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An untamable spirit, fierce, full of love.
As dangerous as a hurricane, more calming than a dove.
Some claim she’s a warrior, retaining belligerence.
Pandora! NO! do not open up that inbox!
you will release all evil and sin!
they will not forgive you for being unorthodox!
unless they do not figure out it is you, who has long luscious locks
Her eyes were soft
She was beautiful up close
By nature and for no one else
But men desire what they don’t have
Her eyes were panicked
She told him no
Cried for help
But no one came
In the Dark
Time slipped through my hands and
now was the moment that I had
been dreading.
Then, with a hushed tone,
I look around
I see the beauty of the world
As it revolves around me
I hear all my 30 of my friends calling my name
Telling me to hurry up and come play
I touch my smoothe skin
Hello.
It's me, the girl you left you left in high school.
Hello.
It's me, the girl you left at door to your first job interview.
Hello.
It's me, the girl you left at the church altar.
Hello.
I can remember wishing I had lighter skin
Ashamed that my melanin didn’t fit in
Her
Ivory skin
Tulip lips
Seafoam eyes stared at me
When I knew I was growing up
I thought I was out of luck
I lost my brother
Who was truly like no other
I was depressed and sad
I was really mad
The choices I have made because of this were not smart
Each scar tells a memory
It's your turn to tell your story.
That's now a part of you
You just have to find the clue
The way you see it may be blurry.
No one knows me
Hiding between lies and decite
No one knows me
Faces are made up, and walls as high as the eiffle tower
No one knows me
Trying to hide the pain that going through my daily life
There are only
two types of fear
When the outcome is beneficial
and when the outcome is detrimental.
can't hear my own thoughts
can't feel my own hands
How come it's when we have control
I fear Nothing.
I’m afraid that it will sneak into my head, slowly, many years from now,
and nibble away at my mind.
This is a story, my story of broken glory It isn't very pretty, it's honestly quite the contrary So buckle up. This may be slow right now but trust me It hit 100 miles an hour before it started Because now, you don't know me. I am sad to say thi
I jab at my food, make it into shapes,rearranging the roasted kernelsand carrot bits into a psychedelicmasterpiece.
What poetry has taught me is to be more creative
To write what I felt and to hear it sound right in the mind as well as out loud.
To broaden my mind and be imaginative,
What poetry has taught me is to be more creative
To write what I felt and to hear it sound right in the mind as well as out loud.
To broaden my mind and be imaginative,
the man in a boy’s façade.
an exquisite salesperson, a
fruity hint like citrus.
he thinks with precision,
like a marksman with
his fifteen bullets and his
quivering mockingbirds,
The love we shared was shattered in pieces
When I placed your photos in my book's creases
I was torn apart when it all ended
Badly crmupled and emty-handed
I knew it was the last goodbye
I have been through it all
From dawn to midnight
I survived the heartaches, bitte truths
And yet I am alive
I have been through it all
From a start to an end
I learned to walk, to run
To the woman I strive to be,
I desire to be a woman of honor
With character as pure as the freshest pigment.
A woman whose integrity is like the simplest stroke of a brush,
Straight and unwavering:
Dear Thorn in my side,
You haven’t always had your razor-sharp point embedded in my skin.
dear Perception,
while human life is ephemeral,
art transcends all time
its everlasting infinitude,
exceeding the constraints of the hour hand…
Dear my closest friend
A day never passes by
Where I stop and take a look at the sky
Thinking of my closest friend
And how they came to an end
Dear Unknown,
I'm not afraid of you, although I should be
Your mystic is a whrilwind of "what if's" and "when will's",
Dear Ethan,
When we met
I have already held your body
I have already kissed your lips
You were once my Ava
I loved you so much
I still took you as Ethan
They weren't the same person
Love is a paradox
Beautiful yet ugly.
Beautiful when it is true for you
Beautiful when there is support
Good morning beautiful,
How was your day?
Can we meet?
Did you eat?
I love you
It means I accept who you are
look around US, my love,
look at the way they treat each other,
sidechicks, drunken nights, the love of my life,
are You real?
no remorse, no regret, no feeling at all.
look around US, my love,
look at the way they treat each other,
sidechicks, drunken nights, the love of my life,
are You real?
no remorse, no regret, no feeling at all.
I am 16 years of age
I'm a young lady filled with rage
But because i love you , ill throw it all away
Just to see you happy for another day
I'll crosss the largest sea, day and night
Because I thought I loved you, I shamelessly walked in your shadow.
Because I thought I loved you, I was blind not to see that you were shallow.
"Fresh meat"
"Innocent"
"Virginal"
Ah yes,
the classic fairytale.
Where a young women embarks on a selfish journey for
someone else to save her,
her prince to kiss her
her hero to slay the dragon.
There once was a street rat named Aladdin,
Who was crushing on Princess Jasmine,
With her pet Raja,
And his big tiger paws,
He hoped for true love and a companion.
Aladdin met the illustrious genie,
We thought you'd do your part from the very start
and provide for us like a small marketer running his cart.
But no. You couldn't handle the prod, the pinch, the feuding.
Why does a country full of such beautiful faces
always try to put people into their places?
Mouths that discriminate run free
making others scared to breathe.
Some too focused on the faces
I am an introvert
No I’m not a creepy psychopath
Who watches people from my upstairs bedroom window
I attend events
Sometimes
“Land of the free*”
As if.
As if women do not scream for equality
As if black people are not afraid
As if trans kids are not shunned
And the gay flag tucked away
My year
My year?
A roller coaster taking a nose dive off a pier.
I've lost some,
Far and near.
Some close and dear.
But I persevere
I ask myself, why am I here?
No, 2016 was not my year.
I tried so hard to keep your near.
Months briming with sadness and loss,
left me reeling at the cost.
I swore you were the one,
turns out you were just in it for the fun.
2016 led so many astray,
While I’ve only begun to find my way.
What started with goodbye, that was fleeting,
Ended with the most sincere greeting;
To starting again,
Moving past “remember when.”
Walk with me to find a clover,
It times of sun and rain,
Share with me your laughter,
Which echoes down the lane,
Walk with me to find a flower.
What on Earth excited you,
about waking up at 6:00 am to get ready to go to school?
Was it that cute boy with his locker right next to yours,
Their noses are higher than their IQ's
they step on sweet innocents as if they roses.
When will they relize?
We fumble around as if we've been shotten ,
but in reality we are all just rotten.
Poetry is like a friend
She forms an understanding of my heart
She listens to every beat
I can always count on her
She makes me feel like my feelings and opinions matter
When I fall into my most dark times
I crave to adore you when your at your worst
Share a love that can not be dispersed
I crave to be held close to your chest as my head lay to rest
When poetry found me,
I was just in the seventh grade,
My teacher droaned on,
About different formats,
And styles,
And then free verse found me.
I grabbed a pen,
Snatched a notebook,
Behind closed doors is where it staysDark and gloomy to the mind's eyeIt avoids our creeping gazeWell aware of their ignorant lie
Meaning.
Fills life and keeps it away from despair,
And darkness that constantly fills the damp air.
Sometimes the meanings infront of your face,
And sometimes the meaning will be found in an unknown place.
Exposed no longer a child
Quickly grew and spent
I heard them argue
They never reconciled
I clenched my pen
If not now then when
I let go
All I need?
I guess when it boils down to it,
The bare bones, when everything else is stripped away
Are just... Words.
The words that both anchor me
And set me free
Without the words,
There is no moment in time without expression.
It begins with a PRACTICAL need
(we NEED a tombstone.
All I need is a brain of my own,
that is able to think, to wonder, to remind, and to roam
For if it wasn't for my brain I wonder where I would be
because the path I go down is completely up to me
Stranded on an island, and I'm all alone
I have to bring one thing and one thing for my own
Some will say a phone or maybe even something to read
No not me, I want something I will need
I am...
Someone who doesn't stand out in a crowd,
who lingers with friends,
hiding in the background.
I am...
The one who watches,
warily guarding those who I know,
and those I don't.
ou Only Mentioned What “I Am”
By Kelsea Thompson
Dear….
Barcode
why should I be a copycat
I’m told not to be copycat
Horrible and unmorally
making dreadful and odd decisions
Being the person everyone hates
As the days pass I machure
Changing into the to the person you would adore
I am...
This christain girl who just wants to spread the word of God
The minority that worked her ass off in high school to get accepted into a PWI
The athletic girl who enjoys playing every sport
I am 17 with a heart cold like ice
I am 17 chasing cheese like mice
I am 17 learning from my mistakes
I am 17 aiming to be great
I am 17 with more and more mistakes
I am 17 becomming better every day i wake
I Am..
Today I am different than I was yesterday.
I survived yesterday so it makes me stronger for today.
"Let me kiss away your pain"
It's not that simple
My scars are not visible
But the cuts are deeper than any knife
I don't let my struggle show
Everything was great on that sunny day,
my sister calling at work? What did she need to say?
Her voice was muffled and I couldn't hear,
I am from a place where my roots run deep
Like a “Virginia live oak” that’s iconic of the old South
Stretching from the Coastal Plain Tidewater to the
Majestic Appalachian Mountains and back to the place where
Freedom
Stand up for what you believe in
Fight for what you believe in
Even bleed for what you believe in
We are all born with it as we cry our way on to the American soil
Freedom
No kidding, I’m black
And you’re white
And she’s Hispanic
Don’t lose your head
We’re all just colors
No need for all the panic
The only difference between us all
Is the complexion of our skin?
your mind starts to crumble like a sheet of paper written with words that no longer have meaning,
i'm an 18 year old kid from a smallass towni'm up in the twin cities now tearin up that art school shit (nah)and fuckin up on the dailybut that's just me you gotta put up or shut up
I am who I am
A loser, one who did not succeed.
One who fails to meet expectations.
One who doesn't understand how to work the system. One who doesn't care about the repercussions to their actions.
I am an artistic soul. I sing, I dance, I make digital art. I am a diverse homosexual male With the essence of a female A flare of masculinity And a celestial heart.
when i was eleven
i described something as being “so gay”
and my mother told me never
to use gay
as an insult
because i had two godfathers
and they were in love with each other
Strong
That's what everyone calls me
Like it's my name
Like it's my filter
They say I don't have to be
But it's my only lifeline
Strong
If I don't be it, if I don't use it
Hate is a good thing,
When it comes to bad things,
But hate is for the next generation.
When they look up to rap kings
Who promote bad things, gold bling, and diamond rings.
A book—Book of Life you call it?
What can your Book tell of the supposed life I have chosen?
Can it acquit me of my unwilling contribution to the institution
that has enslaved my mind, soul, and spirit?
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...
Every moment i perch myself upon that plastic seat,
i wait.
Every time the sting of feelings prick my eyes,
i wait.
Every sound that occurs to my ears,
i wait.
What really makes a man a man? Is it the guy who can make a dream a reality? The brother that can make a fantasy his destiny? Or the gentleman who attends meetings dressed fancily.
i wake in the morning,
having no warning,
of how i would be looked at
like i have on a funny hat.
i walk through the halls
with no fear at all
knowing that who i am
I am I
Corageous but shy
Captivated by the birds
Who are just like I
Stand firm on the ground
But seek peace in flight.
Whether in darkness or in light.
I am I
strong willed and kind
I'm a leader.
But my value doesn't depend on how many followers I have.
Picturesque.
Pounds of makeup doesn't define beauty nor does 100+ likes on a photo.
Social Media.
Graphite. Eraser shavings. Coffee-tinted paper.
It all starts with a blank page and an ephiphany of creativity.
The pencil feels at home in my hand as it glides with precision.
I walk into the bathroom i turn my head as my eyes interlock with the me within, I SEE
With you
Scared.
Scared is a word I could describe this as.
But perhaps,
It's the gentle shedding.
Of old skin, or weathered leaves.
Both things changing.
Yellow leaves, from the maple tree that lined our street
Falling stars race across the sky; it makes me fall to my feet
I never really understood why
Instagrammers hashtag
#NoFilter
As if it were some kind of excuse
To say “Hey! If you think I’m ugly, it’s because I have
#Nofilter.”
I find it rather unnecessary to
Not every bird is born with the instinct to fly.
Not every child is born into a world of pretty pictures.
Some must crawl before they walk, doodle before they paint, or wobble before they soar.
All around me I hear laughter,
Yet I am not laughing.
They did not hit me, but inside my soul is hurting.
I look whole, but inside I am just a pile of broken pieces
Waiting, hoping, praying
Didn't anybody tell you
that Longchamp bag
supposedly made in "Paree"
won't matter in ten years
And didn't anybody tell you
it's rude to make fun of him because
he can't afford that
I was crying all the time,
She couldn’t be there for me.
The children were sad,
My heart was hurting.
Red Dresses by Clacie England
An invincible, cautionary soul
Holds itself high above it’s worth
No misgivings; a person is as tall as they want to be
Breaking social stereotypes
There's something you don't understand.
Maybe it's the different lives we live
Maybe it was what I was wearing
I am flawless
But not in that way
I am flawless
Because I live today
I dreamt of suicide once upon a time
And I literally thought
That death would be fine
I looked down the barrel
What are filters?
Filters are cover-ups, concealing the truth,
Concealing the true identity to which the entity does not wish to share.
They cover, so others do not see.
From press, to speech, to a selfie,
Broken she looked,
As she sat on those stairs.
Once a halfway point-
But it just could no longer be there.
Trying to find peace,
I just had to set her free,
as something about her-
I see them down the halls
Hear their hatred along the walls.
Do they not care?
Their words are something I cannot bare.
Why must they pick on me?
All I want is to let be.
There were times when I wasn’t happy with who I was.
There were times I was too confident in myself
There were times where all I wanted to do was run and hide.
Me at my core is nothing more than a little boy
Who wanted a pet dinosaur
A boy who wanted to become rich and famous and become a candy connoisseur
I wake up, #FLAWLESS.
No make-up. Bra-less.
Should I wear jeans, or joggers?
Every morning I go through all this...
20 minutes til I catch the bus,
Eyebrows on FLEEK, hair looking plush,
I can post a picture on Instagram of me,
And think I look okay enough for the world to applaud.
But then I see that girl, who seems to be much more than I could ever be.
Looking towards the future
Reflecting on the past
Seeing the person in the mirror with new eyes
Worthless and hopelessness has left the frontal lobe
Walking down the enlightened path
Awaken from the dead
Hidden faces, secret thoughts, and unseen emotions
Building a superficial wall of counterfeit endeavors
Masking internal desires and devotions
Disguising each fault from past friends and lovers
Okay soNice to meet ya but I wouldn't wanna be yaBecause being myself only gives me a spellA kind of happiness one could never tell
Life is an ocean,
Filled with mystery and fear.
We fall in line with its rhythmic motion,
Pushing us through the hardships and the tears.
Imagine swimming through life,
When you are humiliated, abused, or attacked
You feel as if something you should have, but lack
Your soul is alone, but precious are you
Wishes and wonders why people have not a clue
Like long standing mountains,
I am weathered and flawed,
Made beautiful by life's disastrous, awesome turns.
I am insecure,
Searching for meaning in a life I once thought I did not deserve.
You are probably wondering what I look like without a filter
I have Flaws
Too many to count
My forehead is too big
My mouth too wide
My skin too dark
I have black heads
I grab a rag from the old wooden stand;
Society was staying my hand.
Begging and screaming to not take it off;
But as I stared at myself in the mirror;
I was not happy with myself.
the girl they see
quiet,
shy,
sweet,
strong,
the girl I am.
loud,
outgoing,
smart,
deep,
I am both girls unfiltered.
and im completely happy,
To Bully is to be cruel,
Noreason reason to do so,
Hurting people,
Making many cry for no reason,
They become depressed and build up anger,
Many kill themselves to end the pain,
And for what?
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,
Im standing on top of a hill tired and out of breath yet i see how similar my way up that hill is to my life.
See, society has this pre-conceived ideaabout how a black personespecially a black girlshould act.
Its a feeling not a knowing.
Curiosity and randomness lead me to you.
I feel so blue.
We are so clueless.
Where to begin and where to end.
Like Thunder Roaring Through The Night
The Sounds of Boom Get Louder Like A Gun Shot Over The Horizon
Cries of Fear Heard From Street Corner To Street Corner
Trees Are Falling Like Soldiers In A Great War
Small with a big attitude
Accompanied by an even bigger mouth
A sweet, loving smile
that will quickly turn into a pout
Kind of boy crazy... okay maybe a lot
Can't blame me, I mean some are quite hot.
"Look in the mirror and tell yourself you're beautiful' .
I'd repeat it. Look in the mirror and say " I love you".
I'd try , but nothing would come out . I'd go mute.
I spent most of my life trying to hide myself.
