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From immunization records and now covid vaccine cards, Pfizer, Moderna, Dr. Fauci – Delta and Omicron. To wear a mask or not to wear a mask is the political debate,
Assumptions A room empty with dirty walls. Navajo white with smoke stains . The lighter areas that used to be covered with paintings and shelf’s .
How to die without dying: Learn something new change your name change your wardrobe give take cut strings
Changes I feel the changes And I loathe it Is this what it feels like? To change? Into someone you're not?
Changes sweep through my fog . Their light so bright . It only reflects into the ethereal distance. If the world would only use the dimmer switch. Please turn in the low beams!!!
When the fire in you stops burning, You'll see the destruction you have created. It can never be replaced, But it can be rebuilt into something new.
Since being grown up, I read more now. Not just for fun but, to learn lore and how this world is run. This all began in 2015. When Trump ran, and I was eighteen,
There were those who lit candles a fine method, if the room you’re illuminating has something inside worth seeing. The families in line pictured great dinners
I bounded down the stairs devoid of a single care. School was out and it was time to have fun. I peaked out the window to see pairs of girls with flowing hair and kids like me soaking up the sun.
These changes keep coming life is not the same as is once used to be back when I ran and played. Now I've got chores to do and I have to decide what career to pursue
Unborn and already A path has been chosen By those that are not them - To become another cog In the inescapable machine that is society.
I used to think I knew everything And then I turned 15 I used to think I had it all And then I turned 16 I used to think the world was mine And I learned that was true When I turned 17
What a difference a year makes, I felt the jealousy-and envy through the hugs and handshakes,
Share with me this moment. As we lock hands, we take flight. As we lock hands, we take control. If only for this moment we share a fate. If only for this moment we share a fate.
Dear My Beloved Copy, I cannot recall the day that you came into my life that well anymore (I guess I am a bad mother) But I can remember is the complete euphoria of cracking your spine for the first time
You can never be sure of the changes. They start with gentle probing, a smile less straighter, a hand too big. The progress begin to grow, weeds in the cemented parts of a sidewalk.
When I close my eyes I Envision the deep waters of the ocean Spreading it's arms across the sea Holding hands with distant waters From another country Never to break apart Brotherhood's one magistic bond
A year is an hour An hour is a second Look at the clock tower Time goes by slow was what I reckoned The future was near but seemed so far I was living in the past To see that I was dwelling on a scar Time moves at the speed of light, silent
I see blue irises A too-large shirt hangs limply over my body There is dried paint on my hands A conversation about planets and stardust swims its was out of the salty tears Blue irises
I was always to shy to speak sometimes I was that quiet nobody I'd get teased for it oftentimes Too average, too awkward
The scenery changes As day becomes night Nature takes its course With the moonlight shining bright Nothing ever stays the same Moments will come to pass Embrace the life that you live
As I grow up, each day at a time I start to notice all the things that chime The beauty in this world has always been there
To change the world, many have tried but many have failed, because some will slide. Making a difference will remain, as we all stay the same, like were all hooked to a chain, like we're all playing a game.
Or maybe as a child Riding my bike across the street I never looked up to realize
We all know there comes a day,
Filters come, Filters go, Read between the lines, And then, you'll know. Make-up, nail-art, hair-dos and fancy clothes, None of it matters at the end of the night,
When I grow up, what do I want to be? A sailor sailing the mighty sea? A doctor curing many pains? A legendary soldier who slays but never gets slain?
Repair the broken bridges. Overlook all the offenses. Build durable bonds of friendship That will last through thick and thin.
Everyone's around us Their very thoughts surround us It streamlines and passes through us Words and phrases that outgrew us
I am twisted I am new and different yet, blind to the new body that is my mind and soul I am fear I feel fear I can't think anymore I don't trust myself to think
Here we come, a busy people trotting to and fro. You’d never guess; we hardly let it show. In fact, I say, neither would they. They can’t tell, themselves. We’re blind and dumb,
Enter head on, in your binding. So called companionship, misinterprets For; contract. For it will be a "duty" and "privilege".
