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I will whether you like it or not
I will talk about you like you are still here till you’re not then i will talk about you like a noble soldier
# Shine Your Light
We are not meant for shadows' cage—
Each soul, a lantern, on life's stage,
Burning bright against the night,
Breaking chains with inner light.
I had a boy come up to me once
When he heard I’d be singing at our high school’s senior award ceremony.
To ask “what will you be singing? a whale song?”
He turned to his friends and began to laugh
Scent compelling and drawing me in
working had to find a way to your heart
trying to hide this like a fish swmming with no fin
if only I could buy love
darling, you'd be in my shopping cart
Confidence has never been a feeling explored by me.
Employed by me to heal from the hurt in me, by others, and by me.
Feels good to know that my reflection is a friend to me, no longer my enemy.
For once in my life, do I dare to feel hope?
Have I finally arrived somewhere that I'll learn to cope?
I can begin to cast aside my self-doubt,
And find something in which to be proud.
Its not safe out there.
For you or me.
Its not safe out there. In the streets.
People feeding their addiction. Others beg to be something..
That they are not.
I trip into an endless empty.
The darkness’ welcoming hug gets a little tight,
Squeeze out my last breath.
Ya Know .....
IT's NICE When People Treat You RIGHT ... !!!
By This I Mean RESPECT Your Life ... !!!
GIVE For FREE ... Reject Money ...
Simply Speak Without Trying To Teach ...
No one can do without hopes and dreams
The only oasis in the sand dunes of chaos and frenzy
The nectar of hope is our only anti dote for poison called life
Luckiest are those who are blessed with hope around them
Paradise
By: Noah Duncan
Sun in the sky
The blue water looks clear
I can feel the rush of the tropical breeze
Men and women of different hues sing songs
Songs of freedom and justice
Paradise
By: Noah Duncan
Sun in the sky
The blue water looks clear
I can feel the rush of the tropical breeze
Men and women of different hues sing songs
Songs of freedom and justice
This mask I wear everyday,
It is only a disgrace.
Covering who I really am,
But showing what I want people to see.
This mask is the perfectionist in me.
Confidence doesn’t like to be around me. He disguises himself, as Ego, then bursts out of my head. The minute I catch him, he disappears.
Sometimes, I call for him.
Hey, you.
Yeah, you.
It's ok to be sad.
But I just wanna tell you that you're loved.
Okay?
It's ok to want to be alone.
But I just wanna tell you that I'm here for you.
Okay?
Hey, you. Yeah, you!
Have you had enough water today?
. . .
Take care of yourself!
Geez!
(I say this 'cause I love you!)
The View from Below
You stand up for what you believe is right,
But the world looks down on you, it's alright
You will face many struggles,
My home moved often, a trailer one day, the next a house and the last a home
But I lived in my body
A home that I hated and a home that I couldn't escape
My ribs; a locked cage to prison a soul
The tranquility of the living earth
Has brought me peace inside
But mainly because the things I see
For others it will hide
As I coast along this busy world
I question myself here
solutions dropped at your door,again and a gain,Not 2 even the score, Only 2 encourage obedience to Caesars Law,Bullish words doth I receive incline,I share my eyes n heart to the higher hills,
Break the bonds of doubt
You are a slave to you,
Change you
To change your world,
If you don't change your approach
The outcome will not change.
Break the bonds of fear
You are chained to you
I feel ecstasy in these equations,
I'm delighted by these approximations.
How many piano tuners are there in Chicago?
Puzzling through it sets my heart aglow.
My enthusiasm is hard-won,
I cannot stand this abuse;
I cannot be a bystander.
It doesn't take a genius to deduce
That you're worth more than this slander.
You are gorgeous.
You are powerful and stately.
Respect my time, friend,
And I'll respect yours.
See this novice recital to an end,
And play with me an overture.
I'm a busy person, you see,
Though I'd be glad to relax together.