You may play me out and have the media cover me up and show me as a lie.but this kind of rage and heartache can never be covered up with all the bloodshed flowing in the street, and many not understanding why
NIght comes and goes im in a deep sleep dreaming about what happenes next
i wake up tired and my long day startes i have to use public transportation to get to my destination
My heart made of gold holds intentions so true
Reveal to me your demons held inside of you
Open up and let your guard down a little bit too
Releasing your pain is just what I'll do
Sometimes you have to reflect
Look back to the past
Take a trip down memory lane
Pop some Advil because there will be pain
Close your eyes and start
What's the first image that crosses your mind?
I am that poor girl
whose waning hope
gave birth to passion
Or perhaps I am a pupeteer
with a marionette by the name of
"Semantics"
Some days I am the crisp morning drizzle
Hoping for destination, she
gropes toward brightness,
across spaces like tundras.
On this world of 7 billion
Me? I'm 1 in a trillion
Unlike some of you out there,
I voice my opinion and do not care
If you think I'm right or wrong
That's the secret to staying strong.
Everything is created
In a Bang
We bang
to create life
The Universe bangs to create Life
We bang ingredients to build a cake
We bang our heads to make a mistake.
Everything is just a bang.
On
Always on
In our hands we look
Lighting up our face
Words flash
color bash
technology hold us
And we can let go
He Stood Tall
Forever growing
Tall as a mountain
Larger than a Building
He's an Idea that is always growing
Walking down the halls I see it everywhere
In some way shape or form bullying is going on.
This needs to stop.
I am but one person but my voice is heard by thousands.
30 things said by someone with
For starters I'm more confident than anyone I know
Litteraly, nobody can match me when i put on a show
Pay attention to the eyes,
the windows to who she really is.
Meet Miss Hyde.
Spontaneous she is
Outspoken, yet respectful.
Life of the party and responsible
Definition of style,
Every aspect of my life has
Always been a splintered crack
between myself and who I wanted to portray.
It wasn't my fault.
I just wasn't good enough.
I was not satisfied with who I was,
I remember the dark road
The road I left behind
I remember the knife in my hand
and the thought in my mind.
For so long I sat
My dreams were all blind
But I would no longer wait
When I close my eyes
I'm travelling
with backpacks hanging off of me
they aren't heavy
because they're just enough
I have two faces but I only show one
No one knows my true face, none
All you can see is my mask
Nobody even cares to ask
Who cares?
My real face shows my trepidation
A man once told me
He told me you see
That you can be anything
You wish to be
But what he says
And what I see
Are nothing but visions
Of obscurity
The mirror reveals
"I love you, sweet heart"
No, you wanted me.
"You're my little girl"
No, I was your toy.
"I didn't hurt you"
Yes, you did.
"You're such a spaz"
I'm sorry, I just get excited.
Rumor has it that scars of gold kept you hidden
behind a veil of words that were forbidden to hear,
and the tattoos of watercolors began to slosh around on your marble skin,
until no single pigment could be found.
I stand behind the curtains of an unaccepting society
Pulling at the seemingly infinite weight
Yearning to be nothing but myself
The curtain weighs down with
He/she
I protest -
Not for
peace
in this
world -
We will
have no
peace -
I protest -
I Scream
for
thought -
I refuse
to remain
at peace -
"The road less traveled"
Frost was and is still onto something.
We, humans are so scared and dependent:
Waiting for someone establish and cultivate a barefaced modus operandi.
When I had no place to go, your door was closed.
And when I knocked, I heard it lock.
So I let the rain cover me, and as it flows with my tears,
I know that I will soon have to face the mirrors.
Fidgeting, sweating palms, racing heart-
Please relax I say; my insecurities can rip me apart.
I'm so scared, on the fringe of fright.
This disorder makes me believe that I'm not at all bright.
Someone once said that we all wear a mask to hide our true self and to fit in with the rest. But whose mask is the best. I think we have reached a point where everyone has a mask. I don’t know who I’m talking to and that makes me feel bad.
People judge me by the looks and the actions they see daily.
It is hard to show them the real me.
The reason I don’t show the real me because I’m afraid
"Shes strong beautiful has the whole world at her hands"
yet shes sad scared and surrounded by everyone yet feels so alone
"Shes Beautiful.."
She Cant stand to take full body pictures
"Shes confident"
My illness defines me,
I see no way around it.
They don't believe in me,
They think me weak,
They think me fragile,
They think me suicidal.
The people who should care for me.
I am a slave to their words,
a mutt in their eyes,
for bastards like me were not meant to survive,
I have the face,
the nose, eyes, and lips of a Salabie,
a rich man’s name,
I find you really nice and cute and all,
But I doubt you'd ever love me for the colors
that hide inside of me.
I could tell you that I’m burgundy
And you’ll laugh back, saying “red”.
I dance to the rhythm of their hearts
I speak their tongue for they can understand the words that flow out
I bite my tongue so they don’t hear my inner thoughts
I was handed a mask at a very young age.
Society offered, and like the rest I took the bait.
I’m on the inside looking out
Biding my time till I can stride out
I push and I pull and I purposefully repeat
But these durable bonds are unbreakable
My unlivable cage is indestructible
I yearn to be free
I am her.
I am that girl who is the most liked in school.
I am that girl who everyone loves.
I am that girl that everyone admires.
I am that girl who all the school boys like.
Do you know the girl behind the mask?
Everyone thinks they do; they could not be more wrong.
Photography saved her when pain changed her,
Reality made her the very thing she had feared;
Changes don’t happen overnight;
but if they did, think of it this way:
dusk is the beginning of the bad stuff.
The darkness sets in slowly,
and then all at once,
Melt the liquid make-up from my solidified face.
I have let my friends, my family, and myself weld it straight to my face.
It masks my freckles, my fear, and my blemishes.
It's been my dream in life to be taken seriously
To be intelligent
To be adept
To have a voice
But at every turn it's
If you just used a little rogue and shadow
In grade 7, I had an idea.
A man.
He leads a tiresome, boring life,
And when he sleeps,
He escapes in his dreams.
How beautiful, I thought,
A man so in control of his dreams.
A blurred version of myself stares back at me
the trail of hot tear stains linger on my cheeks as I ask the reflection
"am I beautiful?"
the question presses into my mind,
My heart whispers.
And I panic.
My heart will whisper and it will murmur.
I was scared,
And I couldn’t breathe,
When my heart leapt forward,
And forgot to beat,
For the first time.
How I long for the center stage
To be finally out of this mental cage
How I wish to be who I want to be
and to live happy, properous, and carefree
But if I show my very true form
Warmth enfolds me.
The cleansing current upon my spine,
without it I'd be filthy,
and safety no longer mine.
I remain concealed, behind this curtain,
due to my most solemn doubt.
I am flawless not because of my looks,
But rather because of the way I study my books
I am flawless not because of the clothes I wear
Because clothes can go out of style just like my hair
The mirror is my perfection.
It reflects, contradicts, opposes
And reflects, reveals, interposes.
I am; I am not. Two same divided.
It allows me to realize what pride hid:
Mistakes, mess-ups, mull-sided
A facade of what you want me to be.
You want nice, I am perfectly pleasant
You want smart, I am intelligent
You want silent, I am mute
When people need me I am there
The same weird looks I receive when people hear my last name are the same ones I get when people get to know me.
The man behind the glass mirror
striding with the shadows
the voice behind the tranquil singer
is he deep in care or is he shallow?
He is neither subdued nor self-centered
All that separates us is a curtain.
The one you’re looking at-
The side made of
Sugary pink fabric-
Is the side I show you.
I decorate it with
Bright lights of hopes,
Why should I feel lesser because you are jealous?
Why should I feel like I should jump off a moving train because I have friends?
Why should my best friend belittle me for making changes in my life?
Change will save the world.
Treating others diferently because of their skin color,
sexual preferences,
height, weight,
likes, dislikes,
financial status,
religious views,
and disabilities
I won't cry in front of you,
but I'll cry over you.
I won't let anyone see me break,
but I break down.
I want nothing more than to go to school and teach,
but it seems like a long shot.
Fiting into my jeans is almost as difficult as fiting in with everyone else.
The fear of never being wanted is almost as scary as my fear of being "that girl."
There was a conversation that never happened
Not even a deleted scene
More like a storyboard
Lost
An idea cut from the first draft
And you are costarring
Shuffles of papers of decks of cards
Rearrange, restage the stars.
“I like stars.” Reception: laughter.
The gates have cracked
The walls have fallen
I don’t want to go back
I found myself here
I cannot let this go
My Reflections
As I stand between two mirrors
I expect to see my own reflections
But I don't
The mirror in front of me I see the relfection of a warrior
A warrior with a vicious look and a sly smile
I've made a deal with Mephistopheles,
One signed in crimson blood.
I resigned a significant portion of myself
To a hell in which you can't even imagine
And for no greater reason than
Little ones, afraid of the dark,
know more than we do.
They know secrets are in the dark,
When people see me
They don't really see me
The smiles
The laughs
The "I-don't-really-give-a-fuck-about-it-all" attitude
Is what keeps me safe
My own chest seizes at the sound of sobs
Watching rose petals fall from their stems with ease
Remember
How a touch of sweat will form ink globs
"A Poem Written at One in the Morning on a Random Thursday" or "Maybe Curtains and Masks Aren't So Bad After All" or "A P
I know I'm not perfect.
Thick thighs and basic brown eyes,
Stretchmarks from growing too fast,
Calloused fingers from instruments, sports, painting,
drawing, writing, clumsiness, and burns,
What constitutes a mask?For me, bright eyes, dazzling smiles,and false perfectionsconceal the truth.
Im fearless and flawless with my feet on the ground
And I keep going with my head in the clouds
My heart beat, beats and I'm not slowing down
I stand out from all of the crowds
I woke up like this.
Natural.
No makeup.
I worked for this.
Curls.
Products and oil.
I threw this on.
Clothes.
Skinny jeans and a hoodie.
If I were less afraid I would have turned myself inside out and shown you even the darkest sublevels of my conscience.
I would have scooped out my thoughts
Like the innards of a pumpkin
There is something holding me back
Perhaps a nagging feeling in my head?
Every time I see a reason to offer help
I tell myself I would jump
At the opportunity.
Arrant and austere,
Highs and lows.
No in between
Just excessive extremes
Of commendable and baneful times,
Blissful and despairing moments
That altered me
Into whom I am.
Chin up
Eyes open
This is you
You are here
You are real
The darkness has finally faded
No one can bring you down
No one can hurt you.
staring at a crowd- a clique of friends
but, alas, I am not one of them
walking on the outskirts, outsider looking in
sitting in the back, needing some oil for my tin
congratulations I'm the first one
Do I need your approval,
For anything in my life?
Do I need your judging,
your input, your thoughts?
I'm stubborn aloof, unemotional.
But,
I'm creative, ambitious, original.
The doors open for shows at seven,
And prohibit customers past eleven.
When the time comes and the clock strikes the hour,
Hundreds of people charge into the tower.
Swarms of customers all rushing about,
At the break of dawn, after the sun’s come and gone,
When it’s pouring rain, when you’re in searing pain,
When the icy wind blows, and the gray clouds snow,
After two hours of sleep, and all you want to do is weep
I speak loudly and I speak proudly
about everthing about me
Ask me any question
and I'll give you a dissertation
I wear my heart on my sleeve
And so it's hard for people to believe
A heartless beating thumps in my chest
My head manifests an illusion of what was
just smile
because it’s easier than to confess
just wave
as if somebody could care less
just go
and maybe you’ll soon progress
just stand
even if you’re below the rest
they say
Dancing around as if no one is watching when there are many eyes
Coming up with catchy tunes that can appear on the radio
Dressing in a style that is whimsical, free, and unique
On the steep ledge, i reached behind me
a flower appeared of the ordinary
as my eyes started to close
the world seemed to immediately freeze
i forced my lids open
and trembled in the cold quiet breeze
I sit in class bored out of my mind
The teacher reads, but I'm far behind
Hamlet's asking, "To be or not be?"
I'm asking, "Do I want to be me?"
Do I have to decide right here and now?
You'd be surprised to figure out who hides behind these lies,
You'd be surprised to figure out who smiles while in disguise,
It's me, the girl who you see smiling all the time,
The crevices of my soul
Are left untouched by the purest of men.
They do not craft me, I craft myself.
A pretty picture I paint to the world,
Hidden Behind The Curtain
It's a masquerade ball
monsters are beautified to all
I've heard it said that to see a mans true face, you need only give him a mask. 'Why give someone something we all construct anyways?' I ask.
Flawless... long legs, beautiful face, gorgeous body.
Those are merely simple definitions that describe a little piece of this passionate word.
Who do I say,
Do I say that I am?
What am I now,
Am I now that I was?
When will it be,
Will it be truly me?
Where does this end,
Does this end with a dream?
Oceans rolled,
Soft little kitten, not quite yet a cat.
Sick of the secure and warm caring lap.
Wanted to explore and do things on his own.
My drive is singular, self-relient, unparalleled.
So please, back five feet away-
It is for your own safety.
She is composed of the finest leather seats;
Durability.
When I look in the Mirror
I am Flawless
I have two brown eyes
that you know are so rare
Masks are a tricky task. Something we can only percieve. They lead to schemes,screams and being mean.
I was quite fearfully made
my love for Him continues
as my faith remains the same.
The open-minded turn back
as for me I strive to be
a faithful disciple from
His tremendous example.
Look in the mirror...
Dang, that's nice!
I like what I see?
Maybe...
Look at my grade...
Dang, that's nice!
I like what I see?
Heck yea!
Who am I? to be exact.
Well don't we all wonder that.
We each think we are one way or another,
but act so differently with eachother.
Myself, I think I'm curious and smart,
Wondering if I'll ever be perfect in your eyes
I try to stay strong enough to survive the pain
I feel on the inside, I feel so lost and hidden
while you stand so tall and confident,
A girl born mid February
Such little did they know
Soon leaping, skipping, dancing girl
They planned to watch her grow
They took her home that very night
Flaws and All
They say,"Just make sense of it all".
When all I see is confusion.
I let these pieces fall where they may until I'm disillusioned.
Keep my gaze down,Headphones glued in my ears.Smile at the right moments.Do the right moves, say the right lines,And no one will ever suspect a thing.No one will know that I struggle.
I'm not going to lie
I'm full of flaws
I'm full of imperfections
I'm diiferent, but that difference makes me shine brighter than the sun
I'm flawless in my own WAY
"Hard work beats talent when talent dosn't work hard."
A quote from the superstar Kevin Durant entering his rookie season.
You push so long and feel as if nothing is moving forward,
Beep Beep Beep Beep BeepWake up ugly, here's anouther day to be made fun of.What is that on your face?Anouther pimple?Well it'll have to do.Four pounds of makeup, and you're still barely presentable.
THIS IS A POEM ABOUT HOW I KNOW WHO I AM AND CANT COME OUT OF A CURTAIN THAT HAS ALREADY BEEN OPENED
I can't appear from an open curtain,
I am quite rather uncertain,
because everyone already knows wo I am,
I don't understand,
How to appear from an open curtain.
Oh that the lovely flower, which has everlasting powerGhost that holds the flower has taken an hourWho, by chance will grow?And no one will ever showBut, if the winds decide to blow
Silently in the halls I walk
Thoughts and images crowd my head
No words exist to let me talk
Rogue feelings weigh me down like lead
I've built stories inside my head
I don't understand why in today's world
It's sexy to be thin
To have so little fat, so little curves
It's just bones under skin
And among so many beautiful girls
Not one of them loves
Education though,
it's awful.
I walk into school and want to turn around and go
School sucks and should be unlawful.
Education though.
Education isn't fun but you know what is?
Waffles.
I am Flawless
Not Flawless in the sense of,
Perfect bouncy curls that catch the sunlight
Smooth skin without blemishes
A slim figure, but still womanly
These things are not what makes someone Flawless
Why say how I got this flawless?
Everyones perfect
God did not create you jawless.
So speak up erect,
With dignity and pride.
Tell EVERYONE who'll hear
No matter who you are, thin or wide
What makes me flawless is my beauty,
My beauty is not only on the outside but also in the inside.
What makes me flawless is the love that I have towards Rene.
My flawless love towards him is unending.
Lost in mind
Lost in heart.
Clouds lay my mind
Confusion rest in my heart.
Decision are made
Only when the mind is clear.
Choices are best
When the heart is rest.
Somewhere between being born and finding you in the land we call living,
People look at me
they wish that they could be
a swimmer like me.
My hair has become
a beautiful blonde color
from the amount of chlorine
that is absorbed by it everyday.
