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snowy hills come alivereflecting the glow from our firelightcatching the stars in the skyi hope i have a good dream tonight since it's just you and me - the two of us-we've got just one shot, so i've got to trustwe can work together, you and medon
All it takes is one moment,
On second,
One thought
You don't have to want to. . .
Because all it takes
Is to feel like you have to
All it takes is one hand,
One voice,
Roses are black,
Violets are blue,
Like the hue of my skin
Since I got stuck on you.
Your soul is still black,
My heart is still blue,
But I got away,
I hope they do too.
I realize that I am no longer just imagining it, but I am there
I am living in it and not just living- thriving.
Taking in the scenery around me I realize
I realize that I am no longer just imagining it, but I am there
I am living in it and not just living- thriving.
Taking in the scenery around me I realize
In the dead of the night
When no one is near
My misery flows freely
And I'm just wishing
Wishing someone would hear
You changed the narrative
Shifted the blame
Oh my darling dear
Can't you see
Who the villain is here?
2 years
It's been two years now.
Two years of hiding scars and razor blades,
Two years of food deprivation and self-hate,
I hug myself close,
Hoping that I can pull my
Scattered pieces closer.
I hold myself tighter,
Afraid that if I let go,
The door opens
And he steps in,
Asks advice,
"Never mind"
And he's gone again
The door opens
And she steps in,
Asks advice
"Never mind"
And she's gone again
I close my eyes
and see a thousand worlds
Made up of pictures tastes and
handpicked words
When my hands rest against
The lettered keys
I write myself into
a lucid dream
My masked that's concealed by my yearning hands
That shine through the narrow cracks of my fingers
What is that bright light on the other side of my walls
That I refuse to open up
Replace a with e and c with d,
T to k and o to p.
M’s will all be changed to y’s
And b’s will suddenly be i’s.
A simple poem with simple rules,
Yet follow them and chaos ensues.
Wake up in the mornin'.
Suddenly, I'm in a dream.
Everything looks so real.
What could this mean?
I get up, look around.
My face turns into a frown.
My heart starts racing.
I lay in a room, feeling nothing. The dim light of the moon shines threw the window,
I lay there in silence. Where did my worries go? I wonder to myself. Life is empty,
though meaningful.
Whitman you bastard, WHERE IS THE HEART?
To hell with the spiders and to hell with the arts!
My filament is gone and I have forgotten my part.
Rain droplets fell large and pure from the clouds above.
Those become snowflakes.
Droplets fell continuesly and soundlessly
with time and efforts.
Some of them are toxic that fell
to be wicked and unclean.
From the narrowest sliver of space
Caught between roof and tree
The moon is shining brightly
Through my window to me,
So bright, so fair, so proud it shines
For the briefest glimpse of time
Judgment circles
Starring, giggling, pointing
Criticism blasted at those who differ than they
Inner Struggle
breaking, crying, stressing
Self love starting to bubble from within me
Bubble pops
Poem Story: 1
Black and blue, like starlightA boxer wins the fight of his life.Thru the ropes he goes homeTo hold his wife, of so long.
Lipstick stains on a collar,Wine stains on her Sunday best,They teach it’s the blood of her LordSo she counts herself as blessed.
I stare down to the highway
The back lights bleed yellow through the night blue
Like stars
time is like sand
it slips right through your fingers.
you can hold on
and squeeze as tight as you can
but in the end
it slips right through your fingers
time is like sand
it slips right through your fingers.
you can hold on
and squeeze as tight as you can
but in the end
it slips right through your fingers
Everything we have,
My grandmother says,
We owe to the rain—
I think less of her name,
Less of our history,
What is pain
Pain is a state of mind
Pain is the after effects of a haunting
The weight of a world watching you
With a life on the sea
Pirates hardly ever see
The beautiful pie
The Pizza pie!
Anchovies, pineapples, mushrooms galore
You are an ocean I promised myself I wouldn't get lost in, but I went into this with no compass, no map, and no intention of asking for directions.
The Mountain tall,
It stands with pride.
It soars with trees upon its side,
A pointing shard,
Her Standing guard.
Waiting there below his Bride.
Without rules,
Without restrictions,
No need for a guide or a handbook,
Life would be simple.
The birds would sing,
A beautiful song,
Wrapped in the comfort of their nests,
The first time I saw you, you meant nothing to meThe second time I saw you I forgot your nameIt's been eight months since I first met youYou have been very good for me
All the times I shouldn't have said sorry:1 year old: I apologize for being a mistake you made. I must get used to anger that never dissipates.