Dear anyone who’s going through a rough time,
Currently, my life is a riptide. Life has slowly began to
come to a high but I know, in time another fall will
follow. I had to be hurt, many times to understand
Dear anyone who’s going through a rough time,
Currently, I’m on a riptide. Life has slowly began to come to a high but
I know, in time another fall will follow. I had to be hurt, many times
If I could find a mirror,
I'd clean it through and through.
Then, resolutely,
I'd show a star to you.
While superficially unassuming,
Within the glass you'll find
Ghosts of a cosmos once blooming;
Dear Father,
Where has she gone?
When I came out to
her,
she wore a black-lace veil
and mourned the death of
her grandchildren
Little, little mirror
Dear past me,
He told you, so you thought
“I'm not good enough”
She said so, so you thought
“I look too fat in this dress”
Because I love you, I'll forever push you to be the better you. Because I love you, I'll forever be the ear to absorb your worries. Because I love you, I'll forever hold your hand to combat your worries.
Because I love you I won't let you down
Let you down by leaving you alone
Or crying in your bedroom,bathroom stall
Because I love you I will care
I will try to stay strong, smile
Laugh, even be outgoing,
I remember begging him to stay
In a place where there were as many holes in the walls as there were in our hearts
In a place where bruised hands longed for each other's warmth
#BecauseILoveYou
I control who you see and what you wear, because I love you
I spend more time on my phone than spending time with you, because I love you
I flirt with other people behind your back, because I love you
Okay so you are drunk again
But this time you let your heart stay in bed
it's your brain here surprisingly enough
so listen up
You have potential
A part of Newton's Cradle
Right now is just the start
Soft words, soft hands
brushing back your loose hair strands.
Loving kisses to say goodnight
two strong arms when things aren't right.
Wiping away your tears of pain
not restraining you like a ball and chain.
Most people know how Hansel and Gretel goes
You think you know what the old lady’s intentions imposed
But have they ever thought about the story if the lady was nice
As they shine so bright, the darkness is never in sight.
Whether they are big, whether they are small,
no human being has ever seen it all.
As they travel through the water, nothing else seems to matter.
People come and go leaving behind memories and more,
Leaving behind impressions not soon to be forgotten.
You go about making bonds with others,
To help,
To hold,
How’s life? They ask
I say, hey it’s cool
While putting on my mask
Trying to be whole
Stop that, I wish they’ll say
But who am I kiddin’
Nobody gets me every day
I'm still me, but I'm not the same.
My hair is shorter, my spirit bolder.
I say I'm still me and in a way it is true.
But that doesnt mean,
That it's the "me" that you knew.
A little girl once did not care if
She was annoying the other girls and boys
Now this girl is too careful
Not to stare the wrong way
A little girl once smiled alll the time
I will Constantly Grow
A year ago… I was finding myself.
I fell in love with another soul.
How do u explain to someone you cant hangout . "anxiety bad today" wont come out the mouth
Laying in bed , not wanting to get off the couch
Always have open eyes to the world around you
And open ears to the sounds that surround you
But if it is negative thoughts or words being said
Dont let them in for they will surely drown you
Your reason to wake up may be different from mine
but does that make you any less?
You open our eyes, right at nine
and that in itself means you're instantly blessed.
There’s often a reason
To give up and cry.
But don’t think it’s treason
When you stand up and try.
Lacking hope isn’t healthy
They ask me why I have the courage to roll out of bed
With only positive thoughts passing through my head
What do you live to see?
Irises like a green spring leaf mixed
with the bright-brown foliage of fall,
You say you try to help me,
Lies,
You help me through it all.
Your smile makes me smile,
it's as simple as that.
She gets up."The world is brigher at night,"she would remark with a laugh,but it meant more than whather smile hid.