My pits are flawless
It's a weird trait
But it's true
Smooth skin
Light hair
Deodorant commercial quality
I
love
my
armpits
Few people can say
Engulfed in a deep slumber,
I hear the eradicating sound of the alarm clock.
As I slowly come to my senses,
they ask me,
If you could be straight, would you?
but things would've been different
if i got to choose,
I am a calm guy who loves hockey.
I wonder where I'll end up career wise.
I hear the stress my parents exert night after night.
I see smoothe ice ready to be played on.
I want a life with no worries, stress free.
I've been surrounded by people,
who've greatly impacted my life.
"Great", such a terriible word.
Its nature is a double-edged sword.
For one who conquers the world,
whether to spread love or unleash hate
My hair was too long, but I cut it and it’s too short
My mouth was too loud, but I shut it and there’s still sound
My heart was still aching, but I broke it and it still beats
Look at that tree
All scratched up and worn
With it's branches turning
Towards the sun
And even with it's diversity
It remains flawless
The branches provide shade
The thick red vale that hides my face
makes me claustrophobic.
The smell of my faults and failures over rides my senses.
Let me out.
Let me out!
Always happy on the outside.
My mind is free of almost all the bindings.
I create something out of nothing
I am invisible because of the over windng.
I am not compatible with their lusting
The world treats me differently
I've got a club, it fits just two
Consists of only me and you;
I got your back, you've got mine
Make sure no man is left behind.
Up in a fort with winter chills,
It's in one breath that the syllables come falling out,
Can't break one down if they don't know a thing about doubt,
I'm stronger, braver, wiser, faster,
Than I ever been before,
when we startedit was a messno structureuntruthfulnessit was bound to unravelhit the truth lighton some hurtful levelit was bound to fall apartfrom the lies the secrets
The sketches in my notebook, and the raindrops on my window
This, Blissfully this
The art of nature and its beautiful galore, those laughs and those smiles I'd like to see more
This, Blissfully this
Words streaming across the page
expression flows through each phrase
emotions turn from hot to cold
anger turns to calm
showing other your work
praise swells your heart
writing breathes life into art
Oh God, weep upon thy world lost in disgrace,
Bound in the transgressions of her first patriarch
Has set up for lasting rule this false corrupt monarch;
Virtue, love, and humility no longer dwell in this place
Teenage Love<3 pt. 1 his view (imagine)
You were sad so I held you
You whispered why did I let him hurt me again?
I said you should have never let him..
i am who i am because i do what i say and what i feel. the question isnt where am i stopping but who is going to stop me .
Worksheets, packets, handouts too
I stare at the blocks of text, nothing too new
Helpful, resourceful, that's what they say
And I agree, but only 'till I've had my way
Dashes, arrows, comments all through
The tree grows, and then the tree dies
The wind blows, to the people's cries
We are a tree of life, both you and I
We grow to live, if even just to try
I love each branch as if each my own
What makes me melancholy,
just chemicals in my brain,
experiences that I've had,
the way my life is arranged,
Winter is a slippery time for walking
My clunky boots skate along the ice
The temperature is chillingly shocking
On this adventure, I’ve only fallen twice
Spring blooms of bright scented flowers
The summer breeze is against my face.
The butterflies flap their wings,
showing off to the sky.
But below,
Teens are in the mall, window shopping.
I said i'm going to rise to the top of the mountain....wait wait wait...
I said I'm going to rise to the top of the mountain.
Stand on this stage declaring my Name,say.
Because I am a king, ayee.
I am in a prison
Enclosed by the stress
To be someone, to succeed
This cage is getting smaller
I need some release
Just as soon as I am about to suffocate
Being invisible is easy.
Standing out is hard.
To blend into the background,
To never be seen.
It's time to unviel the beauty behind
This curtain of invisibility.
Life passes, and there you sit,
Plants are like people,
They all come in different colors
Just like Whites, Asians or Hispanics
Come in all shades,
Like all the colors of people.
Just because I am Hispanic,
You have moved forward from you lego days
t-ball days, grade school days
You have come so far since then, a grand young man
You hold the doors and use utter respect, for not only me
but every one
In his essay "Self-Reliance," Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote,
"Society is a joint-stock company, in which...The virtue in most request is conformity."
Is this not the same society that taught me that everyone was unique?
"Do you need a doctor?"Is what I will say."I'm having a stroke!'"Then come right this way."
I give my timeTo help those in needIn the local ER,Where they all come to bleed.
Bending, swaying, taunting me,
Begging, pleading, wanting freed,
white wish-holders dance aloft,
dream-cry whispers downy, soft,
flying, twirling, sailing high,
magic captured, drinking sky,
Each day you wake up, hoping for that magical rebirth that will uplift you and clear your head
But it never happens
Each day is a blanket of stress, constricting you untils its squeezed the life out of you and you go to bed
I gaze at the many drifting clouds in the sky;
time no longer passes by.
The sun engulfs me in a warm embrace
as the soft breeze nuzzles my face.
The song birds are singing a symphony of love;
Giggles in the air;
The soft baby hair.
Squirming in her arms,
Not around any harm.
Running up the stairs,
Big blue eyes watching in pairs.
Dropping the bag on the ground
When highschool is over and graduation begins,
there'll be laughter and joy and faces wth grins.
When highschool is over and life offers choices,
My words will be heard, my thoughts will have voices.
If you are Caucasian, Asian, or of Middle Eastern persuasion
everyone wants to be black for the occasion
You wear saggy jeans and you come off like this
Do you really know what its like to be black and dissed
A new life
Potential with no seeming end
A new beginning, no sign of strife
But to begin, however, is also to end
A military child
Moving from state to state
Fall down.... Get upFall down.... Get upFall down.... Get up
We will not fall down againWe will not turn colors againWe will not live again
The pencil
It lands on the paper, waiting.
Waiting for the race to begin; waiting for the picture in its mind to bleed onto the canvas
Waiting for it to be caught up by a storm of motivation
I want to change the fact
I don't now myself
I can't answer simple questions like
What do you like
What do you do for fun
I just want to know who I am
I own my daysWeekdays? I got this. I succeed.But it's on Saturday and Sunday that I feedMy soul.I do what makes me happy.I live my life the right way, but my wayWhen I do chores, it's still play
A pug who snores and grunts in her sleep,
Who doesn't regonize rich from cheap.
With a curled tail and a slant to her walking,
And enjoys peering over curtains for people watching.
The wind whips through my hair
The other cars zoom by
I peer towards my left,
And I say, “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
He smiles back at me
Our fingers intertwine
His other hand on the wheel
Out of anyone
and everyone, you're the one
I can count on most.
Selfless and caring
and charming is what you are;
full of compassion.
You believe in me
How High
Clouds are neighbors
Birds are friends
Meer seconds until we meet again
Fear may invoke
Do not look down
Walkers press the mesh to the ground
They help me when I struggle,
They comfort me when I’m stressed,
But most of all they put up with me,
And for that they are the best.
They pick me up when I have fallen,
They cheer me on when I’m at my best,
Darkening gray skies,
thunder gurgling in the distance,
cracking whips of light
sporadically decorate the clouds.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
A jigsaw puzzle,
is just like a person’s life.
Pieces are missing.
Starting off it is very hard,
A masterpiece at the end
In this life, we are fighters
In our world, they tried to deny us.
Time is running out for us
We don’t have forever
We do not have any time to reconsider
We need to make a decision now!
Two years----last time I saw you
Thinking and thinking what my life would be if our paths never crossed
You seeing something I could not see in myself
Seeing a shy, insecure girl in your science class
I have so many people in my life
That i adore so much.
But the people i perform with
Have a special place in my heart.
I look at all of their faces as family.
Every day i look forward to seeing them
I remember once
A story about magic and friendship
Love and loss
In the story they told me
How in a land long ago
The earth could breathe
Could speak to you if only you paid attention
I’m not really sure how to write a poem about what I love,What makes me laugh,What I’m proud of,Or what I’m awesome at, because that would be an incredibly long poem…
But I do know how to make a wicked list.
I've come to understand the power of being too
quick to draw conclusions.
Growing up I used to go into situations with
preexisting assumptions,
Shutting out ideas I couldn't relate to or accepted
From all the stars in every galaxy,to the electronic melodyof every song that comes through my eardrums.From every relaxing activity
Life starts with trouble that takes over the soul.
It leaves you breathless and an empty hole,
It can't be filled with concrete
or cement.
It can't be stopped from growing
or causing pain
Spit on the back of a Barbed Halo
They intend to break something they wont
As they pound on false salvation
Soon begins slow suffocation
Other knees broke speeding the process
You complete me.
It's not just some high school romance.
It's you and I
Together.
The way you smile
The way you laugh
The way you cry;
It all makes you beautiful.
It’s hard to remember anything about beauty when we feel the world weighing down in our stomachs.
Lights
Flashing, beaming, blinding, multicolored, bright…
This is what I zone in on, when I take the mic tonight.
The applause and cheers fading into a soothing hum.
Its her aspirations that drive her determination and inspires her to be greater. Hard work and dedication, shes commited to versification, on the everlasting road to riches she's trying to make it.
Before I was, He is
Beautifully and wonderfully made
I am his
When I was lost, he came running to my aid
I can never comprehend how he forgave for shedding the blood of Abel
It's not that I was your cure
Or you were my disease
Not that I was saving you
As you were killing me
It's not your illness
Or your dangerous and deadly ways
Not that I'm sick
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night.
I wish they float away like the setting sun.
But alas, they don't.
And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
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And in this moment,
let the mind roam free;
release these demons,
do it carefully.
Mess is not needed,
slip away in the night;
darkness consumes dead limbs,
the demons - they were right.
I'm sad, tears down my cheeks.
Walk to my room, the door slides open.
His excitment, running, jumping, barking.
My smile big, pearly whites showing
Jumps in my arms, licks my face
Delicate toes tiptoed around the edge of the dock,
dipping slowly into the chilled water.
Erupting ripples followed, lapping and licking the splintered harbor.
Time goes by,Swim suits and Water Parks go away,But memories have stayed.The leafs start to fall,and the nights get cold.
The joy I find when their near
The tingling sensations that appears
With warm embraces
Smiling faces
The sound of laughter wafts through the air
The glow in my heart for all to see
The green grass, the blue sky, the cool streams of water, the flowers, the birds and the bees,
Picturesque paradise in a faraway land of lakes and of mountains and trees.
What is my safe haven?What is my release?Everyone experiences frustrationIn search of a life of easeEscape, Run
The hair brought back behind my ears
by chilled hands as we walked
through the falling leaves
The colors around us
vibrant but serene
makes me feel warm inside
The scent of spices
a book should be like your favorite blanket…
worn…
with the feeling that you're home…
I sit down
First day, first class
New faces are all I see
I see smiling faces
Faces, all staring back at me
Comforted, that's how I feel
Routine, that's what I need
You are careful. You wash the raspberries one by one with your hands.I am reckless; I eat the unwashed ones straight out of the box as you scowl:“You know they recalled these last month for contaminants, right?”
Music is the rhythm of my soul,
It reaches out a fruitful vine.
Touching my life,
Touching life.
I feel the beat inside, tolling deeply like a tower bell,
Facebook status updateMarch 19th, 2009:is cool like ice on your eyelids, aight kid?
With everything gained and lost in my past
I began to think I had hit a brick wall,
Yet when you became my first and last
I realized it wasn’t the case at all,
The night sky brings old affairsto trample my mindinto a heap of despair
The scent of your skinIt warms my mind, hauntinglike a shark surrounding
Summer is a drag
At least for dreaded summer babies like me
Crunchy leaves
Exotic new tea's
Fall is the season for me
Sweater weather and nice new boots
Break out your North Face and cute scarves too!
Ladies and gentlemen, friends from all walks of life, we have had a wonderful summer full of battles sleep, games, and near death experiences.
Happiness can be found
in the air or in your hair.
Happiness can be heard
in the laughter of company or in the peacefulness of your country.
Happiness can be felt
in your heart or on your skin.
I understand life is not always fair, I never asked it to be.
Sometimes I pretend that it is all a dream and when I wake up it will all be back to normal
I cry when I realize I cannot alter the past.
Nimble fingers, busy hands-
A guilty head tilt off to the right
As delicate lines kiss the page.
She spends her imaginary free time in a world of her own.
Armed with a pencil,
Cobblestone streets tweet on.
Over the bridge, under the stars;
like a heart you beat,
love a guest to meet.
Taste the red fine wine, oui!
River sends the Hunchback
to the palace to see the Sun.
My story is unknown
No one knows where I've been
So now I sit here and wait
For my freedom once again.
I'm lonely can't you see
I just want to be held
Loved like all the rest
Uncertainty is the life I am choosing, but is it not what I requested and demanded? Need knowing is not wanting, is not hoping. Where I end is where I choose, and what I love is what I choose.
Abyss
Fluttering into an abyss,
dreaming for a way out
of this madness I call life.
Seeing a way out,
A Resonance Rest
A mystical rise that craves to fall
A burst of tones – loud, unmistakable
Carefully veiled behind my calm composure was a life I thought I deserved.
Misery, self-destruction and darkness.
I was in pain and somehow felt nothing at all.
Numbness, helplessness and silence.
Your parents tell you when you are young,
your teachers tell you when you are in elementary school,
your teachers tell you in middle school,
your teachers tell you in high school,
What do you see, when you look at me?
What do you hear, are you even listening to me?
Every day I wake up is a challenge.
People everywhere, every day, every minute, every second.
Not many notice.
Not everyone has had the best life,
Just like not everyone has had a bad one.
I had to get my emotions right,
It was time to no longer run.
I don't complain anymore,
Even though i know its not fair.
Who am I?Peel back the layers,Scream it to the masses; That I am unclean and undecided. Who am I?Scrub away the sludge atop my skin,
Keeping quiet
Thinking something is wrong
Why does no one talk?
Trying but failing.
Always waiting for someone to see me
What about them, he or she
The hill of dirt is a volcano of small spackles of red lava,
The sting is a fresh memory of all who have experienced the burn,
The pain is still fresh
The bitter anger still prominent.
#JustBecause you have an Opinion, Doesn't mean I want to hear it.
#JustBecause I'm looking at you, Doesn't mean I care what your saying.
#JustBecause I hear you, Doesn't mean I'm listening.
Quiet. Silent. Why should I be?
I was born demanding attention.
I came into this life screaming.
I write because eloquence just passed me by.
Out of my mouth spews forth aberrations.
Reality is plagued with cruelty which we try to escape in every way.Constantly seeking a new exit from the present distaste,We find hideous pleasures in the most unrecognizable treasures.
we've all heard those words "speak what you believe, no matter what"
in the world of school, work, facebook, twitter
you can't always speak what you believe
most of these people will call you out and say
Your face says you don't care if I'm not speaking about
you even if I'm speaking to
you. Well, this is about
you. About
you not showing up and
You being the one I'm waiting for and
Always the listener in a conversation,My voice rarely makes an appearance.Being the quiet one gives me a reputation.If I said anything, they would not hear it.
The sun wakes the neighborhood, bouncing off the black shingled rooftops.
I close my eyes.
Inhale.
And start my descent down the paved hill from my doorway.
So you think you're a tough guy?Beating on the weakThat sting in your knuckles echoed by a life timeIs what you createAn artist of despair
Life is gift from God
But you have to earn that gift
You can’t just expect things to happen
Or else they never will
Life is about persistence
Hard work and dedication pays off
From the age of zero, starting at birth, where have you been? Did I do something wrong? Do I deserve the Hell and confusion I've been put through? I longed for the love of those whose blood is running through my veins.
I walk the crowd yet I am not noticed because I'm not creating a scene
I yell my name but no one hears it because I'm not begging for you to take me back
I walk the crowd yet I am not noticed because I'm not creating a scene
I yell my name but no one hears it because I'm not begging for you to take me back
I found a weed in the garden
and called it
"a beautiful flower"
but they smacked my hand
and called it
"disgusting"
"a pest"
"undsesirable"
and pulled its roots from the ground
I plaster the same smile on every day,
Hiding the hurt and burying the truth.
I didn't expect anyone to listen,
But you did.
You heard my pains and reality,
And you still adored me through it.
"Long week ended
Energy been expended
I can barely make a sentence
Trynna get it in
But I'm still stuck at the entrance
I swear I need a break
Sittin back chillin
Doubt
Whe black clouded monster
Under which confusion and chaos
And self-loathing and grief
Drown the souls of the inspirational dreamer and
Slowly
Kill
Their hope
What makes me, me?
Is it the way I comb my hair, my brains and beauty, or the shoes i wear on my feet?
What makes me any different from you? Is it because i'm so kind
Society wants me to be beauitful
My family wants me to be beautiful
My friends want me to be beauitful
I am not beautiful, because:
they base their judgements on me
try to sculpt me, to see
A dad full of push, a mom full hope..
