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When I was young the steps were clear
The path to success was so close, so near
As I grow older these puzzle pieces once so big begin to zoom out
I think I’m growing
I’m not sure
I’m aware of my lack of direction in this world
I want to grow
I feel the time begin to tick
The black matter in me continues to grow
I feel it continue to spread all around
This nervousness, fear, and hystericalness
That continues to go around me, surrounding
I will achieve my dreams
I will achieve all A’s
I will beat the numbers
I hold my future in my hands
Will I cultivate it to flourish or die?
This time will not be like the others, and this time I mean what I say,
Because I have already seen it play out, and I will not let it end the same way.
the mirror
a place filled transparency
he said
but i saw it
a place of refflection
looking through self
seeing the personality we created
Why am I being shamed for caring about you?
You said I was the reason you were mentally unstable
I was the reason you cried yourself to sleep
You have it all wrong
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where nobody is perfect
And nothing is always correct.
Welcome Home
Sometimes I feel like I don't give myself the credit that I deserve,
Because I always get back on track when things get tough, when others would not have the nerve.
" MOON LIGHT" 🥀🥀
We living as stars . ✨ But only we don't fall, all night ball, like stars ✨ we own all night under the moon 🎑
light, charging my Star light. I wanna shine bright .
This back and fourth bullshit from you is something that I told myself I would never deal with,
But I decided that when it comes to you, I can't deal with it anymore, and I have decided to plead the fifth.
Femme, tu étais si belle. Tu étais si jolie
Tu étais si polie, si jeune et pleine de vie
Tu étais si magnifique. Tu étais si gentille
I keep it sublimely real not living in a rush. Cos future belongs to me. I live to make better thangs and make thangs better. Reality the only place I go. Nothang had my prudent pen, but to poured out some naked truth. I live 4 all I am.
Aimez, aimez maintenant
Aujourd'hui, pas demain
Oubliez le chagrin
Arrêtez de demander comment
Arrêtez de vous questionner
Nas prateleiras dos supermercados
Durante o dia inteiro está
Durante o ano inteiro a vida inteira está
O acelerado progresso da burrice humana.
Blues about clues about moos with nothing but a scene of touch and the sixth sense of the sensation.
You're youngYou're strongTime will crumbleTime will humbleYou, You and you.
You're beautifulYou're powerfulTime will fadeTime will get ridOf you and you.
It took me a long time to realize how much holding on to the past destroys you,
Because you never allow yourself to see things from another point of view.
It took me a long time to realize how much holding on to the past destroys you,
Because you never allow yourself to see things from another point of view.
It took me a long time to realize, but I have finally learned a lot about you,
And that even though I thought you were different, your actions told me that you areexactly the same by the things that you do.
The future calls like an owl at night
At first I heard it and it gave me a fright
I’d never want to lose sight
Of the vision it gave me in the fading light
It took me a long time to realize that we all have things in our pasts that we are not proud of,
But in a strange way, maybe these hard times are actually gifts that are sent from above.
It’s midnight now
I’m holding your hand on a porch that hasn’t been built yet.
Standing by a tree not yet grown
I know someday is coming
Someday
But it’s midnight now
Missing you
kissing you
seeing you
being with you
Laughing with you
laughing at you
playing and dancing with you
seeing stars with you
pushing bars with you
Had to pick up the piecesTo mend a broken heartSo I put myself out thereMade a brand new startDownloaded the appFilled out my bioThen selected "submit"Said "here we go...".(Chorus)
The first draft of our first poetry assignment for Creative Writing this semester.
Mostly uploading for comparison purposes once I finish the retooled workshop-ready version.
Dated: 09/08/2021
Where does the future lie?i’m afraid someday the future will die.why does the future lieto the race of humanitywho will eventually kill it?
In losing, but still finding
In finding, feeling lostness
In dreams achieved, you’ll notice
The unavoidable abyss
The chasm of the chase: ever yearning, never sate
I Was Asked Today To Write A Poem...
About Todays’ Tech Age And The String of PROBLEMS That It Now SUSTAINS...
From Men To Women To Those... Teenaged...
A Piece of Wordplay Can BARELY EXPLAIN... !!!
It’s Really CRAZY How We Communicate Now... ?!?
From Behind A Mask To Simply Ask...
A Question About A Daily Task And That’s Just The Start... !!!
From DIFFERENT ROOMS We Now Claim To ZOOM... ?!?
Now I Come From That... “ GOLDEN ERA "... !!!
Where Agendas Had NO TERROR... !!!
When Girlies Went For Fellas... !!!
And When Wine Was Kept In Cellars...
WITHOUT Visions of Marcellus... !!!!
In These Days And Times It Seems That Minds Are Inclined...
To Plead IGNORANCE When It Comes To The Plans of These Government Clans...
So Are Dipping Their Heads That’s Right... IN THE SAND... !!!
Okay It’s Fair To Suggest That My Poems...
Cast Out A Very BIG NET... !!!
That Causes UPSET To IGNORANT Men...
As Well As YES... Women... !!!
But DON'T BLAME ME If The CAP Fits YOUR Head... !!!
So.... “Just How Far Ahead, Is All of This New Tech ?”...
Because It’s Now Become Something That STUNS Like... TASER Guns... !!!
That Tech Heads Suggest Is A Way To Progress Humanity’s Ends...
I wonder what I am
What I may be
What I will become
What I may cease to know
What I may cease to love
Is there oblivion in the distance coming nearer
Waiting for you is something I do
Not knowing when our hearts will meet
Talking to God and praying for you
To be humble and meek
I’m sure you seek Him daily
Through song and His word
Here you are again,
wandering around the block,
with that smile you use to pretend
not being caught up in your thoughts.
Here you are again,
but now, you're being brave.
Notions pervade your brain,
PERSISTENCE
You may be
getting little
or even none
today, but
belie'e me,
you soon
gonna be
getting plenty
that way if you
ain't quit
someday.
THE FUTURE IS BORN
Bury the past behind, live the life of the current moment.
Love the
moment and
cherish the
present time,
can only
hope' for
tomorrow
but is uncertain.
"YOU COULD DO BETTER EXPLORE MORE"
You know
you can do
better.
Explore more!
You
are
limitless,
unstoppable
and
unlimited.
Now When It Comes To MY VERSE...
I’ve Been Putting In Work For A LONG TIME Now... !!!
UNLIKE These JERKS Whose Verse Deserves...
To Walk With A Hearse And Be Left UNDERGROUND... !!!
Because It’s DEAD... !!!
I found a box in the attic,
It was covered in dust.
It's label said "Dreams,
I'd been forced to give up."
I collapsed to the floor.
As old wounds did appear.
As a page of a book.
AFRICA
I Pondered
What's African
Time.⌚
I came to
realization,
why Africa
is yet
lacking
behind.
Damn.
Not everyone
is
meant to see
your
glory. Some
came
to just learn your
story.
Some come
and goes in hurry.
this world
seem like
adventure. So
No past failure
ever stops you
from Moving on
again. Today try
improving
your
skills
in
order to
enhance your
chances of
Winning, life
ends when
we halt dreaming.
Absolutely
a lover
man,
ain't a
player,
somethang
must kill
a man,
from the
heart of
c9fm reaching
out boom
brother LilTunechi
balling better
man.
I wish I be a winner, for I've came a long way & still I got so far to go being a racer.
Ride all day I think I lost my way. But love on my mind ain't a player.
It Seems That Folks SHOULD PREPARE... !!!
For This Phrase I Now Share That Clearly Will SCARE... !!!
For Heads Now Aware...
That The World May Be Heading Into A NIGHTMARE...
DYSTOPIAN... YEAH... !!!
We are the generation
In which the world has
Placed its trust onto.
We are the future.
They've been saying this
Since we were only children.
It's all up to us.
So What Would You Say If You Had The Chance...
To Speak To YOURSELF In Your Younger Days... ?!?
Without us, I lived as though I didnt give 2 fucks.
There was no we, no possibility of an us.
There was silence, no arguing, no bickering, no cussin', no fuss.
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.
I’m A... Marshal of Reality Verse...
So REMOVE The ABSURD...
From The Words of Big Virge... !!!
F a r a w a y m o o nas a young childI could see your smiletaste your cheesesee your old mantouch you with my finger.
it feels so easy to let the world slip away.
old friends pass like water
through shriveled fingertips
on aching, time-shorn hands.
the evergreen forest outside brick walls
My family not being proud of me
My friend loosing her life over a cheater
Moving to Texas to leave everything behind
To be depressed, weak, and unatural
Not seeing my father again
So The Forecast Today...
I’m AFRAID... Is For Reigns...
The Reign of New Tech....
And Reigns of IGNORANCE... !!!
The future is mine.
With the present stress,
I promise it will be fine,
In the future I see success.
Now is the time to start,
I want a future that is both yours and mine.
I want to have dinner parties on the porch and drink wine while the twinkle lights shine.
Okay So Now They Say That It’s NOT 5G... !!!
That’s Part of The Spread of This Corona Disease... ?!?
So Who Exactly …
Are We Supposed To Believe... ?
The Likes of... David Icke... !?!
I Really Think ...
That What’s Happening ...
Can Bring Good Things... !!!
Like MORE Thinking And LESS HATING... !!!
Because In These Days Why Would You Embrace...
Ideas of Race Hate When You Are Forced To...
Okay Okay ...
So It’s Time For A Change ...
And A System Upgrade ...
ALL Because of This Corona Strain ...
That’s Causing People PAIN ... !!!
Today I am so happy to be free
So happy I can follow my dreams
I see now what that meant by what I did yesterday would affect me today
In a future worldWhere life turns to a gameNobody can feel sadness, nobody can feel painEveryone is blinded, happyand choked up on "magic" pillsWe'll have the same amount of children, cars
I thought I came very far
Until I met you
I thought I rose very high
Until I met you
At first I had no fear
But I turned into a horrible person
Anyone can fall once
I can't give up now
I wish I could look at the ocean and see the waves crashing against the shore, but I can't.Instead I see the plastic polluting our oceans.
I think about sea creatures dying.
Ya Know ... Big Virge Words...
Are Built To Merge With ... " The Purge "...
As In The Flick That TRULY IS ... SICK... !!!
But Here's The Trick...
This Flick Has Some TWISTS That May Well PREDICT ...
Shiver down your spine,
Voices on a cold breeze that blows over the hills.
You said you'd stay for them, for me
Please make me a promise, make us a promise.
They talk about the view from halfway down
I want to read an entire library.
I want to write letters to close aquaintances in cursive, signed "sincerely."
I want to look up at the night sky and know exactly what star formations I'm looking at.
The future is fraught with danger and delight.
Of things that will come and of things that only might.
All that is determined by what we do tonight.
By the choices we make, be them wrong or right.
Feeling like your in a box and have no where to go
Feeling like you are stuck and have no thoughts
Looking for light to find you not realizing you have to imagine the light yourself
Edge of time I stand
in silence watching
the coming of the end
high in space
in a speed a light
take flight
as my tent fades away
it was my vehicle my ship
undress to find a little rest
A bubbling, welling surge of words
A trickling creek of sounds
A soft drip of movement
A new hope,
The first floating note of an unknown song
Looking ahead, there’s so much the world holds for us
Pain and sadness, success and joy
Jubilant days and depressing nights
All depending on how long our hearts beat
I look to the left
I see my man
He holds
Our feline tricksters,
To the right
My family
Smiling brightly,
In front of me
My hopes and dreams
The unkown mysteries of the Future.
Not one soul is aware of what is to come,
not one soul is prepared for the change.
Yet we all will reach the Future in the end.
These scary secrets infront of us
Have you ever taken a moment
To look at that bright planet
Hanging in the night sky that they
Tell you was once a place
We called home?
Your eyes are soft when I tell you where I am going.
"I'm proud of you," you say, and to me it sounds like heaven.
The words linger on your lips, tasting of ambrosia.
Dear future self:
I am you from the past.
That's an odd thought;
Right now,
as I write this,
I am in my prime.
I am the best I have ever been
But I am only a version of you.
I want summer by a blue lake and a small, dusty bookstore to work at.
I want an apartment with a corner devoted to all my books, and I want new friends I won’t understand how I lived without.
Outside, the rays of sunshine that glide through the green canopies of river birch trees
And land on me, a three-year-old filled with glee
To be called upon by a force of art
Requires strength challenging to possess.
To create and contribute to this force and its atmosphere
Dear The Future,
I hope you're beautiful
I hope you're bright
I hope I'm happy
and made it through the night
I hope I've met her and I hope we're happy
and god I hope she's the one
A mother watches her childBlindLooking to his futureHer time is his, but not all of his time is hersWaiting
Inspiration has to be courted,
But, like a person infatuated,
I lack patience.
I am easily frustrated
By the lack of her favor, but
Patiently wading,
holding onto my mind
through the storm.
Every person has a day,
over time,
the day has got to come.
Embrace a grind, we won't
have to grind
for long.
You ready
I'm ready
You ready
I'm ready
Ok
I'm Mr.Freeze because I'm in an icebox
I freeze up on stage I'll die of shock
Future
Here I am
Standing at the edge
Of this great world
Staring down
Past the bright stars
Into the greenness of it
The Eagle
Swooping, soaring, over branches
And under sun.
Silent, graceful, over branches
And under the sun.
No one else may hold my gaze as you do.
My heart is always longing for your love.
It comes to my body, you haven't a clue;
A dazzling Gleam of wonderous joy
Such a dangerous yet entertaining toy
The fire dances a whimsical jig
It leaps and sparks and grows to be big.
Man needs fire as fire needs fuel
I’m not really much of a poet
But know I can talk about a lot of crooked mess
Cuz u never know what you’re really capable of
Until you’re put thru the right test.
The Norns are fear and ignorance and hate.
We kneel to them and so portend our fate.
Below the world, our refuse feeds the well
Of misery and pain by which they dwell.
An old Man lies dying
In the cradle of his birth.
Choking, Burning.
His breath grows shallow,
And his eyes fade dim.
In doom, he is
When your past is unforgiving,
Your future is unspoken,
And your present in unbearable,
Just remember I am here for you
In our world .. .. ..
If you keep in touch with it,
you can feel others bleed.
You can see what they see.
It’s not make believe
Some cry climate change Other's say they're deranged.As the conflict evolvesAll our lives are involved.Who's right or who's wrong?What's the difference?
One day, I’d like to go
In search of my past,
Of the memories
Of a misspent youth;
I cry for my souvenirs,
I dream of a beautiful future,
Where I can atone
I sit here thinking about tomorrows,And all the evenings I'll be asleep.I'll sit and watch the stars go be,Sitting here alone with me.
I draw faces in the sand.
Against the grainy, coarse complexion, of this rocky shoreline,
my twelve year old hands are barely able to caputre the essence of president Obama's
It ended in our first and it started in our last,
many of us called it our “second chance”,
but there was a catch.
Each day we would become younger than
Upon this dusty track I roam to see what I will see
What will come and what has been, all that time brings
And on this trip I laid my sight on an old worn memory
Of two children who were young and full of innocence
Sparkling eyes and tender flesh are shielded from the world in a tight hug.
A photograph captures my father’s love.
Pre-K to graduating high school and I never really settled on what I wanted to do. I felt embarrassed and stupid for not knowing what would become of me. All my friends and classmates were ecstatic and had plans for the future.
Once upon a Time, the sky was always blue
Once upon a Time, life has an external hue
Once upon a Time, everything was forever
Once upon a Time, the world was better
Upon this time, the world's not as divine
Do we ever think about the things we create? The small things and the large things that we drag with us through time, the phases that we promoted that we thought would last forever in our minds
You see, When I take a moment and look back. Back at all the moments in my past, I see all the dreams I've left behind. All the scenes I left unseen and I think, I think "where did the time go?" When I close my eyes and listen, Just listen to you
You take my breath away, my dear
No one else has managed such a feat
I am not easily impressed, yet my jaw is in your ocean
Tonight, it’s the future that keeps me up,
rapping at my head like a madman.
He reaches out his hand, ever slowly
Like a snake finding its way to my weakness
Once, I played alone in my head,
Not a worry in sight.
That was a distance memory,
A dream I think back on while lying alone in the dark.
What that really me?
That carefree little girl
When I was younger I would always complain how I wanted to be an adult
In result I realized that was the last thing I wanted to do
Until I was fourteen I felt fine--
Good, great, and better than
I ever knew I could feel because in the moment,
As I get older
My eyes get wider
I can see the world
As its meant to be seen
The world is cold and dark
The new is bleak and stark
As I understand more
My hopes grow dim
I could no longer order off a kid’s menu at a sea resort
Now that I was ten
It seemed almost tragic then
To have my childhood cut short
Never to be seen again.
A train don't seem to go that fast,
from far away.
Perhaps I should stand back a bit further.
Wouldn't want it to catch up.
I won’t be meeting you any time soon...
I wish it were this easy to say.
I wish it were this easy to avoid.
I wish it were this easy to hold to my word.
When You dig a hole, where does the dirt go?
And do You dig it fast or do You dig it slow?
In the end, a hole is a hole
But once You are in, it is time to console.
To get out of the hole, here is a clue:
Am I Good Enough? My dreams are not in the clouds They are right in front of me I see them vividly All my aspirations and goalsCollege, lawyer, politicianIt seems so simple. But am I brave enough to reach out in front and grab the future Will I dr
Am I Good Enough? My dreams are not in the clouds They are right in front of me I see them vividly All my aspirations and goalsCollege, lawyer, politicianIt seems so simple. But am I brave enough to reach out in front and grab the future Will I dr
He came in a blink and immediately caught my eye
I began to fear my feelings, because I was scared you would say bye
The worry that filled me was diminished to nothing by my soul
I was hanging on by a thread,
Fear grasped on to me
I hyperventilated, thinking of it made me sweat.
I was never strong enough,
Bold enough,
Courageous enough,
To leave the cage I was bound to.
Afraid
Afraid of clowns, afraid of spiders, afraid of the dark
Afraid of the world
No, no something much worse
Afraid of the future
Afraid of the change
Afraid to grow
Pressure, Pressure is what looms over me.
Growing up with sense and some type of task,
Forced to be the best I can be.
School covers the face of stress with a mask.
"The only thing we have to fear, is fear itself,"
The great Teddy Roosevelt bellowed.
But why can't we fear anything else?
What is so wrong about fear?
She laid snugly in her bed
as if she had nothing to do.
She peered out her glass window
You think you are out there all alone, you are not meant to be alone.
Your heart is not made of stone, but your will is that of stone.
The voices inside on and on they drone, but you are alive and not a drone.
To follow the right path,
I had to leave my old life
I will come back
Even though it was difficult to decide.
I was scared
Will you all be alright without me?
I was prepared
You will see
I am high and low
I wonder who I really am
I hear myself saying I’m alright
I see a struggle I don’t know if i can pass
I want for my friends not to have to worry
We are offended by things so temporary,
Things that will soon cease to be.
We are offended by those who are offended
But they too will be gone, don’t you see?
Night and day come and go, media abounded.
School. Absolutely not.
"GO" I heard Him say
So Large
Too Large
"GO"
Lonely brain in an extroverted body
"GO"
I went.
Wait...
She likes the same things as me?
Days of youth containing cheerful screaming,
Hours of running and spreading laughter
Are jointly held through the room of dreaming
The place that we take care and look after
fear is powerful
fear is a driving force in our lives
it can bring us together
it can divide us
it is our one great motivator
fear tells us what we can do
fear tells us what we can't do
I challenged my future to a staring contest
My eyes bore holes into the dark unknown
The balance of time has caused my unrest
So I gaze at the void until my will runs low.
