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Cracked but not broken
Poison, wrote and spoken
Ripped but not torn
A child of god i was born
Not dead but numb
I pray on my knees thumb to thumb
Hoping for the streght
There is hope for another day,
A chance to learn from past mistakes,
A chance to let a smile fill your face,
A chance to let sunlight shine your way.
There is hope for clear, blue skies,
No one said that this was going to be easy, but it is something that you know you have to do,
And when you first embark on this journey it can be difficult because you do not have a clue.
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I find my motivation in meKnowing that I could be better pushes meAnd knowing that everyone else is tryna beSomething they can't, like a Salvador Dali memoryMy persistence is on another level
There's something on my mind I want to tell you.
Why have me if you knew you would fail me?
Then have the audacity to want the praise a parent gets.
You don't understand the hurt you caused us.
You can't make it up.
Do you know that feeling?
Like when an app on your phone updates automatically.
When you scroll through your phone you get this subtle feeling.
That something is different.
Not better or worse.
It’s the sigh of relief after you hold your breath.
Growth.
Suffocating because I chose to be rooted to my problems.
Growth.
we were kids, kids in love
no cares in the world, it was just us.
Us against the world you would say
but I had to grow up.
Still my thoughts of you come late at night.
we were kids, kids in love
no cares in the world, it was just us.
Us against the world you would say
but I had to grow up.
Still my thoughts of you come late at night.
There came a point last year when I realized I've grown;
I wasn't the same person that walked through the front doors freshman year;
It was as if the narative of my life had taken a different tone;
I always knew my aunt was a fighter
Since she was a little girl she had been fighting for her life, suffering in health, but exceeding in everything else
To the monster inside of me,
You’ve had your fun,
You thought you prevailed,
You thought you had won.
I never thought it would end,
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
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
Everything you went through,
It is okay,
All the pain, the feeling of being worthless,
It was okay,
Sitting in the dark drowning in your tears,
It is alright,
Hurting yourself to ease out the hurting,
As I sit on the dusty dugout bench,
I already know what it means.
The varsity coach approaches me
trying his hardest to avoid eye contact
but I already know what hes going to say.
B L I N D
I see the way he looks at her
He wants her
He would brighten her
The perfect two
Oh, joy!
Like they were matched
Meant to be
But,
She's too blind!
Being recruited is a wild ride, the coach told me that I would get a full ride,
Now comes the papers showing he lied, paying 11k would kill my pride,
The world is not mine
It never was, and never will be
I am an infinite speck on the horizon
Who is finally dedicating their life
Today is the day
The rest of my life begins.
God has blessed me
With the ability to see today.
It is my day to
Right my wrongs.
Close your eyes.
Imagine for a moment you wake up because someone is screaming;
Imagine that he or she is begging for help;
Imagine how the tears fill up your eyes,
When you realize that there's nothing you can do.
"Don't you dare forget the sun, love"
That's what the song said.
Then the question remains of why?
Why do those words mean so much to me?
Why do they haunt my mind?
The answer is the sunshine.
everything i write lately has been nothing but pain
but i fail to notice all the flowers
growing from the rain
i see the storm
not the cleanse
i see a new beginning
as the end
There is something to be said
about dragging dead weight
through a claustrophobic hall
way -every day- with
nothing but the bags on your back
I used to be frail
In athletics I always had to bail
because my strength would fail
Now i am stronger
I can run much longer
and there isnt an obstacle that i cant conquer.
I used to be alone
we are born alone
we live alone
we are nothing
we are just a gang
a gang of lonely hearts are we
we may be happy now
we show no care
for those who care
getting tucked into bed
kisses goodnight
telling stories
turning on nightlights
being told "i love you"
before they close the door
care with the flu
a broken house
runaway dad
Searching I found it
The thing I seek
Good times, or bad times
I will never share it
While the drum is beating,
I’ve still got air.
There a bullet in my heart
It gets better they say.
Time and time again when they are not in the positon to care what really happens.
I just want to be an inspration
To those with a dedication
To become better then what they were yesterday
only to realize that your most important days are the day you are born
and the day you find out why
To K.
