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In life there are moments where it can bring you in the need to scream your pain existence.
The fire in you the passion that generates you gets tested
The rug gets pulled from underneath and all you have left is yourself.
The simple things
She wished on little things
Fine things, good things
Honestly just something
Something to help with the fighting
Give a little power to the lightning
More stamina to the running
Never be afraid to be who you are.
You are beautiful,
And you are so smart.
You are brave and true,
And you are unbreakable.
Never question your self-worth.
Whoever says different
I'm still learning to love
I'm still learning to speak
I'm still getting to know you
-;;;-
I'm still shy though my character says otherwise.
What’s the point of life?
Why continue through the strife?
I’ll tell you, I almost died:
Fear nearly ate me up inside;
Her eyes wander in utter forlorn
Wandering across the ink that adorns her face in blotched stains of red
Crying rivers of disgust as her clouds are evident through the fake pigment she hides behind
I suddenly have difficulty breathing as my throat begins to close,
Everyone around me is looking at me, but no one here fully knows.
That being in an unconventional environment is a trigger for me,
Every day I force myself to think the same thoughts
To feel the same feelings
that I am worthless
that I am ugly
That I am fat
There’s something in the water
Just below the surface
Every time I look away it glimmers.
A gentle splash
Lapping of water on the hull of my leaky boat.
I am not worth your time,
Not worth your love
Your affection
Your effort
Your praise
Your care
Entering a relationship at a young age
can feel like starting a new page.
Rushing something that is special
can cause it to not be sentimental.
I had a smile to give you but I hesitated
I waited until you looked away and then all the sudden my smile snuck out of the back door of my mind and then there was nothing
I waited
Love is a song, the most tender kind.
A gentle stroke of give and take.
A feeling of confusion, an adrenaline rush coursing through your veins.
Sixteen years, eight months, & two-hundred twenty days.
Though it feels like time continues to fade away,
what you have taught me throughout my life always stay.
Why is it that we love sweet nothings in our ears?
Nothings and empty promises from those we hold dear?
In all the broken, tumbling chaos that is,
Don't we want something stronger than this?
“They lied to me!”
She screams to herself.
They promised!
That they would be there for her.
She is
that bright array of sun-kissed color out in a field of green,
orange and red and purple hues growing for no reason at all.
She is
Heels on
Makeup done
Dress on
Picture posted
I'm here
Move out of the way
I'm gonna blow your mind
I'm gonna crush this tonight
Look out world
Here I come
My poetry is a farce
through which I feign brilliance.
I am of nothing,
nothing remdeemable.
Only triviality
constitutes my blood.
That of which we do not speak
comprises my flesh.
I love me,
I am worthy,
I am beautiful,
You breathed in those words from 8,
And again at 10,
As if saying it enough,
Saying it hard enough,
Dear Person, I thought I knew,
The day we met I was at my best, life was full and my heart was beating out of my chest,
It is because I love you, that these very things I do are all for you.
When the lights are dim and your watery eyes too unfocused to see what is right before you
Because i love you,
I let you walk all over me.
I forgave your infidelity.
I gave you my heart,
you replaced it with yours.
“Because I love you, you should stay.
You should ignore whatever they’ve told you.
I love you, don’t listen to them.
I know I hurt you.
I remember.
I remember the fears.
I remember the confusion.
I remember the pain.
I especially remember the lonliness.
I remember the tears.
I remember the depression.
I remember the disdain.
My worth
Is filled within dark circles
Bubbled in with
Soft lead
Nothing outside the lines
My worth
Is sometimes expressed as
A number
First, 27
Then, 29
I wasn't meant to be beautifulI wasn't meant for the pleasing of your eyesor the stirring of your inner loveI am meant to set a fire beneath youto make you quake in your boots
I reached out to the sun, but he burned me
No matter how I approached, I was scorched.
The sun seemed to burn brighter each day for months
I wanted to be close, to feel the warmth
Worthless, you say?