Hands placed on a unclean slate. Clans faced off and deaths happening at a unreal rate.Bodies lay quietly upon the ground, shoddy warn down knives all around.
But you creeped up on me,
Silently.
You enveloped me in your arms,
Holding me in a tight embrace.
Promise me you'll never let go.
I look in her eyes
I have never met someone
Who made me feel the way
The early morning sun
And the splashing waves
On white sandy beaches
Make me feel
Until I saw into her eyes
she was stuck in a tower
yet nobody came
long gone, the dragon had left
yet nobody came
she heard of princes and more
yet nobody came
so she gave up on the prince
and somebody came
Even if I closed my eyelids,
Splattered streaks of various colours,
Binding the painting together, he bids.
Even if I close my eyelids,
The cooing of his words as he writes
Love is wanting to be next to someone more than you want to be alive,
but even more so, you want them to be happy.
My body's in school,
My brain's still in bed,
And my soul went to Hell without me.
Throughout my life I've felt alone,
Depressed, never was impressed with life,
'Till what I have is gone,
My feelings were always messed,
Then I started write, and realized maybe I've been wrong,
My lips are blue,
The color of skies and sadness.
But nothing can rid me of this hue,
Or save me from the madness.
My hands are numb,
The first ray of light
at the break of
dawn
The sunrise seeking
out of the
clouds
The sunset slowly drifting
away from the
horizon
With a knife like wind
I too shall sweep into you
And cut what's most dear.
I see all of these poems,
Lengthy,
Tall.
But they win.
They get all of the Scholarships.
And I write short poems.
Simple,
They take up one page, max.
Is my style too short?
some people strike oil when they dig deep
for me it was words
each time a drill bit hit
me, bored a hole
in my soul with unkind words,
unwant, I wrote,
to have some form of pain that
These mountains carve deep and break the surface of my skin
Press down on my fragile veins
They burst with ease and suddenly I am free.
A spectrum streams from my body
My skin begins to breathe
your hand filled mineas I strode down the streettowards a night of mundane debauchery.you a hologram, still only22, straw blonde hair glowing,luminescent.
There’s one thing in my life that is dear and ethereal
And that dear and ethereal thing is called cereal.
Mornings and nights, without a doubt
I long to write but the words never seem to empty out of my hands onto the paper. my emotions are dwindling into nothing and it scares me half to death to think of a time when I might become a shell of my former self.
If ever I should be alone,
A simple, thoughtful creed
Is all I'll need to hold my own:
That I am all I'll need.
An expert in the foresta predator at best
Bright orange against the deep greenlanguage narrowed to growls
Sharp canines ready to eatSpeed and precision their friends
Fierce they seem towards each otherThey are the most loyal of animals
Always together like a familyNever traveling alone
They depend on each other for survival
Being unique is no crimeIt just shows who you really are
'Different' people are people who truly understandthe meaning of this world
Nobody is like anotherWhoever said we are
Love fulfills the air
Excitment rushes the animals
After pain and hardship, newborns are here
Curiosity is our energy
For Spring is full of happiness
Cold is the only word to describethe beauty of the ice snow.
It's hand is wrapped around usfor only a few months
White accompanies the stormsof this dreadful, beautiful time
Don't run fromDon't lash out at somebody else
Accept them as they areNever forget why they are there
As sudden as they may beNo matter how hard we push them away
Laugh if you wantI wouldn't care if you knew me
Hit me hardI deserve the hate and resentment
Say mean thingsEven though not an ounce is true
Break my heartIt is already broken beyond repair
You can not tell me I'm short,
I'm just lacking in inches.
It's rude to ask me if I showered,
rather ask me what that stench is.
Duration means nothing
Being first means nothing
Getting to the finish line does
So short and sweet
and so Simply put
Am I artistic?Do I fit the description?Am I sufficient?Do you fux with it?This style I'm developingDo I have talent?Why am I asking?Rhetorical questioningThe third time around
My finger tips, cold
Touch bare chest
My heart beat, loud
Frozen in time
Arms grabbed me, forcfully
I had no choice
I looked away, tears
Blurred my vision
You use to look at me the way you look at her,
and I use to love it,
Like I use to love you,
but now I just miss you.
It's was easier to stop loving you,
Than it is to stop missing you,
I miss you sometimes,
When I think about you.
