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The lapse is finally found...
No utterance, no sound.
What “love” there was amongst this feud...
Was sorely mistaken & totally rude.
A whisper, a laugh, a killing joke...
I always thought that if you were the one to back down, it meant that you couldn't take it,
And that if you were the one who chose to walk away, all it really meant that you decided to quit.
It took me a long time to realize, but I have finally learned a lot about you,
And that even though I thought you were different, your actions told me that you areexactly the same by the things that you do.
if you have stayed
longer than expected
you are one among many
for all acquaintances
grown attached
unintentionally rally
if you’ve seen my light
It was the last and quite possibly the most turbulent year of what had been a turbulent decade.
-It was quàrter past 11
-when you picked me up in your Benz.
Promising you were a changed man,
a fairytale ,Hollywood ending.
Claiming your all in,
I thought you were sent from god,
Out of nowhere came junior year
Having peaked in ninth grade, since then I gained weight and my face
Had more acne than before even though they told me it would go away by now.
how can it be that there are so many people
on this earth, and yet i feel like i am alone?
how can it be that i see you everyday
yet i can't make my love for you known?
is being alone normal to be?
around i see couples of two, but not me.
how come i never get this chance?
maybe i'll go to paris, france.
but no matter how hard he tries
he will never be able to change
he overthinks and doubt will arise
he locks his feelings in a cage
the beautiful light in your dull brown eyes
exposes the relentless pain you give,
i say i will find courage but it is all lies,
these past years i wish i could relive,
i don’t want to know what you think,
you don’t care, you’re mind is blowing
like the wind but eventually you sink
into your heart and it’s showing,
Up
on stage
all lights and eyes
on me and me alone
Bare myself, my soul
Choose me
my quiet heart voice whispers
Thank you, next
Callbacks
Pitter-patter, hope
List is up
I made the mistake of allowing myself to dip my toes into the water
And letting myself get carried away into the deep end.
I couldn’t find it in me to save myself
Because I never learned how to swim.
I made the mistake of allowing myself to dip my toes into the water
And letting myself get carried away into the deep end.
I couldn’t find it in me to save myself
Because I never learned how to swim.
Am I good enough?
Yes of course,
But oh would short hair look so good on you.
Your clothes are nice,
But you should totally wear blue more often.
You know what?
I'm tired of the bullshit
Oh you wanna talk?
Maybe I'd have time if I wasn't I fed up
Always mouthing off
About how you this and that, not!
You always on this hype
Why hello there Drama Queen
What is the problem today?
Your friend was being fake?!?
Wait. Does she know she was being fake?
She should?
I disagree, Drama Queen.
good poems dont come from your head
they come from your hands
they are words flowing from the blood of our wrists
the stains of the past
broken memories
This is the Climax.
The fight before the fall.
The storm after the calm.
Where the demons of regret,
And anger,
Rule all.
I try to calm down.
This is fine.
I'm fine.
"Don't be sad," she says.
I'm not sad.
I'm scared.
Frustrated.
Confused.
She doesn't listen.
Crazy how you’d give a nigga yo last
Take a bullet for his ass but he’d be quick to put you in his past
Questioning your loyalty like why you even gotta ask?
All they do is cause problems,
Cause harm,
Cause drama,
I hate them,
They're an ugly gem,
Filled with Flem,
They are all hate,
Spreading like a ramped disease,
So contagious,
To overcome others is strong.To overcome oneself is the will of power. I try to convince myselfThat I am the best actress to ever walk the earth,And that the hole concaving in my chestIs simply a understudy for my sadness. To overcome others is
To some
A friendly gathering
Is but
A show
In which they can dress up
In masks and costumes
To share those lines
Everything is Dark
I stare out through my window
I feel numb and I can’t move
Am I scared?
Boom! A flash of light
a gun is firing, I don’t flinch
Why can’t I look away?
Something changed inside of me
When I disturbed the water lilies
The curtains stirred in disarray
But she said that she couldn’t stay
Something changed inside of me
When I sang to the water lilies
I was sixteen
And with an open heart
I did dream and fantasied alot
I was loved and knew it
I strolled to adulthood en route
I fell in love and my imaginations widened
I would lay awake all night
Her words spit venom
She is a self proclaimed high being
She is the mother of poison
and I am poison
I am poisoned
I am the seed sprouted only to spread the wicked word
She spit the venom into me
Her words spit venom
She is a self proclaimed high being
She is the mother of poison
and I am poison
I am poisoned
I am the seed sprouted only to spread the wicked word
She spit the venom into me
A Civil War,No, not of ,GunsSwordsAnd Cannons.But of Words,SpitAnd tearsA harsh ink splatteredOnEveryPageOfwhat was calledA holy place.
Many people want to live the fast life
That desire crumbles when they have to confront judgement's knife
There is no need to live in strife
Just don't go searching for the fast life
What once was a mirror, is now a window pane
Different photos in the same frame
I'm trapped in this gallery, yet I once was the art
and everyday I wish for a fresh start
but everytime I look it breaks my heart
Sometimes it’s heartbreaking to think
The American Dream may be corrupted
Not what it used to be
When we once dreamt of being free
For some in America
We Might've Been
We might've been the curving night
- dim, blinding and empty
We might've been your mother's knife
- sharp, hard but flimsy
We might've been the tiled floors
The momentum that comes to mind.
in the blink of an eye.
