horrible things
I could see the universe
in your eyes, leaping through
my body, dripping from
my bones.
Your breath took
mine away. As we got lost
together in our infinite lust,
The sound of shoes scuffing the floor
echoed throughout the hallway.
A black hood encases her face,
hiding her from the world.
She keeps her head down,
Heart broken by many
Body used by all them
All that I can remember is that they loved me for my face and body
They didn't care for who I was but only just as a prize
When I see you I can only image what it would be like to hold your hand to kiss you to hold you to carry you to protect you to love you and for you to love me when I see you I get a rush of amazing feeling so extreme so paralyzingly in the best w
It was a warm summer day,
And I was packing my backpack,
To go home for the day,
Off the beaten track.
As I looked up,
And turned to leave,
This bright face lit up,
She walks home each day
Hearing the whispers
and all that they say
"Have you heard..."
"Her dad..."
"...some woman..."
Try as she might she can't block them out
i once met an angel
in a devil's disguise.
i could never figure out
why he'd cover his wings
and replace them with
ice-cold shoulders
that stung at the touch,
or why he traded his warm,
I can't breathe
My tears flow freely, the sick feeling of dread overwhelming me
His hands are warm, controlled and gentle.
He's comforted others before me,
Listen, sister, for this talk unsettles me. Stop here. Because
You are not the sum of things you have made.
You are not the sum of others' judgements, opinions - no.
I hear the word so often that I have become numb to it.
I think that is the worst part. They call me out of my name and they hate me so much.
Those words
I just don't care
What do they mean?
You hit a man on a bicycle and that's the only thing you can say?
Your car
Is it worth more then this man life?
His wife
Who is this girl we call Beauty?
Where can she be found?
What does she look like?
And what is her sound?
Flitting through the trees
She runs
Like the quicksilver moon
High in the clear night sky
He passes through the dark trees
Striding onward with some mysterious purpose
Let me tell you straight,I say yes you say noI say come you say goI hide and you showI inhale while you blowDifferent….
Sitting watching my hand grabs yours you squeeze, I smile, you laugh, no noise I lean, you lean, I shut my eyes, a shock, a welcome, a sweet surprise, I reach, you hug, my body's numb,
The rain drops fall, caressing her face
The tight curls of her hair unwinding
Her eyes look down, words lost in space
Her hands cross slowly, searching, finding
A small bit of solace in each other
look at me
my outfit is trendy and preppy
my smile always reaches one ear to anther
LOOK AT ME
look at my shoes
my hair,tied back high as the sky in a ponay tail
The emphasis placed on between the legs
Is what is reflected in the world today
We have become so consumed with a person's sex
That it takes precedence over the person they are
Who they will become
Her beauty is snow storms, tucked away,
Tiny freezing snowflakes bottled in my fingers.
It comforts me, and breaks my fall,
And its sparks set my heart alight.
This girl is unique in perfection,
the warm white tide
Your footsteps in the sand,
They’re only temporary,
Soon to fill with seawater,
Flushed orange with the last
Lost rays of shimmering daylight.
Rosy were of her lavish cheeks,
What a shadow the flourescent moonlight leaves
Complimented by the icy crystals traveling down in trails towards her heart
It's a wonder how such chaotic strife can be such beautiful art
Screw the people who break us down so much, that we become senseless and open
If that’s an opportunity, damn, love, just consider me your token
Let’s strip the truth of all its beauty
No matter where I go, I can't explain away,
the limitless attraction to a girl who knows her way.
She's a mystery to us all,
and a puzzle to a tee,
a conundrum to her parents,
Let's introduce the world
to a very sexy girl,
who lights the room up
and likes to start a ruckus.
Facing the dedication plaque of The East Coast Memorial in Battery Park,sat a navy spiral bound with a worn post-it note upon the cover.Head slightly tilted, I scoff at the carelessness of some kids.
You are my past.
So why do I fear you?
For taking my innocence.
For taking my confidence.
For making me afraid of every man that comes near.
You are their past.
So why do they fear you?
Lonely,
I can't remember reading the definition.
An emotion that I,I've felt in constant repetition.
My defense mechanism fits the repulsed
credentials of the God above.