Time will tell when I give up the game
Sometimes, I imagine what it would
be like to be bedridden
or dead.
Morbid, but possible, someday.
I am grateful the future
is not in my hands.
Layers of mixture
You build them up
Over and over and
Bake at high temperatures.
Each part merges:
A chemical change that can't be undone.
I learned that in school.
Springs under pressure:
pushed deep,
they rise up the highest.
But only if they keep on
pushing straight back.
My dreams have long been set,
Aspirations and ideas have been forming,
College, debt, stress and other things I'm not ready for yet
So many ideas inside my head swarming,
Like the sound of a million bees
how did I overcome one of my fears?/well, there were many days of failure./days of grief that destroyed me./days of sadness that buried me./days of darkness that blinded me./but, between the hurt,/the pain,/the suffering,/there were days of joy./d
In a stereotypical patriarchal society,
I would soon have wifely duties
and keep my mouth shut.
How boring.
"Your poor boyfriend," they say
because I remind him, in the future,
Even though the sky weeps with us today, tomorrow shares the warmth of sunshine and friendship, healing our sorrows in the light of rainbows.
Looming.
Ahead I plod.
I can’t see what the future holds.
Fear creeps in. Envelops and smothers me like smog.
Lead me! Hold my hand! I am afraid!
Deep Breath. One foot ahead of the other.
Perspective makes us active
that´s what outlooks does to you
isn´t that true
obviously you don´t have a clue
well now I argue
life is too short
to just always think and sink
into
I was born
Of a European Yew.
Its mighty bough had grown
Twisted and encrusted
With moss
In the garden of my great-great grandfather.
As he left his house for the final time
Do I want
It?
23, responsibility free
Single? (possibly ready to mingle)
Five years master (double major)
Beautiful disaster, double the wager
The doorman stood lanky and tallWith a suspicious eye that watched over allHe stood only three steps from me And I thought and I asked what it's like to be free
I must be cautious in the words i say;
I dream to be educated in every way.
To banish opression that keep us down;
To uplift whom feel submerged as if they drown.
I want to genuinely smile and have real friends that make me laugh..
Even more than that - I really want to get my life back on track...
But it's hard to have hope for the future - cause I just can't let go of the past....
When I am down
Deep in the pit
Clouded and surrounded by
Tears and anxieties
There is one person who can get me out.
I look, and I see her
Shining in the sun
She reaches out her hand
I don’t know you yet
But I know that you are beautiful
I don’t know if you’ve met my family
But I know that you are mine now
The mentor that never lives
But still is always arriving
With opportunities to give
It depends on whether I am striving
To take those chances given to me
The future is my mentor
Dear Future Me,
I know you’re struggling and bustling
Trying to build yourself up
Trying to give back to your past
Giving thanks to a job that inspired you
Trapped in my own tempest
You guided
Becoming my hope to safeness
I sailed
Turning my darkness to light
I travel
Someday,
Someday, I will be a representation of my generation because I will stand up for those within it.
Someday, I will be loving to everyone who feels unloved.
Her voice is soft like a songbird's first "good morning",
vibrato's as words pour into her leather bound fortress,
becomes a warrior, a missionary - maybe a bit of both;
a vortex of youth, passion, possibilities -
My fear of you has caused me to plan
I'm a super planner
I plan for parts of you I don't understand
My fear of you has caused me to work harder
My peers think I'm smarter
But I'm not
Whirr, click! Whirr, whirr, click!
Torque jerks gears and chains to life.
My Innovation.
Can you hear me?
Are you listening?
Good.
I just need to say thank you
Impossibly high social standards,
Cookie cutter people
Who try to force me
Into a cookie cutter shape -
A simple square,
Strive for science yet live for art
Mother teach me through practical and passionate experience
Help me allow them to bend and morph with my soul
You guide my choices and I follow through
My father, my father, how much you mean to me,
You’ve taught me how to be mature, and good as I can be,
You help me up when I fall down, and tell me I can do it,
You were the one from the start.
I knew it,
Because i could feel it in my heart.
You might get annoyed with my “big head”,
But nothing more can be said
A walk through the woods
On a cold Winter's Night,
Brought up such terrors
And gave quite a fright.
I stepped through a clearing
Bathed in Moonlight.
A large lump Beyond
Didn't look quite right.
Decisions to make
my future is here
but how can you know
what's true and dear
Spinning in circles
my minds in a jam
how would I know
what's the correct game plan
Reminiscing to learn from the past,
to live in nostalgia, it doesn't last.
The world's a stage, you're a part of the cast,
they say have patience, but the world is so fast,
to live in nostalgia, it doesn't last.
The childhood days fly past,
the dark future casts a shadow of fear upon me.
Each day I live without having a clear purpose,
hoping it will better.
I fight the voices in my head,
What we thought the Future would be.
Gargantuan ships
Dwarfing
Golden Arch bridges
What we thought
The future would be
I would rather you learn from my successes
than my mistakes
But I will have both
I would rather you strive towards my accomplishments
instead of trying to avoid my failures
They say STEM is the key to the future.
Not art
But as they fly by the seat of their pants
To far off stars,
To meet creatures from other worlds
They will have nothing
Nothing
Nothing to give.
The god awful sound of terror sweeps into your mind. You can't wake up from reality it keep you between your morality.
I'm only so young, everything's new I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
My mirror is a liar and a cheat. I look at the mirror and see that the reflection is not mine. I’m not as old as this man. His hair is greying and his beard is gray. He is wearing glasses just so he can see. Who is this man?
I never feel like I belong anywhere and I always feel as though I'm in someone else's space. I don't think this is the way I am suppose feel, I miss being secure and stable in the person I was.
In the future I will be strong
Someday I will be quick
In due course i will be perspicacious
In the future you will be weak
Someday you will be sluggish
In due course you will be unperceptive
He calls me grumpy pants because I wrinkle my nose
And yeah it's a pretty white thing to say
But the smile that seems to ascend into his face is worth it
Looking back at the tear-stained pages
Or the fantastical flurry
Or even the self-beating words of a young mind,
I find something sweet and fitting
In the art of permanence.
I never knew what it was like to feel whole.
There were always holes.
And that big, 10 letter D-word
Always hanging over me like a teetering sword.
Waiting any moment to collapse into pieces,
I am looking for you
My love
In every face
Is it you?
Are you the one?
I wait for you
Eagerly
I want to know
You
Look for me too
I look into my past through old poems.
each yellowing page
telling another story of that sadness;
dark and full of worry.
I read and learn from them now;
Angels wept the night he took me,
From where I lay helpless on the ground I thought I could hear them.
No one told me it would be okay, for long long after that day,
Many looked but few ever stayed to see.
Its been long night for my heartA long day for my soulIts burning desire to know what can’t be seenA mooring breeze with the sense of the fruitful cherry blossom Oh its beautiful, the savory flowers of spring and its sense of eternal youthfulness
it’s 2017
the closet doesn’t have a door
there’s still monsters inside
amongst binders and gender-neutral clothes
if you’re a millennial
Hurry up and cross the bridge to the future and leave the hell your in fast,
Before the fire consumes the bridge to your future and my past,
If you can't remember what they created,
And they speak of age – the elder years.
It’s always tomorrow. And tomorrow has not settled. Now,
Darkness, woe, and failure stench abound.
The cieling fan runs quietly,
The hound snores at the screen door.
I sit and I chat over coffee
With a guy who can be so much more.
I enjoy these afternoon conversations.
Every day
there’s a new tragedy
plaguing the headlines of newspapers and magazines
When did we forget how to love?
instead learn how to hate
Dear Future,
You scare me like the bottomlessness of the sea
But you excite me like the sunshine when is gently touches my face
You show signs of a great jounrey with wild and captivating advneture
Dear You,
The reader
the audience
the human whose eyes have caught
on these letters—yes, you—
Hello.
I hope this finds you well.
Life is hard, I know,
Dear Future,
How long did it take you to forget about your roots?
How long did it take you to let go of
childhood dreams in hopes of making adulthood so much more than it seems?
Dear future,
If only my eyes can wonder into the unknown
and unlock the mysteries to be known.
Why, you are a master at keeping secrets
and a bad person at letting them go.
It has been a few years since I’ve last talked to you.
You’ve slipped my mind as I lived and grew.
I write to you this poem of mine.
I hope that it’ll make it to you just fine.
Dear Life,
So far you tuaght me a lot of lessons
You told me stay calm and never start stressing
My childhood was the best days
Now I am growing up and I am learning things in different ways
Dear Future Me,
You have accomplished what you’ve said
you always wanted to do and become.
You were patient, you learned from others,
Dear Time,
When we first met, I was stricken
by your tall body, towering over mine.
Your silky whispers make me shy,
Backstory/Commentary:
This was written on May 5th, 2017, right on the cusp of me diving into a
relationship with my now ex,
At times I wonder
Where I'm headed in this world.
Where is my place?
In an office, the monotony of keyboards?
In a bus, a vagrant of burnt-out success?
Or among the stars above me,
Dear little girl, It's okay, no need to fear. You were meant to be here. Your contemplation and hesitation Don't let it cloud you; don't let it drown you.Just do what you do; be you. One day you'll have all the fun.One day you won't have
Dearest Father,
From my first breath to my first day of school
You were there for them both.
You held my hand and kissed my cheek,
And did what you could
To protect me from the harsh world.
Dear Violence,
I see you around the world
Spoken from mouths who do not even understand you
Dear Hate,
Lies come out of your mouth like a waterfall
Dear Past Me,
I'm sorry.
I'm so incredibly sorry
For what you went through,
For how you were treated.
You should have never accepted
What they were giving you.
I know life can be uneasy. It's not what it's always deemed to be, But you know that it can be, see, Your parents taught you all that you know,
To my past self,
for whom I feel the utmost
Pain
Pride
Peace.
If I met you now, I would break.
Let tears for you,
Let you find the warmth in me now,
Dear Sister,
The first time we met
You were 5
He was 7
I was 1
There were two sets of parents
One for y’all
One for me
Full sets, 2 in each
Dear my future self:
You were destined for much more
Better keep working hard
(From your overachieving high school self)
Next year I will be able to look at you and see a distant memory
All these broken pieces of you will be put back together
Still cracked and fragmented
But still one piece
Dear my love,
I saw you today, you spoke to me and my universe turned to align with yours.
I turned into the blushing bashful schoolgirl I though I would never be
Dear Future Jeff,
I have so many questions,
Don’t know where to start.
Are we keeping it together,
Or continuing to fall apart?
Right now, I’m really excited,
Not sure what to say.
Dear Purpose,
I am searching for you.
Day by day I walk by my mirror.
Side glances and momentary looks judge my exterior.
Day by day life gets more monotonous.
Dear Younger Me, with eyes so bright
Dreaming of the future all day and all night
Your fantasies soaring like eagles across the blue
Your imagination skipping like pebbles do
If I could offer this for the days ahead
Hey,
It has been a while
A while since you have sat down and took a breath.
You are reading this because you feel burdened,
maybe by something self-afflicted,
maybe by a matter of circumstance.
Dear Colored People,
Colored or not! We are people and should be treated as so.
Colored or not! I still have to take on the many challenges that come within a day.
Dear Future Self,
Now you're in your teen days
Which causes you to act many different ways
Many expressed emotions
Lost yourself
Dropped many friends
Became distant to others
Dear Old Me,
Hello back there.
It's me, your future self.
Go sit down,
Prepare to frown
But know it won't last long.
I know you are
So innocent,
Though you may be rotten.
Dear Future,
People ask about you everyday
They ask me where you are, what you’re doing these days.
I still don’t know
Dear Future Child,
Life is not easy, you are going to get kicked in every direction.
You will get lost, you will get confused, and you will not know what to do.
Dear Love of My Life.
You have my heart
yet not my name
You have my love
but not yet gained
Hey Future.
Did you know that this would happen to me?
That this kind of emotional and physical hurt
would slowly crash down on me
On that day -
Dear Future,
I yearn for the sensation of your reassuring caress,
the blazing star in the sullen space that is endless.
There’s a ghost in the front seat of my car
She’s twelve, maybe thirteen
And cries as much as I do
She remains quiet against the music, or as I talk
With green-gray doe eyes
As we grow older, our bedroom walls seem smaller,
our boundaries tighten, and our options become scarcer.
With every missed opportunity and every failure within our minds,
Dear Panthers,
It all is ending, fading away.
I want nothing more than to stay
In this moment with those I know,
But this town has no more space for us to grow.
Dear Future Man of My Dreams and Beyond,
How I cannot wait to meet
For we are tied with a red string of fate
The invisible bound of two fated lovers
to the girl i pushed away,
you and i could’ve been cosmic sky beams
we could’ve been one another’s worlds and more
Dear Future Self,
Do you remember the beat
The thumping of feet
Up and down the halls
In and out of classrooms
Dear 13-year-old Juliana,
Things will get better.
Slowly but surely, you will discover that you have anxiety,
Which explains why you are the way you are.
Dear my future self,
I hope you are doing well,
And that our spirit is strong and our bones are never frail.
I am but seventeen now,
So forgive me if this has an immature sound.
To a future where I may find peace
one lacking of counterfeit smiles replaced by the joys
of finally embracing one's true self
where wandering eyes no longer linger
because they too are in harmony
Dear Dubiety,
I wish to promulgate that poetry is not dead.
But the style... each breath is taken to be lost in an enchantment of idealist fallacies.
I am the main character in this story, and God is the narrator.
He writes my story with every adventure.
With every heartbreak, every tear and with every joyful moment.
He is creating every memory that I will never forget.
Once Upon A Time...
Forget us now each time we sleep,
An endless curse amongst us creeps,
You alone should break the spell
return us to from which we fell
To My Fellow Twenty-Somethings:
Oftentimes, the millennial generation --
The generation of which we are at the tail-end --
Gets a bad rep.
Dear Past Me,
It’s been a while,
Since I was so young and wouldn’t ceist my senseless smile.
With slouching back and drowned out eyes,
shaking skin and writhing.
"It will be okay!" they lie,
but they all no nothing.
Sleepless nights and restless days,
the looming feeling always stays,
Dear Future,
My kidnapper, you sicken me!
Hiding me in a room called my conscious.
All I see is darkness.
All I’ve ever seen is darkness.
dear future me,
what the future holds, i do not know, for there is still so much to learn
i know of so many feelings that i have yet to yearn
To the person I will share my first kiss with:
When I have my first kiss,
I hope it’s gentle and passionate all at once.
Dear Future Child(ren) I was only sixteen when I told your grandparents I never wanted to be like them.To start off on that note is probably the least positive I could've done, I'm aware.
Dear future me,
I wonder who you turned out to be…
You were always an anxious one
The type who’s too scared to have too much fun
You are a masterpiece;
Your smile soaks up the ink on the pictures
Produced by my camera, and I am at peace.
It shines brighter than the sun on a July afternoon
And then
I hear your laugh,
Dear future,
Life is beautiful, brilliant and glorious,
To be able to look outside and see the plants shake and the moon glow,
To breathe and watch nature's luxuriance,
Dear Past Me,
You are only just beginning a long and tiring journey
to find who you are and to let go of who you never truly were.
It is a journey that will wear you down to your core until you are struggling
Dear Younger Me,
Remember all those conversations we used to have?
And remember them walls?
Them walls were once memories.
What if them memories conspired into black masses of space?
If you were given a timer to the day of your death how would you spend the rest of your daysTrying to live life to the fullest with much hasteOr will you stay stuck in a daze
I walk paths that were paved long before my existence
Voices and laughter that once echoed for miles
are now replaced by the faint wind
The movement of my feet cause the dust
I wish I could know,
Know how things have changed.
Changed into you,
You, my future self.
Self fulfilling,
Fulfilling my dreams,
Dear College,
I've heard a lot about you.
People say you're great, a real relationship,
so much better than high school.
But I'm scared.
Really scared.
I can never know just what will happen
With my hour, my day, my year, my life
All uncertain, unknown. My mind lost in
Thought, about if I’ll hold a surgical knife
Because I love you
I became a better me
How can I love you properly
If I don't take care of myself
Because I love you
I prayed for you
So your spirit may be strong
because i love you
i only smile as i watch you tilt back the milk carton
white drops running down your chin
the lips softly parted.
i only smile even though
Dear Future Husband,
I didn't know you were looking for something, easier to swallow
But For years I watched my father walk over women
the feelingof You next to me
when You're in the room
or across the sea
est nonpareil
our love so ubiquitous
forces my blind eyes to realize
So walk
With me
And take my outstretched hand
And continue on
With me forever
To the ends of the land.
With each step
We take
Let us take it as one
For we are
Two bodies
The student is where you start.The ultimate level one always in your heart.It is the beginning of all goals.Goals that develop into roles.
Hello I don’t know your name yet
I hope that one day we know everything about each other
First thing’s first: I’m Sorry
I’m sorry for what you’re about to learn about me
Love is not tears
Manipulation or jeers
Nor is it lies and coercion.
Love does not hurt
Remember the times where we used to run wild
in the streets of our small town. Where we used
to be called the misfits of the day. Remember
when we felt the thrill of the wind through our hair
It is two in the morning when I feel your warm hands begin to massage my feet.
Two of us slumped over each other, tired-eyed, forgetting other life subsists
Because I Love You
Words on a paper, words on a screen,
A phrase said outloud.
Powerful when spoken, and hurtful when taken.
Let me be honest, I can’t really express it, and I don’t know how I should break it down
*Sigh*
But ‘cause of you and the things you did, I’m happy you’re not around
my day-dream dresses like you.
i just thought you ought to know;
nothing i am is true.
this stupid mask is all for show;
sometimes i can barely see through.
right now i can't even make the words flow,
You’re in my mind
You’re in my heart
You’re in my vein
You’re in my blood
You’re everywhere
I never want this to change
But, one day, I know it will
And here’s what I’ll do
I don’t know where we go on our first date,
Or why I say yes in the first place,
Or how I ask to do it again.
But I do because I think you are special.
He does not deserve you
And you deserve someone better.
You deserve someone
Who can see the fire in your eyes.
Isn't it crazy how everyone in this lifetime insipres and impacts others
Some way or somehow
Just saying a little compliment can make the difference between lonliness and appriciation
My family is constantly asking,
How many girls,
And how many boys,
I plan on having when I’m older and married.
I sit alone, think about somethingWhere is my life destined towards?Is it towards what I aspire forOr is it towards what I'm inspired forAll of us can cogitate about itBut no one can declare what is it
Someday sincere lips will brush against yours
And he won't leave
Someday you'll feel strength in your heart mind and body
You won't feel fatigue
Someday your mind will be clear
Knowing everything about your world
Seems to be a blessing, but is a curse.
Too much emotions for a single heart to hold.
An individual’s mind isn’t a purse,
That is able to be organized at will.
Tell me you love me
I'll say the same
Trust me with your heart
I'll trust you with mine
Never sugarcoat
And I'll do the same
Promise to never hurt me
Never raise a hand
you said you understood me;
you said once, that you cared.
you said the sky was my destiny.
and the stars, a crown in my hair.
you told me once, you loved me.
to the world it was declared.
Count the stars
the small latterns that line the sky
to help the moon light the path to tomorrow,
as you try and walk away the sorrows.
Wander aimlessly,
searching for something that is lost
Once upon a time
amidst the skies
within a metal tower out of many
a glass imprisonment incases a beauty
not a breath
not a flicker
WE are the children of America
The children of those who traveled land and sea.