The movement in the trees, The falling of the leaves, The change of this season - Looks similar to the changes near me Visually represented, The world surrounding my being,
Gay. G. A. Y. G as in "God hates you." A as in "abomination." Y as in "Why haven't you killed yourself yet?" "There's nothing to be afraid of!" they say "It doesn't matter that you're gay."
I don’t know what to think, I don’t know how to feel. Everything is so different now, Is this even real? Life was once so predictable, All events falling into place. That has all changed now,
Where am I? The question we always ask. Trapped in a box wearing just a gas mask. Let me out. I can barely breathe. I want to be me, but you don’t fucking agree?
Why do people insist on doing things their own way? Why are we condemned to be what society sees as fit and just? Too many people follow along the paved path Too many condemn themselves to society's restrictions
I am the same inside.
I would change the way people look at me because I'm not skinny, or pretty, or a lighter skin tone I would change the way people look at me because I speak my mind
Pre-existing alliance aiming towards the win. One last breath until the end. Impulsive triggers silence life,
Why are you trying to knock me down?I am expressing myself!The world needs to know that this is me!
I feel like the decades have hitten a rough path. Seeing people my age or even younger, acting like maniacs. YOLO, has made things worse. Really? You didn't know you only live once?
In the short lapse between life and death, an individual is taught by society who to love and how to act. It angers me that so many people follow what they are told.
I want you to know that I can't breathe when you are around I want you to know that I'm suffocating in the capacity of our love; It constantly consume me And just as You tear down my branched breaths of air;
We teach tolerance. What a disgusting word. "Tolerate". A word that one spits out, like a bad taste you can't wash away. Better wash your hands, it makes you dirty.
Love has rusted away
I sit here so simply under the cottonwood trees Resting and wondering, What's out there for me? A world so vast and so much to see Yet I remain under the cottonwood trees
Today I woke up feeling grateful And for what? I don't have the fanciest clothes, nor the richest house
Of all the world we live in and all the time we have been given, we have yet to find our sage. Lack of wisdom, originality, kindness, and individuality and way to much consumption in this day of age.
Easily, everyday becomes every other day, always becomes maybe, then our love becomes astray.
I went to school today.Isn't that what you wanted?You told me I shouldn't hide myself away in my bedroom and to instead make friends with the world.But when I walked into the classroom
Why is life so unfair?
I am a silver minnowI hover then dart resolutelytowards nothing in particularSuch violent, sharp-edged (e)motiononly to float silently once moresuspended in a muted hourAnticipating the next thrash
They tell me I’ve changed for the worse. My true beauty grabbed her attention, my personality captured her heart. My eyes caught hers. My mind made her wonder. My past made her hold me closer.
If you could be the next thing you see Would you do it? Would you take your chances as a bumble bee Or would you rather just forget it? Life is too short to stay the same Even if you're great.
Why can't you be a few steps away? Instead of looking at your eyes I'm looking at the phone Instead of hearing your words I'm reading them Let's travel through the air to meet each other in the sky
Looking for grants and scholorshipsGetting ready for college is tough stuffBut the path is paved!
what was that? no, no you're right. i shouldn't be walking down the hall this late. if at all possible, you might not mention this to mom and dad. it's just i saw a shadow on the wall
Imagine if money knew it's place Or we didn't know money If the bottom line never risked a life That the greater good was not the greater profit If our corporate sponsors would stop it Money is blinding
If i had the power to change a thing- no matter how big or small what would it be? it would be nothing at all.How would we know what love is if we havent experienced the hate?
Slippery green leaves
What job do I want to make words flow off a page or make healthy well
Everyday we pass, Everywhere we see,
In this world we call Earth, There are many things that need to change. Homelessness and discrimination Are just a couple to name. Narrow minded people Should just mind their own business
Take a look at the street; beyond all decorated walls of freedoms and liberties. Remove one coat of brittle paint; you’ll see what’s underneath. Fingers trapped in lapping gunge. Don’t touch, pretend.