If I don't make it out,
Then thats all she wrote.
Gotta go to school, Get a good education
That's just society's ex-spec-tations
I think about the cause..
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Jackie Robinson's fist clasped in anger
From the darkness of confusion
His eyes wept pain
From the tireless ashes of death.
There is a buzzing in my head.
There’s a fluttering, flapping, swishing noise in my head.
There is a buzzing in my head.
I don’t think you get it. There is a BUZZING in my HEAD.
Writing is an act of thought,
A Muse chased into eloquence,
A wild idea, tamed and caught
And realized through writer's sense
The cause itself, irrelevant,
The processes behind it too,
Dear Dad,
You know how much I miss you,
But being a good father to your kids had always been an issue,
Mom used to say that you were just a drug addict,
“I am, I am, I am.”
Oh Sylvia, with your words of gold and your thunderstorm heart;
She whispered her poetic harmonies to me with her dead eyes and trembling hands.
Everyone has a different form of expression
everyone is their own piece of art.
walking, living, breathing art
But what perplexes me so is that they never get to see themselves
through someone else's eyes.
I am a living computer
I survive on electricity
I read sound waves and light waves
I have motion sensors, proximity sensors, and heat sensors installed
I can analyze chemicals, airborne and otherwise
I used to care too much, now I do not care at all,
I have been up with my "friends", but they all watched me fall.
My trust was so giving, I thought I was content,
People tell you to speak your mind, but not to be rude.
They do not want to hear lies, but say they want the truth.
Honesty comes off as being rude, the truth comes off as being too blunt.
In the begining we were all the same
Men and women with out a name
But, differences made us who we are
Characteristics, colors, and all
In the end we weren't meant fit in to one frame
With a swift brush of the breeze, you are beautiful.
Soaking in your everlasting scent, I can see you.
The ability to taste your bountiful lips is euforic, in the sense of purity and love.
i live among youi feel emotions just like youi have a family just like every one elsei would feed you if you were hungryi would see you as a friend if given the chance
The hangdog drops, they plunge in pure
For fifty feet or so at least,
And plummet to their deaths insured
As they themselves become decreased,
Destruction thus secured.
Do you ever think about one situation & how one little detail could've changed everything?
There is nothing wrong with asking a question
But before you begin, allow me to answer some of the more common ones
My scarf does not show regression
And yes, I know I look like a nun
I have plenty of hair
Memories of failed fantasies,
fill his mind,
pushing him to the edge,
where the darkness,
just isn’t enough anymore.
So Dream Away
By Elizabeth Dresdow
What is a Mind?
What makes up a mind?
Does it have infinite possibilities?
The truest pain is the one you don't initially feel Question, what happened? and was it even real?
Matthew 7:12. Do unto others whatsoever you would like them to do to you. Why is this concept so HARD to comprehend?
I walked with her to the beach
Her beauty can be compared to the reflection of the sun off the moon;
What makes me tick
When I look into her eyes I understand what must be done.
When I look into her eyes I see the truth.
When I rock her to sleep I know what I must do.
It means something to go to college.
Whether it be to get an education or gain respect.
It means something.
Whether it be to make something of yourself or to grab attention.
It means something.
Warmth all to your toes
Like a cozy cup of tea
A blanket of sleeves
(poetry slam tag) speak your mind slam
That tar that you spit, embellishes oppression
Not uncovering another beauty only truly shielding it, no resting
Constant stressing about the matters of geography
If my Head is up there
a part of the clouds,
then let the words that come out my Mouth,
be the first droplets of a Storm.
Storms can flood towns,
clearing away rust and rubble
Here's a message to every girl across the world. Know that you are not a tool. Stop allowing men to deprive your soul with the pleasure of lust.
Devour. Ingest. Consume.
I am a moster that is always hungry.
Hungry for stories.
I crave them with my whole being.
The twists, the turns, the emotions they stir
Sustain me.
Keep me alive.
When the sun goes down, and the moon rises high,
When the fire flies glow under a deep starry night,
Life surges through my soul,
Here I am playing another role to keep people from getting hurt,
Knuckles clenched white
throat like the desert
I've caught a sickness with no cure
I'll drive familar roads with the windows down
Searching for the remedy
A dose to make me feel at ease
Lay me down in a field of wild flowers,
Take me away with your magical powers.
To a place where there is no pain,
To a place where there is no hurt.
A place where I can be free,
You go to school.
You get good grades.
You go to college.
You graduate.
You get a job.
You get married.
You have kids.
You retire.
You die.
Guaranteed success.
You cannot see the beguiling manner of those people
You, an amiable person
Them, a people of many faces
You run past the boisterous crowds
Only aiming to please
Behind the false perfection,
There she goes
What does her life show
She is happy and she smiles
But when she goes home, it only lasts for a while
I was born into a fascade, molded to imperfection.
In the first year of my birth, two parents were there. Then a change occured leaving me only one to spare.
Grew up with lies, expressed through deceit.
I was given a bagWith 5 arrows insideA bow in my handAnd a whisper, "Now hide"My heels leave the Earth
Long ago, the fire was dwindling
With a roar, it kindled and manifested might
That devastating roar was realization;
I wasn’t truly alive
This is the element of my sign:
Before I knew you I knew i didn't want one of you
before I knew you I knew I didn't have a clue
once we decided to make you I knew I would love you
once we made you I already loved you
Cry little girl.Run and hide.Huddle back into your trenchesWhere the voices lieAnd tell youThat it's safeTo sleep.
I hear a cry.
A cry that does not belong to just one but to millions.
They are silent screamers that have no names, no faces, no identities.
Against their will they were sentenced to an eternity of cold silence.
Misguided love tells me I hate you
Hate to hate but hate stays with you
Hatefull hate hates the lies
Wipe every tear out your hateless eyes
I hate you but you can't seem to hate me
Let me tell you what bullying is
Bullying is mean words that get under your skin
And the only way to get them out is
By tearing open your arms and legs and extracting them
Yo,
My pops hit the intersection, with his leathal weapon
On my mother with a birth out of pure unintention
And I understand regression, a deep misconception
I write words
simple sayings and
annunciated actions
I speak for myself
For those too quiet
to even whisper
For those who've been sick
In the mind or sick
In the body
I don't rhyme, and I certainly don't reason.
I don't like pasta or milk,
I don't want to hold your hand,
Or talk about feelings.
I am not pretty or ugly,
Or jealous or smart,
As I drift off to sleep,
my mind enters into a door of dreams,
a door filled with adventures for me.
Suddenly, I find myself in the sky in marvelous flight
Seeing the world from up so high.
I would like to think you could hear me
Even though you are so far away
As I sit here and write my feelings onto this page
I hope my words are so loud
They can reach you, up there, in Heaven
Cool as a summer's breeze you leave me
feeling refreshed with such ease.
My dearest is funny,witty, and even a little silly..these
qualities, or traits, or whatever you may call them
Why can't I talk?
Why don't I speak?
Is it for the sake of others that my tongue is in cheek?
There will always be some things I won't say,
There will always problems I can't shout away,
All my life i've watched
All my life i've had no power
All my life i've struggled
Now i rise to the top
"Listen"
My mom is going back and forth
Between my dad and a man
Always working hard, fussing, and complaining
But I make her happy when I can
My dad has gone back to school
No one is too small to cause great changes
And no one too large to alter all things
Many judge solely based on appearance
You reach around the room for broken girls,
You know, the ones with those innocent curls.
They trust in you, with all their might,
Still believing in you when you cut them down to size.
She was always criticized for her dark skin,
“Chileee when the Lord made you, He must have forgot to set the timer and just left you in!”
She was left too long in the oven,
Her skin wasn’t made for loving.
Your eyes so beautiful,
Reminding me of a warm mocha coffee on a chilly, cold day,
Your smile so radiant,
My sisters and I come from a land of harsh sun where our culture and spirits live.
A place that contains so much more beauty than one could ever witness in a lifetime.
You belong in a home with locks on all the windows attached to a chair being spoon fed with therapy and pills that hold your sanity.You know all to well that your head is more of a prison than this cell.
Although we advancewe live a lie,in an engineered trance,what dies is our mindsand although we have risen, now we must fallthat, is a given, we must learn to crawl
There. Sitting just on that abandoned bench. That beautiful girl all alone. Can’t you see someone used to be with her there?
You know what really grinds my gears?
Many things that I've witnessed over the years.
Problems with society, old and new.
Let me take a moment to share some with you.
42.
The answer to life, the universe, and
Everything.
What is 6 times 9?
The question.
A nihilist laughing at the world.
There is no point.
The answer and question cannot
There comes a time in every teen's life when they open their eyes. It seems like through grammar and middle school we've all been walking without sight.
Happy
What Is It?
They say Its money
They say Its not money
What is Happy?
They say Its family
They say its marriage
What is Happy?
Is it light?
Is it dark?
I have blisters on my fingers
Cuts on my heart
Cracks in my voice
Tears in my eyes
All I tried to do was sing for you
A love song
I've wrote you countless letters
My cut up heart
He is of a fiery nature,
He shatters the earth with his feet,
The sounds of thunder with every beat.
The winds of heaven blow through his mane,
The wildness coursing through his veins.
I thought about you today,
that's really nothing new.
The past is always there, in my thoughts, in my mind;
daddy, I used to be so mad at you.
Sits amongst us
Can be a friend
Can be a foe
But how could something so dark be a friend?
Sucks you in
Just to spit you out
All disheveled and askew
You sit and do nothing as time flies while you wait for something. Tomorrow comes, whats done? You can't figure out why this key you have isn't working. Its because you've done nothing to unlock the pontial you have, you've wasted time.
When is enough enough?
When the child in my heart is crying for its bastard birth?
When the mother I never had spits in my face for the last time (What last, and when?)?
Darkness within, Light outside
The solo light gleams
Giving this lonely room some warmth
But not enough
I love to be
I be to love
I am a tree
From skies above
Hear my leaves
Fall right here
My words will weave
As I sit with a new baby in my hands
I look around and ask myself where is he
I already know the answer
And he's never coming back
I left eveything for him
My family, highchool, and college
The innocent heart of a young child,
Has sprouted into something reckless and wild.
A teenager not knowing right from wrong,
When I wrote,
I tried.
When I called,
I tried.
When I talked,
Looked, and listened
I, myself, was trying
I was trying to save us
In any way I could.
I was holding on
A baseball bat
and countless buckets of balls
He has been waiting for this day
forever. A chance to show what he's got
His sweat running down his face
under the high sun
Pain hurts
Secrets KILL
No one has felt pain until you've felt what I feel.
Scared to open up
Scared to reveal
I represent the political party that stands on behalf of the half naked Barbie.
I represent the woman of the 21 century and this woman is everything, except for her dignity.
College is harder than high school
Office hours are there for a reason -- use them
Learn to cook at least one good meal
Listen!
Can you hear me?
I am screaming for help
I am welling up
With the pain inside,
With the thoughts that haunt me
Listen!
Can you hear me?
I am holding your hand
I wish I may, I wish I might
see my guardian angel tonight,
and if she comes while I sleep
I pray to God she kisses my cheeks.
Leave me more of those sweet angel kisses,
Children,
the fruit of society,
that explodes through the endlass choas of morals.
Who are thrown amongst the darkness,
yet invincible to the undying serpent.
Nothing leaves them bitter,
I am asked what is on my mind,
if you take a look there are alot of things you'll find.
20% of it is dedicated to the past,
5% on relationships i knew wouldn't last.
Alone and lost
the boy searched for April.
Finding nothing but silence
throughout his ribbed skeleton.
All his quest resolved was haunted memories,
abandoned long ago in hopes for Spring.
Can't stop these feelings that are dining on me eating away at my brain while you all stay sain. Living my life on a heart beat feelings up and down can't stop the heat.
Fading Away
To depravity,
Only ephemeral.
Redemption
Quite feasible,
if industrius.
A Name
Emancipated,
From profligacy.
Honestly speaking, you were never really there
Honestly speaking, you never really cared
Honestly speaking, your voice started to fade
Honestly speaking, I can remember the day
Placid water,
My reflection stands still.
Though my thoughts in my head,
And the emotions that i feel,
Run rampant throughtout me,
Beckoning tears to my eyes.
But no longer will i suffer,
Jobs, they say, must be aquired precisely, distinctly, adequately. Schooling is not for the knowledge that enriches the souls of people, but for the information which must be made of use at the exactly right time.
Our brain is filled with neurological wonders.
It is up to us whether we achieve greatness or plunder.
Shout out the things that are held within you
Don't be afraid let them hear you
Yes it can be hard you see
To open your mouth and let your feelings breathe
But Shout it out if you have to
When I look at this little girl I realize she is all alone
Feeling that she is going through all the hurt she feels on her own
Athlete
I watch the game
I study the game
I work hard for the game
I ask for perfection of myself for the game
For that one day I can see my name in lights
I dreamt of you last night,
clutching my chicken-skinny arms
breathing into my lips tinted blue
deforming my ribs as your image blurred,
This is for you.
For all the times I wished you would have heard what I said,
laughed at my jokes,
just been my friend.
This is for you.
For all the times I trusted you,
On my seventeenth birthday I found out that my eight year old brother was getting bullied at school; it inspired me to write this poem.
When I see Jenny,I see a heart of gold
Someone as wise as the old
With so much to unfold
I want to be there for the ride
Right by her side
When she needs a friend I want her to call on me and I her
With an education system,
Which limits what a teacher teaches and what a student learns,
She dealt with standardized testing,
As she saw it determining what colleges she got into, she became frustrated and helpless,
Dear Abby in third grade,
You were the first
We played house, I was always the dad
We played prom, I was the boyfriend
We played kissing practice,
I was your mistake.
I cant believe how you played me
You broke my heart once again
Proven yourself untrustworthy
I cant believe what you did
You took my heart and you used it
You made me feel like a fool
I had always been an introvert
Never had I spoken out when I saw right or wrong
Even when I saw others hurt
"The easy life is what I long"
I didn't have many friends when I first arrived
To junior high
Huh…
Can anyone hear me?
Rephrase…comprehend?
Cause I don't
I hear my echo and it doesn’t sound like me
Kinda like when you hear your voice on video for the first time
But I know it is me
In those gorilla's eyes,
I see your last goodbye.
In those gorilla's eyes,
I remember who died.
When I see the reflection in those eyes,
I remember your long missed affection.
I used to have a beef with bathroom mirrors.
When I left the house that morning
I had three zits.
Small, but still noticeable.
The bathroom mirrors at school disagreed.
They say,
We all write for someone
One for a parent
One for a grandparent
One for the sibling
One for the next generation
And another for the past generation
I'd like to write
Sisters' limbs intertwined under
a flickering flame in summer.
Chanting "bloody Mary" and feeling
quite insane. In a circle kneeling,
our bloodless family will blunder.
I'm writing this to you,
to the man I haven't met.
Actually, I'm not quite sure if I have known you for some time,
or if you're not in my life yet.
I'm writing this to you,
you're the one who I will love.
When you wake up you don’t normally know muchFirst thought might be “I need to pee”Second thought might be “What time is it?”But what if when you woke up you’re first thought was to blink your eyes three times?
I look around me I'm all alone
When somone calls my name
I'm already zoned
Caught in a vortex, frozen in time
Lost in the music
Spitting out the rhymes
Nobody hears me its like I've died
The Serpent
Slithering in silence with a mind vengeful and filled with the thirst of Dracula,
Painfully crawling from state to state, home to home and heart to heart,
B-E-A-U-T-Y
What is it about this word that makes people cry?
Is it how we use it to label and to judge?
And when we use it, do we know how we touch
On things deep inside our core
Engulfed within the depths of my soul remains my only survival defenseIn every breath I inhale, through the exhaustion gripping and tightening around my half beating heart lies nothing more than the reason for why I continue
Take the test.
Finish the essay.
Join the club.
Work hard.
Get accepted.
You win.
To be heard,
To be noticed,
Is what we all want, right?
But look into yourself,
And truly think for yourself,
Is this what you want?
Or do you desire the feeling,
I am fine,
we say,
Why would I ever want
to change the way
I see myself everyday?
We say.
It's supposed to work like that,
we say.
I'm supposed to act like that,
we say.
Music inspires seeds of intellectual concept to sprout from a fresh mind.
Weeds find their way into a mix of ideals when the presence of spirit is in question.
I stand here behind a sheild so strong it has hidden me for years.
So fortified that nothing breaches it; not even my tears.
But yet this sheild is weak by design, due to its fragile nature.
Depression
Have you ever heard of such a thing?
A dark passenger that takes your soul
A marriage without a ring
Anxiety
Have you ever felt such an emotion?