The children of those who plowed fields and picked trees.
A girl grows up wanting to be beatiful and strong,
an innocent mind not carring any worries along.
She'll want to stand tall and be very smart,
but soon the troubles and bad days will start.
how do you write about silence?
how do you write about sadness?
was the silence broken by crying?
was the sadness broken: did it vanish?
how do you write about defiance?
how do you write about fear?
Inhale and exhale
We breathe, but better when we sleep.
And move, as though a boat set to sail.
I used to fear
What I didn't know
I used to worry
About my future
I used to cringe
At the thought of love
I used to think
All guys
Were the same
Then you
Came around
I opened a book..Of which had no title..Took a second look.. andAwakened a mind that was idle..
Remember dancing, tasting the present,
It as fleeting as our movements and our feet
Remember hugging, each other on days of sorrow,
Freeing feelings caged underneath
Our skin
"Standing Tall"
I walked behind you to the door
Your shirt flapped in the wind
You glanced backwards but let it fall
Behind the wood I was pinned
Why grades suck:
They do.
They’re irrelevant.
Yet they matter way too much.
I see a grand institution
Separate yet I'm still one of the gears
Smokestacks pouring out CO2 pollution
Been doing so for over 200 years
Enough, why don't we take the lead on clean green energy?
America the Great, or is it really so?
People crying and dying, realize no means no.
Rape culture, please do not touch me down there.
Terrorists? They're just people, don't be so scared.
Hear the sound of the passing wind,Watch the blazing sun of yesteryear.
The water rippled through the galaxy,I watch his back as he face the clouds.
There was a moment in time
When all was right
And everything rhymed
The sun shone bright
Cloud fluffs dotted a gradient blue sky
While a child was born into her father’s hands
I can't help but think of the moment
When my loved ones will be gone, it will be over
When I won't have a wall or cover
When I lose my final lover
The skies on my mind
My feet aren't on the ground
I'm too far ahead and time can't catch up with me
I've got it all planed out
My dreams are bigger than me
My dreams
Are keeping me fixed
Am I Brave, as they say?
Or do I continue for my fear
Of failing?
Equality, Individuality
Unity, Diversity
The archaic American Ideals
Dear
Whoever
Whoever you are from whenever and wherever
Yes you from the future who is sitting there reading this message from the past which is addressed to you directly
Sort of
We are the Foundation but,
The pigment of our skin determines our fate,
Whether we're worth a second thought before you attack,
You can’t win quite
As much as you lose
No- not a game, a talk, a song
Everything I’ve experienced
Has stuck with me like a dream
<p>Where flames of crimson </p> <p> Once graciously licked our homes </p> <p> Springs forth a new hope </p>
"Never again"
History's a cruel mystery
But how clever a pen
Cinema's sentiment's more cinnamon-sweet
We're amateur janitors just been sent in to sweep
Epilogue for a demagogue when we set him asleep
YEARS FROM NOW,
I hope everything is different, and everything is better.
I hope that people have faith in each other,
I hope people still communicate through the art of writing a letter,
Settling downward, the road’s early haze
Unable to see height of trees as I gaze
The world now shadowy, and dim, and shy
Seamless grey stretches across the chilled sky.
I am told to enjoy this last year,
And to remember every moment
Because there would be many I would hold dear.
But I became my own opponent.
March again; Revive; Awaken!Build atop what has been taken,Find your mantra, young disciple:"Do not tarry; carry on."
-
Growing up with my mom, hardly ever had a father figure.It was like I was the only one who ever saw the bigger picture.I grew up in New York with my mom in an apartment.My dad was a handy man who worked on anything from ceiling to floor carpet.I w
Everything is different but yet the same.
Some things are clearer, but others are blurred out dots in my brain.
My screams become bubbles floating up to meet the clouds
What happened?Everything started out fine.Happy.Wholesome.Good family fun.It gave me hope for a bright future.A hope that raised me up to a beautiful sky.Only to let me fallAnd watchMy dreams as theyD i e d . My hands burnedAnd blisteredIn a brigh
Asking when the right time is
To move on forward,
To leave behind things unbroken,
People not forgotten,
Actions never betraying a regretful tone,
May not be so hard after all.
In one year of agingI grow to be seniorthis status is not mentalI still have so far,to go. So far,have I comegreat distances traveledgreater obstacles climbedand the greatest people met. I follow otherslike waters to the moonsthe deepest ripples f
One year ago the school was bright
And dreams of the future kept me up at night
Thoughts of
"Where will I go?"
And "Who will I be?"
Dreaming,
Thinking,
Endlessly.
HE CHOSE HER
DIDN'T CHOOSE ME
A VERY ANGRY WOMAN
WAS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME?
I LOVED HIM
THROUGH THE YEARS
HE CAUSED ME PAIN
HE CAUSED ME TEARS.
HE LEFT ME WHEN
Time passing
slowly, slower, slower still
senior sweatshirts
caps and gowns
graduation gifts
beach days
each day a little slower
yet a little faster
COLLEGE
12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, this is how much time ive spent growing
all this time was spent knowing
who I am, what I want to achieve and what I want to be
a year can seem so vast
a year can seem so fast
Floating in the sea,
I’m happy
The familiarity of the ocean drowns me
with a feeling love
The sound of the waves
Floating in the sea,
I’m happy
The familiarity of the ocean drowns me
with a feeling love
The sound of the waves
“You’re a strong independent woman”
Man I wish that were true
I can barely think without it being of you
We never hugged, we never kissed
But oddly enough those are the things I miss
They prayed for you to succeed in all you do
But what are you supposed to do
When all you do
Is make people proud?
There is nothing that speaks to you
And they speak to you
For the future I am prepared
For the future I am also scared.
How do taxes work?
I do not know.
And in those swirling, hazy shadows
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
The question that promotes advanced thoughts of experiences not experienced
Just want to come to u again Oh! Past,
Why were u lost.
Oh! Past,
You were my old host,
No fear from Ghosts,
But you made me lost.
The first part of my poem emphasizes how my youth was very childish and unconcerned, but once I started to grow up, some things got harder.
Next time you see me, I may look the same
The same short blonde hair framing a pale face
The same bright blue eyes behind the same lenses
But don’t be fooled
Remember when we talked about coming of age
Well it's pretty hard to see
when I know
Imma be the same height
Finally we’ve reached twenty seventeen,
And it’s time to reflect on last year’s scene.
Once upon a time there was a broke girl
Who decided she should give a job a whirl.
She applied and interviewed high and low,
A year in review,
A time to be new
There are regrets
and qualities met.
When I consider my goals
and some of their roles,
I realize how much I've grown
Like a flower, I have grown
The way leaves soak up sunlight,
I have gained new knowledge and experience:
Met so many different people
This past year Alice died
I cannot remember my last words to her
But I do remember how my sister cried
This past year Jackson was born
This is the evolution of our generation:
Documentation of instant gratification,
Social media exploitation,
Gender roles and misrepresentation.
What was different in me
From a year ago to now;
What more could I see
From a year ago to now?
Planning for what to do
Is what changed;
Planning to use the education I knew
Where is my love
Where are my dreams
Hiding behind fanciful schemes
Or rushing through a river
Under the water that gleams
Looking down the line before,
at the glimmering golden door.
My future lies just past,
but my feet are dragging me toward it fast.
I bury my heels and try to hold on,
and try to beat another dawn,
This is all an eye opener for me
Well in the MAN’S eyes
As babies, we are taught several things before we grow
WE choose what we want to be
Then MAN tells us what we MUST do in order to be what WE WANT to be
Seventeen in sixteen,
I touch the tip of childhood
letting the memories flow through
and the future to stand still as I
wait, puzzled
at the crossroads of life.
Seventeen in sixteen.
LIVING IN THE PRESENT
LOOKING BACK AT THE PAST
AWAITI NG FOR THE FURTURE
WITH MANY OBSTACLES
YOUR PUSHED TO FIGHT
TO GET THROUGHT THE DAY
TO GET TO THE FUTURE
A Southern Girl I dreamt of painting
Who upon her canvas, had a high reaching colorful outlook of her future
But what an ordeal she faced,
As all girls within cultural confines,
Anticipation - I felt, during the hot, arid summer, with the fan’s soft whiz in the background. “I’m going to be a senior, this year.” Fear- a feeling that built up, slowly at first, then
I don’t think you can disappoint me,
At least not easily.
*sigh*
I think it’s difficult to disappoint someone
Who believes that every hope is a gun.
Is it called suicidal if it’s not
right this minute that you want to die?
I have a lot to look forward to.
It’s just that, sometimes, I don’t particularly
You were sitting by a hotel pool,
holding what looked like a margarita in your left hand
and a lack of energy in your right. Your eyes were the second
organs I lashed my gaze upon, your declinations
being the first.
I dream
one long,
dark night
a dream
where
darkness
has overcome
the light.
It's a nightmare
In a funnel
where I cannot
seem
to get
out of
I worry about the day that the future comes and I have accomplished so much and I look to you and you have run out of excuses
The eyes of the past
Look at me with shame
Look at the the pain you caused
And you're the only one to blame
The eyes of the present
Look at me with calm
The past is the past
up, Up, UP!
Say “hello”, “Goodmoring”
Get Dressed, GO!
Day-in, Day-out
Quickly, forward
go, Go, GO!
Pass it. Bye.
A light in the distance
A Spark in the Sky
Half past 9, I start to arise.
I'm ready for my day to begin, goodbye bed, my dear friend.
Hustle and bustle through the hall, I fear I will never get a call.
A call that says "Congratulations, you've got the job!"
Childhood... Thats the past.
I know I Could... Thats the future.
Life is Good... Thats the present.
Scared of Woods... Thats the past.
Manhood... Thats the future.
College Brainfood... Thats the present.
Every day is a new day.
This only means that the sorrows of yesterday are now in the past.
What bothered me then feels so close yet so far away.
What makes me feel good?
Something that is understood
Accomplish the things I should
Doing all that I could
Laying on my bed of clouds
Turning my music up loud
I open my eyes and see
A world of possibilities,
A world of opportunities.
I open my eyes and look
At everything I can be.
I hold everything I need to be
Successful!
The Light outside a window vibrant, appreciatedA new day, this novel Light. A fiery presence so often exploited,A constant so plentiful-A guiding brilliance.
There was a looming sadness cast over the age of men, a shadow of the greatness to come.
I was a little brat.
I threw tantrums.
I hit, bit, and scratched.
I didn't care about others.
I only thought about myself.
I loved myself.
I am alone.
I isolate myself.
to write?
to right the wrongs?
for the right of way?
today? Is that right?
to be Christened in Christ’s' rite?
right?
My past is behind me,
my future is being rebuilt,
my present is here and
that's all that matters.
My teacher always said,
Go home and write
A whole bunch tonight
And let words flow form you-
Then, it will be true.
I have lived in St. Louis for nine years.
light filters through the shades
and my heart starts to pound;
i am awake,
and my consciousness burns.
touch is sensitive.
sheets around my legs feel cool and comforting,
and my mind swirls.
Sadness is inevitable
Getting over it is incredible
With so many emotions coursing through my veins
It's hard to believe that I still have a myriad of things to gain
Compared to the expectation of my dreams,
And the flight of my imagination,
It seems still,
This space I possess,
My 17th year of life.
I send a quake towards my destiny,
The Future is not simply something that can be contained into a box or in the palm of my hand
It is not even something we can see fully and yet try to comprehand
We all want and all need and want to find out paths in life
They said, "let's go to the teahouse for a drink"
presumably to have some social time
but it's as if reality gave me a wink
since conversing face to face is known as a crime.
I write from a place that holds secrets
Sex, alcohol, drugs, you know what the deal is
We all lock it away to get a taste of freedom
College Ruled Paper (But NEVER Wide Ruled.)
There's a call for change, for warmth, for compassion
But you can only find these through blood colored ink on paper
Brick by brick, all in place
I pave the roads, through time and space
I know not where, my feet will fall
Yet still I try, to pave them all
Till I have spent, all my days
Paving roads, going different ways
Life has us all under a leash. We don't notice we're going under one simple routine. Everyone has one unstoppable destination. How long we last until we reach that destination? It's only known based on our determination.
ICARUS - a stiffened dream of humanity in his desire - to fly
Space ships and airplanes is not full of human feeling
that this dream has come true
Our mind want to traveling around the stars and distant worlds
What's in a degree for you and me,
Time well spent or time merely lost?
How high a fee, how great a cost!
What's the reward? What can we be?
We strive to be the bosses of our selves,
I look up and see the sky,
I look down and see the ground.
I look ahead and see darkness,
I look back ,but only see the past and its faint light.
Which do I choose , that all depends on what I'll do.
We are the future
We are the ones after you,
We are those who care enough,
We are the ones who will rule the world,
We are the ones who you are teaching,
Are you going to like your future?
Dear Midlife Me,
It will have been long
a long, long time
since you have written this.
But if you exist
if you are there
please take but a moment
to listen to me.
The snow crunches beneath my feet.
Each cold step can’t be repeated
Even if I say a do over is needed.
God says control is his to keep
And asks that I take the famed leap.
That in this snowy, shadowy scape
Being depressed as a kid is well, strange. Because you never can see a future. Instead you see the present, and everything that it holds. It holds promise and love and a future for everyone else, but not quite for you.
There are many stories not told,
pasts that will unfold.
A loving, a sad, a true story,
of those who fought for thier glory.
Leave a map for tomorrow,
to find the treasure of the past.
There are a numerous amount of bitter people all over the world that want to express their pent-up feelings that were kept deep down inside.but sometimes is just that they seem to be gaucherie at certain times of their life.
Some think the future will be scary
Some think the future will be lovely like Febuary
I'm thinking of the latter
Some will tell me it doesn't really matter
The outcome will depend on your contribution
Dear daughter,
I am writing this to you as I am barely just experiencing life
This is so I can connect to you more as an individual
Cause I know as I get older my memories of being a teen will fade
It reassures me
Yet it used to
Annoy me so much
Thinking about
My choices being made
Without me as a thought
But for some reason
It now becomes a medicine
I plead for it
the artist who drinks thier own blood,
is the first to taste the salt,
flavor to enhance the taste,
seasoning to please the guests,
our blackest paints add the deepests contast,
You let a chair fall sideways, and you let a rope do you wrong. A basket filled with gratitude is now a basket filled with garbage.
Last night I was perched
High up on a tree.
The higher I was,
The more I could see.
How great this view shines
Way above the ground.
But I could see more.
How great did that sound?
Here without him,
I have nothing
I am nothing
I have constant doubt
Flaring up inside
I have constant worry
And there are always tears to cry
With him,
I had everything
Tell me,
What do you see as the end of the world?
Will we cook ourselves in the toxins we've unleashed into the air?
Will we poison our food and water with fuel spills?
Will we kill ourselves in war?
Who are you curiously reading this poem of mine, a hundred years from now?
Will you be able to evaporate into a whole other universe
Will my present be a ripple in your now,
O I swear to you I was never like this
So cock-a-hoop and loopy-lou;
The lady who smiles to herself knowingly.
This isn't who I was
But oh how I loved to be
Dosed up, drugged up
If only
my life were a constellation,
memories glittering still and silent
as stars hung together in the sky.
My life is only
a fleet of rowboats searching
anxiously for a sudden light
You started out as a canvas
That my thoughts and dreams flowed freely through
A million dances
The meaning behind the view
I fell in love quite quickly
I wrote for fun
My pen lies thickly
She draws with graphite
and charcol and pens
I draw with my words
that is all I know and have ever known.
My grandma teaches me with
paints on her lap
I was a "messy painter," not a
“Forever” is not Forever,
However it is mine:
I cannot say I've done a thing
To keep my memory alive.
Like all the other greats
If I didn't believe in tomorrowI wouldn't have a today,or even a yesterdayto speak of.That's
Dazzled in wealth with milk and honey flowing, I look to my face
Silk from head to toe no corn in my row but my emotions have no place
at the mountain top, success on the clock with no sense of direction
I shut my eyes and travel back to when I was only but five.With sausage legs and curious hands, the slightest bump would make me cry.My only concern were the winged Giants who stole from the flowers in bloomWho partnered with bees who stung and bu
I’ve always lived
as though the Lord can give
and can take away.
I try not to cling to things of this world
not a person, place,
or possible possession
is so important that my world would
All I need is my sanity
With my sanity, I have my peace
And with my peace, I have my mind
And with my mind, I can survive
Because I,
I waver sometimes.
Chocolate rolled curls and a wide bridged nose
Your absence invokes poignancy in me
And yet, I am gay at the sound of your twinkling voice
Calling me sunshine, your angel, your baby
Everyone can list off everything they want in the world
List them off till everything up to the otherworld.
While I can only name one such thing I could ever want
What I want I could only ever say blunt(ly).
I'll look out one dayAnd I'll see itI'll see the bright colorsOf the setting sunThe swath of brilliant reds and oranges and pinksI could stare at it for hoursSitting there, rocking slowly
All I need, is hope; beautiful, bright, brilliant hope, it keeps me alive.
Hope for a future when I can be independent and successful.
I don't wanna be
Some ol' nobody.
I don't wanna be
Without a home,
Without a name,
Doin' nothin' but witherin'
Away, away,
With old age.
I wanna be
Somebody,
I love the sky
I love outer space
I love you
And I love the human race
I hate society
I hate egos
I hate discrimination
And I hate the unknown
I hope society changes
Who would I be
Without ambition
Without hope
Without dreams
Without goals
Would I matter
Could I live with not mattering
Why are there so many things in this world to worry about?
Why do I wait and wander in my worries when I could be doing something fun
like making babies or going on journeys?
Why is the world so mean?
Don't romanticize this and say some boy or girl will pick you up off the floor and hold you in his arms and wipe your tears away and kissing you anyways. This is the gruesome reality of always smelling like puke. It never goes away.
What is to be gained by breaking me?
It will certainly take time
My resolve is strong and final,
my heart is loyal in the utmost,
I hate more than anything to be thought weak
You know me
What if you left me today?
Would today still be as good as yesterday when you were with me?
What if you weren’t with me yesterday?
Would I still feel as lonely as I do today?
I AM BLACK.
A COLOR, SO STRONG IT SENDS SOME CHILLS IN YOUR BACK.
LISTEN, SHOOT BECAUSE I AM BLACK BUT YOU CAN'T TAKE THAT SHOT BACK.
Where will we be when the future arrives?
Will we be nothing but dust,
Filling the ground with nothing but cobwebs and our sadness?
Or will we be memories,
I am here,
where are you?
Do you remember the times of fear?
Do you look back into our years?
When the torment brought me to tears?
Can you still feel the pain you caused me,
For each step I want to take
there is a million fears holding
me back. Afraid of the future ,as
a child is of a dark night. I wish I
was strong enough to go further in
I’ve already devoted myself and my life
to a cause that still may fall through
but there would be no purpose
to anything I do
if I didn’t try.
When the time comes, I hope you crumble and fall
when the light, hits the midpoint of that beautiful summer day
I hope your flesh rots off of those achy bones.
Early sketchbooks,
overflowing with drafts and dreams,
connoisseur collectors items.
They study my work,
discovering the loose red underlines of
Located deep within an abyssI reach for my lab gogglesFor they would be the only thing I would miss
They are always on my headOr sleeping next to meRight beside my bed
A smile of falsity
Wretched is the pain
Stains upon the aura
The heaviest rain
Urges of absconding
Just to be alone
Dreams of a zone far away from home
Beauty is survival
Not to give it up
This is the generation of me's, we were taught nothing in this world is for free. Its made the world cold and hard, people only care about themselves going far. Or how many likes they get, whose got the most expensive shit.