The day I was born I was given a daisy.
When they gave it to me they told me:
This is no ordinary daisy,
As long as it’s with you,
Everyone will believe you to be innocent before guilty,
Make your words count.
That’s what they tell us day in and day out.
Somehow, I think I’ve taken this a little too far.
I overthink what I want to say to the point where
The time for saying it has passed.
I know I just met you
but please let me say
we could get food..
I mean..I want you to stay.
Ahhh not in a creepy way
So many times I’ve heard,
“You don’t act black”,
And to this day I still don’t understand,
How does one act a color?
Do I be decrepit, ugly, or dark?
At least that’s what Webster tells me,
pink lips
pink hair
cartwheels
i dont care.
sunglasses
wineglasses
kisses on the run.
short skirts
outskirts
i hate everyone.
I have inspiration; I just can’t put it together.
I have dreams; I just don’t know where to begin.
I have hope; I just don’t show it.
Every day voices circle all around me
Telling me what I should or shouldn’t be
Why don’t you play with girls’ toys?
Why do you spend so much time with boys?
You should go shopping more with fellow females
My greatest fear was to drown.
To have my lungs full of water
Simultaneously, living and dying
Until I realized, I'm drowning myself.
Sorrow after sorrow take over my body
She liked control.
Because as long as she was in control.
She could determine what happens.
So she would push people away
And soon enough she only had herself.
My heart burns hottest flames blue
My body sweats being in the sun
My mind's lost my heart's empty
All my emotions now disperse
For now my heart hurts
A flash of an image
And my mind suddenly works
If I died tomorrow, I
don't know if I would be proud of who
I am today.
[pause] Allow me, to explain,
we have been told over and over again,
that we should live freely within our constraints-
We all are the Same
On the inside
I feel so Ashamed
On the outside
The moon is my enemy i feel only Pain
Surrounded by darkness all you see in Cocaine
A background noise
A slight ringing in your ears
Just enough to be annoying
But not enough to keep your attention.
Today I decided to climb up the shelves
in the closet in your bedroom
A young girl that's so upset
So she goes through life giving nothing more than sex
You ask her what's love, and she'll give you a puzzled face
maybe it's cuz' her father dropped out from the early race
She thought she was invincible
19 and young
Invincible to the cops
Invincible to the shots
Invincible to a drive
That took her down a road late one night
She ran from the cops,
I wasn't exactly fine before you came.But I was still okayand you were youjust a friend of a friend.Then our hands brushedand my cheeks set a flame.
I stand alone on this Pavement roda, not knowing what to expect, without being aware of the things I am going to encounter, I just keep on walking because what else is left of me to do ?
I miss that Girl.
I miss that girl, I really do,
It hurt to have to leave.
My heart is hers, it really is,
For I gave her the key.
And now apart, it really stings
For she is part of me.
She blinks and gapes and her mouth spouts crapThe audience stares and claps and their mouths flap
I sit and watch and wonder how or maybe even whyThey talk like I care and wonder about nigh
Inside of a teenage girl,Is a big, beating heart,a heart that tears what sheloves and likes apart.
I know a girl
She is coming over later
We haven't seen each other for a long time.
We text
She liked me
Once upon a time.
She says she misses me
I say the same thing back
I won the case, my prize?
One way ticket to paradise.
I take my people and go
The land is vast, they said
We don’t need your savagery, they said
My people’s tears trace the trail
To you it’s just a word
But it makes her soul burns
And leads to that knife
She takes that first slice
And though the cut hurts
She’d rather feel that pain
Maybe we could educate men
That no always means no
And I guess we could educate women too
That it's not your fault
What he did to you
Even if he was your boyfriend
A random stranger
i dream of happier days:before the cell phone,her now-constant companion.before computers, iPods.before she caredabout how she looks.about fitting in,conforming.back when a night light
Today is my cheat day,
Or maybe my cheat week,
A smirk of a smile,
Of diets and exercise I do not speak,
The guilt forgotten because I seek,
The delicious foods no longer I sneak,
When you’re alone in the castle
When even the mice have gone
When the moonlight shadows stalk
And it’s a long time till dawn
When you cannot hear a voice
Because the walls block out the sound
That tear you saw Represents all the pain i have suffered The built up anger,hate, and frustration That had been bestowed upon me That tear isn't any ordinary tear It isn't the cry for attention or pity It's the tear of someone so broken inside I
Me
Self
I
Mainly engaged
Sometimes energetic, lonley or fading
I hope, I dream, I wish, I want
I have finally learned
That I am myself
And that myself can fight for me
Let me tell you a little story about a cat I know,
That wen’t from love to loss not too long ago,
From inside a warm house to outside in the rain,
Nobody cared about her struggles, hunger, or pain,
Roses are red
Violets are blue
My heart will always
Belong to you
No matter what happens
I will always love you
And baby you will always,
No matter if we are far apart,
Sitting in a room full of people but nobody can hear your scream.