There is something about love that cant be explained
Some love goes so deep in cant be contained
Love is strong it can take a lot of hits
Until the one you love wants to call it quits
Is what you see really true, or just a tease
open your eyes, I'm not going anywhere
as if we don't share the same dream
Love
we open our arms for joy to come
16 years old on the street
Has a baby girl
From being a freak in the sheets
Wasn't unprotected
But, the condom broke
2 weeks later it was positive
So she told her folk
Her mom was disappointed
So you want to know what I’m thinking
As I sit in this corner on a sunny day
But these lips are sealed so why bother
It’s for the protection of you and not me
Nathalie was created by an insecure misplacement.Never expected that she would fall for that arrangement,but the benefits were adjacent to her current location.Unaware that her judgement would soon prove to be mistaken,
Four- The number of walls that enclose me.
One- the ceiling that I hold on my shoulders as I navigate the maze of walls. Each dead end hangs an array of pictures from my life. Telling my story and the story of others.
I write to be heardrather than to be absurd, I'm a poet, I'm not a bird chirping and tweeting constantlyI write to inspire, ignite, imagine all that life can be, you don't know it now...but you'll see.
I cry and cry but
My tears will dry some day
I’ll learn to smile again.
Helped by the one
The one who knows
We’ll learn to smile again.
The fake and forced
Will be easy and real
My Voice will be heard.
Nothing will keep this person inside
Quite anymore
I'm tired of not being heard
Not being heard is like not existing
Tired of being left behind those
I am someone
Since i was kid i never really fit in
A loner, an out cast, always had to sit in
I was different, I had talent
i drew, while they play
I sang while they play
I could never understand what normal ment
I've never once lashed out.
Never once, I have I screamed.
I have cried my eyes out.
But most everything's kept inside me.
I keep every sigle emotion
Every word I've wanted to say
Have you ever felt lime you needed a second chance?
Like your first life you just mest up?
Everybody sees you as your not.
What did I do wrong, it's so hard to tell
You always say nothing, like I'm as clean as a bell
You tell me I'm perfect and my love is so sweet
But you talk to another guy like your being discrete
I fell in love with you so fast
It started to make you think of your past
All the terrible words he said
The things that your ex put in your head
I tried to make you as happy as you could be
I’m broken and bleeding,
I’m scarred and maimed,
I’m terrified,
Yet I carry all the blame,
I don’t have time to get help,
But I always have time to help myself,
I don’t have any friends,
The love will burn, far and bright,
penetrating the darkest night.
Though demons hate, and bark, and bite,
not one can stand righteous, white light.
As a beacon, the sun will stand,
Inside my mind i find myself preparing for act I. Never really knowing that the play has already begun, I have played the fool and have beheaded the Queen. I have been spy and mercenary and revolutionary and everything in between.
My stomach is empty for their rights
I am cleansing my body of political injustices
The system that teaches me is robbing others
I am the voice of those who work under you
This must stop
All I want in this life of sin,
Is me and my boyfriend,
All I want in this world,
Is to be a pretty girl,
All I want from you,
Is those brand new pairs of shoes,
All I want from him,
Every morning I walk along the promenade
only to find hundreds of scorched soldiers scattered across the sidewalk.
For a while I wondered what had caused them to end up this way,
It’s hard to rise again
After life has repeatedly punched you in the gut
Forcing you on your back in the most vulnerable position,
The wind being knocked out of you.
It’s a struggle to want to go on.
I'm ancient as time,
Never backing down,
I will always belong on this hard-Earth ground.
I sway with the wind,
Losing an occasional branch,
For I must be strong,
To outlast this storm.
A big full moon shines bright in the sky
at the crack of dawn, the sun is being shy.
The morning is here, but everyone's asleep
most alarms, minutes away from the awakening beep.
The first one up turns on the light
I am from pony tails and tangled curls,
From detangle spray and broken brushes.
I am from my only home, N. Glendale dr.
Four houses from the dead end.
Life is confusing where it goes and no one knows which way the wind blows… but think if we were all so intelligent as if school was irrelevant just a place where people went for the hell of it… which it is… if you think about all the hours people
The Sun's warmth
Tries to shine through
The harsh, distant clouds
That the world created around it.
WAIT HOLD UP......WAIT
can you hear me now
or were you pretending to know how
or pretending not to hear me
So close, the moment draws near like that awkward shade of blue, the saddest part of life is the sudden urge to stare into the rear v
They say she's a star,
That she'll go far.
But she's stuck in tar,
She's out of luck.
Because time slips away
And rhyme gets in the way
Of reason.
But saying so is treason.
Word came that Bloom Malloy was dead, and how the joy rang out! With one less monster in the world, there too would be less doubt. The ones he sent to early graves would be at peace at last.
My mother makes to much money. Really were bearly getting by. Tuition increased again well how much did it rise. Guess i gotta get a second job. Maybe ill go to school at night. Whats that still not enough. Guess i gotta put in over time.
No matter what I do
What I try to do
It will never be right
It will never be what you want
It never will be good enough
But what about me
I have dreams
Hopes
Passions
Ideas
Air has been getting lighter since I was pushed in,
Feels like forever ago.
Water has been getting murkier the deeper I sink,
Roof hidden from the low.
Roses are redViolets are blueSugar is sweetYou are tooSmiling green eyesHeld thoughts friends couldn't seeLong sleeve shirtsHeld wounds you did not need
Hear us now for we are a generation
Fueled by hope
Fueled by dreams
Fueled by the belief that we are invincible
Although many generations have come to criticize us
For our hope
For our dreams
He told me I would not make it
So I stand at the top.
He told me I did not have what it took.
So I went further.
He told I would drop out,
In my first year,
That I would be like my parents,
Dark sky with a strip of light
Dark night with a patch of light
Seems equivalent to my life at the moment
That little bit of light could be anything
Just depends on the day or week
The light could be dance
I have big dreams and goals for someone as quiet as I am,
No one really believes in me,
But can I really blame them?
I've been an introvert most of my life,
Your love rises in the east and sets in my heart
You and me together, I never want to be apart
My love for you is deeper than the depths of the ocean
And it causes my heart commotion
Cuz my love for you is true
My sight is blurred by tears,
As you storm out of the house,
Slamming the door, making the house tremble with fear
I give you my heart.
To love,
To hold,
To care for.
I trust you will take good care of it.
Please don’t lose it.
Don’t abuse it.
I know you won’t break it.
Whisper with the clouds like only Peter can
Sail with the stars knowing you are more than just a Man
Kiss the moon good morning, lull the sun to bed
We reside in our beginnings we are Free to Never end
Beauty in individuality,
Everyone seems to think with the same brain,
Singularity is a rarity,
Gather us and tie us with the same chain.
People wish to seek social acceptance,
The nostalgia sets in as I attempt to remember a time in my life without music:
A politician would say, “The people and what is right!”
A scientist would say, “The collaboration between all of the organ systems in the body.”
A heart,
Broken by all the lies; all the black thoughts that lie in the mind.
The mind,
That composes images and plays scenarios of unwanted memories.
Memories,
Shoot me up, I'm feeling empty
Give me a shot, a dose of feeling
Thirty pain-givers are all I'm needing
To give rhythm to this pointless beating
She said "Time crawls but we still get older
I speak, no one listens
Watch the water glisten
I am alone in silence.
Begging for help from you
Maybe you should watch, too.
I am alone in silence.
Do you, friend, hear my pleas?
We say goodnight at the end of the day,
When all tasks are through.
Goodnight is the phrase uttered
When we end one thing and start another.
Goodnight is for the end of tedius.
From the beginning to the end, your the women that will be there. I seen my life go into shambles and I seen my world become gold, but your always there. I've seen you struggle, I've seen you cry. I know how much you try.
Freely writing,
No rhyme or real structure.
Just words,
Plain and unadulterated words,
Flowing from the recesses of my mind
Down to the tips of ny fingers.
Plain and unadulterated words
How can I even begin to tell you
How overwhelmed I feel
By the erraticism of my own thoughts,
Which fly past my outstretched hand
In a storm of complacent laughter?
This has brought me
An old wooden box, nothing much,
A rusty key, rough to the touch,
Alone, they are nothing,
Only antiques,
When it comes to sexting in public,there are a few things to know:
What will we see?
When the clock stops ticking
Will birds still sing and live on the tallest trees?
Will life around still move foward?
When the clock stops ticking
"Time is cruel,"
I laid in bed making a map out of you.
I traced you olive vein back to your love as you inhaled.
I drew consolations on your moles and took your curves more slowly as to not wreck like I sometimes do.
During junior year, my struggles were hard but inspiring in a way.My parents were thinking about a divorce, so they maySeparate. I felt responsible and gave myself a negative label.
February 5th 2009…6am
Daddy? Daddy where are you? Dad?!
The house moaned and whimpers echoed throughout the walls.
And when the day comes, it will be lovely
A world so ablaze with light,
Where the flowers are not stepped on
But that is not today, so today we fight.
It is the dark we battle,
I've been staring at the same mirror for too long
Staring at the same mirror analyzing the same flaws
Ripping myself apart, breaking myself daily
I been hating everything, hating this life they gave me
Please do not shoot me, please do not shoot me.I'm begging you; I'm content how Iam.What you're offering is not what I need.If you shoot me, you'll have the upper hand
I write to no direct audience.These words are not racist.These words do not discriminate, or mistreat.
What I've done so far.
I've gone up against the professionals as an ammateur
faced off against crowds of parents and hungry eyes
I can't say that I've never told lies to get through that though
Tick tick tick
Does my mind really tick?
Is it a clock on the wall,
or a watch on my wrist?
What a funny saying,
that minds
Tick
I guess it must be because
our lives are run by time.
Insecure, Sensitive, Bitch, Bipolar. These are all the things you have been called, all the things you have been pushed to believe you are.
But Cierra, I'm here to relay an important message - a bit of clarification.
If I died, i wished i lived,
If i died, i wished you were here,
If i died, i wished i were in peace,
If i died, i wished i had my first kiss,
If i died, i wished i knew,
If i died, i wished i saw the world,
In our primary years of schooling, we learned how to work together,
That sharing is caring and be nice to your neighbor,
Also, just don't eat the sand out of the sandbox.
Our generation is composed of those
who just want to fit in
It's sad when we live among those who think losing
your virginity isn't such a dangerous sin
She waits there waiting for the time she has been waiting for, to be forgotten was not her choice from every point of view she has been with a smile that never disappears.
Broken horizon,
A symphony of steel,
Deep seeded wounds that time can not heal.
Silently still,
A home won't stand free, without foundation or walls
The building would crumble, the pillars would fall
Girl get your head up
Don't settle for second best
Gir why wont you pea up
Youre better than all th rest
Come on girl get up
Straighten up your crown
Princess, never let a man
I need the thousand dollars,
So I can graduate with honors
And become a scholar
To help people fight their monsters
By becoming a doctor
And educating people about health,
A patient heart is well rewarded in time It understands the clock’s tick is a sign Each stroke a step to something so divine There are occasions we don’t fully understand A heart will break so it can learn to mend When life is truly ready, the go
I used to believe once that all humans were strong
That they were all titans that could only fall when pushed to the brink of self mutilation
Others living day by day
Like a book wide open
with no inspiration to guide them
What the hell can i say?
There are no words to express
The wisdom I have gained
It seems i've aced this test
I never wanted to see it
Deteriorated faces that pass all around
Looking past me at what their lifeless black orbs could not find
I never wanted to acknowledge it, to accept it
My heart wants to speak.My eyes want to smile.My mouth remains shutBut there’s a bad feeling in my gut.
They say Life is the Eternal Job
But what is Life’s main action but to Rob
Daily we see homeless people on the streets
struggling and searching for something to eat
How can you just bare to stand
Blank pages, blank people
I am a novel not yet written
Blank beliefs, blank morals
I am hiding out for now
Corrupt faces, corrupt fiends
I avoid them at all costs
Corrupt bodies all around
Time passes
Quickly
the clock ticks
Away
roll the days.
A child is born
Eyes open wide and she take in the world
Days turn to weeks
to months
to years.
Fighting your entire life for those perfect grades.
Joining every club to build your resume.
Always the best manners and the teacher's pet.
Working all that time for minimum wage.
When you trust someone with your heart, you don’t anticipate it to be broken.
When you love someone completely, you don’t think it will end.
But one day, that one betrayal can change everything.
To be heard.
Recognized,
To be admired.
To hear your name on the lips
of strangers and the mouths of scholars
To have youth ponder over your thoughts in tests
I sacrificed my tongue in order to resurrect their silence;
I replenished their lips in order to bring fourth buried words
Experiences tainted into traumas;
The expectations bearing down on me,
People taking such wagers too seriously,
They continue to beat my mind with a stick,
But they don't know what it's like to be Autistic,
I write for you.
The one who is always on my mind,
The one who always seems so close.
I write for you.
My love, my one, my only,
My life, my drive, my soul.
I write for you.
He still leaves goose bumps
On every inch of my skin
Sending shivers down my spine
And shaky sighs barely able to escape my lips
When you meet a boy like this
Intoxicated
With the sound of my name
Escaping your lips,
The letters unfolding themselves
From a curled up slumber
Your mouth forming letters
The way light colored bruises
I didn’t think
That I cared
I didn’t know
That there was a miniscule tidbit of gloom
Hidden in some crevice of my being
Buried beneath heaps of feigned indifference
Forever
For what?
Forever
And that’s when you let out
A breathless sigh
That you’ve been holding in
Since the beginning
Without even realizing
He is a tidal wave
It’s quiet
Dead silence
It’s never this quiet in my house
I don’t like silence
It’s deafening
It makes you sit there on the couch
With the TV turned off
I am not depressed
I can still talk to people
And smile at the beauty in the world
Laugh at funny jokes
Laughter
I will always have laughter
Although there are times
When a girl starts to grow up
Her younger brother suddenly becomes older
And turns into her protector
We followed each other everywhere
And left a trail of bread crumbs in our wake
What does thine universe have in store for me I wonder,whilst sitting on the shore listening to the distant thunder,
I'm trying hard to fulfill my mission
But with all these snakes hissing
And all these people dissing
Trying hard not to listen
When she walks she feels the stares
Wonders the thoughts of others as they glare
Jealous girls
Hormone raging boys
Who all think they know themselves and what this world has to offer..
"What...makes me tick?hmmmm"
"The word. The beat. the sound. the rhythm.
The feel. The drive. The pain. The smile. Specifically your smile
The start. The end. The music in my head.
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.
In today's world,
A woman has to walk with her head held high,
But still constantly checking behind her back,
Because of the constant threat of rape,
Or death.
In today's world,
You tell me I don't listen
Do you not see MY eyes glisten?
I am a sponge- taking in your every word
Every little thing you THINK I haven't heard
Am I supposed to create a composed answer
Were born empty a clean slate
Only to be carved into and filled
With knowledge of the world
Knowledge that holds many things
But what if too much is birthed
What is to for come the overflow?
We all use our mind as a form to escape
from the world around us
from what kids call "the bad thing"
We see things that not ever one catches
and our mind discards it
if it hurts
Strangers are the only ones who make me feel beautiful
Those I have known make me feel improved
What Makes Me Tick
The sound of scratching,
On a chalkboard.
Using a pen and not putting the cap back on;
A bottomless pit;
the black hole we avoid peering too far into
for fear we might fall-
Fall deep into a subconscious
Listen, I'm just trying to get my dreams out. Turn the seeds I planted into a green house. Then let it all blossom and bloom into success right?
Oh my little doggies, I see you all in there.
Barking and whining, hoping someone cares.
Tell me why I can't go to that party I was invited to last night. How come I can't wear my favorite blouse because your son can't keep his hands to himself? I can't go to the party unless I change.
Sometimes we do things
that we don't want to share.
We know that it's wrong,
but we don't really care.
We laugh, we bully,
and we are very mean,
but that doesn't stop us
from thinking we are queen.
If shadows could write diaries,and Mirrors were the pen,Imagine the stories that would flow?
I look to the clouds
For fear of falling to reality
Where dogs’ hearts are broken into pieces
We blame the breeds
But we don’t blame ourselves
For what we’ve done to the dogs
Real smooth, aren't I?
At least that's what my friends say.
I'll attempt my best staying on topic
Dear Teen Vogue,
You know, I’d be a lot prettier if I were 6’2
Because then, the thickness of my thighs would be non-existent
They’d be shapely. Toned. Long. Lean and Stunning
It feels so fake a place unknown,
But a blur in my imagination,
Bang, Bang! She dropped
Down,down,down, plummeting
She's gone dropped dead on the ground.
Have you ever really thought about life?
Have you ever tried to understand the world you live in?