Change, to make different, says Merriam-Webster. What would I? I'd change the thing on front of my head, under my hair, above my neck. If I changed my face,
As I write this I am sitting in my world... It is where I always like to be When thoughts are flowing This place makes me aware that I am finite It is here that troubles diminish for me.
My Father, No longer. No more My Uncle. My mother, Who is she? Good bye Wittenberg. What ditch is this, life?!
A fly in my chest or a hornet in my head. I feel some emotions blossoming while others I have found dead. No longer biting my tongue, I let pent up intoxication loose. I try to be me
Theres been this change in the air;Gradual-yes
I'm sitting here in the midst of it all, And wishing that I'd never took the fall. I'm hoping that you're somewhere happy, While I'm saying that I hope your life's crappy. This is my revolution of letting go.
What happens to a growing friendship? Does it build up
Different. People. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Get up again. And again. Class. Gross food. Friends. Parties. Boys. Homework. Study. Finals.
Education has stopped being about the students If this insults you and you think we should apologize for our rudeness Then we are glad we have grasped your attention
If your layin in your beddwellin on worthless and dead ,wordsthat are painted red, when they've already been said, . . .still layin there in your bed . . .
I love you and you love me too our relation binds us close. We may not want but time ahead
Don't try, Don't care, Hate. Be honest, be sincere, don't lie. Kill them with the truth.
From the time we are born, we learn. We learn to walk, speak, eat. We learn right from wrong.
Car crashes, live thrashes, not knowing who to hate. Time stopping. Heart dropping, not knowing the path to take. Giving up. Screw up. Hating who doesn't believe. Life changing. Breath taking loving those that hate you.
The curriculum is based on the standards No time to find yourself or to get passed them The teachers have rules That we have to follow
If music is a choice, why can't gym be a choice? If art is a choice, why can't gym be a choice? What if some of us are not physically inclined? Just like some of us are not artistic?
I'm tired of the routine that follows my day It's the same things over and over she say I want to be that change to motivate myself To be exactly what my momma has praised about Its life yanno, and I get that
We danced in the rain soaking wet We were bathed by the heavens A fresh start for a new place a new summer a new us We mastered the slides and slid down the slopes shouting
butterfly , my butterfly fly away. why do you insist on staying. soar this world as you are ment to be. you need to for once open your wings.
Changed. To be different from the world. To be different from the people around you. Surrounding you. Crowding you. Changed. To be free. To live your life your way. No one can control you. Because you're...Changed. For the better and the worse.
These hands They shall mold this world's greatness These eyes They shall envision the world I wish to see These lips They shall speak life into this world's hopes and dreams This face
Being trapped inside a small cage Not being able to give in an opionon But be slaved to listen to the long unbarebly whispers I hear, but do not speak Because when I do They feel me as a burden
Today we're going to learn about life We're not learning the y and x axis But to sign by the x for taxes Lets not talk about literary devices
I must admit I am quite compelled,This path doesn't seem to fit me,Wondering now if I can turn around,Trying to make sense of this,Intoxicated ,Oh these stories they kill me,
With so many paths that manifest beneath my feet, How can I find myself crumpled like a letter that was never meant to be sent? I wonder what would have happened if we never did meet.
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.
It’s all up to me. It has always been up to me, to become anything, But I want to flee like a banshee to the Dead Sea To step away from my life and not have answer the question: “What do you want to be?”
Changes. Some good, some bad. From green leaves to brightly airbrushed orange, a crooked smile to a smile worth smiling for, from being a child to becoming an adult. These are good changes. But with everything good comes a bad.
What do you want to see changed in your classroom or school? Teachers that are worthless that don't care that don't help and make no difference in students. Students that dress slutty
We all make themSome are without thoughtSome harder than othersSome hold onto us and grant sleepless nightsEven after they are made we struggle with their impact
Tiny rivulets are winding down our fleshy canvas; those tears may abide by the laws of gravity, but we never were one to follow the rules.