Walking down the halls alone as if you were in a horrible dream.
You admire chess
In an echo booming society
That’s out of the ordinary
Extraordinary that you can
Waves crash against the shore,
A storm is on its way.
I cling to my desk in a bitter hope
That it will all pass over me.
But as they walk by,
Their lightning strikes—
Cold, hard stares
Filthy hands shine in the light of the beautiful pain.
Glistening in the promise sin offers to gratify the mind’s desires.
Relief from the pain in frozen blood cries out.
Trembling.
This poem was inspired by Rosemarie Uquico's poem "Date A Girl Who Reads."
Maybe the timing’s not right.
Or maybe it’s just not meant to be.
Should I put up a fight?
Or should I let it be?
I keep running into you.
We’re so close, yet so far.
She went to see the world down low
The girl with lanterns in her eyes.
So she flew on her cycle to the people below
The girl with lanterns in her eyes.
A tattooed anchor entwined in the symbol for infinity sits on her hip bone, which juts out like a cliff over her great barrier reef.
I see nothing
Nothing but her
I just stare
And she’s beautiful
Her soft eyes stare cautiously
And her hair falls
It’s always falling
Soft skin
Pure- not a flaw
Looking in the mirror I see a girl...
I'm watching her scream
I'm rewinding her dreams
I'm watching her cry
I'm practically watching her die
I sit back and watch as she tries to wipe the tears from her eyes.
There I sit, 30 minutes left,
nothing to do, but I feel a certain flush.
Oh how it snuck up on me like a theft,
let me go, I'm in a rush!
Run to the door,
but stopped in my track
She sat alone on a sidewalk almost as dirty as her, in a city almost as dangerous to watch the boys skate
With their profanities and perverted jokes, she was hooked
This girl who is she?
What is her means ?
She has been throrugh alot
Alot of things you have never seen.
They say she's jamaican but is that all to her ?
She seems that she has something else to offer.
When the sun awakens in the morning
and I awake from my dreams back to reality
I feel how strongly my heart misses you, its killing me
I try to push it away and focus on something else with all my might
I look in the mirror and see many faces.I see the face of a seventeen year old girl,Shoulder length brown hair and circles under her eyes.Wipe off the mirror with your sleeve,and you’ll see something more.
Little girl in the photo
where will you go?
will you sweep it beneath?
will you go with the flow?
will you camofauge
in with the rest?
will you set yourself apart
and do what is best?
Why must happiness be so hard but grief and hatred so great?
Why must we learn or except our fate
I feel like crying, I feel like dyeing
Listening to the music,
While tears stream down my face;
Is just another day.
I tell myself that tomorrow will be better?
But I know the truth.
Nothing will change.
Who was I kidding?
It began when a little girl raided through her mother’s old clothing on a rainy, summer afternoon. Boxes and bins began to empty as she set aside only the best and most hopeful of the pieces.
What do you see when you look at me
Is it my body?
My curves, my fine physique
Now look me in my eyes and tell me what do you see.
A girl with low self-esteem and insecurities
She is
Tall
Brilliant
Gorgeous
Funny
Amazing
I am
Average
She is
A girl who, when she says "hello" her smile is genuine
And it makes your heart pound in your chest
I am Female.
I am Girl.
I am Woman.
I am large hips,
I am tiny waist,
I am large chest,
I am stereotype.
I am pretty face,
makeup,
lipstick,
I am beauty.