I think about you sometimes,
When I'm lonely.
I get lonely sometimes,
When my friends abandon me.
I named my brain Frank Sheer.
Hello. I am Frank.
I live in your head. I make you do this, and make you do that;
We both like sandwich spread! I know who you miss; and I also concentrate when you crap!
I'm here to sleep
like America is today
never to speak
Just follow a path one way
who needs art
when you're molded like clay
Rip out the part
that we wish would stay
None of these words are worthy of release.
I'm tripping over book quotes and lines from movies that I've seen.
I'm tangled in tropes and old worn out cliches.
I’m short.
Really?
Are you SERIOUS?
I NEVER noticed!
Thank you for informing me.
I was hoping 5’ 3” would be tall enough
to reach the cupboard
Without standing on my toes
i am short
i wonder if i will become tall
i hear that it is empowering
towering over others
When will people start to care?All around them wrongs are being doneA poem here, a poem thereI now think that people try to stay dumb
I cry a lot, don't you?
I trust people too easily
I'm trusting you.
I forget things a lot, don't you?
I lie to people too easily
I'm not lying to you.
I locked the door behind me
And as I sat on the toilet seat
I looked down at my feet
Red, from the lack of heat
I began remisicing on memories
Bur it wasn't long until I was done
FAT, TUBBY, BIG, CHUBBY, SLOPPY, GROSS, SMELLY
All depictions of a full woman portrayed upon the television of society
Blinded by our true beauty, so let me regulate for a moment
Black is the color that describe my past
And the color of who I am
But what black is not
Is also who I am
Bright, with a mind that think right
With different shades that show my true might
Wickedness comes, it comes in the forms of Drug's, Greed, Envy, Lust, Glutonany, Pride, Gloth, Rath, Lie and Steal. So many fall under the wicked spell and lose sight of everything they have right in front of them without even realizing it.
Dreams can be BIG!
Dreams can be small.
Some can be short,
Or very, very, tall.
For young and old,
For the brave and bold.
For every boy,
And every girl.
Let's all dream very BIG!
There is no human “norm”
Black ink writing forget-me-not notes on your skin,
You’ll hear future melodies
Where people dance euphorically exhausted
Dousing pale cheeks with spirit heated
She was beauty
her curves were delicious
the way her clothes stuck to her skin
whispering to them
She walked with a dropped head
she didn't know
every step she took
She left the room breathless
people will never recognized a simple girl.
who is like other girls, simple as a paper flower.
who really is nothing compare to the real flowers.
whose color and petals are different from others.
My shadow's a Sequoyah, so tall and big,
But I'm just a twig.
It's branches extend,
While mine just bend.
Trunk kept erect by skinny roots,
Body kept standing by fragile shoots.
It's glory undaunted,
The peddels to the bike were stiff because of that cold morning
Gears groaned as the wheels roatated, stuggling to find its rythem
I was behind my friends,
but then again I was always behind my friends.
Lets kiss the sun goodbye
and fly through the night
the air's cold as ice
i hope you wont mind
just take my hand, hold real tight
dont let go, grip for your life
trust me please, and i'll take a bite
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.
I can't make you change
I can't make you love
I can't make you be who you were
I can't make you be everything
I can't make you love me
Make me believe
Make me trust
Will you walk away?
Would you walk on by
If I ignored you now
would you say goodbye?
Would you tell me it's not me you love anymore
If I asked you to
Will you stay?
Let's make this last forever
You're so Delerious
Let's be serious
It's you and me
Take what you want
All of me
I have what I need
All of you
Take off your clothes
Dreams DreamingWritten by Adam M. SnowDreams dreaming,awake nor asleep.A worldly escape-lies true true lies.
Merry-go-round DreamsWritten by Adam M. SnowMerry-go-round dreams;round and round it goes.In a cloudy scene,
You said to me, "I am Lost"
So I etched the constellations
in every freckled part of my skin,
so you would always know where you came from
when you traced your fingers across my hips.
They aren't just scars
They are demons
I fought at 00:00
They are my insecurities
My deepest fear
And my lonely nights
They are my insults
I have recieved and the
Emotion I can't contain
You are the music of my heart,
Each beat mistaken for a murmur,
By every tone-deaf stethoscope,
But I hear the melody.
Your tuning harmonizes with mine,
Making the very scales jealous,
And outside, life Is cold.