I am who i say i am
I am art
I am fashion
I am talent
I am the future
I am me
Who are you
And what makes you, you
I found his wicked smile so alluring
Black and blue dreaming
Victim of pure deceit
But your love's pristine
Divine empowering
I missed you
Your touch and embrace
Dear me, Dear me
Be weary, aware
Not care so much
stay out a little later
Let the smooth night cover your blush
let the stars whisper happiness
and the wind hold your hand
Dear me, Dear me
Wake up.
Hold your breath.
Listen.
While you hear the hollers and screams coming from down the hall,
You sneak out of bed, hoping not to be heard.
"I call out
Is no one there?
The imagination
Of the atmosphere
I called out
My memories stare
The past and present
Of ones held dear
Icalled out
But not in fear
As the leaves change color through the season
As the daylight slowly dwindles away
The mind gradually finds its reason
While the soul obtains its reason to stay.
I’m seated in a comfy chair,
he’s running his fingers through my hair,
I’m thinking aloud as I write,
Let me paint a picture of my generation.
It's as if we all suffer from a self-induced aberration.
We don't think, we just do.
Where we sink, others flew.
It kind of stinks that we can't see our potential,
My hands are always full
I don't want to be successful
I don't want that at all
I don't want a big house
Of which I've paid off every ounce
With my supportive spouse
You can dream of all the vows you wish to sing
But if you recall on that fine evening
Emily ascended into the darkness of the night
For she had finally been free
It was at night
I saw a sight
A true vision
Of another dimension
I was filled with fear
For what was near
My future I saw
A large dark claw
Groping at my eyes
There is no time for talks and whispersnot anymore in this time we live in,and it gets more deterious every day.Human life into parlors prospersnot allowing knowledge to grow within,and to get ignorant we pay.
I tried to embrace myself with happiness,the long run had just startedsince the day I decided to changeand lose the old me forever.
I'm scared
Scared of what's to come
Scared of what has happened
Scared of what is happening
Scared of what could happen
I am the girl with the new glance each day
I open my eyes all bright and shiny
The morning shimmers in fresh irises
now blue, now green, then brown again
Have you ever seen someone so transitional?
Adulthood snuck up on me, deceived me
Oh, she’s a sly one
She flirted with me for a time, dangling her alluring maturity and ravishing freedom before my eyes
Won't it be great when we all wear the goggles of nondiversity
When we can't tell each other apart because we're all the same
A white man, a black woman, and an Asian boy take a boatride
Won't it be great when we all wear the goggles of nondiversity
When we can't tell each other apart because we're all the same
A white man, a black woman, and an Asian boy take a boatride
A house is nought but the sum of it's parts
A day is but a set of hours
A year, a system of days, each bundled up with others and given names
All a decade is is a repeat of the day before
A three piece puzzle never fitsUnless you have the felicitous bits Do not fear death with enclosed bars Welcome him with open arms In the end, you won't go solo So live a happy life because you know yolo
I just wanna be loved/ held by a nigga that understands and excepts who I am and who I once was/ touched by a man that's not scared to get deep/ that's not scared to remove the mask he has for the world and unveil a unguarded human being/ I just w
I sometimes imagine what it must be like to stand in such big shoes
A size 10 1/2, they say, reaches halfway across the world
Behind my eyes dance the swirls of a life I wish will come to me
It was cold,
The morning chill spread through the room,
As if it were an angry mob
And I, I was the focus of its anger
But as I stepped outside,
I faced the sun, its penetrating rays reaching my core
Mile marker seventeen
passes without word,
as all the others have.
(and as all the rest will).
To any outside observer
I am a point on this dark highway
a flash of light
into the black
I needed to tell you in personthat you my good lad have lost the gameI tried very hard to make you understandbut even tips and tricks have failed your handall you ever do is loose
I am intrepid
Forward is the way I go
I fear nothing
Though I may take it slow
Life runs by in the blink of an eye
And I would be ignorant to not show
Who I am
On the inside
I am but a mere quirk in the face of billions, shifting my way down on a path that shall leave me dispersed.
Times have shaped the outline of my brain, leaving me so estranged from the me of the past,
Undefinable
If you try to say that you can describe me you’re wrong
I’ve faced adversity and have since become strong,
The words that I write are just a glimpse of my own insight
These feelings are becoming
tighter around my throat.
I try to hold my breath
but the months just float.
My esophagus collapses
and I begin to wimp.
You can't take the good without the badYou can't be happy without experiencing sadConstantly fighting a battle with good and evilAlways running back and forth, two sides never equal
Born a girl
But read a book
And now what is she,
A he
An it?
Doesn’t she know the pain he causes others
When it
Or xe?
Decides a thousand things
In a single day?
Memories
where my mind drifts off too at the wrong times never
seems to happen at the right times.
I close my eyes and I see my self cry
A fork parting the road,
Forever veiled in mist.
Offered two roses, of ravens
Of angels.
For which to reign in light,
Or shadow.
Marched through heart,
To seize both kingdoms.
BON VOYAGE
All of the doubt and pain
Has turned my head
Into a baby's rattle
And the shaking toy...
Feels like an earthquake
And all the toys noise...
Is the only sound I hear
I remember asking myself, why can't I put on an act like everyone else?
And then I remember two things, one - I am not everyone else and two - I can't put on an act,...when I am the act.
My american dream is life
When all I want is to die
A life with peace without strife
A chance to try to fly
I want to continue living
But cannot stop looking back
But the future is unforgiving
In this small world where we live in,
Where "busy" is the only word leaving our mouths,
Where our feet are stuck in the past,
Is there any path towards the future?
Without any thought about our actions,
If I COULD change things I WOULD
If I was GIVEN the chance to go back in time I'll be first in line
Traveling through these days going up and down these streets
I turn look behind sometimes just to see how many people are there
Looking forward
dreams of you on my mind late at night as I sleep is the sweetest dreams
I fall upon my knees
at the fork of a winding path
begging for directions
when i don't know who to ask
Neither show a sign of life
nor have they been worn
a choice for my own mind
Your words do not define me
For I define myself
Not with power and glory
Nor money and wealth
You'll see her in the corner
You'll see her by herself
You'll see that she's a loner
Dear whoever it may concern,
I truely believe I am in love with you,
the way your eyes light up when you smile,
like the sunset has decided to visit me
every single day.
You say that I'm insane,
No, I don’t know
I don’t know if I did “good” on the test.
I don’t know if the teacher liked my essay.
I don’t know what my grades are.
I don’t know why I’m sad all the time.
You know that feeling?
It's funny and dishonest,
And you should be able to laugh at it.
But it creeps up on you with taunts of isolation,
The struggle of oppertunity
The day that i broke
of so much misfortune
With several scattered roads
The past with my mistakes
the choices that i made poor
the impossible oppertunities
What the world presents on a silver platter, isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be...if you just zoom in on their bigger picture well everything becomes a blur and that, that’s your reality.
as i sit here in this empty room i feel a deep emotional pain, can anybody hear my crys.? its who i am. but who am i.? i helped make you so your a part of me for there be more you cannot see.
Class of 2016,
the year where the path changes.
I have traveled down the jagged road to fin it's end near.
I found a shortcut though,
because there is nothing more strange then speeding up,
SHE'S A STAROnce a young girlFull of hopes and dreamsBig wants and desiresBut no one to encourage herOn how to make it a reality
Our generation. We glorify stupidity and put celebrities on a pedestal because we idolise their lifestyle and wish we could be them.
Should you open that beloved book of words,
Should you choose to see what lies within,
Should you find, by chance, a certain word,
Janus, it would be;
You would find not the god, but a picture of me.
You call at me like destiny
And fly out of my grasp with the wind
You tempt me with your grandeur
Only to take it all away with your greed
You invite me in
I wonder, where are we going?
We’ve sat here for years,
Reading and noting,
Learning but never knowing.
What it is that lies ahead:
Is it joy, is it dread?
The time you won your town race
We chaired you through the market place
Man and boy stood cheering by
And have we brought you shouldre-high.
Loveliest of tress, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Easter tide.
Everything. Is. Awesome
It’s a foreign thought to admit that the world is awesome
A convoluted statement to understand the world of awesomeness
Life is a warzone
An enemy at every side
No one can deny
That this is life
But in this war I find excitement
It’s wonderful
Yet people think I’m crazy
I will always choose
the simple life.
The path that winds around
the fragrant lilac bushes,
that meanders across
the hillside,
and flows down
through the river valley.
As I sit at my computer and think to myself,
how can i make college happen,
i've got no money on my shelf,
change in my pocket is replaced with nothin'.
Everyone tells me my dream school won't accept me,
It was December 1st 2014
My heart was pounding my skin was crawling
Your daddy was crying
Your nani was smiling
Your auntie lauhhing
The doctor storming
The words "push his crowing"
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.
the world in a daZe
it seems like its the end of days
the sun close u can feel it in the rays
lost child i cant get out of the maze
head high i still carry hope
even though all we was told is nope
In circles, we go around and around
Inadvertently choosing to frown
It’s the lurking fear we just cannot face,
Watching ultrasounds that reveal his heart flutter
Instant unconditional love that makes me melt like butter.
Nine short months of kicks and hiccups
Move, hurry, not even time to worry.
Much to do, too much not done, rest and play
some other day. All is in a flurry,
a snowstorm never ceasing you might say.
Butterflies. Could they exist without it?
What about flowers? What about days and nights? What about sunsets? Sunrises? Rainbows? Stories? Songs? You?
What about you?
Could you exist without it?
I believe in you,
the way you believe in me.
My weaknesses, from me, you drew.
Inner beauty, in me, you see.
With no hesitation, I knew.
You were and always have been the one for me.
My love for you
met you in the fourth grade
back when we were just ten
spent half my life with you
every step since
I live in an earthly purgatory
But tonight I smelled rain amongst the brimstone
I inhaled the scent of a coming cleansing
Of liquid purity flooding down upon the fire
I reside in the depths of perdition
The smoke from the tip of my cigarette pencils an abstract art on the air.
I remember childhood like it was yesterday,
I will be forgotten. In not too many years (compared to how old the universe is) I'll probably be dust. I wont have anyone to hold because I'll literally be compost. Me, I will be compost.
I hate the fact he loved another.
My love feels expendable and connection feels bothered, I hate the fact he loved another.
I'm pondering about life
Contemplating about the future
What's wrong or what's right?
Am I significant or am I useless?
My conscience tells me the truth
Society is riddled with lies
Self demarcation
Is self deprivation
After all it takes a dream
To build up a nation
Hesitation and contemplation
It’s great to analyze
but why are you waiting
Conception.
Two cells coming together to create one new being.
A small precious person growing, living.
Compacted with purpose and potential in a tiny figure, so soft and sweet.
Ready to make the future reality.
A piece of paper
That's all it is
So much pomp and circumstance
preparation & pride
for a flimsy declaration
that can be burned, and earned
by the bottom of the barrel
Will you smile for me
little one?
Will you twirl around
in that tutu
I bought off Etsy?
Will you sing your lullaby
to me
so loud it wakes the cat
from her nap?
Soon we'll be seeing each other again my friend ,with every touch you'll come nearBraided tears in a lump of clay .Please be patient,please be patient!
Of Kids & Nations
A little boy was asked
To try to surpass
The kid in front of him.
There it goes again
perpetual mosquito, flying ‘side my head
Calm after the storm, after the calm
before the storm
With the galaxies aligning and the initial combustion engine
A picture is worth a thousand wordsThat I have always been toldBut, what about the person inside?That no one will knowDeception hidden within a smileMy eyes overflowing with lies
What is my purpose in this world?
To take up space,
to be a filler in an empty place.
The idea of existence has always been confusing,
Am I here to succeed?
Or will I end up losing?
A kid who just wants to be heard
Someone who wants success
Others look at him and say oh my he's blessed
They don't know the pain, the problems
Of always wanting to be the best
His parents are proud of him
Try to see the best in me
and you will find something.
You will find a flaw, a perfect
imperfection.
I am containing myself,
my greatness,
my potential,
my future.
America has caught a fever
FIrst it took Oscar
Then it stole Treyvon
Next it was Jordan, then Kendrick then Odin
Following were Raymond, Jonathan then Reinesha
My life is kind of hectic
Like a completed checklist
When I look back on my life I see that I have dropped some fine dimes
Inside of the seeing ball,
I see nothing at all.
Not a future,
not a past,
I can not see past all this foggy stuff, God blast!
Then the smoke clears,
and a hideous face appears,
Every store, show, event-- everytime anything exciting appears
Let me take a selfie.
When did these words become such a despreate part of life?
When did engaging in social time become selfie time?
It's so cold
Everytime I open my eyes this chill hits my spine & in that very moment Im completely frozen
My hearts been numb by the base & I've grown numb to the faces of the pain that I try to run from
We cannot become what we want to be
remaing who we are today
We wonder why as girls we bring down other girls
because we all know how hard being a girl is
Expensive makeup is everywhere
My future is uncertain.
I feel as if nothing is constant.
Sometimes I feel like a piece of driftwood,
I'm being tossed back and forth by the waves.
But they are not ocean waves.
They are the waves of time,
Every day is a gift,
all the days just flow so swift
try to live positive & for others try to uplift...
<3
You are here for a reason bigger than you
I know some time you wonder what am I here to do?
Is it some thing huge & grand, here...
My mother is weak
And I cannot stand it
She is feeble, stupid, and plain
Who are you?
And where is the woman that I once knew?
You’re a weakling, darling
A scaredy little ghost
I am a suit and tie man
with tattoos peeking out from under my sleeves,
black ink that flows from my pen
on to every assignment I turn in demonstrates intellectuality,
the ink that punctures my skin tells a story,
Let me start off by saying god bless you
The world's greatest philosopher couldn't fathom the words to express you
We tend to lose all hope and live in regret
Meanwhile the world continues to spin and time is being spent
I had come to realize the pattern
in which the seasons of my life came and went
and how the colors of the sky were warm and bright
each night before the dark cold breeze
came and stole it away.
Vivid pictures; envision a soul,
lost in the thoughts that'd keep a grown man cold,
poor kid, just 16, livin in hell,
fightin demons while he deals with the swells,
of all the dangers and how cops fancy the cells,
Remove the filters that surround our lives.
Don't sugarcoat it
to the ones outside.
The world as we know it can be harsh and cruel,
so let's not pretend
that it always looks cool.
Do I have to have a destination if I decide to runaway?
Or would I end up in the perfect place for me?
We'll, see. We'll have to see. Let's wait and see.
'Cus I noticed the sun hates taking breaks,
Filterless?
Filter-less.
Less as in I am less without a filter
Less attractive less complete less perfect
Less myself
Echo, you privilege soul
Stand by as I pillage your home
Watch as they rave your condemnation
We have yet to live.
The smile you see is uniform
Underneath lies pain & anguish
Fears of tomorrow
Yesterday's sorrow
Path seems forever unknown
Feelings frozen like stone
A painted picture of happiness
Cry your final tears now,don't hold it in
For tomorrow holds another chance to live again
Keep your head held high in confidence and pride
Just let go, relax, enjoy the ride
Things will pan out in the end
"There's no flaws in dreams,"Said my mind to me,"Be who you are, And who you want to be."I may have a personality,That's flawed in many ways,But a mind that's reigns...
"There's no flaws in dreams,"Said my mind to me,"Be who you are, And who you want to be."I may have a personality,That's flawed in many ways,But a mind that's reigns...
We have all been told
do things before you are old.
We sit here and laugh in their faces
and continue to walk at leisurly paces.
We go through elementary, middle, and high school.
As I feel the wind blowing through my hair,
I see that there is an empty path ahead me,
My insides can feel the silence of not knowing where my life is headed,
Is it possible to stop loving someone
when you know your feelings are true?
Is it possible for me to love again
when my heart still beats for you?
Is it possible to promise never
I am Flawless,
Just open up your ears,
I am Flawless without photoshop
Now wait, this will make your jaw drop,
You look inside the shiny magazines at the glamorous models there
My hair, long and brown
My face, straight and concentrated
My body, short and ordinary
None of it matters
I can get through
Whatever life throws at me
My strength
My desire
My dedication
Yesterday
Mistakes and regrets
Left scars upon my skin and my heart
The past is unmistakably
your animalistic programming
can get in the way
of reason and just saying
what you really meant to say
this is true for you
it is a struggle for me
we have to have the will to do
Who are you behind a filter,
we try to look good and be someone we are not,
just look in the mirror and see who you are,
God makes no mistakes we the way we are from design,
why change perfection with a filter,
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?
Today has been the first time I’ve smiled in years
The first time I haven’t cried myself to sleep
The first day I haven’t been forced to smile on queue
I remember those days so well; my scars won’t let me forget
With her long ragged hair
And chipped nail polish,
She stood at the counter
And scrubbed the dishes.
Low country music
Was in the background
And the dishwasher hummed
filters hide the true beauty inside & out
Can't see what's on the inside because people are worried about what's on the outside
SElF CONFIDENCE leads to success
In your own skin you win
never settle for less
Without a filter I'm just a kid,
Without a father and a mother in prison,
I've seen some things that you'll never see,
Things that make small children scream,
But what you can never see,
Who am I? You should know who I am. Standing tall, with my head up above. Looking beyond the present in hopes to build a future so strong no one could even grasp the concept of going backwards.
What do my words sound like without a filter?
Might as well ask me to reinvent the wheel
My words must remain slightly off-kilter
Because I am afraid of myself without a filter.
The controlling controller roams in
her controlling world, thinkinking highly
of the crazy cool adventurous odesseys
she embarks on.
Her blanket is her cape to escape
So small.
So innoncent.
So new.
I think these things as I hold her in my arms.
My niece.
She has yet to walk, to talk, to grow, to know, to see. To be.
Im running and hiding in fear.
Everyone around me points and laughs at me.
I run to the shadows but your there.
I beg you to leave me alone but your there.
I'm Flawless
Not because my skin is clear or my body is perfect
Cause I'm Far from both ..
But because I love.. I love hard ..
I'm flawless cause my loyalty runs deep
No one considers acting a real occupation,
But we are all modern thespians.
From a young age, we’re taught emotions to use as masks for everything:
Happy in public,
Stoic in times of danger,
I am the girl that wears a lot of make up, which hides who I really am.
Eye shadow, eye liner and foundation, I wear it all.
The make up disguises who I really am;
Bullying is for the weak
Bullying is hard to beat
you have to stay strong
To survive what's inside
You think it will disappear
If you stay hidden within,
yourself and keep it from
What is beauty?
Everyone has different opinions about beauty.
But what is beauty?
Beauty can be big,
Beauty can be little.
Beauty can be light,
Beauty can be dark.
"What do you want to be?"
I hate that overrated question
With the inevitable answer.
Because, who knows?
I could explain to them what I want to do.
Broke a vase and crashed a car,
Told my Daddy I wasn't going far.
I choked on stage
Tripped and fell
I am definitly not hollywood,
Oh damn well.
Got a drink dumped on my face
#Hi.
I'm trying to act like I'm invisible because I know that you can see that I'm not #perfect.
But I know that if you could see the real me that is not my blotchy skin or curvy frame, you would be #shocked.
Look at me
What do you see?
Young, black, short, mean
Somewhere in between?
I look in the mirror
You know what I see?