She grows in a special pot.Made of wires and fear.Commonly broken and torn through.But always put back in her place.She's cared for and dusted,Her eyes behind the glass box,Sees a world she can never touch,And a world that will never touch her.Sh
I wear glasses to see better..
But is worth it,
To take a look at one girl
and say "she fat.."
"She so fat, the make the floor shake..."
"Make table break,"
But that's what we say in our eyes...
Walking down the street
Its more than a dream
Its the reality that makes my soul want to jump out of me
What I see is a frightening sight
All different faces but no difference inside
I remember when we first met
The summer before my first high school year
Can’t seem to remember the exact day, but the month and year I’ll never forget
That year so long ago has finally brought me to cry my last tear
In the midst of the gale
I found myself, helpless and pale
A girl called Aanu, censorious of the image
Staring back at her in the mirror, the horror of her own visage
Teach a girlNo doubt, she is diamond-beautifulInside and out,Because God created herWith a purpose.Break the curse,To crush deadThe tiny mocking voicesIn her head
Once an angel sat down next to me,
In the form of a homeless man,
On a graffitied park bench and
Said to me:
“Why you’ve been an idiot.
A white hair tie bound around each wrist
The residue of charcoal mascara smeared onto her fingers
She will watch the night turn grey and blue against her windowpane
Our World... Rapacity!
Where Men usurp the youth.
Men who manifest greed, lust, power
Illimiuniting Freud's Id through actions
Alas! The youth replicate their Teachers.
Cloned as the Men
there was a boy and a girl
they met unexpectedly on the street one day
he dropped his book
she picked it up
he smiled
When I hear of a hurricane,
that is when I will think of you.
A force that drove me insane,
and a little senseless too.
I admit I didn't love,
how easily you caught my eye.
His eyes meet with hers,
she looks donw,
grean with jealousy,
red with anger,
What is she a camillion?
she's stuck on him,
she's got a crush on him,
when she's not paying attention,
We were holding handsYou were looking at meThe way boys always doWhen they want something moreI got up and walked awayI just wanted spaceWe were on a couch in a clothing store
The kindness in the smile of a little girl.
Fearless and free...the world not yet clawing away her freedom to love,
sees through eyes as clear as the sea with an embrace as warm as the sun.
I have caught myself, talking to my mind again. It’s alright, nothing to worry about. I like it that way. Being in a place where you are me and I is you. We are all the same. We are all myself. Now the thoughts are creeping in.. Because lately you
One, two, three, four, five, / A child's delight so simple, / Green and growing, she.
Is a girl worth so much more rather than what she holds between her thighs?
In her mind, she asks what she’s really worth
When no one takes her for who she is.
Scared that no one will like her for who she is.
The scent of
the juice of
apples on her breath
mixes (by 10pm) with the café cigarettes &
coffee in her hair
And she told us that when she dreams, she goes to every country on Earth,
They said that I'd be fine
And I believed it to be true
Until at the next moment
My eyes fell upon you
My heart began to beat off rhythm
As my vision became blind
There she is, a girl all alone
Others let out, an annoyed moan
She sits, her head down, in a book
Other play angry birds on a nook
She opens a notebook, takes out a pen
The joy in her smile brings warmth to my heart. A pleasure I had forgotten renewed. I only wish she could understand me for being me but it's not that simple. The dimples dare me to dive in but it is only for the road of the warrior.
She stands in front of the mirror and gives a good look at herself. She wants to see a heart shaped face with light eyes. She wants to see a clear skinned girl with a slim figure. She wants to see everything she isn't, in herself.
The girl sat on an empty street
Her face was as sullen as her surroundings
She softly lifted her face in hopes of a single ray of sun
Its simple parts cannot ever redress
The mystery that dances across its folds
Cloth and thread, no account for the success
Which strikes plain garment with magic untold
The power it wields to fully impress
:There was a small, scared girl
who was trapped in her own world,
frantically searching how to escape.
In a desperate day her life changed.
She grabbed a pencil and paper
and began to write.