The trees are as bare as my bones are hollow,
and through the chains over my window
I can see the world outside-
Moving.
It's all still moving, without me.
I just wanna go back
Cause I feel like I’m in a trap
I swear it felt like a heart attack
Like I fell off track
Brothers and sisters, cousins and friends,
Are the only ones who will truly stay till the end
Say what you want, and say what you will,
We both know that they are the ones there still
Attention...
Writing is different,
so stop being imcompetent;
leaving behind useless memories.
Listen to what comes out of your mouth!
You all sound like bunch of hounds!
Remember, write for reason.
Every night...
Senses show smite;
Cut Clean Clever Closure.
I dare you to drive down dusk demise...
yet nobody knows the prize!
A mite mind might miss minutes...
before realizing its coexistence.
Stupitity done intentionally with well execution in the joke makes me laugh.
I've tried to write long poems that will show up in SATs and other standardized tests but I can't
Then I realized something
I'm not meant to be complex
I'm not a poet of code language
This darkened hour pulls upon the deep scars. Hidden in plain sight, the smiles seem to cover the pain.
this morning tonight,
preparing to what is set forth,maybe destiny;
i speak to the light,
crying and weeping, unknowingly pressing forward hastily;
maybe one day i'll know, no; be
Simple beauty is hidden to those with cloudy eyes filled with visions of perfect ladies.
Through blurry eyes she views the beauty of the world, yet those who see clear see an abyss of nothing.
An escalation of emotion is not relevant in every situation you may face.
Air to wind
Water to Waves
Pure to Sinned
Cradles to Graves
Crawl to Walk
Walk to Run
Silence to Talk
Night to Sun
One to Two
Peace to War
What makes you?
As I sit in this car--
I see toilet somewhere far--
And I hope with all my might,
mom will get there soon so I can go!
All my life I've felt alone, forgotten, unnoticed
Yes I have my family but their love only goes so far
To be loved truly and wholely by another, is but a dream for me
I've always been alone
I always wanted go to Mars,
So I can see the view,
Or maybe I can glance at the stars,
To wish upon a star that’s true.
Why stand alone when the battle is nearly won
Why stand alone eventho the odds are against your will
Sweet lost silly
Puerile Poetry
I make because I am so young and
Pathetically infatuated
I was lost in the details
And the devil was there
We spoke at length
The small talk was fair
I don't know where the sky is
is it above or in my head?
I do know I'll follow it
every moment 'til I'm dead
Red light from our sinking star
fills the setting sky,
must it be that every night
the lovely sun must die?
Sometimes there's the little dreams,
"Yes please," & "No thank you,"'s
That stick, only breaking open when you pull hard enough:
-Pop!-
Breaking open air,
And allow you that single second to remember-
Living like life is short
Almost always gets you in trouble
Untimely action gives timely punishment
Goodly action gives strange rewards
Having strength to speak plainly often does little for you
Did you ever wish you can turn back time
To that one scene in your life.
When listening to your head just didn’t seem right?
Your delicate touch...It sends me through the skies.Though I may collapse,You are my cure.
Cure me, O thy love, Of thy pains and sufferings...Cure me...Your hatred drags me down.
It’s interesting to think about congruence.Two of the same down to the last detail.There is a novelty to this that is just out of my grasp.I fear I will always be slightly obtuse.Angles all wrong.
To begin something, with a blank mind
to begin somthing, where only time
can tell you if it's what you thought
only time spent, to figure what you've bought.
Most people never begin,
Poeticinsecuritieshauntingunbrokendreams in placesdeep beneaththe wavesof electrolytespulsingthrougheach brandnew idea.
Let love not be just an impassioned flameDark like charcoal in a matter of daysFleeting birds escaping, his misled aimSomething so exaggerated in plays
How many years has its been since you gave birth to yours truly?
We've had our ups and downs, many times, but I've kept you in mind lovingly.
I know that I haven't been the perfect child, but honestly
Don't listen if you don't want to hear.
Don't watch if you don't want to see.
You find pain amusing?
I'll push you down a flight of stairs.
Hear me laugh.
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I once fell in love with a dreamer
He exhumed me from the grave
I was digging myself.
Love was breathed into my hollow lungs
Oh, how I hung on so dearly to those arms,
pulling me out of my own grave.
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
I sigh in wet clouds stumbling,
shedding rain from my tongue
and snowflakes from my teeth.
Storms slip, rings from my lips:
my churning kisses to the earth.