A queen
Staring back at me
Not the tallest
There's never a statute of limitations on an apology.
Tell me what makes one think they are greater, or almighty.
Behaving ridiculously. disgraced
I am ashamed to be your neighbor.
I'm not the best of sons,
and it's hard to miss my family when everyday they're part of war.
I live with scars that just won't seem to end,
but you know what?
They're my medals and best friend.
I wake up looking in the mirror
Brush my teeth
My horrid breath no longer existing
I change into an extravagant outfit
No longer feeling insecure
I put on a mask of powder and liquid
Feeling perfect
I want to give you a reason in life
To keep on keeping on
Put down that razor, you could someday be a wife
Nobody wants you gone
Stop crying pretty girl, you are beautiful in every way
i write and i write but how can i describe the feelings that i have yet to experience with words i can't even begin to know the meaning of?
Never fail to notice your intuition
Enduring life
When it becomes chaotic
Compelled to make rapid decisions
My mind is gifted
I don't wake up perfect
and my teeth aren't white
but if there's one thing I'm proud of
I never was the girl who had it all
Hell, I was the one who had nothing at all.
But here I am,
I stand before you
proud and tall.
No money nor connections,
just sheer ambition
Love
Day in and day out
Sexuality questioned because
I don't follow the common guide to attraction
I want to love too
But why should I follow society's rules?
I want to be held
I want to cuddle
Do I know what I'm talking about?
Am I filling myself with self doubt?
As I wonder around an empty loft
I feel a phantom cough;
I do not know who I am
I do not know what's going on
Her hair, is the light which my eyes crave,
like a miner hanging onto a dead cannery.
Her skin, the silk I lust for,
like a foreign dignitary in a feudal japan.
“Stranger”
She sat there in disbelief,
The things they had written were so malicious.
She read the words on the screen:
A human has two hands
Made to explore the land
And touch all that is grand
Shaping the world into a dream
Last night I looked at you
And I could feel it
I could feel the love that filled my entire body
The kind that made my days
the kind that made my toes curl
I'm suffocating
I’m drowning
My cells collapsing
I’m being dispersed
Becoming air
I am almost nothing
A day has not gone by
Since I been apart from you.
Waking up to your sweet aroma
Arouses me with joy.
The moment you touch my tongue
I feel shivers through my spine.
Every time you met my lips
swing sets---have this way about them
when you’re up in that momentary air
you can reach up and catch infinity
before sewing it into your pockets.
-----for that split second
gravity has nothing on you.
Out of all that makes me happy,
I include scenarios I make in my head.
The stories I dream, thinking at night,
Laying alone in my bed.
If you haven’t done this, give it a shot,
I'm trapped by society.
A society that works much like a beehive.
The world follows this unknown queen with lingering questions left upon their lips.
Our life is a cycle,
a pattern of actions and commands.
I dreamt that Summer crept into my room
One Fall night
Betwitched me into bed
sung me sun-struck
and kissed me
(I think I made it up inside my mind)
She drowsily whispered
When I watch golden, fluffy dandelions turn into white puffs in the wind,
I think of our finite days on our finite planes that have to finitely end.
It makes me happy and makes others sad
I drive gas and they drive hybrid
I get dirty and they get nerd
I modify and they replace
I love my old car
One of the greatest pleasures in life, Bagehot told me, is doing what people say
YA CAN'T. IMPOSSIBLE. STOP. DON'T EVEN TRY.
I love to prove them wrong.
In that dark roomat the end of the never ending hallway,laying in her white sheets, in nothing but a gown,all alone,with the clicks and clangs of the cold machines,the rhythmic beeps taunt her.
The sun peeping through my window as my 6:40 alarm clock goes off. My coffee brewing as I get ready to leave for school. The 14 freckles that take up your face. The kisses my puppy gives me when i come home.
As Summer comes to a close and Fall flowers arose my mind lingers on those who were taken by bros.
When family hurts family the pain that I feel is stronger than I can yield and my knees buckle to my heels.
This infinite self
resonating through eternity.
I made you both from scratch
and you are both so much more
than me.
My sweet serious boy
who hates mess
and craves preservation.
The hour glass flips over as soon as you're born
Time creeps away like nocturnal raccoon
You go about life like a winding staircase
At first you take caution with every landing you reach
The delay is over and the chapter of adolescence we've all anticipated has come to breath;
The excitement of life
Persists even when the world becomes a blur.
So much wonder is ahead
Time to change - Time to learn.
We can make our own future
And the future is bright.
Bring me the sunset in a cup
so I can drink it in.
So it can saturate
my darkened body
with warmth.
So beauty can fight the ugly
in me.
it’s the final year
the year that opens doors
doors that have never been unlocked before
the past is the past
but what happened in the past now outlines the future
it’ll soon be the future
Think about your family, Tammy-Lee
Look towards the future, Stu-Murr
Take a breath, Seth
Keep a journal, colonel
Record your triumphs, Liumph
Go to bed early, Shirley
Create realistic goals, noel
Think about your family, Tammy-Lee
Look towards the future, Stu-Murr
Take a breath, Seth
Keep a journal, colonel
Record your triumphs, Liumph
Go to bed early, Shirley
Create realistic goals, noel
I sit here watching the clock tick by
the time fade away
Am I wasting my time?
Am I fulfulling it?
I can feel the weight on my shoulders
It's starting to control me
but it must
How I have longed to achieve my passion
To write and to be written
In an innovative fashion
An author changes the world...a crisp, new apple bitten
Uncomfortable, quiet, something undone.
Ready for nothing, unconfirmed but still tons
of excitement, uncertainty, ready, in wait.
Contradiction, shifting, family, friends.
The Future looks at me:
is it Happy?
is it promising?
what is to Be?
So, instead of darting away from the Gaze,
I look straight at It.
Future, I say, what are You?
Nothing.
Middle Tennessee State University holds me strong,
In its arms, I can see my future career can't go wrong.
Down in the south, I find my passion, love, and knowledge,
The road that lies ahead in our minds
is often bright and shining
To others, it's dark and gloomy
and every sunrise is a dread
Caught in the middle, I'm paralyzed
between fear and hope
I am looking forward to the future,
Fall and winter, summer break and becoming a senior,
And even farther in the future,
Senior year, prom, and graduation.
I am looking forward farther in the future,
I am looking forward to the future,
Fall and winter, summer break and becoming a senior,
And even farther in the future,
Senior year, prom, and graduation.
I am looking forward farther in the future,
Thrown into life with no say;
born to a mother in a high school daze
who’s only direction was the bottle
of hard A – “adult juice”.
A father who gambled – and lost –
I write to everyone in the future
That is, everyone alive now
Because it is the future right now
It has been the future for a while now
Nobody sees it though
a word, a whisper
a shout, a scream
no one ever hears a thing
....well unless it fits within their reality
But I roar
hoping someone will read my song
perhaps someone new will realize:
It happened again today. The sudden thought that occurs when I find myself in solitude, the realization of if I utilize the time I have with what I am given.
I planned my sister's future today:
First, she needs to learn German.
Nevermind that she's never shown an interest in languages
Life is like a dozen lines
Of a poem larger by ten times
It is the shorter of a grander scale
The story of us this scale will tell
The story of the mountains we climbed
Each night
I lay awake
Waiting and waiting
To listen to that little voice.
It’s the voice
Of my heart,
These are shadow times
We stand on wobbly knees
The cracking in our voices
This the beginning of the end
We are lost without the cause
This is our long-awaited redemption
Bill Buxley was the richest man you’d see.
He had stacks and stacks of money.
He bought furs, cars, houses, and clubs,
Tigers, casinos, shoes, and Persian rugs.
But he was a vain man, never willing to share,
"Patience", she said,
As she whispered in my ear.
All being's trials start here.
She drew me a map
And left me alone.
"If you want,
come follow me here."
With tears in my eyes,
I know how you’re feeling, scared underappreciated and used.
You did everything you thought you could.
It’s okay.
Your feelings won’t last long.
Stay focused.
You’re on the brink of something incredible.
Everybody wants to be heard, but nobody wants to listen
I'm no poet myself, I'm just a student with a vision
to one day be known as an inspiration to many
not be tossed down the ground like an old, copper penny
Religion is meant to guild the people who don't have a way
Countries/ territories/ boundaries are being given without a whim today
Last night I prayed for you;
I asked God to keep you safe for me, I laid in my bed
Wondering if you had the chance to steal a glance of me last night, because
I want to do ballet.
NO. You’re not flexible enough.
I want to do beauty pageants.
NO. You’re not near attractive.
Ok.
I’ve made six A’s and one B this quarter.
A haiku...
Robots rule the world
Making decisions for us
Capturing our brains
No longer can we
Live freely and humanely
Prisoners on Earth
What we created
For all the love I have to give
No one can learn to live with it
I'm restless, weary and fading
Straining to remain the same
Another date, another day
No love shines in this shade
Trees,
A thousand years old,
Touched by a thousand hands,
Fingers trailing softly over rough bark.
Trees,
A thousand feet high,
Home to a thousand birds,
Are we really meant to move ahead
All the things holding us back, sometimes I just lay in bed
The war, the debt, the things we can't change
I'd speak about it but get labeled insane
What makes me tick is the anger I getWhen they try to be little me, make me feel as though mywords are less than their’s…I’m not as powerful as everyone else, they think I
deserve the short end of the stick…
I often dream of myself floating from space, looking down upon the planet and watching its peacefulness. And from up above, if my voice could somehow reach every human being, I would say, "Stop trying to dominate nature."
I write to the Little Girl in the Future.
In case you have forgotten...
In case you have forgotten the beauty of the swirling passions of the primitive past
how could wearin a hoodie cost him his life
how could he kill that boy and get out the same night
time on the clock
i breathe in
*tic toc*
and it occurs to me
*tic toc*
i've been waiting for this moment
I matter
Not because I’m white
Not because I’m female
Not because I’m rich
Because I am a human being
Every word and opinion I express is important to me
Some words can be traded, but not taken back
Some goals can be set, but not quickly accomplished,
So for the future of us, let’s set our words right before our goals.
Cocooned.
Trapped
in lucid pristine existence.
Sheltered,
Hidden,
from troublesome reality.
Delicate wings,
You stretch them to fly,
but ensnared by the inexperience,
Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.
—Albert Einstein
We're all traveling down this road
The road to our futures
We all have different destinations, but we're all going somewhere or nowhere
It's exciting to think about what we are traveling towards
one day when all has been made dust
shattered into oblivion
destroyed in rubble and ash
we will be no more.
i will not remember you,
and you will have bones in your
blood and guts in your skin.
All around me, great achievements, pretty faces, happy people.
All around me, dirty commitments, rumbling stomachs, humans dying.
Through the thin walls that enounce happiness,
All around me, great achievements, pretty faces, happy people.
All around me, dirty commitments, rumbling stomachs, humans dying.
Through the thin walls that enounce happiness,
When the clouds roll in, thats when the fun begins
Drops of silver falling from the sky, sit on the porch and watch the storm roll by
Think of life and all its trials, think of hate and all my rivals
My mind is a mess
I tell myself
To take action
I know what I want
I see it right there
But I need to do something
I want to lock
Myself in a white room
Will it be Instagrammed, 50 likes
buttons pressed to show approval
instapopularity, we can accept ourselves now
filtering out sincerity in acid blue
Will it be framed on the wall
To be a thing of staggering perfection,
Unlost in a crowd of typography,
But not to the masses of passerby,
Rather to one specific soul
Who sees a light in dim, dust rooms
It makes my mind go tick tick tick
thinking of the things that will make it swift
the only thing to get me out
my futures what its all about
Before, having an education was a choice,
Now education has become a necessity,
Without an education,you're just another person in the unemployment line,
I don't want to be just another number,
Its been 20 long years
A lot of cheers with some tears and other fears
Life has been kind
Though occasionally, I have been blind
The world changed me
As I changed with the world
In anger, I have hurled
The Kansas sun slowly burns out, melting into the plains like a cigarette butt fades int
It is with a heavy heart that I am writing this to you.
I want to start off by saying I'm sorry,
I'm sorry for allowing misconceptions to seep into your mind,
Destroying your future.
There's a lot of pressure in this world.
This crazy-ass, city-and-sas world.
But hell, it ain't real.
Gotta listen to a real man every once in a while...
He's a hard workin', head turnin',
As a teenage high school student, it’s reasonable that one thing always on my mind is school
Not only school itself, but the lessons school has given to me
Dear Future,I want to take time to say this nowBefore things get too complicated andI don't have time to sayThat I'm glad you turned outAs you should'veAmazing and fulfillingFILLED
Tears roll down my cheek.
They wash over my dirty face like a flood in the desert,
Whisking away the filth and barrenness,
Revealing the rich brown underneath.
It’s supposed to be amazing
Everyone telling you how proud they are and how much they love you
How glad they are that you made it through that hell called high school
But all you’re doing is waiting
A free me breathes in the air
As I spread my wings
As I sing and as I scream
For joy
No less
I put my wings
To the test
And fly. And soar.
And go through
The open door
Being gay isn't a choice
Because why would I choose to lose my voice?
Not my voice physically, but politically
Like a roller coaster, the future is unpredictableBumps in the path, small obstacles to overcomeTwists, turns, a quick changing of plansSudden drops, butterflies in your stomachThe future is a carnival
There was once a time of sorrow.
She had a lot of fears.
Life was hell,
and a constant reminder of the cause of her tears.
Nights were particularly bad,
the darkness surrounded,
The ceiling is empty when it comes to answers
but what else am I to look up to?
My mind is on overdrive
The way they live, eat, and dress
It's sad to look, for you do not care
I like to look because I truly care
Do you ever think of those people? I do.
Watching them steal or beg for a dollar or two.
I know about my past.
I think about the time that I clumsily tried to cut my own hair
With a pair of scissors meant to cut construction paper
I think about the day of my first karate class
I don’t know how
they expect us
Less experienced
Less confident
Less prepared
to choose.
To choose a flavor of ice cream,
much less a college
Major
Career
Spouse.
Perched on a hill
Humble with nature's best
Provider
Observed
Tranquilizer
Keeps me sane.
No human element can toch thee.
Stationary, revolved around all seasons.
I gaze in starry wonder
Galaxies, stars, and dreams
Beautiful hope for days to come
Take hold my dreams
One day I will fly
One day I will soar and visit stars
Remember those days?
Too young to make life decisions. Too old to depend on mom. Wandering on the uncertained journey of life independently.
Chemical reactions determine how I shape my words on this page.
Internal flickers and quarks determine how many times I blink while processing my thoughts.
My heart, just like my face,
Is an open book.
Anyone who comes upon it
Is free to take a look.
What my mouth does not say,
My eyes might as well scream.
There is no cover, no disguise
Life never granted me wings but
It told me that I could glide on a single whisp of wind.
I breathe in promises of my potential.
I settle down in a nest of sparkling lies.
I am on the tips of my toes,
balancing on the edge of forever,
staring down into a cloud of greatness.
I teeter on the thin line of have
and have not,
a bundle of nerves and a strung out lie,
My heart is beating faster than normal.
Perhaps it’s the coffee or all this anticipation.
On edge and full of emotion.
An agonizing wait as today is the day.
The day that could change.
I have decided to take the leap and go off to college.
Leaving behind my family, town, and friends of my current knowledge.
While off I will be free to explore,
To discover the world once hidden beind closed doors.
The world isn't the same,
It's the addiction to beauty
And the craving of fameThat makes this whole world a shame.You see, life is just a game,If we lose who do we have to blame?
Turn on the radio
Max out the volume
Do you love this song?
That song speaks to you
On a level no one can ever imagine
Not the whole song but
Just that one line the artists says
I.
I wonder if I’ll ever learn to spell the word receipt
without having to google it first,
if I’ll find the courage to pull back the curtain
and enter into the uncertainties of my life
"I have a dream" a wise man once said,
where everyone is created equal
But how is it that dreams could come
with a price tag that's deceitful?
They tell you growing up to always "shoot for the stars"
A sick child, I made a wish
I wished for a future, I wished for a cure
I wished for a miracle, but I got more
Defying all odds, I'm still alive
Two years into college, and still I strive
I was 12 years old, sitting on the front porch.
Parents arguing inside, about money of course.
When I grow up, none of this,
No paycheck-to-paycheck living,
No worrying about making ends meet,
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
No one held him
As life slipped away
He breathed in the last piece of this world
As a target surrounded by
Preconceived ideas
Of who he used to be
Who he was before
FROM MY YOUTH COMES GREAT WISDOM.
FROM MY YOUTH COMES OUR FUTURE.
FROM MY YOUTH COMES STRENGTH.
FROM MY YOUTH COMES POWER.
FROM MY YOUTH COMES SOUL.
LIFE, BEAUTY, AND LOVE COME FROM THE ROOTS OF MY YOUTH.
Laundry had to be done
And there was something
About some bill
That I had to pay.
Thousands of dollars
Spent and borrowed
For a piece of paper that says
I’m smart, I’m qualified.
Desperate to know, what could have been, what used to beDying to know what you hear, what you see. I am separate from the world, my mind is a mess and you can't handle that,
I’ve seen the promising become promise-less, helpless, useless
A straight A student taking a straight edge razor to prescription pills
To heal the hell until she fell
Drowning neck high in alcohol
The sound of the bass becoming one with my heart,
The feeling of strings underneath my fingers,
Education wasted
Through blood, sweat, and tears they tasted
Longed for the things we are handed on a silver platter
And yet we neglect this precious gift as if it didn’t matter
on the outside looking in.
no sense of beginnings.
failing is constant.
looking up blind.
system cave in.
promise of forgiveness.
fate of distance.
fade to reality.
Still like water, in the shade of palms
Beneath the arms, of a desert sun
This soul is calm, with the frequencies
Of the cosmos, flowing through me
Blue sky across rough horizon
Endless are these dry oceans
Don't know what to do.
Can't have my cake and eat it too.
I can go to one school and then transfer. Or I can go to another school and transfer somewhere else.
I don't know what I want.
I want out so badly.
Mom, I know you’re proud of me, that I have not cried in front of you
every time I see you since you told me my dream school is off the table.
We can’t afford it.
I'm turning 25 this year,
And with another passing day I fear,
That I have nothing to show and my life is slipping away.
I mean, I don't know what you've been told,
But even at 20 I thought 25 was old,
im crafting my journey the way from the dim
as the light is blind eye that i cant see
days seems oh so right can be the most beautiful fright
mind beyound measure but we dont remeber everything that happin last night
A love of teaching is hard to find
For some try in vain to fill the mind
And others are bitter, aloof, and unkind
And still others tire of the daily grind
Ryan Summers Politician April 27, 2014
My niche is filled with chat of the upcoming elections
And the debate with others who detest my views.
A thousand dollars..
I need a stack, a "G", in today's society
if you want higher knowledge then you must pay a fee
Corrupt visions in this government made my reality
People are dyingMothers are cryingI don't think I can survive itthe block is hot don't you hear the sirenscall 911 cuz they shooting again
If rebirth was an option, or reincarnation a possibility... I would be scared to be a human again.
It can't be done.
You can't act in films.
You're from Missouri, where dreams grow to die, like weeds under the sun.
They shout so loud, it bounces off the stars, meaning I can't even sleep to dream at night.
My dream has no name,
it is still an uncreated concept,
one that I hope to create.