I'm almost convinced that she speaks Another language.But she speaks in a way that I can understand it.Everything she says to me has a Significant meaning.I don't know what it is that keeps me so Addicted to her. Maybe it's her beautiful smile, Or
I'll never hear a guy say I'm beautiful, because who would look at me and see beauty?
I'll never hear a guy say I'm smart, beacuse who would go out with me for my brains?
I was to young to deal.
Started not to feel.
Never took the time to heal.
Somehow it didn't feel real.
I was to young to see.
Thought it was apart of being me.
A girl walks the perfect road
Sun shining bright like always
Day after day
Sadness does not exist
For she knows not what it is
She continues to walk this perfect road
She is tumbling, cascading, silently spiraling into a tunnel of hopelessness. you are too dark! you're not pretty enough! she desperate for comfort.
She was an astronaut and he was a poet. He's known of her since elementary school.He's known her since before he knew of the words he should've used to describe the way she jumped off the jungle gym like Armstrong stepping on the moon for the firs
Beyond the mirror lives a lass.The notion is crass, but she is pretty.Through the mirror I see her.See her dancing,See her singing.See her alone.
Perfect white - clouds rolling like hills under
A sky pale blue like his eyes: sightless, remembering.
Staring through a glass oval, indented deep
DEAR HOMOSEXUAL.The clock's ticked through at least six months time since our lips last exchanged breaths of clear minded humor, our hands grasping at the promises we never intended to keep isn't it funny how the mutters of the masses change the m
I see my soul soaring,
Flying like an eagle,
They try to tie me down,
Where I cannot be free.
Taste of water
Stroke of sunshine
blossoming occurs
Petals painted with
vibrant color
growing gradually
Sun guides me
through the day
with a grin
with a sweat
Music notes
Play in my head
Sparking laughs, tears and shame.
The girl I used to be
Lost along the way.
Tunnels and mazes
Hide her pain.
Where is she?
When will she come back?
No matter how big,
No matter how small,
I will make a difference,
That will touch the hearts of all.
No such boundaries,
Can tear me down
Because I am me
And I don’t frown.
She will fill me with glee,
when she finally decides to come to California with me.
I have always dreamed of traversing the wine country,
though I have never been,
so when, when, when?
My face burns red
Fiery, flustered, forgoing.
Nostrils condense, eyes moisten.
“This is Bat Country”
her coy smile appeared to howl at me
as I was lost in the chaos.
The girl you once knew
is no longer here.
She is more fragile
but yet stronger.
OUTSPOKEN
but shy at times.
Smiling on the outside
but dying inside.
You think you know her?
Not at all.
A simple brush against my cheek,
Such touching makes me weak.
He whispers softly in my ear,
Just loud enough for me to hear.
Come dance with me.
Locked in a room,
Alone with the blade.
Metal meets flesh
And rips it apart.
Blood pours out;
A twisted, red river of misery.
Life is drained
As she falls to the ground
And becomes a waste.
You've got my mind working overtime
Stole my heart, you've done the crime
I can't find the words I should say-
Hearing from you brightens my day
Say to voice my feelings for you
The ultimate family reunion
Family from east to west
West to East
North to South
We all gather at one special place
I'm most excited to see one particular face
That I have not seen in ages
Love had escaped me
Falling in love
Impossible
Being loved
Even more so
So I thought
But love found me
Rather given to me
By the One who is love
Through a woman
A woman of God
I get hurt, I fall down
I am just a girl
Sometimes life gets me down
Sometimes I’m overcome with stress
I am just a girl
I'm tall, your short
which ones better?
big boobs? small ones?
or how about this
big ass, small bum
I just love mine
who cares,
because thats the way I am! The way I am!
what can I say
Little Little People they come right in
they come right underneath my chinny chin chin
the view from the top always see their heads spin
never in their lifetime they'll see my head spin
Fashionably
late.
The old and white nostalgia
descends upon my door.
Nervously- perhaps anti-
cipation draws me
like an artist struck by deja
vu- I
walk out to greet her
and
I am just a girl.
A typical teenage girl.
A girl who, in no special way, stands out or makes her self
noticed.
Everyone keeps staring at me
My belly swells and my feet hurt
I didnt ask for this change
I didnt ask for this experience
stop staring at me please
judging me in your head
whispers in the shadow of my back
If the world was my classroom,
I would teach a girl to learn and to love,
And not go to jail.