A transformation. Unnoticed but yet, aware. The beauty in change. As the green leaves turn
Teachers are the brains of this society Basking in education, nearly causing themselves to solidify Just to extend their brains to teach others how to qualify
Typical dork Sneaky,geeky Tutor, poet, plays chess Inside a normal teenager Misunderstood
I want to change my stars, I'd rearrange the heavens just to hide my scars. With this desparate need for the right directions, i have strayed from my past intentions. I let the flame fizzly out,
Tick Tock. I don't have time for this.
Im behind these cold bars can no longer see the stars the only sound i hear is the wind pushing into the cars. Although not, i feel alone the pressure filled inside me is pressing against my dome
Teenage years coming to an end Happier days to come, my friend It's finally college time Ready for the change Title changes from kid to adult Exactly what we were waiting for
I ask myself "who do you want to be?"/ Be the best emcee making hella money?/ Or become the lyricist who can make a few funnies/ Act like a dummy but impress with my cunning/ My vocab isn’t that great/
F**k the old me, I’m the new me, a past life full of groupies/ Controlled by tv and movies, "b***hes and money" is what I need, see my greed?/ Sex was to join the cool kids, sit at their table, and power enabled/
I’m trying to find something to base my life upon,Something in this strange world that goes on and on. As the years go by and time fades away, What were considered the good days are now filled with dismay.
Right now it is hard. I do not know what to do. I feel confused, time abused. I should have known that when you fly you need somewhere to land. And when you touch a hot stove, you will always burn your hand.
Did you know that the backwords spelling of the word saggin is the word niggas? Well, isn't that something. It's a bit ironic because the world has embraced both terms with open arms like a mother
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
Take me out to play Take me out to write Do not delay I am in the lime light My words dripped down In my genes it does rain I am a writer in this town Words I have slain
When the world is spinning A bit too fast And as much as you try Your heart’s path comes last And you remember the days Of trying so hard to try To follow those dreams
When will the world change? When its too late and we"re all outside of the gate. We're so easy to judge so easy to fight instead of trying to change a wrong to a right.Theres people living in riches while others are living under bridges.
The sun casts its blinding rays onto the snow-covered ground to create a glittering reflection that has always reminded me of broken mirror shards.
I just want to learn to open my mind And absorb whats inside so tonight I lie With a deep thriving drive To explore and expand what 's mines Before the cage bird dies
LIFE is a canvas your CHOICES are your paintbrushes your EXPERIENCES are your brushstrokes your parents and mentors give you tools and society pencils in guidelines
(poems go here)Things come and go, We sit and stare out the window. Thinking what we’ll miss, And would it be different if we hadn’t kiss. One day there, here, and the next gone,
Momma said "boy be a doctor to take care of my problems when I'm old." Momma said "boy be a lawyer to take care of the problems of the Unrepresented and the poor"
Slaves, abuse, mistreatment, no love But still our ancestors looked at the man above Beatings, hard labor, being hurt like second nature Working day in and day out all day long
This very moment is passing. I can feel the train car reeling, my thoughts are dipping into aged funds trying to maintain a sense of routine. That remainder of comfort, familiar clothes,
Seasons come and go Sceneries change over time Nothing stays the same A change in time, a change in place A change in jobs, a change in pace Change your style or change your friends
I need a smile on my face, a shot to chase was wearing a crown, but now its fallen down a bad choice for one day, changed my life forever and always. Yes it took two, but it only takes one to be smart
Changes Three hundred sixty five days go by And people go in and out as swiftly As the wind blows high. It begins with the frigid blank sheet of snowflakes Of every kind, Ice blue hearts surrounding
I talked to God and said, "I'm ready for a new beginning"A new beginning where my dreams and wishes come trueA new beginning where I'm loved for who I amA path where I know I can
The day came and went The time went to fast I thought I knew when Knew when it would all end Changes keep coming Time keeps passing It gets harder by the day Knowing you can't listen
Im on a roller coaster It starts off slow, climbing, climbing Higher and Higher, I see the blue sky above me Just out of reach, but growing closer and closer
Things are changing Can't you tell? Life is moving, more and more Tyrants are leaving, so are soldiers But whether its for the best... Nobody knows Times are changing Can't you see?