It’s important to break past the tunnel vision and gain new perspectives.
Provoking gives you pleasure
It only infuriates my mind.
Bashing on my purity
Pushing down my fortes
Life is now defined.
Misery chasing me
While my triumphs invite pride.
You catch sight;
The thing that really makes me tick is the continuousclock's hands beating to the rhythm of time, and I just wanna screambecause time is nothing nothing nothing compared to what we've
Flavors of faces too numerous to count,
Jagged-toothed smiles, worn out from laughter and delight,
The desire to create, electrifying little hands,
Eyes that glisten with the imagination of worlds to be discovered,
I’m thinking of a place
God, help me get there
I want to reach it
What does it feel like?
I’m running in a race
This not so morbid cemetery, with its alive colorful flowers placed everywhere, is a beautiful and peaceful place to be. The morning dew brings the smell of freshly cut grass to my nostrils.
We are not invincible,
Bones break
Like glass shatters
We are young
Hearts burst open thousands a day
We are human
Quite the antonym
Of perfection
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women
Do we hate our women?
I think its time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women
Be real to our women
We steal each other's breath as if
it's all we need to live.
Our mouth's so close that when we breath
in we are just sucking air from the other.
A seemingly pointless cycle of C02.
Life excites me.
The birds chirping,
Trees swaying,
The sun on my cheeks,
Or
The idea of something new,
Seeing someone I live to love,
It all makes me jump for joy.
There are a couple of centimeters of skin
that you can pull off of my arms,
where muscles have atrophied
for two years from underuse.
The skin is soft, but when
you pinch it you can feel a
Snap. Snap. Snap.
The woman sitting across from me pops her gum in time with the second-hand on my watch.
Bu-duh. Bu-duh. Bu-duh. Bu-duh.
When you tell me
To "speak my mind,"
Don't assume by the silence gracing your ears
That I have nothing to say.
People always
Jump to conclusions,
Falling into the trap
Lights Within Us
Ashley Shea
A spec afar
Whose luminosity amplifies as darkness approaches
A small light Suspended in the gloom
Much like the hearts within us
An Exit
Ashley Shea
A sign upon a door
Search for your red sign
Take your effortless way out
An escape from your despair
You take the worlds brutal hits
With each wound you quiver
Aliveness is Deadly
Ashley Shea
He drinks to hide the shadow of his dimmed heart
Escaping to the clouds, floating
The alcohol, a manipulator
Tricking his dark soul into beholding false light
Pockets empty now
Head full of wonderful thoughts
Still can't catch a break
Drowning in debt feels right now
It's the American dream
It's amazing to me; the fact that there is so much unexplored, unlearned and unkown is mesmorizing for someone who wants to take in as much as they can before they're gone.
It's not racist if you put one or two minority actors or actresses in a film so that it's seen to be a 'diverse' cast.
Aim to become all that you hope to be, all that you dream to be, all that you will be
What gets you ticking you ask?
What gets me ticking is the breeder
The sounds of her own regrets
The impressions she places down upon me, stained upon my chest
the thing that makes me tick.the things that make me tick are the things that tick me off --like the fact that not everyone feels safe in their own homeand other people don't even have a home.
I surpass the unsurpassed
to conquer the unconquered
and foresee the unforeseen.
I am the voice of those silenced
to change the unreformed
and create peace from turmoil.
I speak the unheard of entity
By the shore, I sit
Each wave its own soundtrack
Allows my troubles to unravel.
Children play left and right
Out the front door
I strode, shoulders back
My grin exposing every tooth
A quick glance to my feet
The light blue sneakers glittering before me
MY curiosity fills me with questions
DAYS go by before I can answer myself
ARE my understandings that limited, or
FILLED with more knowledge than I can use?
WITH my abilities and desire to know,
How can you manage to stay away?
The pain it causes…
I can barely breathe;
Tell me your secrets.
How do you just walk away?
At the end of the night,
When you sleep in an empty bed,
My lips are a vessel for very few thoughts
For many never leave my skull.
They swirl around and drive me mad,
Their very presence takes a toll.
My misery pours out of my eyes, as I drown in my sorrow. With a face of an angel, it hides the pain that lies behind my smile. Hands of my kind soul hide the past from a blade, taken to the soft skin of my youth.
Friends. That is what
They claim to be.
Yet they reek of insincerity.
They look but to not see
A heart laid bare.
It merely receives an unconcerned stare.
They hear but do not listen
she hides her beautiful self,
avoiding the arguing,
avoiding the bottles thrown at the shelf.
attempting the stop her eyes from crying,
but she can't,
Roots grow and grow and grow.
Plunging deep beneath the soil
Despite the above toil
Of birds and bees and human needs
Roots grow and grow and grow.
I grow and grow and grow.
I didn’t say I love you
I said pass me the potatoes
I said I have to work late tonight
What I meant was I miss being alone with you
I didn’t say fuck you, go to hell
I said I’m on the toilet
Rest teabags asleep on my sleepless eyes
And dream of the fragments within my mind
Fill the empty void inside
All I wanna do is play,
But I'm watching the days pass away,
And although you don't give me toys to chew,
Master I will always love you,
You walk in the door and I'm happy,
Today's society is all about looks
But does't the inside matter? Just like a book?
People say they don't care
Yet they constantly complain about trivial matters such as hair
“March on,”
He says.
My frail bones sag beneath the load;
Too many burdens hang on these tired shoulders,
Too many regrets of grand proportion.
Darkness falls
And with it comes the shrills of mothers,
I'm tired. Stressed. Overwhelmed.
The future is banging on my door,
and I'm scared because I don't even know what it looks like.
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tock
Tock
Tick
Tock Tick
Time envelops a room
Swallows it whole
Each passing second accompanied by a strum of hopelessness
A crack in the blinds
Lights aglow
Electricity. Neurons. Synapses. They control what I think, do, see. Or so I hear in Class.
Thoughts. Movements. Habits. Trivialized to simple, subconscious connections.
*Tunas = spanish word for prickly pears
Standing in line to eat the tunas
was always like waiting for a roller coaster ride.
There’d always be 5 or 6 of us cousins,
I realized
this is getting redundant
I realized it
never trully accepted it
hated that what i am doing
is repetitive
tedious
I hate being one to complain
feeling alone
Driving is something we all enjoy at first but after time it becomes a drag.
For me drivig can stil be fun, just don't be that back seet driver.
I know where i'm going,
Don't tell me where to turn,
“Good night,” they say to one another;
Two love birds postpone a return
To which the dark takes to cover,
waking up leaves a bitersweet taste
sleep is serene, its an escape
for when you awake
you're looking in the face of reality,
a reality where it seems
the bad outweighs the good
As a child,
I couldn't wait to grow up.
I wanted to go to high school,
Just like my big brother.
I wanted to go to dances and play sports.
I always enjoyed my brothers books,
I loved to learn.
Do you feel good
As their voices scream inside
Unable to be heard
By us on the outside
Do you feel good
Dumping chemicals into their eyes
As they twist, and turn in pain
I come from two people that I don’t resemble
A man who’s optimistic in every way and
A woman who worries every second about my well-being
As a high school student, I tight-roped between per-pressure and a need for perfection.
Only to fall into, what feels like, a never ending rabbit hole of anxiety.
She was just seven years old.
The story of her life had never been told.
She had plans and dreams.
She was more than she seemed
And her tears did stream
As she silently screamed
When someone says thank you
That look of relief,
These are the things that I think are neat.
The twelve hour nights
The patients that fight,
These are the things that make me sigh.
Darkness, shattered by a spectacular fireworks show. Dormancy, followed by the sparks of the most intricate electrical circuit. The signals of eighty billion neurons travel on a journey to bring life.
What is 'here'?
The word I mean
Here
There?
'Here' -What does it mean?
Is it the physical manifestation of self?
Is it the moment in time that all of our cells agree to be contained in space?
Thank I for being there
For being the only one who never forged care
Thank I for the love
And in the times when me would not,
Thank I for the shove
Thank I for all I’ve thought
You want me to get up on stage
You want me to make a fool of myself
Well why not any fool can speak utter nonsense
I do not want a millionaire dollar contract
That is just another whip you can use
Life is chess, not checkers
One move ahead to most that’s fine
Think three to five steps ahead
It should be done
You always just assumed that things were red and blue. The wonderful evil and the awful truth. No in-between was necessary to you.
Mother's Day should be celebrated with those who are truly mothers.
A mother who stayed awake with her crying child every night he couldn't sleep.
My mind is where the universe dwells,
The stars, the nebula, the galaxy inhabit my brain cells.
The same energy that occupies everything, everyone, everywhere around my being,
Struggle to get by-- Everyone knows the pain Teachers load on the work-- Gotta stay up late Go to school the next day-- Big test, oh joy I try my best but all I manage is to stay awake Everyone excpets the best-- Everyone wants perfect
It screamed.
It screamed in such agony.
Waiting for someone to hear it.
...
Why was no one answering its chilling call?
Sitting and breathing was all she every did in class.
Eating and sleeping was all she did at home.
She had no friends nor siblings to talk to or share her deepest dreams.
During that night.
All the souls went to sleep,
All except her.
She heard the horrifying sounds the sky made, and the noise the trees were making.
When I was little,
I did not know what would become of me,
For I knew nothing but what was around me,
As I gradually got older,
I came to realize what my expectations were,
I see the world as it is,
rotating around and around.
A car zooms by,
startling the birds on the side of the street,
a perfect picture of two worlds,
An instinct
fast, slow, old, new
A friend
vivid, pieced, blurred, complete
A stranger
the id, the ego, the superego
A fire with no oxygen and at times someone opens the door, and there's backdraft
My head is spinning round and round.
I feel dizzy, but can't sit down.
My heart feels like it's going to bust.
I grab my chest in hopes of calming it.
My grades are slipping.
My heart is torn in two.
I must be aberrant
i see you and you and you
humans
and viscerally I love you
down deep without knowing you
automatically from instinct
from the earliest racial Memory
In college people get drunk off cheap beer
Partying the night life away without a fear
Being smacked down
Before being allowed to get back up again
Taught me something very valuable about love:
it isn’t always a cliché
We live in a world where society rules most of us
We create groups to isolate our selfs from larger crowds
We figure that if we stay away from the people who try and change us then we cant be changed
"Just go to bed.
Don't say a word, don't look in the mirror,
just go to bed."
You'd be amazed how much less I'd regret
If only I ever listened.
Mama said to eat a bite,
keep quiet,
You’d never know the mess she made; she always locked the door behind her
The cold made her ever more careful, she could never be too sure
What she did in the dark she kept to herself, she wanted to fool them all
My bones ached from the way you said my name.
But this silence is violent now as I hear the walls creek.
I can feel you radiating life into me.
The warmth that your skin brought still fresh on my cheek.
Roses are red
Voilets are blue
Let me tell you how
This is a special time for me and you
Not because of the gifts
Or the money you spend
But because of where our relationship is going
One drop, two drop, three drop, four;
His head in his hands, his tears fall to the floor.
Every name thown at him, every prank and every beating;
Leaves his body bruised and his heart bleeding.
Sincerely Fearing The Tyranny
Of Evil Men
I Hide in the Valley of Darkness
Becoming Selfish
A smile naturally pierced,
It fills my face with boiling blood
This one speaks with deceit
Devil's advocate, Devil's lust
His eyes possess my conscience,
They speak not so in tongues
A blank stare into that reflective deception
Where all you can see is cracks and faded lines
Where nothing but flaws show
Where nothing but hatred is being presented and thought into that reflective deception.
Locked in a cage, never know when I'll be freetrapped in a life full of cruelty
My baby was torn from me, right out of my gripHow could I ever have let him slip?
Slam, Whizz!
Society- fast and explosive.
Flow, twist;
Be one with the emotion,
Let it go,
No sense in all the holding;
As we get a better grasp of what we're molding . . .
Music:
Emotional revelation.
Movement.
Profound poetry dancing, floating, struggling atop waves of sound or,
Wordless sound with colors of its own.
Moving me to feel
Debt piling, buy a car, join the academy
Be identical to everyone else
Fit in with society's requirements
Or
Find your path, make your dream
Do what makes you happy
Discover you
My mind has been lifted; my time has been lifted,
Not knowing what, cuz the feels been shifted.
The time is now, the time has come,
When beginnings end, when the end comes.
The fighting starts, we argue now,
I'm sitting watching the ceiling fan spin,
You said you'd be here...when?
Please let this be real,
Please don't lie!
I've sat here for an hour now,
I'm slowly beginning to cry!
Words
Floating everywere
Words
What do they mean?
Forming sentences, thoughts, ideas
But what do they mean?
Is it my happiness?
My joy?
I write and write and form words
I often wondered why some fathers never taught their sons how to be men
Why they never taught them to walk with their heads held high enough to see the beauty in a women’s face
In the morning I awake,
a machine.
The first stimuli of the day
flow into my head
Like light into a dark, void chamber.
The world should be a beautiful place
The world should be living in peace
But it is not.
Not at the government's understanding but society.
Citizens of America has children
Can other countries not ?
You can call me quiet,
but inside you don't really know.
All the thoughts are swarming,
they are out of my control.
You have done your best to bring me down,
but look where I am standing now.
Look at me.
I'm standing here...waiting. I've been standing here.For a while now actually.
Oh now you noticed me. Stop it!
Stop looking at me!
Have you ever seen that one individual approach your direction?
The one that has you double checking your charisma, physique,complexion
Did you ever wonder what that individual was thinking?
Are you out thier god because i need to know So i can stop feeling so aloneIm drowning in my tears i cry up to my kneesIf your out there god send help pleaseYou tantlize me by not answering when i call
My heart longs for something more than this.
More than a mother, a father, a sibling,
A friend, a lover, a companion.
I want Relationship.
Not fleeting, temporary, one sided relations,
But eternal relation.
The river flows on and on
Some things are left on the banks
Some things float downstream
We carry on in our boat
Some say the river is endless
That whatever goes in it
Eventually comes ashore
Wounded hearts and college textbooks. See, these are the extremities of your late teens and early twenties. I say I can relate when in all actuality…I can. Life gave me a broken heart along with college loans.
Rapidly decreasing stitches when the directions call for them
two stitches gone at each edge
every other row
14 times
In 28 rows, 28 stitches will disappear
this math becomes the waist shaping of a sweater,
A freshman in high schoolI was overcomeBy the lack of ambitionI had becomeStaring at the list of lettersWishing that I had done betterStrange emotions came over meLooking at the letter D
There is a girl,
One without a sword.
WIth broken dreams right beneath her toes.
Everyday she fights the urge to cry.
Some people may ask why?
For she simply manages to pass by day after day living.
I saw that man on the side of the streetBegging for money for food to eatCause his last meal was two days agoAnd he's dying of starvation but you just say "So?"Desensitized to the pain of these people
Oh weary traveler on this moonlight night
Are you lost or do you see the way forward
In this pitch black night on this treeless road
Do you journey to sing a story into life?
Words
Said, spoken, thought.
Defined as the ones that define.
Words.
Being that of
Saying, thinking, giving, exchanging, understanding.
Demonstrated through
Whisper the Words that come from you Heart
For they are Sacred and should be Kept Away
Away from those who break the heart of the Wounded and Weak
Once more I plea to you to keep away those words of Love
Take me to a place where I can be alone
Alone in peace and serenity;
Away from hurt,
Away from pain,
Away from ignorance and bigotry.
What makes me tick?
The things that tick me off.
The loose hair that’s tickling the back of my arm
The last bit of toothpaste that won’t come out of the tube
“If only I could have water.”
Thin sheets pulled over her eyes --
Raging sunlight burning their soft membranes.
No more tears to wash her face.
She tried moving her hand, futile.
Like the beach, emotions wash over meWhen I think of the erosion that wastes me.Like how you cross my mindThe water washes over me again and againI think of the what "ifs" and I can't bear the water anymore
This hard journey has just begun
Just when I thought it was over and I had won
There are no more drugs to do
No more bad choices to make
Yet my hands still tremble, quiver, and shake
I want to scream for the world.
I want to scream for a country
whose voice has been diluted
and whose people have been illusioned.
I want to puke out
the lies that have been
instilled
in me
As strong as breathit breathes life into me.Each Syllable makesmy mind tick and heart sing.Eyes glisten with its melodicmajestic grace as hearts swoon by its calling,
Fallen like little soldiers marching to certain death.
Feels like an angels kiss on your last breath.
Look at her in the night such beauty. Such pain.
She lets her true colors show when no one can see
The nose, the eyes, the mouth, the hair,
Things I've seen before but in different ways.
Somethings quite off,
Yes, somethings not right.
Her feet walk on hell,
It might look simple.