She started off a as normal girl
didn't know about the cruel sad world
Spent her time picking flowers
Who the heck are you to tell me I’m wrong? How can you be so sure that the song I sing is out of tune?
Sometimes it occurs to me
That everything I struggle with
Is because of you
You will never wear a welcome mat
As well as the porch steps
And now I struggle
To answer my front door
Crying doesn’t solve problems
But it will make you feel better
That’s why we cry on others’ shoulders
That’s why our pillow is soaked at night
That’s why the next day we can smile
HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT
JUST THINK
ABOUT WHAT'S NEXT, WHAT COULD BE
ALL BEFORE YOU BLINK...
THE TIME IT FLIES
WAITS FOR NO ONE, HEARD MY CRIES
AS SHE CRIES, "CATCH UP WITH ME, I WONT WAIT LONG!"
I miss the days where we could be carefree. No bills. No anger of any real sort. No stress. No money to worry about managing. But that was a world we lived in as children. Young and unaware of the World's true colors.
When my grandmother first said “those” three words to my grandfather,
she said them by tossing a pinch of salt over her shoulder at their wedding.
When I first really said them, they were to myself as an apology
Whats the point of faking a smile?
when in all reality your miserable inside
people call you selfish for wanting to die
but your whole life you've faked the smile
so they don't feel guilt
There is no better race,
Everyone is of equal taste
In the eyes of God.
It doesn't matter what you are.
Asian or hispanic,
White or black,
People are all the same.
To the poet who uses words to explore,
to you who thinks you know more,
you manipulate a bondage of words to stage,
I the historial who studies the past,
He lifts me up even when I deserve to have fallen
I constantly seek this faith and he guides me to my calling
He is an awesome God with plans for my better
He is my shelter in stormy weather
She goes by no name. Nor has any friends. She sits alone watching everyone else smile and laugh.
Sometimes he breaks me apart
But he’s always there to put me back together
Sometimes he makes my heart hurt
But he always puts a bandaid on it after
Sometimes he makes me cry
Why would you just stand and watch?
What if it was your friend or family?
Feeling emotionally lost.
Feeling as if no one is there.
Feeling embarassed.
I sit at night, watching the stars
Dreaming of a world without scars
No hate or frears
No war or tears
A world where no one lies
A world where no one dies
Someone asked me the other day,
What would I change if I had the say?
It took me a while but I figured it out --
if I could change anything
I'd steal all our mouths.
Shadows I see, self loathing, self harming, suicidal thoughts is all I'll ever be.
No one will ever want me, he was right
The monster that came into my room to get me every night
I’m on the verge of setting free
of all the pretty things left inside me
does that scare you?
If I could change the World
It would be for the Better
No more hurt ,no more pain,
No more war, or breakups
No more crying, No more Death
People would see who they are
Girls would like themselves
I look at my reflection
I see a teen
I am happy
I look to the people around me
I see the teens
They are not happy
I vow to help
To better the teens
I study in class
A little girl of such young age
No choice while being restrained
Molested and abused
Raped and used
Sexuality that defines her
Body weight that reminds her
A fathers disappearance blinds her
Jr.High.
Through the halls, head held high,
making fun of kids of many types.
Just for fun?
Just for kicks?
I couldn't really tell you why.
The laughs
I got, for rude comments I made,
Ba-bum…Ba-bum
The core
Of my inspirations
Beats
As it demands
To escape its
Cave
Yet it loves
Me
It loves the
Hollow
Box
Wrapped in
Silky, smooth
Stuck in the dark, so bland and dry.Tired of remarks, so full of lies.Shutting it out, yet in it seeps.Without a doubt, too many emotions to keep.
I need to get better
I HAVE to get better
but why?
I need to get better for my sister
for my mom
for my dad
People may walk by
But it doesn't mean you have to.
When someone is in need
It is the time to distiguish yourself.
The little difference to helping to not
Will make you the better person in this world.
I run for me, and not for you.
It's time to improve myself, and be the person I want to be.
I lift because it makes me stronger, and gives me power.
Every muscle cramp fuels me to go harder.
My body aches. I sweat.
My muscles hurt. I sweat.
Exersice causes me to sweat
I sweat out my pains, and my fears
I sweat, to feel.