I would teach a girl to not envy but embrace,
To push onward even when it seems like there is no escape.
Falling through the cold,
Hearing the sounds of screaming nights,
Seeing time change to dust.
I feel you there.
You seem so real.
Like the little girl in an empty park,
Running around with glee.
The fairy with the broken wing
That loves to write,
That loves to sing,
That can't seem to do anything right.
Words spoken are a beautiful sound,
But those written scream out.
How sweet and how lovely it has been made,
Glowing bright as though Kissed by the sun
But don't be dismayed,
Its stem will feel smooth and soft like its very pure,
If you look at me now, I'm a girl at a desk.
I seem normal, following directions like the rest.
You'd never seen the pain in my mind.
Tears that I successfully hide.
My Black is Beautiful, My Black is free
Thanks to all of the Blacks that came before me
Three years old no father killed by the life he lived
Please little black girl don’t cry
I reached but he wasn't there
I've seen those hands before
In a different country far from here
I've smelled that scent before
But it's not like he's standing beside me
Flashbacks through my senses
We were convinced our paths were written in the stars
And promised we'd never be apart
To only realize none was as different as ours
So we parted ways with all too broken hearts
I wake up, same routine.
Take a shower, floss in between.
Brush my teeth, oh how fresh.
There goes my school uniform, an everyday refresh.
Your eyes, green with flicks of brown.
They swallowed me whole.
They took my soul.
They flipped my world world upside down.
There he goes walking at his graceful pace,
says hello to his friends, decides to stay and talk.
Smiling and laughing there is is, but then his eyes land on me.
His smile has faded away, and my heart is beginning to cry,
Sun shines through my small window
the light drips down the walls like golden raindrops.
My eyelids flutter open,
retinas burning in the unexpected light.
I look around at the blank walls.
No detail, no color
He didn't even know me.
he passed me by like a river's torrent
smoothly, he grumbled, "Nice shirt FAG!"
Drops of starlight swimming through the atmosphere,
the aquamarine sky swirling above.
It's time.
Silver seas calm,
No breeze through the grasses.
It's time.
For example, Blocks.
Stacking rings.
Mr. Potato Head.
(What about Mrs. Potato Head? See what I mean?)
Those Little People that come in a family
their own house
their own car –
I've seen it all
I've seen many females fall
No, no, no I won't lie
I admit I've stumbled a few times
we are all assigned
to intertwine
souls and unfold
memories that are set in stone
From the corner of my eye she peeks into the world,
Timid and soft-spoken—
I can hear her
But others say they can't hear this girl.
She never bothers to speak up,
Always insisting on getting ignored,
Today is a big day for a little bird,
like me
No one knows i'm coming
Even though i'm not born yet
I have traveled back into time
(poems go here) The slick
smooth
black high heels,
my weapons of choice,
disguise me as
a secret spy,
these trusty sidekicks,
two extensions
of my legs,
we glide
around the corner,
I am a girl who loves a girl
And believes in the Bible too
There’s a fight in my head
It’s not a fight to the death
It’s a fight to realize who
Knows what it means to love.
Man shall not lay with man
I start as the girl I'm supposed to be
Always nice and kind and happy
With a boyfriend who cares, and a sister to run to
Everyone says "your family truly loves you"
No one can see the yells and screams
You think you cool just cause you have sex with the dudes,
I have news for you that just makes you a fool,
I guess you like the center of attention and whispers behind your back,
One day in the middle of the night I heard a voice
I woke up and looked around
But no one was there, I thought it was just a sound
So I went back to sleep
Hoping my dreams would fall in the deep
Brushed hair, great smile
That is the beauty that sits next to me
Creative and always active
Laughs because she finds me funny
There for me always
Wipes my tears
Sits through my struggles even though she don't have too
My Perfect Girl the Center of MY WORLD
Gone forever
Heaven stole my perfect girl
It stole my heart too...
“I just wanted to be normal”
She said
As she scrapped the words into her paper
Until it bled
Deep blue ink
Onto her fingers
Leaving little blue trails through the forest of her written word
Disease is the reason
For the loss of my loved ones,
And possibly the future
Loss of others.