It may not make sense.
It might look look squishy.
Guess that's why they call it your brain.
Underneath the hood is where the good stuff is.
If you look at me
I'm not much to see
I seem so ordinary
But if you look closer you just might see
IT'S NOT 6:20, I THOUGHT YESTERDAY WAS
The Last Day
Guess I was wrong
Eat, brush, clothes, what was the order again?
Music: it's something that cannot be explained.
Something to decrease the strife and end all the pain.
It speaks to peole, like words can never do.
It even brings strangers together: like me and you.
With the lack of male leadership and representation that we as African-Americans are perpetually inflicted with, leaving ALL the res
It gets a little old
when you constantly get told
every single thing
the world thinks you've done "wrong".
How every single day
it finds some funny way
to throw you off your game
Once I step inside those lines,
my mind is completely set free.
A place where nothing else matters,
just the batter, the ball, and me.
I look in to get the sign,
I'm focused on the glove.
When you least expect it
I’ll be right there
Lurking in your mind
Standing as a reminder
I’ll never let you forget
What you have done to me
All of the tears I cried
I don't know what to do in this place
Losing to success like its a case
my hopes and dreams shattered in an instance
I've came so far yet it seems like no distance
i pushed myself only to fall harder
"Mother, why won't you believe me?
I've told you no lies today.
Mother, why won't you see
I'm trying to make my own way?"
"Child, you ask to be free
Yet you've always told nothing but lies.
We are all but ordinary
But from within we share a common vision
One where we will not be the roots of ridicule
Where we will be accepted
People with their bright lights these days
When it comes to the true meaning of life, people of normality become completely baffled.
Not many people ever get to see
The things that make me smile
The secret side of me
Field of Vision
Education rules my mind.
Images of words and numbers congregate
in a myriad of thoughts and processes, weaving
together a interconnected tapestry of hope, success
For a girl who has so much to say
the words just won't come out.
Somedays I want to laugh and play
and others I want to shout.
I wish my touch could convey
Watching in the distance,
How our lives used to be.
Watching in the distance,
A distant memory
Of what used to be.
We were so happy,
The envy of every couple.
We were so happy,
Re: Re: Kinder
A child said What is kindness? cradling a small cat in a box1;
How can I answer the child when the perspectives are endless?
It could be the laughter
Re: Re: Kinder
A child said What is kindness? cradling a small cat in a box1;
How can I answer the child when the perspectives are endless?
It could be the laughter
Living in a culture that’s all make believe
One big lie and contradiction to be free
Really everyone’s trying to stick a square peg into a round hole
Glamorizing girls sticking fingers down their throats
I am but a young soul
born into the darkest place on earth
i am but a young soul
so fragile that everything that touches me hurts
22 days left
Will I make it or will I fall deep down into the ocean with the rest who decided to not even try.. time is running
Where to look, how to breathe, where to stand? Who knows but I have faith.
We all have a beast inside
One that claws and howls to be set free
It's a game of Jekyll and Hyde
"Set me loose on a killing spree"
It gets stronger when I get mad
When its loose, its hard to reel back in
Their words cut deep
Their stares burn
She walks the halls
All the hushed whispers
Float to her ears
She never fit in
She never will
Her long sleeves
Hide all the scars
This place seems all to familiar…
The same old TRAP…I just need a second
CAN I GET A SECOND!? Lord please
The clock has stopped, and I think…
Walking around the halls of high school
You see many people
They are all dressed nice and look great
But you notice something
Some of the girls have shorts on that are way too short
She whispered so softly,"Your future is so bright,"My heart sank deep, but remained feeling light.I look her dead in the eyes and say"bright and light are the darkest things in my sight
You're a distinctive memory
fading
faster now
and this is me
crying
out, willing to surrender if you'd just hold me
once again.
I walked away frustrated, but with my heart on my
You compare me to my friends
So which one should I be like?
You want me to be her,
The one whose not a virgin and had an abortion?
When you leave them dirty, where is your compassion?
When you yell and scream, where is your respect?
When you get physical, where are your morals?
The elderly need your help, not your abuse.
Tonight, I have thought more about the future than I would have liked too.. What am I to do?
I first was taught what love was
The Stting of the moon
Theloss f language
continualy haunted by the world
I have no doubt
To fall at my feet.
A memory
that wil be boud together
I make sure I look over my shoulder...
Because someone else might act upon their thoughts
It seems that every though is a terrorist plot
I constantly imagine killing people I see
Hypocrisy-
Because just saying you're open-minded doesn't mean you have an open mind;
It means you can use your words.
And being open-minded can be easy;
My life has always been quided by my mother
With loving hands she directed me to saftey
In silent treachery, sweet madness has formed
Coiled rings attach in collision
Chemistry blasting against the midnight sky
Distance brings perfect polarity
Lightning it must be for what the eyes cannot see
This is my brain on drugs.
I'm a lonely man apart from my animals:
Insects
So first it's my brain on bugs.
I loved them even when there existed arthropods longer than I was tall.
The waters a stagnant mud
A soup of primeval beings--I am engulfed in them
They swivel past my body, they curve around my limbs, soul searching for the entrance
don't blame this on me
your depression
your inability to stop yourself from falling in love with every girl who talks to you
your continual pessimism
Swords and Soldiers
Magic and Mages
Great Drakes of the Skies
Heroes made famous through the Ages
My world was born many years ago
When it had been ten years when I was born
Air whooshes from my lungs as thoughts go rumbling through my mind and I
find that I can't catch
my
breath
in this place. White lights sting plain walls and leave my head aching,
my limbs shaking,
Pallets of information. Stacks of senses. Brimming full of opportunities and experiences.
Axons wrapped up in plastic. Dendrites boxed with foam. Distributed through our live.
My head was clear when I was young
But then I grew and there went all the fun
I try every day to keep going strong
Even when the dark days are long
Mixed emotions about many things
It’s all in the stars;
I can tell you that right now
Whether it’s late at night
In your old Chevy with the top pulled down
Or those moments when you’re closest to God
My skin is whiter than the snow that kisses the peaks of the mountains
My roots are more knarled than the roots of an aged willow
My hair, my eyes, my mouth
None of them are ordinary.
"I'm not racist but…"
"I'm not homophobic but…"
"I'm not sexist but…"
The truth is, you are,
And saying that you're not
Won’t help stop the war.
You’re not the one stopped
Expectations to fill
The desire for peace
A need for motivation
To keep me from this depression
The roads were grey back then
Cracked- where the tar filled in
And we used to play little games
Of “don’t touch the lava”
Because the asphalt
Burned our feet
And the sun
Melted the tar.
Walking down the street they hold hands
People look and stare taking second glances
Saying that shit should be band
But why,
If you’re allowed to drink on Sunday
And smoke your lungs away
What exactly have I come across?
Never knew the simple life I led could cause complex loss.
Stuck inside the frame, knowing all I see is rain,
If I keep my eyes to God then maybe life will make a change.
It's so hard to stay in reality
When the mind is a better place to be.
Why suffer in the world of practical
When you possess a world that's magical?
You are a perfect being over Here
What did he say? They ask.
A question I always get asked when he proudly speaks of his toys
Transformers, power rangers, animated movies
He can’t stop himself.
Is he paying attention? They ask.
You say you want
Some insight
Just a little peek inside
But be careful
What you wish for
There's a reason
That I hide
My emotions are
Ever flowing
There's no controlling
Life knocks you down
you better take the hit champ
because regardless of the circumstance
you've only got one chance
The red ruffle of your nose
is too sad
to watch when you cry
When you smile
the chalky pieces of your teeth
seem to disintegrate
Holding your hand
when we walk together
I can feel
You needed a second chance
I handed it over
You needed a place to stay
I offered you shelter
You needed to cry
In a world of constant transformation
Experiencing endless stagnation,
One may lose the motivation
To continue on their path with proper determination.
With a desire to absorb extensive knowledge,
I look over my shoulder, a double-take, twice.
Oh, and life had once been so nice!
I ask Heaven my questions, I plea and I beg.
My unsatiable ego has been knocked down a peg.
The Wheel of time forever turns
Like the battle between good and evil forever burns
The light may guide and bless you
While the dark ones try to possess you
Today’s life will be lived again my friend
I'm on an adventure
Into my mind
Where I will find the treasure
But first I must find
The map, my inspiration
Perhaps I could look to my friends
For they are what brings me elation
Formed by the potter of GOD
And made by a rib
Started out a seed then bloomed into beauty
Has the ability to push out a 9 month blessing
And has the proclivity to nurture it
Eyeslashes of love
A place called collegeIs a place to acquire knowledgeA place to goAnd a place to showWho you really are,
The girls that think their cool because they make boys drool
Getting pregnant at 15 and not caring about anything
1,2,3 pregnant belly's I see
You haven't even began your life so you do what's on TV
My thoughts are a blaze in the dark,
Fueled with sights and sound.
They swirl within, thundering, creating, converging.
From my mouth and hands spring,
Ideas, forged from fire in the dark,
Going, going, going, gone
Forever stuck between right and wrong
There are no rules, when it is up to you
When thinking of yourself is what to do
The earth, the world, I don’t consider It ours
this the generation of knowledge and I have fears that it will cease to be
Tick, tick, tick, tick.
Foot taps; heartbeats sync
My back hurts and my blisters sting.
I glide across the field; not a step but a march.
In line with my family.
People struggling, knees buckling
Faces cast down all around
News blipping, Hope slipping
Knock knock, failure’s at the door
One breath away, one day, one choice
That’s all it takes to make it all naught
A good book is likr a trap!
It keeps you in its grasp,
Forcing you to finish;
Leaving you wanting more.
Its word, as sharp as a hook!
Pulling you deeper,
Immersing you in its story.
Nobody is who they say, but everyone says who they are
And to find someone who is real is a tad beyond bizarre.
What irks me about this whole conclusion
I have a buck or two,
Not to spare.
My parents work,
but I can't reply on their jobs.
I can't rely on them to pay my debt.
I didn't grow up in old money,
Nor will I have new money.
Sticks and stones
If only they were just sticks and stones
That, she could handle
But this - the abuse
Her hands so fragile, skin and bone with nothing in between.
His face burnt from the rays beamin down on his brow every morn' .
His beard long and over grown.
Her cheeks sunken and shallow.
Reality is individualistic.
Whatever we see, we believe.
Whatever we believe becomes our reality.
It's not very often that we break.
We don't always yell,
or speak our minds.
We are taught to breathe in.
Let our problems rest,
settle in our lungs.
But enough is enough.
What makes my mind tick?
Who knows.
Some wacky combination of
my parents x's and y's or o's or who knows.
Perhaps there's a clock inside my mind
whose arms spin round and round keeping the wheels spinning.
Middle class, two parents, average grades, no life changing experiences.
How do i become successful in a community where grades, family, ethnicity and money matter most? They've taught us to be different, but different how?
Have you ever let your mind run?
Not shape its course nor acknowledge your own thoughts
Almost as if your mind was breathing
Not air but ideas of the impossible, words that can't be defined but hold every meaning
My life consist of untold stories,
But this one story is sad, not to egregious, but makes me mad.
This story stuck with me to create my past.
Should I go along or start a new path?
Cancer took my friend
cancer took my homie
cancer took Gods Child
football fanatic
marquis could be so sarcastic
base god lover
football Panther
Number 4
will always live on
Discrimination we all live inblacks or whitegay or straightwhy do we discriminate ?love each other but judge on their behalfi dont understand
No perfect time for change
Different stages throughout the day
They will think it's strange
They don't care what you say
Your life
Your body
Your start
You heart
I want to be a famous singer
I want to a successful actress
Writing all my thoughts on paper as I lay on my mattress
Being a star is my dream job
Whether I'm a TV host or a heartthrob
I am sitting outside as the day goes by,
I look up and see a bird in the sky!
She’s flying and singing and chirping along,
I am from love, life, and happiness.
I am from running towards the sun in summer, and drinking hot chocolate in the winter.
I am from friends that used to be just neighbors.
I am from the Catholic family.
Hope is the blood that routes my veins, provoking my passion and vitality during my youth.
As night falls,
A fire shines across the fields
Sown with tears and watered
By blood.
What's the price of a mile?
Crush the foul disease, echoes
The public's call
But who is the voice?
It appreciates simplicity,
and yet it values creativity.
Thoughts never stop just like electricity.
Even when things get tough,
and life seems rough
The rain never stops
the brain.
One thing that makes me tick
Is the way people pick
Who they think is cool enough, smart enough, or who is fit
I am sick of hearing the mockery
Against everyone's poverty
Emotionally, physically, mentally
A mind is a beautiful thing to waste.
Deep in my mind,
behind the darkness that floats behind my eyelids
There is a yearning for learning.
Corny way to put it? Absolutely
But, it's the best I've got.
They look at me like I'm different, But the truth is, I am. I'm different in the way that I don't like boys the way most girls my age do. I hate boys. I like girls. I'm different,
What makes me tick?
I'll tell you quick
opening new pages
sharpening my mind
sit up in my desk of knowledge and time
my homework is to enrich myself
be it mind or body-
the goal is health.
It all started innocently, my dad was just drinking one or two beers, but those beers turned to ten or twenty.
Lower your voice please
I can hear you fine
what you said
is ringing in my mind.
There's no need to yell
accusing me is wrong
I didn't do anything
and I'm not that strong.
Do you feel your heart beating?
Listen, hear the song:
It beats, again and again
Like a drum inside you
So loud but yet silent, beating for strength itself.
Just the pound within your chest.
Sometimes I wonder why
Why we have to try
Try not to let the world bring us down
Even when our dreams come crashing to the ground
Let me cry a little while
I’m tired of wearing this fake smile
I feel my thoughts are vast and free
Floating as in space
They’re lovely, gorgeous as can be
Mind’s eye sees naught but grace
But when I speak, try to announce
All that I think inside
Star Spangled
(Version 3/Draft 1)
We are in your star spangled eyes,
A part of the scars,
When the world finds peace, the world will stop
As far as hiearchy goes there will be nothing at the top
Level playing ground with nothing obstructing the goal
We will actually find time to stop and let the ball role
How do you think it feels to be Mexican?
Does its matter where your orgins been?
Everyday you're called a beaner,
Cause their self-esteem wants to be meaner.
When you think I jumped the border,
In my junior year of high school,
I took some wacky classes.
They were Forensics I and II
And I always wore my glasses.
The teacher then inspired me
To be all I can be.
the cat's ashestucked in his frozen elbowpink tin with painted flowersthe white cat now greythe golden sand dollarthree doves waiting inside
I gave my love to a world that never gave it back to me
It's crelties are unmeasured
As Boundless as the sea
School seems such a throughtful time,
When we're expected to be the best, learn the fastest.
Sure, sometimes the arts are taught, we learn what it is to rhyme,
What is human existence?
Is it to pronounce our unfathomable desires in a rush of uncertainty?
Is it to comply with mainstream understandings and the sickening wave of honest lies?
I'm 18. I'm legally responsible for myself and my life.
But I can't be trusted to go to the bathroom because I'm still in high school.
I'm stuck in a place where I am expected to act like an adult,
People on my left
And people on my right
Yet none of them see each other
They can't even tell if it's light or night
They're thinking about their hair
They're thinking about their clothes
Rushing, always rushing,
Really no time to look back for what you wish was coming.
Movement, perpetual movement,
Making steps towards the revolution.
"You're so strong," they always said,
What's real is not what's in your head
What's real is not what's in that thing
It's about what is in your heart
Feeling that ache for that one guy or girl
Feeling that love for that favorite toy
I associate two with eight.
Maybe
Because two fours make up one eight
And one
Four can be made up of two two’s.
They know your hair color and they know your height
They know you don't like fish and that you won't eat squid
They see you read a romantic novel and that it made you smile
Perfection
Magazines, Billboards, Posters,
Show us perfection never seized
How can we live up to society’s orders?
I know a job,
Not for a snob,
That requires caring
And sharing
Your time and love,
And overall a type of
Understanding,
Which can be very demanding.
Helping the weak
Can't you see the darkness surrounds me,
Can't you see it moving in.
All the things you couldn't tell me,
all the things I should have said.
Times are changing,
lives are fading.
I am leaving,
All I need is a moment. Better yet, all I have is a moment.
This One Job may change my life!
For me, it's a matter of life or death.
And Right now I'm dying inside but this moment is all I have left.
Shes dying from lack there of a better term
for the love but only finding lust or giving
more than she recieves
-shes dying
of the ungiving emotional
disattatchment from a mother the
Demanding money doesn't help
it just makes the people yelp.
The world needs a punishment that's new
something more powerful to me and you.
Wreckless driving is a serious matter
We all want that one job.
That is easy, stress free, but most of all makes us wealthy.