My dream embraces my passions,
Three StepsI don't want this architecture degree,the $60,000 debt and 90 hour weeksjust so I can get the jobthat will change my life.No.I want the job
My dream job isn't a job at all
Well, at least for me it's not
I mean, your dream job shouldn't feel like a job
If only I could
Give you a life,
One thats worth living,
One without strife,
I would.
If only my job
Became a career,
Then we would live,
Without fear,
Of living like Uncle Bob.
What should I do? Where can I go?
Are these not things I ought to know?
Which path to choose? What if I fail?
Can one small choice my life assail?
Yet should I wait to play at fate
This is a tale
Of a child
Who found Love in a realm of Fear
With courage and her pen
Vowed to spread Happiness through the dreary land
One life mission, one tool in hand
All different in color, size, and shape
Unique as each grain of sand
that withstands the melting of heat and pressure
To create the beauty that is a stain glass being held by walls that stand
A glance into the future is what we all hope to see.
What lies in that moment will essentially drive who we will be!
What do we hope to accomplish is a challenge in itself?
What is a life? Measured in the days, milestones? We rent the time on this earth, so we measure in love.
After death a life only continues in memories. You will be forgotten if you are “idle”.
My eyes see the world
In ways different than yours
Forming ideas, designing images
This is the gift I was given
Turning what you see into art
Frames, collages, canvasses
And one day
Tock
Tock
Wash your hands.
Remember: paper, lines, game.
Paper: history, English
O.
Did I lock my car?
Memorize your lines
Rehearsal rehearsal rehearsal.
For all of my lifeI have been told,"follow the crowd"and "fit the mold".But I am unique,you see.
Caught off guard;
Shock held silent grip;
A few sniffles emerged;
Red cups in a fence with a bouquet
Spelling the words
RIP Spez.
For the first time
Teachers sobed openly in front
What this money means to me
Is that one day I'll succeed
I'll succeed to achieve my dreams
These days feel like half-empty sheets of paper
and I don't have enough ink in my pen
My coffee has gone cold
but I continue drinking,
because drinking
is a nervous habit of mine
An average jobWith an average payA comfortable settingThat’s my forte
I want to workStay humble and healthyMeet someone, fall in loveAnd stay close to family
She was only 14,
When he had collapsed into her lap.
Eyes filled with terror,
Hands shaken cold.
Concerned hand
Shoots up
Riddled with
Purple tracks along
Vein’s corridors indicating
Another kind of shooting
Eyes glassy yet aware
Functioning child
Unknowing of what his
Ah, the good old days,
Where people laugh and smile,
And children run and play.
Kindness stays in town for a while.
Oh, the pressing present,
Where people push and scorn,
continuing to search
for solutions
for the involuntary kill
all similar triangles
dead-eyed
squinting in traffic
public television
blasting from the T.V.
Wedding Day
Grand in beauty
Shining brighter than any city
Rose’s rocket skyward
Together
Alone in the shadows,
No more, ended suffering
The doors open slowly,
Too hard to close so easily.
Don't look back, move forward.
Let's go then, to a landscape
Ravaged by the pain of innocents:
children's dirty faces
It's dangerous, y'know,
To live your dreams,
To just get up and go.
I could do something smart.
Be a teacher, or major in business,
In the ladder of succes take part.
We are wild and reckless, with our youthful dreams and the promise of change.
If these fragile hands could craft the future of your children,
I would set a fire under every pair of Levi pockets,
The tears you've cried into your brand name shirt sleeve,
Change is something everyone is quite familiar with.
Change can be good and also bad.
People sit around waiting for change to happen instead of getting up and making the change themselves.
When I was younger, I never cared about what other people looked like,
About the color of their skin.
None of that ever mattered to me.
My parents taught me to look deep down inside of a person;
Suspicious, what a way to describe you.
I am suspicious, too.
I walk around black
and wear a hoodie so I "slang clack."
Why can't I wear this 'cause I'm cold?
When your used to speeding through life,
As I have done in such a short time,
Running every stop sign,
Shifting up through red lights,
Ignoring every sign of caution,
Total disregard for the consequences,
It’s not just one job; it is a future. Your future. My future. The future of the girl who sits in class with bright eyes that will eventually be dulled by the desk job she will be thrown into.
The dream is always changing,
yet it stays the same.
To be a prima ballerina,
to be a surgeon,
a singer,
a broadway star.
To be a proffessional hurdler.
To be an astronuat.
What will I tell my children
15 years from now?
My brave 8 year old boy and his sweet 5 year old sister?
"Why mommy, is daddy away all the time?" They ask:
"Because he is catching the bad guys"
Life is full of opportunites
And it's up to me to take my chances.
To give back and not only change my life,
But change everyone who advances.
Because life isn't always easy.
There's a void in my head.
What could it be but the emptiness I feel in my being?
One tells me I will not make it,
Another tells me they see a bright end of a dark tunnel.
The ideas in my head scream for attention,
Different faces are other worlds,
Sepererated by blue bodies,
And met by metal scraps in the sky.
A life that would melt the ice,
And separate the tied tongue
Is a sweet I wish to try.
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?
If you may ask
many already know
I want to be an anesthesiologist
to help myself gain power
and grow
but there is more to life than power and money
but to support a possible family
One, Two, Three, Four,
are you eager for it's shore?
The pale face rises into night,
soldiers stand watch with eyes of glimmer and shine.
we stand watch on the woods of our sailors
The Joy of Baking
Do what you love
Never work a day
Alone in the apartment
Just the oven and I.
I bake up a storm
Never stopping to worry
Just cookies and cakes
Everywhere we go
Everywhere we see.
Technology here, technology there.
Most of us see it, certain others don’t.
Some may ask what is an app?
What is Facebook?
Is it all good on that?
Running through the woods,
Right behind you don’t look back,
Feeling the breath leave your lungs,
Can’t breathe…can’t breathe…
Parents do not work, they love what they do
the weight of finding a career on my shoulders.
I would hate to disappoint them,
so i reach out to business owners wanting to make some money.
God work your magic through my hands;
I'll heal the souls of the dedicated.
When they break like rusted baskeball nets,
I remind them why they entered the game.
Remember when you dad got you your first ball?
When you start off young you see yourselfan astronaut among the starsor driving in all the fancy cars. You never know what mess you’ll get in
To have any job I desired
Would be quite a miracle.
Toiling day in, day out
But enjoying it- that is the key.
Although I have not always had the most pleasant
Experiences at the dentist,
She was a worker from Primerica
The best company in America
Studies her way out to be a doctor
By the watchful eye of her brother, the protector
There's two people staring back at me,
a reflection;
a nightmare.
The difference between the one in the mirror,
the one I want to be,
is that, unlike the one in my nightmare,
Motherhood is never easybut it’s the best job in the worldthe world will tell you differentbut never listen to their liesthey don’t know the joy and beautyof raising up a child.
One day you will write a song for my soulAnd as soon as I hear it I'll just knowIt will be the tune I've waited for all alongYou'll run your fingers through my hair and say this is our song
So much time has past since freshmen year,
We've found ourselves and who we are,
Maybe we can leave this place with some cheer,
But we will leave with much, much fear.
Things always change left and right,
i live for
sunshine,
not in the sky but lighting up faces
like christmas tree lights strung on a tree,
and the star on top is lost in their vibrant eyes.
i live for
I am a secondary English teacher.
At least, I dream to be.
I want nothing more
than to shape a generation
and inspire people like me
to want to teach
and create
and grow
and learn
One job.
One life.
To change.
To inspire.
A spoken word.
A musical addition.
An artisitc eye.
The definition of what I may become.
Advertisement.
Who are you going to call,
When your leg is broken and you can't walk,
When you have sniffles and the chills,
When your back is constantly hurting,
But you don't know why?
Who are you going to call,
Today and Tomorrow Not the same now Its like two sides of a coin Heaven and Hell i supposeToday's ride homeTomorrow's pollution stormYet no one seems to botherunless its the order
Why does it matter if my skin is darker than yours?
Why take my land away from me and leave me here suffering with an empty soul?
At least give me clean water in return,
rip open my head and yours,
The society we live in is largely consisted of the latest tech inventions-
Smart phones, computers, tablets, galore.
What most fail to realize is that these gadgets seep deceptions.
Dream marvelously entered in an oven,
I kept it moist.
Dream, dream, dream,
A delicious dream,
Vivid cake full of fresh berries and fluffy cream.
Dream, dream, dream,
A sparkling dream,
She stands in the middle looking on
Surveying another queen's domain
Careful of the feline eyes that follow her
The royalty so briefly locked away
She is the ever-watchful caretaker
My dream job is managing a restaurant
I love all the different types of smells that come out of a kitchen
We are so focused on teaching our young people to dream that we forget to teach them how to reach these things
For what I do not seeFor what you doFor what we encounterFor what they don't
To see delightTo see wonderTo see imperfectionTo see warnings
What would you change
He said
What would I change...
My mothers' words
And my sisters'
The friends
Who used me
And turned their back
When I needed them the most
My fathers' cancer
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.
The stars; so far yet so near.
Though impossible, I can feel their soft whispers through the night.
Rippling in my ear, each has a story to tell,
A story of the beginning, the now, and the end.
My dream job?
I want to be a fighter.
I want to do something meaningful, stand up for something worth fighting for.
Lawyers, they don't get much respect nowadays, always looked down upon,
Do what you can
And wile you can
Do what you will
So you can fulfill
The wishes that you have
And I will stand on your behalf
Change isn't just a word,
Nor is it a bunch of letters crushed together, making it sound believable to our ears
It's a movement
It's a wave
It's for the good and for the bad
Bright lights shining in my face
A face that is not disgraced
A face looking into the face of the camera
That will lead me to a new fate
No politics or sob stories
Sports and only sports all day every day
These eyes see farther than most
They can see right to your soul
But most importantly, they see the future I demand
This vision is scary to some who cannot understand
Power, power is what I have
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,
Woman
One of two or one of many
Depending on your views
Woman
Not worthy of wealth
Except wealth of home
To the man she calls
To the man she owes
Woman
I've been known to think endlessly of the sun, burning so hot it feels like hellfire setting my heart aflame and searing through my veins. to obsess over the future,
I stand in front of this mirrorI rub my eyes to try and see clearerI stare at this reflection
Are you afraid, are you left cold
By the thought of our parting,
The final separation
On that lonely day
Somewhere in the distance,
The unknowable future that
Folds the Now and the Then
Memories from childhood bounced out of a thick fog in her mind.
Wishing her siblings would learn to leave her things alone.
Wishing, for just one day, she could live in a quieter house.
It is for many,
But meant for once,
Many will read it,
None recall,
What's said months ago,
Doesn't matter now,
Twitter dilutes,
Our words somehow.
They say I'm young and black
Which means I'm going to be a threat
When we walk in the store they get straped
And the cops always on your back
Some do them like O-dog
Some do them like Treyvon
They say I'm young and black
Which means I'm going to be a threat
When we walk in the store they get straped
And the cops always on your back
Some do them like O-dog
Some do them like Treyvon
Take off your glasses, the world is a blur.
People messed up, clothes on backwards,
life is an abstract art-
hard to decipher.
Stand on your head, everything is flipped.
College is a beautiful thing.
Without it, I'd probably be in a sling
or a slum,
hanging out with some bum.
College is great for the brain.
Without it, I would be in everlasting pain.
upon a dandilion i blew
its seeds floaten soflty on a breeze so true
and the wish that engulfed my heart and my soul
was a wish that had something to do with you
that night i saw a shooting star
They tell me that I should
forget the past,
live for the present,
and don't worry about the future.
Haha yeah, okay...
The past is what makes me who I am.
Those lacerations in my pride...
My life, I watch it from the passanger side
of the car, go go go and never come back.
Today, apart of me; who I am died.
Please excuse my color...
White man that fears me,
excuse the color of the skin I was born in.
Im sorry that the dark pigmentation send shivers down your spine.
I was born this way, you see.
I will join your herd
Although your vision is blurred
Soon you will be subdued
This world is very crude
But I will struggle on
And I cannot wait until dawn
And so I felt
This whole system melt
Across from the ocean,
I sit on the beach,
I'm lost in tranquility,
As my soul tries to breathe.
White clouds moving slowly,
The breeze calm and still,
I'm caught in the moment,
The storm is still brewing
I know it's coming
I can deny it
I can ignore it
I can joke about it
But it’s still going to come
That monumental moment
That crucial conclusion
We are scared of being judged.
We are scared of being wrong.
We are scared of sounding dumb.
We are scared of change.
We are scared of the future.
We are scared of relationships.
You are special in every way
You are simply cute all round
You emergence into my world is awesome
You brought hope, peace, joy, laughter, wealth and love
What people think when the see a white mom with kids
Oh she works so hard.
They're so cute!
They must be a handful
oh terriable two's!
What people think when they see a black mom with kids
i try to be independent, to tell them all that i can do it by myself.
they smother me with their worries and their fears.
i want to live my life as i see it.
but they want me to live my life as they see it.
Life can spur.
Love can be found.
A memory can be made.
Spontaneous laughs will happen.
A surprise kiss.
A wonderful dream.
But tears will fall.
Hearts will be broken.
Here I stand at the precipice,
I gaze off the edge.
Into a world uncertain,
into the void ahead.
Don't know where I'm going,
Only where I'm coming from.
Brace myself for the change,
The Dawning- An Original Poem by Catelin Haight
Time marches on,
Or so I'm told
This Body is young
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
Out on the streets, I run by many things
I run by the cars in their rush
By jagged cracks in the concrete
By hills of strength and downhills of bliss
My feet propel me foward
Every Christian has a different burden that they carry many of them forget that there is a sweet anointing in the sanctuary that there is a stillness in the atmosp
Dear God, make me a bird, so i can fly far,far far away from here.
Make my wings strong and willful,
lighter then my heavy heart
and my feathers so pale and golden
As we walked through the doors
Our hearts were racing, scared to death of what we'd be facing
The next four years, we would be in this place
The next four years, we would learn every face
She was running towards the future. She was running and runningTrying to catch her breath even though it was getting kind of hardShe was running towards her future.
Life flashes before us,A brillant silver stream.It sweeps you up and takes you,Takes you on a journey.It's not random, unplannedIt takes you to your destiney,
There's a little black box with a little brown brush
And endless colored paint for an impossibly white wall.
Holding my brush, I stare at the wall,
Twas the night before exams,
And all through the house,
Everybody was worrying,
Even the mouse.
The textbooks were out,
Coffee mugs laid near,
As I sat by the fire,
I'm sitting and I'm waiting
I'm just waiting
and there are people around me
whispering amongst themselves
as if everything is okay.
I cannot figure out
why they are here
Like the caged chimp I sitWaiting for evolution to carry me on.The metal bars chill me to the bone.
Though the atmosphere closes in on me, I feel withdrawn.
And I can’t help but grit my teeth
Different.
People.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Get up again.
And again.
Class.
Gross food.
Friends.
Parties.
Boys.
Homework.
Study.
Finals.
It's true to say,
Every girl has flaws,
And it's true that its displayed
Every guy has been clawed.
But ones for sure,
For me it's a personal tour.
I can say that I've loved
We are born into a world of infinite possibility.
Right from the start we are putty, little balls of soul made of faith and trust and pixie dust
He sits and wondersAlways five steps aheadHis thoughts are thunderYet his body lies deadHe left the present behindTrying to bully it out of his mind
Do you ever wonder
If this is the right thing to do?
Do you ever get paralyzed
With fear
Because you don’t want to wake
Forty years old
Look back and just say
“What the hell?”
A practically endless stream of copies lines the shelves at just about every store we can think of.It’s printed so very often.By so many different publishers.
Looking into the eyes of a savage beastI see blood that boils beyond the breaking pointand beneath his feet are the brittle bonesof the ones he's put an painful slumber.
Not knowing what my future may withold from me
I try my hardest to strive for excellence
I want to be the next to succeed.
not end up on the streets with a heart that doesn't bleed.
We are ever-changing,
Constantly running through a cycle,
Sometimes in circles like a unicycle.
We are the washer and dryers of life,
Rolling onto our second load.
I see our souls dancing as we entwine,
rhythm, steps, keeping time.
Beautiful whisps of silver cord,
dancing upward, heaven-toward.
Our love keeps us bound,
As I lie in bed,
With a pillow under my head;
Being me,
No one can see,
So what can I be?
Making decision,
Is like making crucial incisions;
Wake up everyday to a the same say
"Right hand over your heart,begin..."
Then begins the complaining
Every night " I stay up late to grade"
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 . . .
The Point of Being
Transition
It has all converged
So long I’ve yet waited and so fast departed
Whose destination is love.
YOU and you and You are my definitions.
I’ve learned that I’m just in love with a concept.
Life doesn’t work that way.
I want the best of all;
I always end up with
Lay down your head my childI promise things will be better when your eyes openAnd when the night becomes dayWe will still be together forever and always
I love you and you love me too
our relation binds us close.
We may not want but time ahead
She said it was the most consuming thing,
the way he would flow through her, and every word she sang.
Take high school seriously
Wouldn’t want the smart people giving you sympathy
Young women have more pride
Be classy or be nothing, darlings you decide
Pregnant teenagers popping babies
At times it seems like money grows on trees
because the governement lets go of money like it's shaking of fleas
$40,000 dollars they spend on each prisoner each year
The days I wondered became my burden,
the days I live becomes my wonder.
By looking at the eyes of children,
I see a person in a mirror of grim,
but as for the surprise of life,
the light has shine.
what we learn in the classroom,
we may think id pointless,
but what we learn in highschool
could get us out of and political mess.
As the future of our country
we need to stamd and say
Dance to the winds of desolation
And create turbulence
In the pathways of the rulers
Don’t be afraid to break their reign
They dig graves for everyone
Of ashes burnt from conviction
You can't build success just on swag
That's like going school in a trash bag
You can't party all day sleep all night
You must work to your best just to make it right
Sure you can walk with that hint of sauce
Every day I go to work
I'm training to be
something that'll make them look good
Make them look great
A gateway toward another world
a brighter, better future.
A simple silence conquers the world
and leads to more conclusive,
evidence of brighter minds
and sharper clarification
Oh future, how bright it may seem,
The light does not yet beam,
For one must make the best use of this,
To not create an embarrassing miss.
The work that must be done may seem harsh,
Explore my mind, Explore my mind
What am I to be? Who am I t find?
What will life bring to me? Why do I feel blind?
Blinded by my destiny, my true destiny I wonder
A Poet, an actress, a dancer
I'm doing better
She says she hears it
In the sound of my voice
And I wonder if she hears
You in there too
The worst thing you can say
How do you know what to choose
From all the options thrown at you?
Where do you want to go?
What do you want to do?
It's all up to you.
For everything that you're worth,
The flavor dances to the tip of my tongue;
Of the luscious sweetness of the first hello;
Biting at the first taste what life has strung;
And spitting out my past below.
My first hello of my new career;
I open up my mind,
and see the possibilities.
Fantasy I always find.
Space and time just reality.
Peace signs around the world I always hoped,
but every time I look around the world
I hope i hope and i hope
my decisions make my future
a bright future with bright decisions
Will I do for me or others?
Will I regret when I choose
one over the other?
When I'm an adult.
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
You think the world revolves around you,
as most college professors do.
Really?
Hell, I have a lot more things on my mind than your class.
Tutoring.
Eating.
Working.
Surviving.
The future is unknown to anyone.
All we can hope for is the best,
Until this short life is done.
Blue, brown, hazel eyes of all earthly guest
Three broken hearts all in one day,
But my love for you still stays.
We are silenced in the depths of darkness.