When your future and past combine.
in a spark of time.
That your life will be affected.
Its known as a crime.
When you're the one suspected.
Not looking is so hard, but,
Why, pray tell, is it so hard?
I just can't seem to let you go.
It seems near impossible
Not to look.
Not constantly search
For your angelic face throughout
The way my heart set up is undescribable
My love for you? Yeah, thats undeniable
As I sit on the steps and cry....All I do is wonder why?
Then I wipe my eyes....You wanna know why?
My identity is mixed and matched
from the roles I play.
I learn something new from each and every one
About them and myself and
The perception of the world
from the stage.
I'm not just a
“We’re all just some punks, miserable creaturesWith our human goal to be: enhancing all of our featuresFurther into the caves, intentions become deeperLike killing your local preacher and to blame it on the teacher
This is what it feels like to be hurt.
To have the breath knocked out of you,
Whith a word or two you killed me
And as I sit here typing I realize
You broke me.
I realize you took from me.
Secrets are spread all around
Lies are told to you and me
Hate blinds those who cannot see
The truth that is spoken is not believed
One person you can trust
Is me
5, 6, 7, 8.Numbers, steps, lines, formations.Again.5, 6, 7, 8.Keep counting,Don't forget to smile,Watch where you're going.
Am I mad at you?
Holding a grudge is hard work.
Time is too precious.
Everytime I ask a question you got a different story.
I have no idea why I mess with dudes like you who just so daggone corny.
You won't find me wasting my time tryna make you change,
In June of 1870, my Great Great Granddad was playing Poker in the Old West.Even though he was shot, the law neglected to place the murderer under arrest.My Great Great Granddad wasn't being honest, he was cheating.
He says, "don't you love me?"
I say, "I don't know,"
I thought so at first,
But now that we've grown,
People will change,
For bad or for worse,
But growing apart,
Now that always hurts,
The layers of tears that I've cried have stung my eyes to that point of where seeing just becomes painful. I don't want to give up. But I'm being forced to give up. Or am I? No, this whole situation is fucking bullshit.
I'm...a theater kid.
It happened by mistake.
once just a class, i didnt want to take.
Now, im obsessed, always wanting more
&, i'm not the shy girl i was once before.Costumes, layerd on top of more.
The drama, the betrayal.
The love, the hate.
The good decisions, and the mistakes.
The real, the fake.
The rude, the friendly.
The fake hide behind a mask, and behind the mask is envy,
I guess I was wrong about you,
I'm sorry I wasted your time.
Kill my hope, my heart, my dreams, my soul, and mind.
It's time for you to destroy me,
What's left of me anyways.
Can anyone hear me? No you can'tI'm confined in a bubbleGet ready for the rant
I want to writeI want to createI want to make people laughI know that's my fate
Hush, hush
As the words are spread
Like jelly on toast
And butter on bread
Hush, hush
It has been said
“Don’t tell a soul or else I’m dead!”
Hush, hush
I know why you do it.
I know that the numbness
and dull moans inside your skull
is near
all consuming.
Some days pain is the only
voice that is shrill enough
to break through
Fade away
Into yesterday
Will anyone know when I am gone
Trapped in yesterday
Wanting to escape
The sorrows that enrapture me
Trying to be brave
You tell me to
state my mind
when I am quiet.
You force me to
share my thoughts
on the daily things.
But when it comes time
to voice what I believe
Since Freshman year, I love being on stage.
I made entertaining my whole entire life.
It always soothes me and calms down my rage.
Acting is not all about faking to be the character.
Acting is an opportunity to put on your characters shoes and start walking in them.
Until you finally feel as if you really were that character.
I think that our dreams
that we will marry
but never happen. I look at this dream is an unfair.
Why? Do this dream cut our love?
Never let us be together.
At the first place,
Dreaming that wills have you stay with me
Forever ever thought we live in old house
But we still have one another.
If I close my eyes, I can hear them
The quiet mumbling of the crowd
Voices mingling into one loud whisper
When I was younger,
My parents divorced.
Cried myself to sleep every night —
I was filled with remorse.
Looking back,
I now realize
That only through fire
Cue a wave of gasps from the gallery
As the leading man, up on stage he cries
Emotion pouring into eulogy,
Dead words rising for loves no more alive.
We trip headlong into the tipping tells,
I thought we could be friends
But I was foolish
You betrayed me and shed no tears
You betrayed me
And shed no tears
Talk behind my back
Please make my day
I know your game
Pettiness is all I can say
What goes on at school day after day
He says this She says that
When they tell you
That you’re too thin
That you’re too pale or
Far beyond normal
Remember this
You will always be wrapped up
Always be tied up
In this world, but
Being the Real Meby Hannah Powell
Being the real me,In a world full of wannabes,Is so much harder than everyoneAlways told me it would be.
