desire to inspire poetry slam scholarship
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6 pm on a saturday night
I stand at the open window in my second story bedroom
Listening to the bells that ring for 15 minutes every day
The wind blows into my messy hair
please do not come near
if there is light
coming from the cracks in the door
it means i am too scared
frail and weak
it means i can't face anything else
other than the small light i hold in my hands
Before I leave this Earth
I wanna leave a mark on this turf
When I say turf I mean to leave a mark on a certain skill set
Being successful
And when I say successful it means not leaving my kids in debt
Without my parents, I wouldn’t be here,
That’s obvious, but I mean something else.
If they didn’t come here from over there,
I wouldn’t be able to acquire wealth.
I open a book.
I am in a grand castle
Surrounded by lords and ladies, jesters and kings
I hear the rustle of my ball gown
Inspired by motivation
To move on to better things
The future excites me
To be all I can be
To open my heart to it's new adventures
As I take on the world in all my endeavors
With one powerful stroke I'm sailing in the air
The wind gently caresses my face as I look for smoothness
Each bump takes my worries away
Each swerve gets my brain going
With one lift I'm over a hurdle
shhhhhhhhh,
says the faucet
to warn my mouth to keep quiet-
'cause currently a spaceship has entered the atmosphere of my brain
and there have been reports of rain.
An old man once told me
“Life is hard and then you die”
He said this to 17 year olds
I think one of them cried
I didn’t to do either
So on that day I did decide
That Life would be easy
When I have lost my inspiration,
And I can't find it, no matter how hard I search,
I look for the help of my favorite person.
She's strong, and beautiful,
Wise and funny,
And never short of a quick word.
To be or
Not to be
Who God has
Called me to be
Do I want to
See a change and rise
Or will I be another to
Just sit and sigh
Lord of Lord
Hear my cry
Am I really
To be or
Not to be
Who God has
Called me to be
Do I want to
See a change and rise
Or will I be another to
Just sit and sigh
Lord of Lord
Hear my cry
Am I really
When I see my mother,
a kind and hardworking soul,
I find inspiration.
It is not only in these characteristics,
But,
the ways she lives these in her everyday life.
Often times, its not happiness
It's rage,
burning in the very veins that pump my blood
It's sadness,
pulling at my heart
It's anxiety,
shaking my body,
melting my wishes.
I never eat strawberries.
Not because I don't like them,
But because they are tremendously inconvenient.
I need you.
I believe I need you
You're all I need.
You are my sun in the gray sky
You are my happiness in my depression
You are the best in a bad situaction.
I need you.
Ran my feet through the grass,
Let the blades tickle my toes,
Smoothing my feet the dew-kissed on the sod.
Rays of sun beamed down,
Her glassy eyes stare back at me.
They scream
For help,
For saving.
The mind calls to me.
It screams
For help,
In my mind I have memories of a street that is not quite a street, but rather a stream,
Which flows through a strip of woods, into a culvert,
Down a gully, through the backyards of my neighborhood,
You stand
Under a plethora of maple leaves,
A flamboyant display of color
Paired with a crystal blue sky.
You breathe
Inspiration is ignited by imagination
and interest in introspection.
Something that simply surpasses surprise
and seems to soothe you.
Resonating if you choose to
Your outer beauty is pretty and all
But the real beauty is inside
Behind all the flesh,
The make up,
That creative mask of yours
you choose to hide behind
Open your eyes
What do you see?
I see black
I knew the light was bright, yet it was dark
How could I see if my eyes have no spark
Celestial moon and sun.
Twirling around earth endlessly.
And now why can't you.
Like a burst of color behind my eyelids
You're bright and bold,
A contrast to the monochrome that swallows me whole.
It makes me glad I met you,
When every moment we spend is brand new.
such a small word
but means so much
fear that is applied so close you can touch
memories that will forever haunt you
following close behind
What a wonderful world of color we live in!
The deep, crushing shades of blue,
and the soft, airy yellows and pinks.
Or how about the fiery swirls of maroon and the watery substances of navy