I pray that someday the barrier will be broken
For us to be away from the farthest of fears,
Most have heard or read
the animated anecdotes of the dead.
They are given with joy and wrapped in a bow -
- stories of life, of music, of love.
But all anecdotes end.
Few ever say or re-claim
I'm sorry for not being like you
I'm sorry for not looking the same as you
This is the way God made me
He made me in his image of perfection
But whydid youhate me?
You didn't know my name
I know I'm not stupid, I just seem to barely pass. It's not that I don't try, it's because I'm not Her, the one in my class. She is funny, hilarious in fact. I just sit in the corner, not knowing how to act. Her hair flows, skinny jeans show h
How deep can the depths of your heart go?How many things do you hide that you've wanted to show?You bottle it up and swallow your pride.You cover it up when it's clear that you've cried.Let your heart tell your mind what you've wanted to say.Let i
I can't write a poem.
There are no longer words
to describe how I'm feeling.
I can no longer tell you a story,
Or illustrate that same sad picture.
I fear that I've lost motivation.
I am uninspired,
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
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.
im not afraid of needles
im not even afraid of the dark
but im terrified of losing you and the thought of us apart
im not afraid of heights
im not even afraid to ask for help
Yeah, I'm white
Never Been in a fight
But my dream is to knock out some lights
Talkin' 'bout dreams,
one-a mine's to be free
Ya see, my parents lock me down with a key
Yo, little do you know about me
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.
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.
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.
I wrote about you before I met you.
I wrote about your dark skin and your fustrating hair
I wrote about the way you dance alone before you shower
And the way you observe the choreography created by your favorite musicians,
Mother Earth
rejoices hymns
of children
cradled in branches
birthed by her human mothers
Mother Earth
rooted in pain
endurer of vain
bears blessing, sends prayer
Wishes after another, every star I see,
every star that makes me believe,
is a leaf on a tree.
Ready to take sail with the wooshes of a wind
Undeveloped or maybe impossible.
I heard about a young man whose life was cut short
By an individual who categorized him into an unlawful sort
His judgment was merely predicated on appearance,
Where my brother?
Where were you when they took my brother?
Can you hear him? He is safe now, he has made it home,
But why did you let him take my brother!
We was not saint nor sinner but he was my brother.
with some of these teachers i just want to use profanity
they talk and talk and talk i think i just might lose my sanity
they can go off on so mant irrelivant rants
He was just as innocent as you,
or maybe he was better,
His soft, calm personality, just as light as a feather,
walking home after a long day,
never intended to cross your way,
Danz is my life in the
spring is a sunny day, when
sun is bright, and warm like
green feels like grass,
purple looks like flowers, and
pink is a peaceful jazz, and hip-hop
beat.
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
I'm tired of math. Too many know-it-all teachers can't communicate
I don't learn like that, could you elaborate?
"You see, the radius is C over Pi because Pi is the answer, but what is Pi?
Here is where I layWasting away my daylooking for the right way
Yesterday I was nothingToday I am somethingTomorrow I am anything
Although we may not see it yet,
We are all destined to be something great,
We will all save someone one day,
And then go back to being ourselves the next,
The best thing to do is be humble,
The youth is struggling
For a voice
A mega-phone world wide message
"We are here, we exist, looking for some acceptance"
The words dangling empty promises on posters in empty hallways read
Can't believe this is my final yearI'm going to get home sick so where's the cureI'm at a stop like lights with a deerI'm on a long road and it's only just begun
Observe the young children.
Laughing
Playing
Shouting
Happy.
Soon some will crave
a drink or two
a smoke or two
a lovely high
a dull needle
a brusie from a lover
The sweet reverie of a little girl in a Cinderella dress
Does not hold a demise
For no person shall attempt to withhold her
She has imagination creativity innocence virtue
Let her twirl
At 5:45, the alarm clock rings
A moment’s hesitation, and I’m out the door
I go to school to “learn new things”
Problem is, I’ve seen it all before
Gossip in the hallway, makeup in the bathroom
It's the beauty all around, that calls sweetly to deaf ears. Persisting that it's presence be found, but not many hear. A voice melodic, story hypnotic, with love and sadness intermingled. Eternal love and freedom began with strife.
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.
Each day prepares us
For that furture we strive for
The blood, sweat and tears
Proof of all our endeavours
Waiting for the day
when our passion and career are finally one
Staring into the future
Wondering what is to come
Wishing for a clear answer
Amongst the muddled
Whispers of others
Can you withstand the
Barrage of false hopes, crumbling
Promises, and dying dreams
Pressed upon you each day
The world’s deadliest sword clenched in hands that has no defined color
dancing across fields that are pure white.
It is wielded by soldiers who carry more ideas than a beast of burden can bare.
said today to tomorrow: "hi,
we are the same. you have lost
a few leaves but seasons are meant
to change. and there is water
in me, water in you -
three-fourths of your clouds are afraid
I feel like I've been sitting here
Waiting for my time to come
But no seconds are passing me by
I'm tired of looking out this window
But the leaves reveal with every fall
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?”
I love my life.
I've had pain and I've had strife.
One day I'll become a doctor and pick up my surgical knife.
I'll love that life.
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.
I've cherished all this time
Never told anyone I could achieve it
Until I saw a sign
Still know one has believed it
Chased it since I was young
Live it now since I'm old
Children that are formed
In the mind
Before the body
Are always the least happy
They have to live up
Without I who will be the future
Who will make dreams come true
Who will make the world a better place
Without I what is tomorrow
Without I who are you
With I there will a better tomorrow
You bred me
As a child of imagination and intellect.
You fed me half-baked expectations
Slathered in cookie-cutter dreams.
Malnourished by your monotonous instruction,
Teach meTell meExplain to me the significance of your systemAn A, a B, C, D, FTeach me the meaning of your systemminus ten, twenty, thirtyTeach me the meaning of it all.
In elementary school,
I was told:
To look both ways before crossing the street,
Do not run with scissors
Don't cheat in hide and seek.
Friends are forever,
And secrets are kept discreet.
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
Everyone's looking for their someone,
The one to make them whole.
Everyone keeps wishing,
To be a less lonely soul.
You hope that person's out there,
With all the love you need.
I looked into the crystal ball,
But it wasn't too clear.
She said "I can see your future
up to the next thirty years.
I see you've suffered greatly,
But you'll meet somebody new.
When you look back at history you notice certain patterns
How people fought for rights or did things that mattered
MLK said he had a dream
Some stated what they believed
The
truth about my life Is that I am unsure.
You could say that I have the
Pursuit
of getting my college degree, a job,
A winter night beneath the full moon is all that it takes
To strike the longing heart with the sharp sword of sorrow
Gasping weeps to the night carried by tears that keep me awake
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.
You see people that seem so sure of what they want to do and how they are to do it.
Then you look at yourself and your stomach just drops.
You rack your brain for abilities you may possess that could help figure a way out,
Walk away
and turn your back on your future
step by step
your past is fading fast.
picture by picture your screams become just bad dreams.
Walk faster
turn harder and you'll go peacefully.
Father, forgive me for I have sinned;
But worse than the others, I’ve sinned against him.
Father, forgive me for I have sinned;
But given the choice we both know I’d do it again.
I hope you know
how much your smile lights up the room,
making all the little problems of my day dissapear.
I hope you know
how much it means to me when you do something for me
Life is filled with choices
Which may be influenced by voices
About financial aid and college courses
Only lends to the soreness
College is purely optional
But without it where can you go
The world is changing at the speed of light,
The fighters love and the lovers fight.
The meaning of love is no longer known,
But the hate within us is no longer shown.
The world is better, but is also worse,
This is a money hungry nation and without it you can't succeed,
People havin to suffer for things they need,
Yet the priveleged prosper from their greed,
I'm stuck in quicksand while the rich go full speed,
Children Of God Wake Up
This Is More Than An Act Of Murder
This Is More Than An Act Of Racism
This Is More Than An Act Of What’s Right And What’s Wrong
This Is More Than An Innocent Boy
Honestly, where im from success doesnt come around commonly
You're successful if you survive a lifetime in my shoes
Successful if you're not related to violence and are broadcasted on the news
Are we waiting on a change?
Or are we waiting on the day,
When men will stand up and take their place.
In families,
Hurting,
Crying,
Searching for direction.
Mothers do all the work,
In a world where goodis not good enoughand perfection is an endnever quite attained
I am trapped
I laid everything out so plainly
I delivered the maps and counted the steps
Marked the spot with the proverbial ‘X’ and yet here you stand
With no sense of direction, looking to me for guidance
I write to live, I don’t live to write
In the seemingly endless journey that is life, dreams must be delayed, sacrifices made
What happened to my dream?
It did not die
It did not disappear
It is alive
So I woke up one day and wondered where I was headed
because I can't look back my past it has been embeded
No time for regrets so I gotta keep moving
but ironically I can't move because my past wasen't soothing
We'll be here until the end of time,
let's not leave love behind,
let's be kind,
clean the earth,
make it shine,
because our world is so fine,
everything is beautiful,
keep an open mind,
I am not important,
neither is my name,
just know that I love you
and I'll take away the pain.
Someone's always there
to help you dry your tears,
you'll never be alone.
I hope to dream a perfect dream,
A dream where my sleep is not disturbed.
I hope to live a successful life,
A life where I can live happily.
I want to give my children things,
I Write For
The Ones Younger Than I
A Sight To See Further Than The Sky
Happy Faces
Dream Places
Success In Me Shows Greatness In Them
Singing For Her
Sports For Him
How should one describe the world?
Is it a dandy place with clouds and swirls?
Perhaps that's what children would say.
But adults know there's bills to pay.
We all say we should go green.
Burden by definition something oppressive or worrisome
And what I refuse to be
Mother I’m sorry must have said that phrase a million times
People must be stupid I’m not dropping out to kick some rhymes
When I was born, I stood on the shotgun seat.
Danger was a challenge best met naïve.
My dad told me, “Sit down or you’ll get hurt.”
There is no title to this poem.
There is no pattern to my rhymes.
This is simply a way
To talk about new times.
This can mean a few things.
New can be filled with sorrow,
Tell me, is this how we are to live?
Where drugs, weapons, and sex hold or generation captive
When did education start being a choice instead of a requirement?
Your either writing your feelings down or writing what's on your mind.Many write it down as a verse, like a journal or in stanzas,but I'm one to write what I feel, or when I'm bind.I write because I can not always speak the truth,my mouth is sewed
Poetry...words that merely chose me
Opened my eyes and heart in ways the world cannot see
I was lost...trapped in sadness that would last
Fought continuously with the darkness of my past
Let’s take a journey through time:
An unborn nation,
Develops from thievery, greed, and opportunistic visions…
Swish, swish, swish…
In search for new territory.
Bang, bang, bang…
By the time I matter, Will it be too late?
Will people debate my soul's resting place?
Will they predict who I could have been?
Will by deeds outweigh by sins?
Will they consider these circumstances?
"You're almost done."That's what they say,A loaded gun pointed my way.Now its time for work, not play.
It's all up to me now.. my future is mine to hold. To determine now before I grow old. If I do not work for it it will not be there for me.
If he wanted the arizona tea and skittles... he could've asked,
a life pressed rewind from the first breath to the last,
I wish the lottery and raises wouldn't bring as much joy as they do.
I wish your happiness and satisfaction with life didn't depend on the amount of money you had.
I am a dreamer and a believer,
A student who strides to be the best.
Only willing to be an explorer,
Of a future filled with tests.
It won't be easy to succeed,
But I will not let life pass me by.
We are young, but that doesn't mean we don't understand.
We are young, but that doesn't mean we can't feel nothing.
We are young, but that doesn't mean we can't do something.
Seventeen, young and dead
From one man's gun he bled
Court, Trial, and Verdict
Zimmerman was the one the jury picked
He would leave a free man
Defense was the reason at hand
I am at the crossroadsI see what I can be and what I would have to do.But I am scared, only I can decide what I can do,And if I fail it is only myself to blame.
What goes on in the city
From the windows of icy apartments
Filled with the eyes of those looking out
And those being watched
Can they see us, seeing them
Jealousy rushing in our sockets
Poetic justice which
Whispers in my thoughts
Soft influence
Leads me to my own conclusions
No wrong answers
Indiscernible meanings
Inspirations-
Lead me to always have
Aspirations-
The change for Tayvon starts with me.
A young black indivdual who became livid behind the fact that another black soul was taken from this earth.
Dear child, think of your future,
And better yet, that of others.
It is of greater greater importance
Than that which you shall perceive.
So often is it that we forget,
Or choose not to remember
They Call Me a Kid
Because My Hair Curls
I Wear Vans & I Lean A Little To My Left
But With My Glasses On
Hair Up
Reading a Mary B. Morrison Book
I’m Intelligent
This Stereotype
We question the gifts that we are given
not realizing the lives that are taken
because of our greed and the seeds that we plant in the minds of our seeds and the hearts of our souls.
Who are we to question Gods plan?
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
When a murderer walks free,
Are you still proud to be an American?
And when an innocent teen is killed,
Why does the killer walk free?
When a man is shot,
Do you blame the victim?
From day one I've had goals
Goals thought to be immposible even by myself
Some I have acheived
Others i've yet to even percieve
Along with these aspirations I've come along a great deal of stress
I am not Trayvon Martin....
but I know what it feels like to wear my
favorite hoodie that's a little too dark for
those who were taught to fear darker things
Beautiful skies filled with gray
Some may think oh what a shame
But i, certainly do not
We hold on to the very last bit we have
I wake up every morning, asking myself, what is my destiny
Sometimes I can't provide myself an answer
But as I begin my morning routine,
The world becomes a little more clearer to me
It’s 2013 and look how far we have come.
Maybe we should say, its 2013 and look how far we have not.
Walking down the street, middle of the night
Long ago there was
A little girl,
So Scared
And Defiant
And Young
So small the wind
Could blow her over
And she never smiled
And she never laughed
Society is large and society is vast.
We learn about our history and past.
As we learn about it was anticipate the future.
We ask many questions of what it will be like to our teachers or tutor.
In Sanford,Florida 2012
Trayvon Martin was shot but who's going to jail
Word says that Zimmerman shot him and pleaded self-defense
But who really knows the truth without real evidence
Policeman left to right
Plan the necessary steps to get closer to your goal. Emerge from a bad experience only looking at the situation as a lesson instead of a mistake.
Born into the world
Untouched and unstained by harm and knowledge
Still clean, fresh, innocent
But then the time starts there
I grow, I change, I alter, I mutate
I create conscious strokes on my blank canvas
To know what my future holds,
You must understand my past.
It's too much to swallow or
To sip from a glass.
It weighs a ton,
Therefore it makes you exhausted after I'm done.
I have come to the realizationthat as a woman of colorI will one day havewith the bittersweet blessingto give birth to a beautiful black baby.Only the third timeI have labeled somethingbittersweet.
I write because that is how I become less arrogant. The purpose is to alleviate soreness towards a friend who constantly bothers me with negligence.
Toughest
Trials
Better
Stronger
Living through the toughest trials to
Live betterand stronger, ensuing future
Grew up with a lot
Obscure path I’ve taken
Opportunities were astounding
Dependence fleeted
Bye to you all
Yesterday is remembered
Every day from now on will be new
Start of my next journey
Bare souls carry her across the wire that cuts deep into her skin leaving ebony footprints behind as she works her way slowly down the path uncharted. No one stops her as she wanders into the dark brush of forbidden times and hidden memories.
My Generation is full of cruel jokes, vulgar photos and lost youth. People who act as if they’ve been raised with the least bit of couth.I have proof.
The past is static its events shall not change
Time can't be reordered, reduced, rearranged
It happened, it's done, its effects have been applied
Perhaps broken roads
Create more beautiful paths
For ones fork in the road
Created a gloomy past
Lessons are learned
and the lessons are passed
For ones valuable mistake
Prevented a serious clash
I am impatiently waiting for you. I’m also wondering if my guesses are incorrections pertaining to you. You don’t understand how bright you seem, and how high you are. Without smoking weed, you’re in the clouds for sure.
The way you gaze into my timid eyes,
You have this way of conquering my breath,
So when you leave me I do not but sigh,
And dwell upon your beauty underneath.
The way I gaze on your enchanting face,
Abused,
Misused,
Mistreated;
A little girl robbed of her innocence.
Tattered,
Broken,
Shattered;
Refusing to fall in love.
Stupid,
Naive,
Butterflies;
I've traveled over mountains,
Through the endless wood,
To search for a path that's mine,
To take the road I should.
Out of darkness, we climb into the sunlight
The past crashing behind us
In foaming waves of dust.
Where once we crawled,
Too tight a space
And black
And cold,
I have trained to be a great house, with thick walls, doors only to open on my account.
I needed to separate, to investigate, to deny and to approve for them to come in.
Its under my control.
How do you know which way is right
There's a right and left,
Wrong and right,
Life or death,
Beginning or end
Who knows what is right
Fears
Fears hold you back from making a choice
Turn it off
Is it the beginning,
where beginners dream of winning
or is it the end,
where dreamers decide on quitting?
I have been ridiculed for disproportionate body parts,
And I have done the same to others' fragile hearts,
I have been teased and toyed with until tears came,
And yet, I have unto others done the same pain,
Hey today was fun and interesting
I was loud and you were determining
What was I like was it all true
Would I be awful and make you blue
How is it that you came and weren't afraid
Why is it that I paid
She lies in bed with me at night,
She pushes me to fight,
She’s the fire that ignites,
And inspires me to write,
She says everything will be alright,
And from the mirror looks into my eyes,
I was waiting for the light to turn green when a fragile, tiny leaf fell onto my windshield and started to dance across like a Russian Ballerina, delicately and flawlessly spinning before it flew away with the breeze.
I'm falling, fading
But I've already done this.
Black glass
Chasing the past
Future.
Unsure, no cure
No sense but suspense
Only not.
Nothing, pure and new.
I haven't got a clue.
Depth is in the thought,
Ideas always flow,
The times have been rough,
No one wants to fall below.
When we die,
We've walked so fast,
There we'll lie,
But hope died last.
So many thoughts running through my head
All day and all night
Thinking as I lay in bed
What to do
Who to be
My future clouded
No clear path I see
I've looked and searched
“Empacó un par de camisas, un sombrero
Su vocación de aventurero, seis consejos, siete fotos
Mil recuerdos”
The beast in me has woken up. The howling of the light that shone through my soul untied the knot of frenetic encapsulation.
My dreams are as far and distant as they could be
Im blind I don’t know where my life will lead
So many choices so many things to choose from
All this weight in my shoulders is too heavy to lift
Responsibility is just more stress.
Carefree lives replaced with obligations,
As life passes we all look for success.
Can’t sleep
Order transcripts
List awards and repeat
Long waits
Essays short
Growing hungry
Eat and repeat
The woman of my soul dances with the men around her.
The girl inside cherishes treasured moments.
The friend within has souls that circle in silence
With the oceans’ rough rumble of dark depths,
No glance or furtive peek needed,
I already know.
They are me, all respiring to one united beat and breath--and we’ll die together at death.
College is coming up like the stuff that bubbles up
From volcanoes in places I've never been to
Will I like it? Will it be good?
I'm kind of scared.
(poems go here) Life is like a story
In which you gradually gain control.
In the beginning, you are unwilling character
But you gradually realize your own power
To change future chapters
I wanted to reach the moon.
They laughed and said I was a dreamer.
I wanted to dive to the depths of the sea.
They laughed and called me a fool.