Exposition, plot, rising action
This is how it begins
Climax, falling action, resolution
This is how it ends
To tell a story is to give a gift
To act one out is to inspire people true
I sit inside our little white box room
Without windows, inhaling the mold.
My classmates and I are filled with gloom,
As the arctic AC makes us catch cold.
We beg and we plead for funds we need
They talk.
They talk
and talk,
and talk,
AND TALK,
Until mine own voice of truth and reason is drowned
By voices of lies and deception.
They believe.
They believe
Drama, Action, Stop, and Cry.
That what goes through my mind.
Drama, Action, Stop, and Cry.
That what I feel like in the inside.
Drama, Action, Stop, and Cry.
Crying is a weakness it eats you alive.
I’m sorry
I apologize for all that I make you go through
The torture
The heartbreak
The madness, the sadness
I did it all for a cause
In hopes that your antics and misadventure would bring
Creeping shadows once more ariseamong the shrieks of pain, their criesMingling with the symphony
You see what you want me to see,
but yet you do not see what you're supposed to see.
I went home both days and nights,
sitting there, fighting my own fights.
No teacher, no staff, no parents; no one
Hey you!
Remember when you told me I was going to be lead actress.
because I was always at rehearsal time and I tried my hardest?
Liar!
You say you dont have favorites, but its obvious you love them more.
Funny how people doThings they shouldn't.Just because they thinkNo one's watching.Unlike others I alwaysSee them happen.
Do you hear
those words you speak?
Lying of fear
of what they'll think
Venom pumping in my veins
I'm going to ignore those pains
Slanderous Scandal!
She wants me slain
Drain my skin with hands that plunge into my flesh.
Ruby drops streaming down my arms, my legs, my chin.
Sliding and mixing with salty sweat and tears.
Just waking up on a summer day
Maybe it's noon or later okay
You stretch for your phone just to see
Message Received "Hey it's me(:"
Groaning and complaining you reply
Go ahead, I know I'm mean
I'm bearly turning seventeen
Say what you want, it can't bother me
I'm too grown up, to read what you put type about me
School is important, I'm keeping my eye on that
You are the best thing I have ever had
My love
My best friend
Just about my everything
Then everything changed one day
I lost you
You were no longer there for me
Couldn't wipe my tears away
Fake concern
listened, but not heard
I wonder times if what I say
matters to anyone
anyway
I want to go back to school.
That is something that I really want to do.
When I was playing around I aint know no better.
Now I'm older and things don't seem like they gonna get better.
ARGUMENT. Baile and Aillinn were lovers, but Aengus, the
Master of Love, wishing them to he happy in his own land
among the dead, told to each a story of the other's death, so
that their hearts were broken and they died.
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory's wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind,
(poems go here) DEAR fellow-artist, why so free
With every sort of company,
With every Jack and Jill?
Choose your companions from the best;
Who draws a bucket with the rest
Soon topples down the hill.
MY dear, my dear, I know
More than another
What makes your heart beat so;
Not even your own mother
Can know it as I know,
Who broke my heart for her
When the wild thought,
That she denies
A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.
THERE is grey in your hair.
Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath
When you are passing;
But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing
Because it was your prayer
Recovered him upon the bed of death.
(poems go here) 'O WORDS are lightly spoken,'
Said Pearse to Connolly,
'Maybe a breath of politic words
Has withered our Rose Tree;
Or maybe but a wind that blows
Across the bitter sea.'
(poems go here) WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay
What is pain?
What are tears?
When you have a million questions with no fears.
Born to this world
Without a trace.
Left in the dark, left to defend.
And, you start so low.
But, come up so high.
She remembered the noise, the omnipresent voice
Of her conscience in her head
She remembered the dark, but not how it’d start
The conflagration that left her for dead
You are my muse and my melody
A song in my head, my harmony
I'm not Beethoven or Mozart
But when I write my heart talks
here we are
all alone,
each of us
a dry,
dead
bone.
NOTHING left
to loVe or haTe
a barren wasteland
of empty fate
I love the outdoors, and the sunshine.
I love walking with my boyfriend, and spending time with my family.
I love enjoying life, and thinking about the bright future that lies ahead of me.
So, what don't I love?
Drama queen
You cause a scene
Just shut up!
No one cares about your shoes
Or who’s your boo
Being ridiculous
Is what you do best.
Stop talking please
Do it for me
As our ears experience the melodies of violins
We can't help but surrender and fall into a beautiful trance.
The cellos flow in, adding to the mind-numbing lullaby.
Often my body sings the song of life, trying to outlive death.
A breeze seems to take my body and guide me to the familiar ivory and wood,
My head commands my fingers to dance along the keys, they do as they should
When did it become so difficult to predict?
The next departure, the next movement, the harmony?
Why is it that we go on about letting society tell us what to do?
Are my efforts even worth a dime?
Or has this been a waste of time?
We, in unison, wrote the rules and laws
Happy and anxious we as we scribbled every clause