Ever since i was young
i grew up all alone
i carried a hammer
to try and repair my home
but nothing seemed to work
until i was relieved and shown
the power of poetry
on a bet tv show
My gaze is set forward
on the quicksilver-brushed glass
as I examine
every mountain
and valley
of the lightly freckled porcelain skin painted on my face;
I come to a standstill
Day 1
I was afraid to have to repeat it again
in the hospital because I'd rather be dead
I have been there before, baggy scrubs and socks
Stomach in knots, my poisoned liver still rots
School is back.Heavy back packs andPanic attacks.Wanting to rip your hair out in math.Getting up so fucking early just to look nice for people who will say you look like crap anyway.
everything i write lately has been nothing but pain
but i fail to notice all the flowers
growing from the rain
i see the storm
not the cleanse
i see a new beginning
as the end
Why regret
Don't forget
the things you should have done
the things you shouldn't've done
Live for the regrets
Live to do the things no one else would
You're still young
Live while you're young
As I sit here,Pondering what I would take,On a deserted island,For my life's sake.I can think but of one necessity,For me to survive,My brother is who I'd choose.We are lethal when together,
As I sit here,Pondering what I would take,On a deserted island,For my life's sake.I can think but of one necessity,For me to survive,My brother is who I'd choose.We are lethal when together,
When I was young I hated the summer
Sweat, tight clothes, overflowing out of stiff shorts
Sucking in, holding my breath
Standing up stiff and straight- I couldn't wait to be underwater
Where no one could see me
All I need is that little push,
That little look in the mirror in the early morning.
The look that says:
"I can't live without you,
You collection of cells with your lovely curves.
Like fresh leaves after a storm frost
My feelings for you have taken a set deposit of raindrops
Like vivaciously gentle sunshine on a crisp January day
My soul is fresh torn away from the threads left by you
Positivity
Positivity Perpetuates Purpose
Positivity Pilots People Pass Predicaments
Positivity Perpetuates Paradise
Positivity
I have this friend,
She's super nice but she is really racist.
I have this friend,
He's so good-looking but he just a little sharper than the floor I'm standing on (if you know what I mean)
I have this friend,
Happiness is key
And to those who don’t understand that, I am the giving tree
Advice is an understatement
I am a percentage,
I am the one out of four that suffers inside my mind
I am the seventeen of one hundred born with darker skin
I AM THE CHANGE
I’m sorry I don’t want to be a president,
I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone,
I want to love, give and live for everyone,
I want to bury this pressing dent,
I sigh breaths of fire
And spark static from my core
I leave ashes where I stand
And singe this very floor
I swallow knives and blades
And let them ravage from within
Look beyond the "concrete jungle"
and witness the view.
There is a scenery out there that lies before me as well as you.
Radiance emitted from beyond
this cage,
made palpable through a hole
tiny in size,
seemed to quell my rage
fear let assauge,
curiosity continuing to rise I set off to
As I grow up, each day at a time
I start to notice all the things that chime
The beauty in this world has always been there
I hope you look in the mirror one day
and stand tall and proud
with your wonderful face
and beautiful eyes.
I hope you look at yourself with so much love
that the world around you can feel it radiating
Sometimes we don’t get what we want,
But we end up with what we need.
Life can get dark only to shine.
The storm will ruin your picnic,
But light up your sky with lightning.
Coffee doesn’t taste as good
A smile from an unexpected stranger
A generous tip to a hardworking waiter
A plate of food offered to those not fed
The girl in the photo,
whose eyes twinkle like the stars,
who bears a smile across her face,
with beauty that radiates,
You do not have a clue.
You do not have a clue,
how she once struggled,
The sound of humming wind is blessed with the wings of a bird's grace,
its' soft feathers pulsing through the barriers of the wind in such hace
now peircing through heaven's smoke in which the clouds so gingerly lay.
Beautiful.
All smiles and happiness.
But then you start peeling away the layers.
Getting straight to the bitterness.
Sweet then bitter.
All gold but the inside is certainly not glitter.
How to Survive Bullying: The Systematic Equation-Stella D’Vine
Bullying + Victim = Chaos + Suffering
To survive and solve this simple equation subtract victim from both sides. Leaving you with:
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?
I am a perfectionist with a capital P. Let down if I get less or equivalent to a B, because I want to be the best that I can be, and yet, I can never seem to keep my room clean for more than a week...