I wanted to sail around the world.
I've came a long way,
from being teased to switching my tassle,
I always figured my life was a hassle,
Waking up wishing bullies would go away,
I just couldn't grasp the concept of it in a way,
We can't wait for it to get here, but when it's here it quickly goes away.
Reality smacks us in the face when we realize we can't hold on to it.
Oh, how hopeful is the statement what if.
Looking into his eyes, thinking what if.
Laughing together, believing in what if.
Holding his hand someday – oh what if.
Walking down the aisle above the clouds of what if.
(poems go here) As I sit back, reminisce,
and wonder why,
why I am who I am,
and my eyes become watery and I start to cry.
Children are our futures
They are our past
Living the life we've always wanted,
And dreaming the life of prosper
I am.
I am athletic and smart.
I wonder how high is the sky.
I hear the crowd scream as I enter the dome.
I see the defense in man to man zone.
I want to be the best in the NFL.
You radiate a positivity that speaks in volumes when you smile
When the sun sets across your lips I have to daze for a while
I don’t know what it is about you; how you behave
Letters of blue,
background of gray.
A forlorn hue,
a fading day.
Memories made,
memories lost.
Characters built,
companions cost.
Childhood gone,
in body for sure.
Maturity's con,
The shy quiet girl walking through the long halls
As quiet as a mouse
That was me my first two years of high school
Making good grades not having many enemies
But all at the same time making memories
I started mending cuts,
with bandages and peroxide.
Now I am trained to save lives,
watching closely sitting pool side.
The song of the unspoken soldier
I am not sure why we were to be left here.
Gunshots blowing, streaking past our faces.
The great abyss of death and sadness
Only to be remised as light streaking by our eyes.
I’m caught in a whirlwind of fire,
The fire is what terrifies as well as soothes me
This whirlwind is a creation of my love, hate, and desire
Origin, the sweetest of roses,
They say "Don't follow others, just be yourself,
Originality is key; it's all up to you".
They also say "Don't be a freak,
Don't hog all the attention,
Not everyone can be the best",
So what can we do?
Don’t hope for a tomorrow
Better than all the ‘todays’
You have gotten
Only when you realize that
Today
Is better than yesterday
And tomorrow
Is simply an echo of the future
Will you find
Verse 1:
I was a child
paint a picture
Like Scripture
Of a canvas girl
Stars as my light
Music inspired
The prettiest smile
My canvas girl
I am expendable.
And I absolutely will not believe that
I can do great things.
I understand this may be a surprise, but
“Have faith in your abilities”
Was a lie, and
“I’ll never figure it out”
Devising, Drawing, Drafting
Daring to Dream,
Dictating new Designs that haven't been seen.
Evolving Examples,
Efficiently Engineering Excitement,
Establishing and Exanding the world.
I have 98 days until I’m gone
Gone from friends, gone from family, gone from home
I have 98 days to get ready
Deadlines, clothes, jobs, money
I have 98 days to think
Am I ready ? Or am I not? Can’t it just wait?
When I look in your eyes
I see where I want to be
I see the anger
I see the happiness
I see the pain
I see the love
I see the tears
For all the heartbroken teenage poets whose hearts are filled
with unspoken rhymes,
for the lovelorn adolescent authors whose beloved words
are spoken out of time,
From empty thoughts of i do’s, lake front houses, and promises that never follow through, to feeling numb, paralyzed by fantasies with who, I always seem to look right through.
My home
Beautiful seasons of crimsons and greens
Vast blue seas
I’m sorry
Our greedy hands
Ripped through your trees
Poisoned your air and clear waters
And brought fire into your sky
Is it normal to dread the final day of my high school existence?
Is it normal to be intimidated not excited by my approaching college enrollment?
For twelve years I have focused completely on my goal of a college education.
The creaking of an attic’s chest
which contains the stories of a previous life
hidden as dusty almanacs.
Rummaging hands find leather covers –
life to the memories forgotten.
Upon this day hence forth I decree
The clarity of life set through eternity
Unsettled , torn, weary and worn
The aspects to creation settled and born
Unsettled beyond the flow of time,
The creature stirs in its prime,
Clawing and clashing unto the Veil,
With sights blazon and a destructive trail.
The dreamer in me can't stay still
The visions of the future give me chills
Languages I learn: Vietnamese and French
But my satisfaction isn't quenched
I want to travel
I certainly
Don’t want to be
A raindrop falling aimlessly
Pushed by the breeze,
I will appease
The bad weathermen forgeries
What is my role?
What is my goal?
Am I a fish meant for the shoal?
(Total blackness
Then a sudden blinding light
Shining so bright, you wish for darkness
Your stomach begins to force its contents up your esophagus
Flash,
Back to the days
When we believed everything anyone ever told us.
Do we still remember them?
It seems to me,
Those days were so long ago,
Passed by so quick.
Now look at us.
You’ve got that look in your eyes
And I can see you’re off somewhere
Building castles in the air
Hoping one day you can live up there
Hoping one day that you’ll be up there
My father had once told me
you'll never know just what you'll be
even with the end in sight
just before the end of night
dont jump too soon, because you'll fall
just hang on tight, fight through it all
We were successful, happy, carefree, and accomplished. We graduated and moved everywhere.
You tasted sashimi and hated it. I tasted pigs feet and loved it.
10 days and counting
Until I'm out of here.
10 days and counting
Until life becomes clear.
10 days and counting
Until I switch the tassel
10 days and counting
Until life stops being a hassle.
Leaving high school behind
Family and friends staying home.
I'm going to college
And starting life on my own.
Michigan State University
Spartan pride
Known as party central
Interesting ride.
What do I want?
My days are limitless
What do I do now?
My days are limited
I desire my wants
And want my needs
Yet when they approach me
I am afraid, indeed
Who are you reading curiously this poem of mine?
A hundred years from now?
Shall I be able to explore the websites?
-Warped through the soul of my cellular device-
The faintest touch of a screen bringing happiness
You can't be scared to fall in love with anything even if you know how it ends.
Because no matter what, it will end somehow and it will hurt.
That is an absolute fact.
Going to college and leaving you behind
Will not be an easy thing
You are the love of my life
My first, my last, my everything
In days to come I write of hope,
I write of beaming white.
I scrawl of joy and scribble truth,
and smiling, sweet aloof.
Your eyes, green with flicks of brown.
They swallowed me whole.
They took my soul.
They flipped my world world upside down.
As times to come are seen from heav'n above,
As life's pasture of green is burning bright,
When eyes of men so keen do nothing miss,
When hearts of gold are gleaned in dying night,
The student prepares for college
Searching for a school with a perfect fit
The journey has already started
leaving his parents, the boy becomes a man
Click, click goes the mouse on the computer
Why can't that be me with the looks and the charm?
Friends in vast places
Skills and a swift mind
Creativity, athleticism, and all
Six thousand years
Religion is still here
A god still questioned
A book full of lessons
The future is planned
By a very great man
Over time I have learned
The reason I have yearned
Police patrol.
Ambulance's sirens scream.
Gunshots fire.
People run,
In attempt to save their own lives.
And this is the way I walk
The hallow faces of the student shells.
They were once human, just as I.
The taps of sneakers, heels, and flats
We are all locked in, by our own free will.
To the past a world lived and known
To the present a world deformed
To the future a world unknown
A world to take by storm
In an institute where intel collects
Lies the keys of our future prospects
In a little house, just off the main road
I lived and loved with my family.
The house was small, and often cramped,
But it was warm, with good smells and lots of smiles.
It was a house of imagination,
I don't know, really.
All these questions seem silly;
school, debt, life, a home, retirement-
these questions seem like a punishment
for growing up but staying young,
when we've all just begun.
Walk right in and take a seat.
Can you smell the tears of defeat?
The seat is warm, and toasty just like your dinner with Aunt Rosie.
He speaks to you, and your body gets tense.
I've taken things for granted.I've underestimated myself and the life I have grown in. Now it is time to make something of myself. I'm living life by the day like it's my last.
(poems go here) im always wandering
pondering about where i wanna go and where i want to be
im so scared that my wandering will equal squandering
my goals are always so clear yet far from me
I held my dreams inside my hands so no one else could touch
Made sure they only knew my face so no one else could judge
I fed them big and made them strong so they could face the world
People who scream and shout,
What the fuck is that shit all about
Today you said I love you, I hate you, I wish you were dead
But at the end of the day you should be lucky to be blessed.
People who scream and shout,
What the fuck is that shit all about
Today you said I love you, I hate you, I wish you were dead
But at the end of the day you should be lucky to be blessed.
The future may be black
Or it may be blue.
The distant, burning yellow stars,
Which pulse with a dying light,
May be closer than we think.
Unanswered questions,
Which have bothered us like flies,
Transitions are hard
from many schools I am barred.
Money always is a struggle
but at least I stay out of trouble.
I wish I had my first pick
then financing wouldn't make me sick.
My last year, I made it or so I thought
Statistics say college is the only way
But what if I can’t afford it
Scholarships?
I probably won’t get any
I mean I’m smart, but there’s always someone smarter
Red Orange yellow Green blue and violet
The colors of the rainbow but
Isn't it funny that you and my colors aren't there
So nonexistent like some say God is but
It's not what you see it's what you feel
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,
Courage is being brave when you have cancer.
Outstanding faith to get you through this hard time.
Undergoing medical tests for the prognosis.
Researching the bucket list of what you have yet to do.
I keep fighting these battles
With ending in sight
Hoping that someday it'll all end
I keep fighting these battles
Thinking it'll change everything
That things will get better
What if the harmony of saints and sinners /
Broke in moments o’er passing of bread? /
Temporal and shallow, this generation envisage /
Martyrdom, not white but red /
The old, faded wallpaper hangs on the walls
Ripped in spots where the cat has tested her claws
And where the wall meets the post of my bed.
Small birds peck at the breadcrumbs thrown into the yard,
A trip forward to the future-
a blast back to the past!
We loath to sit and wonder-
how time will go so fast.
Just the powerof one
Just the power of many
United by all we’ve become
I seize the day
Just what we’ve always wanted
Just what can never be reached
The colors of life seem brighter
Going to college is what's important to meDon't worry about anyone elseI'm not worried about anybody elsebecause I only care about meI don't want to be nothing that I know I don't want to be
2100, Ma.
can you believe?
the people here finally found their way to
God.we searched so long and- would you believe it-
they just built a big long
staircase up to the
sky and there’s a
We’ve all been there.
Crash and burn.
Decisions made, lessons learned.
Finding ourselves becomes a vast concern.
Life doesn’t guarantee a safe return.
Terrible choices lead to losing your way.
Slow walkers, fast talkers
Book seekers, key keepers
Walking in pairs, retro chairs
Carved rock, a slow ticking clock
Striped bags with nametags
A fire escape, some blue tape
A quiet class, a wall of glass
I Graduated!
High School is finally over
I am now going to college to be free
It was fun for the moment
Parties
Late nights
Drinking
Being on your own
Then exams begin to come your way
First day, not so bad
Went to class and went home to tell mom and dad
Weeks went by and things stayed the same
I was starting to feel so empty
I missed high school and my friends
Why is dark ink worth more than my red blood?
A blood so pure and full of hopeful life.
The darkness stabs as a dull ballpoint knife,
Until I can no longer hear the thud
Of the slowly dying heart from within.
Why is dark ink worth more than my red blood?
A blood so pure and full of hopeful life.
The darkness stabs as a dull ballpoint knife,
Until I can no longer hear the thud
Of the slowly dying heart from within.
The butterfly is in search of a safe place,
In which she can lay her small fragile egg.
She finally finds that perfect place, but
Realizes she can’t just stay and flies away.
Looking up at life,
Watching time fly by:
Eyes fixed on the future.
A simple moment stops you,
Surrounds you like a home:
Eyes fixed on the now.
Feelings. Senses. Sight. Smell. Contour.
I was born into a great family
When you have a family it is not always about me.
A family is about love
We all fit tight like a glove.
Growing up, you plan a life for yourself, but how can you be sure?
I'm so unsure.
One day, things seem to be going great! But you don't know what will happen next.
I'm so unsure.
When my hips make like prayer books,
and I have a son
I will tell him:
my father is weak
but doctors mistake it for heart disease.
Those doctors are fools.
They don't know of the lack of childhood
A short thought of the future, and what do you find?
A scared little girl who is scared out of her mind.
So many questions unable to be answered.
The darkness of the unknown envelops the space.
(poems go here) The will of the world seems to tug and pull. The heart and the family plea and beg for you to go to college but no one knows the effort you need to put it together.
I've been at this for more than ten months,
Vying and trying for my chance,
At a little cash to help pay my way,
So my parents can stop this dance.
Being broke a having you wishing money grew on trees
And keys to Mercedes would appear from no where like a stray dog wit rabies
And see I'm scared to love a lady
What happened to our joy and pride?
What gives us the idea and need to hide?
We used to be happy and love our culture
And focus on our highway to the future.
We all clapped when King said the words, "Free at last."
Open your eyes and see
things are getting better.
Open your eyes and see
things are finally going right
Open your eyes and accept
your future, it's coming fast.
Open your eyes and see.
To whom it may concern:
What is it about me that frightens you?
Is it the way I talk? The way I walk? The way I’m shy?
If you really get to know me I am a nice and sweet guy.
Two happy people, or so it seemed
She soon woke up
Wishing it was just a dream.
Everything about college is a process.
It can be difficult at times.
And even more difficult at other times.
The choices and decisions are endless.
The thought alone of it can make your head explode.
(A poem based on telling my past self four years ago)-Does contain suggestive language
Dear freshman me:
Hey!- you yes you there blond- hair tip moron
-sighs-
Am I ready for the real world?
Time just simply flies by
Now junior, about to be senior
Have thoughts about college, but
Not ready
Not ready, to leave family
Not ready, to leave friends
My favorite color is gray.
Why? Gray is so boring, so neutral, so.. dead. Right?
Gray is what happens when you mix the polar opposites of
Black..
and White.
When you mix oppression with freedom,
I've walked along the shadowed streets
And also one filled with light.
Sometimes taking the path less traveled,
Though the easy course was in my sight.
Given time to plan my way
From a list that i was told.
I am aging gracefully
as is my faith
like the gray replacing
the brown in my beard
pesky questions
have been quietly
replaced not with
answers
accusations against innocents
crime against the colored
fear, disgust, seclusion
we take one step forward
little by little
were pushed two steps back
continue to push
continue to fight
The soft thudding of his immature heart beats,
His eyes barely open therefor he cannot see.
He cries in the night feeling cold and alone,
For that warmth he once felt is gone forever more.
After hearing the TIC idnt know what to expect from the TOC, yet so predictable, the sequenced sounds of the clock.
But what's next?
What can we expect?
The possibilities are unlimited and that what fears me most.
Free at last, free at last!
Thank God almighty, we are free at last!
That’s what I want to say
But it’s not the truth
I mean the whole truth
Civil Rights
More than Dr. King
Rosa Parks
Malcolm X
In the early morning
When the sun filters in
And you see him
Staring back at you
Those green eyes
That love you, you never thought
You'd live to see
And your heart thumps loud
I had a dream
Where a world was free
It never mattered who you are
but what you will become
I am fighting for a dream
where I can be free
It doesn't matter who I am
Just what I want to become
Mama never said the word "fear."
She spoke around it like a bonfire,
regaling me with sweet-nothings.
But I know how to be afraid.
It is instinct like a lioness on the hunt.
I, the unlucky soul, am captured;
How is it possible to never have to think at all?
Easy, use Google.
How then will we prosper?
Easy, follow the ones who created Google.
Well what about the ozone and global warming?
My heart beats at twice the pace
Than the beat my feet take down the staircase
And the walk to those exit doors seems like a chase
A long awaited race to my fate
Those who wrote the law
full of special holes
riddled with exceptions
Their money flows
their hands reach
They claim power
but natural rights they cannot bend.
This inherent power
I've overcome…
From the whips and chains..
I've overcome…
From the bitter taste and sinking pains..
I've overcome…
From the shackles and wounds that burn all day..
I've overcome…
Falling.
The fresh taste of blood salts my lips.
Rage. How dare I dream about a future that may never come?
For dreams bring the pain, despair of hope.
Hope for the better.
Anything better.
Now we are here TODAY,
And still so far away.
Thinking about the PAST,
And the world TODAY.
See the world told me,
It would never be equal.
Maybe not even bilingual.
Silly girl
You were once so
Driven by your past
Your daddy would get high
And your mother would cry
You wanted out of that life
Then you forgot where you came from
And partied like the ones before
It’s a beautiful world,
But sometimes my love uncurls,
Like a newborn leaf.
I grind my teeth and stand outside the tombstone,
Using up all my will
Not to call you on the phone.
IF
The one word,
In the world,
That hinders a straight answer.
IF
The one word,
In the world,
That can keep you from achieving something great.
Time goes by so fast
Your future is not too far
Running behind your past
It may only leave a scar
I'm scared.
Mainly of the future and what it holds
I have no idea where I'm going or who I want to be
Reality seems like such a dark, unwavering place.
Bullies are people, who are sad,
They have hearts and are really not that bad.
Bullies are people, who need friends,
Once they receive them usually the bullying ends.
I just want to go away and never return.
Stay free from all concern,
But deep inside I'm afraid I will crash and burn.
Possibly take a wrong turn,
And be forced to make that apprehensive return.
I was wronged by fate (or so it seemed)
clocked at over fifty mph.
Bored by books that weren’t so byzantine,
lunged at by the world.
I am wrenched from day to day on knotted string;
hollowed like a tree.
"History repeats itself" a phrase in time that remains unctouched, just as the world of today!
Live in life as we do, our past..forgotten we choose. Which apon us brings a uncertain future acompanied with no change.
Remember me?
That girl in the back of the class.
The outcast.
The one everyone laughed and mocked,
For years on end.
To feel strong, probably.
Well, forget all of you.
Hey Life,
Can I get a tall glass of success followed by two shots of accomplishments?
Can I move forward? Can I reach my destiny?
But first I must set free from the confinements of a broken family…
I am water.
I wonder where the current will bring me, and
I hear the rumbling rapids approaching.
I see my course is uncertain, and
I want it to flow like music.
I am excited for the future.
One cannot stand alone; shaken violently amid the brutal winds…
But a few can hold each other up, standing tall in sturdy unison, despite the trying forces.
Sayde you made me a better person
You helped me decide what to do
With my fragile life
I turned on the light
And saw you laying there
You were cold and
Not shivering
You laid there in perfect silence
Sayde you made me a better person
You helped me decide what to do
With my fragile life
I turned on the light
And saw you laying there
You were cold and
Not shivering
You laid there in perfect silence
The constant taunting
Picking, mental, and physical abuse
It scars
Reaping at the core and dignity of a person
It stings
Cutting through one’s emotions
It stays with that person
Do you think about the someday things?
The details, technicalities, buttons up the back.
The names of your kids, if you’ll have kids,
Or an iguana, or an alcohol problem?
You don’t know what I’m talking about
You don’t know what I want
You don’t have the ability to read my mind
I have a mystery,,
I find the clues,,
I piece it together,,
Now what to do,,
I solve the problem,,
I feel the change,,
I see the future,,
This aint no game,,
I hear the voice,,
I’m listening to the rain fall
Like the beating of a shallow heart
As it hits my window I stop
And try to pretend that it’s my rhythm.
Possibly destroying my own future
But I can't bear to see those faces.
If running from the people
Who are supposed to always be there for me
Helps me feel free
Then run I shall.