Well, Almost, but not quite
It takes some grammar
To make that right
You see, "worthless"
Spelling withal,
Is declaring you lack
any worth at all
Unbelonging
Creatures of the night
Winding
Untaming
Unraveling
Sweetening
Climbing
Creatures of the trees
Flighting
Picking
Breezing
Unholding
Ungoing
no matter what you say or do
it will never be
enough
not what they're looking for
so your feelings,
they're ignored
they're a lie
just like you
just because you're a liar too
Searching, yearning, hoping
For an answer besides war.
A war being fought
All for one.
Constant if's and possibilities unknown being done
All for one.
Lives being threatened behind the shadows
Words slapped me in the face
With their crimson fury
Without hesitation I let them envelop me
Watering myself in a shower of emotion
Materialism
A word descriptive of our current society
A generation that's become submissive to this culture.
Numb to everyone else's feeling or thoughts yet
I hope you look in the mirror one day
and stand tall and proud
with your wonderful face
and beautiful eyes.
I hope you look at yourself with so much love
that the world around you can feel it radiating
sense of purpose,
sense of worth
a thought of my impact
on this earth.
not sure why
or what purpose i serve,
but i know i'll make a difference
in this fallen, broken world
the things i have seen
and the things i have experienced
have shaped my soul
into my own unique shape
that is unlike anyone else's.
i may be a square,
or a rectangle or hexagon,
A world where the very beings that dewll in it, only exist in a realm of inauthenticity. A filter.
Everywhere I glance, I find a pit of indecency. The urge to acquire the highest level of popularity.
I've found it hard to wake up many morningsBecause I wondered what good it'd be;To struggle with the thought of never beingAs perfect as the people that I see.
The mirror cracks
with broken glass
unable to hold
the lies that are told
everything plastic
thought as attractive
the soulless has worth
we're told to convert
what is to live
you love to call me thick
that must be a slick way to tell me to lose weight .
You tell me to put salad on my plate .
I heard you World , to be honest .
This pound cake is too good and it already on my plate .
Have it all
from my head to my feet
no matter how tall
reach up and take me
I am yours
you are mine
the God who changed
water to wine
even in a blink of an eye
V Doubt
O Fills every corner of my mind
I Whispers
I Dark words of unending peril. Failure
I Hope
The body pops every Saturday.
It starts around 10 or 11 pm, and it doesn't stop until the party gets shut down.
She twerks. She goes. She gets it. She bad.
I don't know who these musicians be talking about, but me?
Oh shepherd of three-odd billion years
bring 3’oclock coffee for its paragon
For the light slants at an angle at this hour
it is redshifting, in the atmospheric ether
my scars tell me
you're too much
you'll never be enough
you're not pretty enough
you're never going to be good enough
and for awhile I let my scars define me
Imagine a world of no conflictNo anger, no murder, no war
A world of respect
Where the color of your skin doesn’t matterWhere which side of the tracks you grew upon makes no change
What would be the price of a life?
How would one measure the price of a life?
Would it be based on the physical condition and the person's appearance?
Or on their personality?
Worth: by Eric Inglis.
Orange, red, and yellow leaves
rustle and bustle across the this lot
flying through the air
as well as bouncing on the pavement
Beauty is unreachable
Love is just a game
Lies become believable
Others thrive off of our pain
His love was coveted.
I wasn't.
His love was exactly the song I wanted to sing; the beat I wanted to dance to.
He was everything.
I was nothing.
We are all just brown paper bags carrying around the mysteries of the world, some may be of sweet delight and others may be as bitter and undesirable as the person that carries it.
Tales like foxtails pepper my mind
And I find that naked the wind hurts
But clothed not so much.
Orange light passes slowly on; as a slow brook passes an even slower traveler on his melancholy way through life.
Two minutes of silence,
Five hundred beating hearts;
Five hundred minds are spinning,
Trying to connect the dots.
Mountains still tower over us,
And trees sparkle in the breeze.
I have found you in this small room, neatly tucked away in the closet so no one can see you.
Never have I seen a body tremble so rapidly. Much like the movements of a leaf when it takes off in its autumn wind.
To move on is to grow;
We must take this as fact.
To see is to know;
We mustn't think only after we act.
Can we change the way we’re living before it consumes and devours all that contains meaning within us?