I'm freaking out
I'm upside down
I'm scared and afriad
I want to know my fate
But when I do
I still won't have a clue
Of what to do
With myself
For my health
What I'm about to say is from what I've learned
No matter your agreement or concern
Poetry can be written by anyone
No matter by paper or touge
Your reason or cause
You make me want to live
You make me want to give
It's alright
If not only for tonight
You make me want to sing
Like no one is listening
You make me want to smile
Today when I look in the mirror,
I know that all I value is shown,
I will have no fear, nor flee as a deer,
I can not conceive how I must have grown,
To allow myself to perservere,
Sick
of this era’s categorization,
overanalyzation,
and hasty labeling of human beings.
They label us all
smoothing stickers over our names,
I cannot decide if I am in love with you or the moment
But now I am following the rise of your chest and it reminds me
Of the way a sea breeze will gently fly across your face,
My photographic anatomy consist of
confident bones that deny filtered crutches
My four-cornered ribs cages every spoken word
I only have one shot at this,
So I want to do it right.
How does one take a selfie,
Depicting an authentic sight?
To strive and hold is what matters most
The love we have sometimes hard to control
We can fight and argue all day long
But in the end we know whom we belong
Life isn't what I thought, It's full of mystery...
Too fast and short, too bad too good,
Different people different manners,
Too hot too cold, too lively too dull,
Mirrors tell the truth, you see
They are blunt and honest, the worst but best kind too
It's hard trying to see yourself when it's impossible too.
You can't count on people's words either.
I'm an artist, freed from logic,
An idealist, un-tied to politics,
I'm a writer, a leader, but no cheater,
I'm a finder, not a keeper.
No one can tie me, I'm a fighter, not a lover,
If I cry or if I'm down
My resillence picks me back up
My legs may be strong but my mindset is stronger
My confidence is not found in a cup
When I feel weak I say, "I'm strong"
and that just does the trick
Hope.
Hope is everywhere
Hope is abundant, hope is not rare
What makes you happy?
A question we all ask ourselves.
A lot makes me happy.
Just the other day I realized what it was.
It wasn't being old, being mean, or sitting in the back of the bus.
It wasn't trashing the school, or stealing all you can,
It was helping a freshman, find a hidden trash can.
Although I have not lived a hard-knock life I have been through some struggles
Of not knowing who I am or what I want
Constantly and repeatedly putting myself in a bubble
My lack of honesty would cause me so much pain
Change.
To change oneself; what a contriversial issue.
"Never change yourself" they say.
"Be yourself" as if that was the only way.
But I disagree.
For we all change.
Change for the better.
There will be a day when you and I begin to rust
and our youth fades into dust
We'll go out like a flickering lightbulb on a dusty back porch
What makes me tick, lasts long, isn't quick. To be persistant, to never give up, are just mere descriptions of actions unseen. Student Red can be seen.
"You don't know what I say in my mind
Close to my heart"--"get your face out of their behind!"
"You think you're so this and so that
all that pride and ego talking, take a seat"...so she sat
Open yourself,
A rose-flowered portal,
To a party
A game
A dance.
Sing with the world to hear you,
Freedom is not in silence.
Spin out your arms
And take in strangers,
I play the guitar hoping to get far.
Not just to get by , but enough defy.
All who resent me , with a youthful burst of energy.
They tell me I must become an engineer.
The pay is good , and getting famous is rare.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be
a Disney princess—
beautiful, with big blue eyes
and flowing blonde hair.
I knew that sunshine lightened my
mousy brown locks
and wearing white made my eyes look blue
If everyone started loving themselves,There would be a lot less hate in the world.Just think of how much better you would feelIf every time you put yourself downYou thought of something positive instead.
Wandering long
Wandering far
Still don’t know who you are
Coming home
Coming from the west
Still don’t know why you left
Why do you stay
Where you don’t want to be
Love
Don't hate
Uplift
Appreciate
Be the light
In the dark
We bully
We miss the mark
Encourage
Be slow to speak
Don't prey
On the weak
Compliment
Little ant in the hole,
Go dig like a mole,
Little ant in the hole,
Don’t go explore.
For you do not know what is out there,
The unknown is forbidden, and that is why it is evil.