They say suicide
Is a selfish act.
Although I never could fathom why
When it is so difficult to acquire the help one needs
For when problems are spoken
And cold words form in the warm air
Support, another name for a friend.
Something that you really haven't been.
Instead of trying to see through my eyes
All you do is sit there and criticize.
Watch the rain drizzle downIt threatens to ne'er endBut all wounds someday healAnd wings will always mend
Fitness is more than a way to shed fat and pounds
It is more than being healthy and active
It is more than trying to extend your life and live it healthily
What is fitness to me?
Fitness is a life style
Whats a person to do when their down in the dumps?
When is it time to stop all the cryin' and suck it all up?
When do you tell someone they need to just laugh?
What should you do if theirs no response to "Whadup?"?
I pray that love sets me free and though im blinded by hate, love overcomes me.
I pray that one day I learn to live so that I wont be afraid to die and that there remains many reasons in this world for which I will never have to cry.
Little stream through the woods
How sad and lonely you must be
Tired too though many can’t see
You fight and fight to make it through
And one day when you finally do
In the big ocean you will be
You look up at me wishing your lives would change, sometimes with tears in your eyes, other times angry with hearts full of hate. I listen to your dreams and hopes every night and can't help but wander what it is to dream, to love, to live.
I believe that you're special.
I believe that when you hear my voice you smile.
I believe that your heart skips when you see me.
I believe you love me.
I believe that you know you were wrong.
Pouting like a baby, who was just told no.
Trying to maintaining your composure, so you don't explode.
Turn your head from me, so i wouldn't know.
But i can see, tell me what's happening.
This world around me is shattering.
Ever so slowly
Piece by piece
They crack and fall.
To reveal something ugly
Something broken.
I know it started with a cry.
Bright light in my eyes—a breath, my parent’s sighs.
They said “welcome to the world,”
Our world.
I’d come to know it, soon enough.
To me the world began small.
If you don't watch,
I promise to slip out the back when
no one's looking
never return.
I'll find a mushroom and a magic rabbit
and spiral down a hole to Hell--
or was it
Wonderland...?
Thoughts- they can either be a bad thing or a good thing.
What happens when those thoughts involve a potential burial 6 feet under.
I'll tell you what happens, those thoughts turn into visual scenarios.
I wonder what its like
to be happy
to be someone who isn't me
to be normal
to not have these thoughts
to be able to just "fit in"
just one of those people who's there
who every one likes
My world is damaged, my world it bleeds,
It’s been infected, corrupted, and battered to a “tee”.
It cries, it begs, it screams out of pain,
And unless something changes, it will die in vain.
Don’t Give Up On Me
Don’t give up on me
I’ll lend a hand and meet you halfway
We will stand by each other’s side day by day
Hold you close and hold you near; please never be afraid to whisper to me your biggest fear
I’m a master, a pastor, a preacher of time.
Don’t get it twisted, I’ve got humility and empathy,
I’m not saying I’m the best,
But I’ve learned, done, and forgotten more than the next.
One mind
Incapable of Change
Like a paper airplane
making the same folds
since you've been this old
Unable to watch it sore
From the fears it'll crash into the floor.
You make it seem so sure
I was cute when I was four till I was abandon and forgotten
now theirs hate, mistreating and rejection started to become common
I hate when people ask about my parent's its to awkward
Going to class shoelaces untied and I don’t mind,
Got my head down, headphones in, walking a straight line,
Keep moving forward without a doubt leave the past behind,
I know it hurts,
The pain deep inside,
I know how you feel
But time will heal,
Please don’t let go,
Keep fighting,
Please don’t give up,
Keep fighting,
You’ve come too far to just let it go,
Bent over sweating,
breathing with intention,
fluid running down your face,
desire pumping through your veins.
only looking forward, but not further than tomorrow,
exhaustion is on its way,
I just want to change someones state of mind.
Everyday brings me one step closer to being outta time.
I'm sick and tired of everyone acting like this is such a crime.
Maybe if you weren't your own enemy and had a open mind,
Fast cars, fast planes, designer jeans
You're dreamin' of fortune and fame
Complain, complain, complain
That's all we really do
That man on the corner is starving
Who knew?