Her face is almost imprinted in my mind like a melody. The image is just on repeat. I've never seen anything like that. Maybe it's who she is on the inside that radiates out. But her face shines with such a light I can't explain.
I sit here alone,
Afraid and confused
This child that I bear,
Leaves me not the bit amused
This was not on purpose,
I should have kept my head on focus.
How can I tell them?
It is 1960 and there are two drinking fountains.
Colored on the left, white on the right.
A young black girl shuffles her feet forward slowly in line.
They drag along the dirt and make lines in the ground.
Look at the sky,
It’s pure and white.
Nothing compared to my soul
That’s neglected and dark.
The trees stand tall,
Branching out far
Nothing compared to my soul
That slums down,
I Am The Waves In The Ocean And The Roots Of The Trees.
I am wind and thunder and rain.
I am the image of my father, Kemet.
I am soil and breath and soul.
I am Africa personified.
In the way I walk
Silly girl
You were once so
Driven by your past
Your daddy would get high
And your mother would cry
You wanted out of that life
Then you forgot where you came from
And partied like the ones before
Behind this smile lies something underneath, that the naked eye cannot see.
I'm filled with insecurities and worries.
But in time I'll overcome them, just like the protagonist in one of those made up stories.
she wears my heartstrings on her ring finger
as a promise of something we could be
leaving them uncut while she thinks of him
falling for her has left bruises on my knees
You see her
She’s 16
The prodigal age
The year of first love and heartbreak, obstacles and triumph
She reads to escape unpleasant realities
She writes to express deepest desires
You Looked Rather Nice Today
With your hair all messy
And the drops of rain on your coat.
You Looked Rather Nice Today
With your khaki pants
And tattered old grey shoes.
She slid the blade deep into her arm
Breathing heavy, trying so hard to hold in her emotions
yet release all her feelings.
She thought of the sister that didn't love her,
The mother to busy to care,
That although we are far apart
I will hold you close to my heart
When you're either up or down
I'll always have a remedy for your frown
That in the event you shed a tear
Speak your mind
It gets easier in time
Be you
That'll get you through
Self-esteem is a must to stay strong
It's okay if they think you're wrong
Your way to young, you don't know what to do
who's gonna love you and guide you through?
The guy is gone that's usually how it goes
Your mom and dad aren't happy and soon everyone will know.
A door opens
Empty of memory
Cold, Dark, Eerie
Depression creeps in
Sadness takes over
The walls drooping with pain
Crying tears of blood
No acceptance from reality
Pain has overcame pleasure
Delicate features, slight stature.
That is who she is.
Shy, unassuming, ignored,
She dances on the air, moves like a ballerina.
Twirling, twirling, twirling,
One wrong move could send her falling.
She sits there in the corner.
She reaching for the phone.
She pulls back her hand,
Her time is like a hourglass sand.
Curling over with tears,
All her fears become real.
She goes into shame,
I’m done
Yet I can’t quite grasp it
Why something like this would happen to me
How could something like this happen to me
That trust I built has just been destroyed
I’ve never been this broken before
Whatever happened to the flowers?
The water lilies and poppies and marigolds,
With their dewy stalks and folds?
I don't know who I am
The white in my life blew out
I don't know where I stand
At thirteen my soul was left in doubt
The only white
The purity
The innocence... of me
Taken in the dark
Everywhere; Everywhere I would settle
All I could find is beautiful people.
Sparkle of their beauty, sparkles like stars
However, there is one I call treasure.
She shines more than other stars in the galaxy
Stop and stare.
Who goes there?
Not a pal or a friend.
Maybe a foe or a fiend.
Can you see her?
Or maybe its a him?
Duck! And Dodge!
Close one my friend.
Don't fight back.
It hurts like the sting of ice and cold.
It hurts cause I know that's what's like your soul.
It hurts because you forced me to believe the words you say.
It hurts to think how can I manage another day.
Looking in the mirror
Sadness stains her face.
Red lines cover her, making feelings fade.
They call her names.
The torment her.
The wall she has built is breaking.
She goes home to a world too adult.