I come from the Bottom, I told all my family and genuine friends that I got them. I'm determined to make it, nobody is going to give me anything so I have to take it.
A promise broken,You said you would keep me.You said you would stop,Mommy, Daddy can you hear me? A touch from God saved me,
There's no such thing as a happy ending.
Either you're hurt or you're dead.
You think you'll always have people there,
But were the hell is a friend?
(spanish version)
Siguen siendo noches frías
por más felices los días.
Le pido a mi destino,
no seas tan clandestino,
pues me vuelvo insegura.
No puede ser este mi aura…
I Am Self-Discipline. Brilliance. Dedication.
I Am Beautiful. Young. Emancipated.
I Am Success. I Am Blessed.
There is always one person in our lives that is our person.
Our person listens to us with their eyes and ears,
And sincerity in their hearts.
Our person holds our hands through the struggles and tears,
The struggles of everyday life are endlessKeeping up with everything can be arduousI'm really trying to keep up with all of thisAll you can do is smile and pretend to be famous
Beauty is not an idea tossed around gently.
Beaty is thrown around like a football,
Sometimes trampled on or throw in the air.
To some, the football has no meaing.
To several, it has an abundance of meanings.
With my ukulele guiding me down the pathway to good vibes.
With the breeze in my hair giving me a feeling of pure comfort.
With the sun on my face enveloping me in its transient warmth.
As a little girl, I shivered in my sleep. Wake up to the morning sun and then I weep. What is stability? To be able, to be free. To never want, ask, or need. A man, a woman, a child might equal a happy home.
Three years have passed since,
There is no salvation from the mistakes,
From the agony and pain I have caused my friends and kin.
From the wrong I have done in this grim,
This grimmest of days, months, years.
Oh the irony,
To be in such disparity,
And yet so merry and gay,
Is this right is this O.K.?
Do you think he was the same way?
Witty Whitman and his writing foreplay?
I am just an ordinary guy.
No special talents,
Good fortune,
Recognized name,
Extraordinary abilities,
Or good luck.
Yet from life,
I want so much more than most ordinary people.
We are always running
Away from the truth.
Away from what is real,
Avoiding what we feel.
We live under a veil,
A veil of perfection.
Sometimes making you feel like a prisoner, sometimes making you feel set free. Sometimes making you feel like a criminal, sometimes making you feel like a king.
If rays of light refract, rend rainbows,
then surely I can make a change
If salmon somehow stagger homeward,
surely I can stay the course
If men have trekked the might of mountains,
surely I can rise above
Living life in blissHappy to live like thisNothing taken for grantedI've got everything I've ever wanted
At first, it was disconcerting;
The feeling of being unable to rest.
Now,
I am comforted by it.
My mind, it never sleeps--
Never quiets--
Never stops--
Never dies.
I can feel it;
While growing up in a fast laneShe started these fast waysand she was missing her fatherMissing a love that could only be giving by a manBut instead she grabbed the hands of many
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
If I found a way heaven
Would you follow close behind
Would you never turn back to face
A world we left behind
What if it was a mistake
Would you hate me 'till the end
There once was a dragon.
He breathed fire.
He was bright pink with golden stripes.
But he wasn’t a mean dragon.
He was a nice dragon who flew around and gave people cotton candy.
Alone under dark skies
Where ambience and little life cries
To the power they ride
Live they who contest the lie
Falling upon the deafest of mouths
And the hungriest of ears
I can see the light
the light at the end of this crazy maze
the maze that put me through the endangering hell.
I am starting to think it'll happen,
the tears staying away,
smiles and energy, just being
Autumn comes and goes and soon the flowers die
No Honeysuckle to last as the cold encroaches on her
Down the hillside she use to grow but wilted stalks now lie
Not to rise again ‘til spring so winter’s wind cannot shiver
Seven girls danced on a hill,
On the last day of December.
It was a short moment to fill,
Wishing this time would last forever.
As winter was moving to spring,
Seasons of life moved as well.
If words can be a weapon and a bandage both
Forgiving and transgressing with a little flick
Yelling and whispering complements and jeers
On this I then wonder why they need not a leash
Torn in each direction
Heavily each force draws
Enveloping the sole will
Yearning to be free
Except it’s not enough
X over each lie and fault
Perceiving gone they still are there
Yesterday is one less piece in forever.
Onward moving without regret,
Understanding nothing of human pain.
Sometimes it would be nice to put Time on a leash,
Eventually It could understand what it puts us through.
There is something missing between there and here
Hope is not enough to cross the great divide
Everything is riding on this
Choosing whether to stand or run
Having lost sight of the road
Under darkness we fall
Have you heard a mocking bird?
Every time he sings it is another bird’s song—
Just mockery exits his throat,
Only to lure someone into a bigger trap.
I know some mocking birds well—
Never a fowl word,
Maybe this is a beginning of a story,
You’ll never know.
Far from the beginning and the end,
Another person might see the truth.
The question is can you?
Hearing only what you care to,
Don’t deal plight to progress
For the lack of the greater goal
Mourning the death of something not born
Not realizing the birth of today
You might see light at the tunnels end
As I aim to try, though I work and cry,
It's all just a lie which I will not deny.
I try to gain, in introspect,
A sense of wonder and respect.
My best friend was the bottle.
My brother was the smoke.
I lived it up real good
Before life caught up and choked
Me out of my mind.
And now I see
That I was killin' myself.
Now all that I need
It's kinda funny how when you're small all you dream about is growing tall and becoming an adult.
But they never said life would be this hard. It's not all sugar plums and fairy tales.
The Hope,
It sits there.
Right there.
Trapped.
The Hope,
Is yelled at,
Is tugged at,
Yet it sits there.
Right there.
Waiting.
It took some time
we looked around
Thy treacherous gold
spread around
engulfed in soul
with such grace
fluid
and clear
we rode past
caught in the moment
treacherous fears
The child- He soars above Earth,
Staining canvas with his light.
Which he picked from a lunar garden
From the land immersed in night.
Go ahead, leave your home but don’t look back
It’s all you know becoming what you knew.
Don’t get scared; just keep putting on an act.
Look to the sky, see the sun shining through?
Live life
Love life
Live happy.
Be happy
Stay happy
Live a life of happiness and always be alive.
We can teach how to attain power
Knowledge is the key
Power that can alter the world
The kind that admires change
Accepts it and soon wishes
To free the thought of tradition
Habits someday will shift
I don't know when life gets better
I don't know when you'll be happy.
I do know that it is gonna happen.
Mark my words, mark my words
I don't know if there is a god
I don't care either way.
When Black clouds darken your sky,
They Steal your Hope inside,
And you just feel like crying,
Search for the Silver Lining,
Inspire me beloved poetry,
surrounded in nothingness,
alone and lonely,
no place to call home but hell,
but if hell is my realm then what next may come,
asked I the suicidal bastard son,
We are strong
And we are together,
No matter what
We cannot be stopped.
We are today's generation,
With access to everything,
It is just a reach away,
We cannot be defeated,
The power to be.
The power to see.
The power to be who I want to be.
I wanna go
Far far away
and succeed
In everything I was meant to be
Through school I will.
Strive to do better
Wear your dreams like a sweater
You can achieve so much more
Your future is in store
The next step
That's what college is for
This poem is dedicated to my dear friend, who is like a brother to me, Bryce Calta.
A child can break a million hearts,
Girl or boy, age doesn’t matter.
One look into their innocent eyes,
And your heart is all a shatter.
Poetry,
official language of the heart,
Is the heart’s truth with fluff,
The marshmallow stuff.
Each thought that took blood and sweat vacate
without pain
but with a sweet and satisfying taste
To the people of the world that cry,
“We know not where our allegiance lies”,
and place their heads firmly in the sand.
To those now lost deep within the mix,
stocking hope in magic tricks
Out of the thousands of words that you say everyday,
What do they stand for?
Is it the negative?
The fighting and the rioting
And the fire of hatred igniting