We all want that one job,
That keeps us out of debt, we could spend whatever amount of money and still have some left.
My mind is beautiful.
It is something that is mine.
While everyone has one
Some people decide not to use it.
My mind is powerful
Its a tool
I use it to solve problems.
Its a weapon
The one thing that really makes me tick,
is how parents like to abuse their kids.
What is it that makes a parent click,
to lay hand and bruise those eyelids.
To punch, slap, kick or even yell,
I wonder what you think when you’re out there smoking your cigarette.
I wonder what you would think if you knew I hold your baby while she cries.
I wonder what you think when you’re out there smoking your cigarette.
What do you call one who has lost themselves?
No longer themselves, lost behind the mask
They place upon themselves to make it through society.
What becomes of their reality?
As i wake broke with a dream
Wishing i can re-live the moments i need
Only way to clear my mind school and my team
Basketball number 3 lost my little cousin lee
A beautiful soul like you deserves every dream to come true,
I know we'll make it, me and you.
You have to be here to watch things change, to watch your deamons fade away.
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?
The wind behind me pushingThe wind in front of me a wallI run, I dribble, I kick the ballThe wind carries the ball into the netThe wall of defenders, I cannot see
"What makes you tick?"
The question you are asking
Is a question I am unable to answer.
What makes me tick?
I have not yet discovered.
Babylon
Yesterday I quickly carried inflated hope over average tires on a shifting freeway
Past dented orange cone sentinels and sagging houses.
I watch you walk through the door
coming to me.
You say that you love me
but I know they're just words.
Say it like you mean it
or don't say it at all.
I watch you sit down
Speaking one's mind can be compared to the wind blowing away.
If we spoke our minds, we would be judged anyway.
Everyone can feel it but do they understand?
Time with you is incredible
unforgettable
unbelievable
Nights are never-ending
Days never exist
Connections come and go like the money we gamble
Your touch is intriguing
Does the world care if it’s light or dark when the rain falls?
Does the world care if it’s light or dark when the grounds quake?
Does the world care if it’s light or dark when the plants die?
No.
Long Way
Written By: Greg Austin Jr.
Inspired By: We Live As Kings – Long Way Down
I wonder, how it feels?
Helpless, alone,
forced into solitary.
Confined
from the best of humanity.
Fists, words
flying, cutting, bruising
my flesh, my mind,
disfiguring my view
of my own reflection.
What do you see when you look upon the withering flower?
Does it talk?
If it did, would you listen?
Its petals tell a story--
A not so distant past obscured by frondescence.
The directions are infinite:
A compass without bounds.
My mind speaks to me
Telling me to follow logic
To follow the set conventions
For straying is sure death.
Yet my heart sings
Lost. Broken. Alone.
No where to go. No where to hide.
Exposed. Broken. Out in the open.
Is it worth it? Can I get past this pride?
You break me. You rearrange me. You carry me and change me.
Anger-a fickle emotion, really
Effective and quite powerful when used correctly.
The line around you.Cloud of sunshine,buzzing bush. Brighter it grows as you glow and become whole.It's you! It's you! Don't you dare tell me truths,or lies, or goodbye,just don't SPEAK.
Somewhere in the big ''A''
A double "A", African "A" wearing his braids with his Jordans unlaced
I am a soldier
standing my ground in the tear soaked mud
the front lines are my home
a battleground borne of water and blood
my weapons are not bullets and guns
Hand in hand for so long, the touch of their presence almost numb.
The warmth channelled through their fingertips and palms calms the thoughts of done.
Done trying so hard to hold them there.
Maybe we are bent
But maybe we are broken
From the dramatic event
All hell is unspoken
Maybe we can break loose
Tide rolls in you're sinking in
These words you say you're not swimming in
You're breathing out, you're breathing in, today
All these words are complicated
You're saying goodbye before your hated
To know myself,
and grow and give,
to live the life,
that's mine to live.
To speak the truth,
and seize the day
and be sure to let others
have their say.
As the days go by, as minutes of my life past my responses to what seems like a beautiful thing is lifeless.
skin rises in hills and valleys sweeping plains of cells, particles, atoms
our dust speck floating, frolicking through the empty void
and our skin is ALIVE
Knowledge is power as you sit in college for hours,The professors? They can be sweet or sour,It doesn't matter, they teach without seperation,They are just as driven as us to gain an education,
I've been thinking a lot about
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- A forbiddn word in my home.-
The broken, mess it creates.
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In my head going ons are plenty
In my head thoughts run free
But the freedom ends when I open my mouth
The fear of judgment, the fear of hurt
The fear of laughter directed at me
I cry inside
The solo went good
i did as I should
i scored a 27
superoir
the ensemble did great
please don't hate
he was happy an couldn't stop smiling
we got 22
superoir
Why do people try to fix the problem
without even knowing what's wrong?
Why are we so hung up on progress
that we can't accept that right now we're wrong.
We want to get better, we do, I swear
Dreamers move their feet to their own beat
But society discourages dreamers to dream
Singers to sing
Beautiful minds to do what they love
It is as plain to see as the sky above
If only I can.
If only I will.
Take their stresses away and make the pain still.
Make their worries disappear for darkness kills
My heart aches for their tears and their growing white hairs.
Thoughts always get jumbled up in the head.
Some big or small, some filled with dread.
They make us impulsive whether the result is good or bad.
They make us regret decisions we've made, or miss the things we had.
EXOTIC and a space cadet. Can the mind control the way you act? Are your actions simply reactions controlled by reflexes developed in your mind? Regardless of the answers I am in control of my own destiny, right?
The more important things...
The Future. With a capital F because it's something important to me.
A job. Because I need to be able to provide for my future family.
To the ones who laughed,
to the ones who mocked,
to the ones who tore at the seams of my dreams -
I pity you.
To those who cut me down, bit by bit -
I pity you.
Looking from bleeding feet
Up to where I used to think
Heaven Rested
I saw birds I once knew to be
Angels getting shot out of the sky.
The Blue Jay who told me everything will be okay
It’s been a long day, and I need to relax.
My head is pounding, and all I want to do is scream.
I’m too stressed out, and let’s face the facts,
I just need to move, to dance, to let off some steam.
These last years have been difficult to stomach
Dozens of my brothers and sisters gunned down because of ignorance
All I can do is watch and pray that it stops
Only to realize that this cycle can never be broken
Was that stupid?
Was that bitchy?
Am I crazy?
Should I have not said that?
I wonder who’s still thinking about it.
I am.
I don’t think I should’ve said that.
That was kind of rude.
The brave youth of the world,
their courage is looked down upon.
Are we not supposed to have a voice?
"They're young" they say.
"They're ignorant."
"They're fools at the least."
Come and Gone Written By: Faith Rushing
Oh, these ideas
That come and go
I need to keep up
or my brain might let them go!
What happens when there is nothing left but darkness?
What happens when your home is the only light you know?
What happens when the doors are locked?
Do you sit waiting in the dark,
In the wild, animals look after their own to survive.
In society, we animals look after ourselves to thrive.
Snatching what is put before us.
Gluttonous, prideful creatures are we.
I think in words and I think in colors;In movements, and motions, and revolutions.I think in action-- not a moment before or after-- but in the moment and in the crash.
Who I was and who I am, have yet to meet who I will be.
Don't force your books, don't force your ways,
I will find myself, just not today.
My youth is gone, can't have it back,
You took it when you said "grow up".
School can make you frustrated
I should know
It is hard to even concentrate
because people can’t respect others
who are actually working
If life was only simple,
and i never got a pimple.
I would open my own crossfit gym,
and allow the world to to help him,
be fitter the ever
ad never say never.
I am not a number
I am more.
I am a rhythm
A clock
Circadian
A heart beat
The music inside me
I am a rhythm.
I am not a score
I am more.
The thing that makes me breath,
The thing that means the most to me,
Is family.
I trust them for everything,
With no doubt, I believe,
My family means everything to me.
They make me laugh,
You are my best friend.
Together till the end.
you are the icing to my Oreo cookies girl
i will be there for you every time you hurl
yes we are rude, but what teenage girls aren't boo.
As the day gets shorter,
my nights get longer.
depression kicks in,
then my fear begin
you will never be able to tell,
I never show any emotions.
Tick!
The sound of my mind as the gears start to turn,
But no one can hear it but myself.
Tick!
Each gear turning at its own pace,
A different function each one has.
Tick!
Dancing in the night, shimmering in the dark
the candle glows and shines with
swirls of scarlet and wisps of amber.
Watch it flicker and twinkle like a graceful ballerina,
Pounding in my chest
I can't breathe.
The only time I get away
is when I sleep.
Nausea
fear.
How did this happen?
Am I safe here?
Did you know, that before Christopher Columbus discovered America it was covered with Indians? They ran around wearing groin cloths, and head dresses. They smoked out of tabacco pipes, and hunted buffalo. They made wigwams, tepees, even canoes.
He is stress.
He is one,
He is fear,
He is done,
He is near.
He speaks his mind in clear,
He makes a snap at me,
He leaks his soul into me,
He makes a lap at me.
I am a winner above far, the one with the confidence to win this poetry slam
but none the less I am a woman call me a feminist or whatever.
I am the queen that has come to conquer all and the scholarship thus far.
Shakespeare was great but can he tell you the struggles of an everyday black female
Skin as dark as night, hair as coarse as sin the beauty of a ebony queen is forever seen.
I am like a butterfly who hasn't hatched yet, like a caterpillar still in a cacoon
My wings are bound by an outside force that I can't name
I question will my strength remain the same
The inner scream that takes over my mind
sometimes when right and wrong is blurred
I have no one to fall on but that same scream
the scream of a young woman trying to pursue her college dream,
your words are weapons
your words can change
the way people look and always complain
your words are weapons
your words are strong
how they feel is their downfall
Feel it on the Atmosphere
That the presence of The Lord is here
Feel it in the Atmosphere
That this is my year
Who says you can't be you?
The people all around you?
Be different than them.
They say you're their friend?
Lies.
Don't give in to what they want you to be.
Judging. Loving.
My mind
it works in gears and shifts
some times i think im crazy
some times i think i just need a lift
but i realize
that i am happy the way i am
The Classifieds
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
Have you ever lost a brother, a father or even, a best friend?
The emotions you feel
I feel them too
But why shall
I
Will we be strong enough?
Will we be educated enough to defend our virtues?
Or will we allow society to mold us?
Will we have the courage to make a change?
How will we be an example to our pupils?
What makes me tick they asked
is it the feeling of sun or rain on my face
is it the piles of books by my bead that i've read
is it falling and scaing my knee
An expanse of worlds stretches out before my eyes,
An eternity of space and time.
A never-ending realm of possibilities.
This is my imagination.
I have grown up with people of all colors, races, ethnicities, and backgrounds
I have seen the ignorance and hate towards my best friends, neighbors, and peers
No one can choose their color.
I want to change the World now
They ask me to write down my race,
And I think, and think
And consider writing down the truth
And have my answer read like this:
I refuse to be another number
A social security number on the government computer
Another dead body out on the corner because I was at the wrong place at the wrong time
One blog, One post,
One Comment, one note
Silver spiders, weaving the
Cyber web
Catching their victims
With the seven deadly sins.
I have a great plan
one that is random
only I can think it
you were in it
then disappeared
I wish it wasn't true
since there's no you
it just slowly ran through
I love dancing and receiving the feeling that the song gives to me.
I love conveying the words to my fellow church members.
I express myself better this way.
I'm not the prettiest girlIt's me against the worldJudged day to dayAll I can do really is prayWhat does it really matter if I dress a little different?
Distilled, feeling spilled out over floors of granite tile
Humane apparitions hold my hand like I'm a child
Explaining my miscarriage of conviction
With tranquilizing diction and
People hurt people. People hurt eachother because they've been hurt by people. People killing eachother over people, afraid to love because the pain caused by people.
We all have those days.
Those days we feel like nothing.
We just want to sleep forever.
Maybe you haven’t felt that yet.
I have.
You just stare at the wall.
You think about everything.
The shape of you hand is all I see
black and blue is all on me
when confronted I get confused
because I am ashamed to say that I get abused
mother, mother can't you see
all this pressure you have placed on me
if I shall fail you will be mad
left with my thoughts I will be sad
you push me hard and strive for perfection
Society has this standard on "Perfection" But what they fail to realize is- nobody is perfect. The ONLY perfect person to ever step foot on this earth was Jesus Christ.
My mind, it is blank
A lightbulb without power,
It is kinda lame.
I like keeping thoughts simple,
makes it fun to explain the confusion.
Imagine a life without Adam and Eve
A life where you've been moved from the loved ones that provided the food you feen to eat
I am thought-tinkerer, word-spinner, and dream-weaver.
I am storyteller, lie-carpenter, and truth-giver.
We are given a sword at birth,
so mighty we feel.
We don't know what it's for,
nor it's true power of steel.
After years of training,
it's come the day to fight.
No one wants to see us go,
Stop, Look, and Listen... to the words that I say the thoughts in my mind drastically change in many different ways. Wait! Wait! Rewind! No! No!
"Hello, how are you today?"
Inquires the bagger at your local grocer
As you coldly turn your back to them.
"Welcome, how may I assist you today?"
Says the friendly sales associate
What truth remains in a society that develops as a result of pertpetual dishonesty?
A little girl.
Innocent and full of anticipation.
Can’t wait to start something new
And maybe find a passion.
Her little hands grasp the giant ball
As she throws it with all her might
I finally found someone
Someone I think could love me someday
But I’m afraid past problemsMight spring up and scare him awayI think it’s too soon to tell
If I’ll love him more then he will me
Darling dont you see?
The world doesn't want someone like me.
Each moment is a battle.
Each day a war.
These scars tell a story of when my soul did rattle.
Speak my mind?
My mind you say?
My mind speaks on its own, each and every day.
It speaks through the doodles, the drawings, the figures on my notes
A stretching green,
A deep blue.
Long spanish moss.
No fighting, no poverty, no sickness.
A radiant glow beaming from the sky.
Everyone's smile stretched sky high.
Animals gallavanting without fear.
Seek and you shall find whats hidden deep in the depths of your mind.
Beware of whats inside for you may find the demons you've been trying to hide.
Born into sin
Raised in Hell
Only two options, dead or in jail.
High school dropouts
Teenage pregnancies
This is what my environment expects of me
Struggling and hardships
Who is this girl we call Beauty?
Where can she be found?
What does she look like?
And what is her sound?
No freedom.
You have committed the worst crime in their eyes.
Being different is a sin.
You don't think like them.
Positive happiness is in your every thought.
That isn't allowed around here.
[Cant you see me?]
I know you feel you'd be better off dead,
But please, don't listen to those voices in your head,
I long to bring you hope.
What would you change?
What would I change?
You would change the world to be the palm of your hand
But I would change myself to be the queen of the your hand
You are the first-rate officer
People every day struggle
The worries and dilemmas,
Life's a constant struggle.
I'd change reactions.
A smile from the stranger
Two rows back on the bus,
A kind word from the neighbor
My teacher likes to pick on me...
"I think your child has ADD"
This lesson is so boring...
"Your child was in class snoring"
Envy, that monster that fills our hearts with malice.
Its constant spirit of abhorrence, never ending.
Aspirations turned into avarice.
The way your hair falls perfectly across your face,
Like waves in the sea.
Your eyes sparkle,
Like the midnight stars.
Your smile,
In love
Your heart gains a sharp feeling,
Like a dull pencil.
Your eyes sparkle,
Like tinker bells light as it dies out.
Love,
It stops your heart
The most powerful of emotions.
The most needed emotion.
I would instil love in every living being.
With love there is no war, with love there is a healthier planet.
What would I change?
Would I leave everything the same?
When you look at this world you see the answer.
People living on the streets fighting for there next meal.
I would have a home
Warm in the winter with a heater by my feet
Instead of a taped tablecloth as a window
Cool in the summer
Instead of filled with heavy, humid air
It's funny how beautiful things sometimes reside in the most polluted areas, It's actually one of the most deceitful things in the world and it's sad yet it's true that i always end up falling in love in these places of poverty.
Do you ever wonder what it's like to not eat for a whole day?
Do you understand what you are doing when you throw your food away?
What is change anyway?
The shift of one thing to a next.
The new beginning we are all looking for.
The hope for something different.
Our belief that something great is to come
Is it okay,
To feed off of someone’s insecurities?
To tell them shut up so often that they are afraid to speak out?
To make them want to crawl into a corner and hide?
Is it okay,
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.
If I were given the power to change one thing,
to be given a chance to change a human being
I would make the diabled whole,
something that would complete their soul
I would give the blind a world of color,
If I were given the power to change one thing,
to be given a chance to change a human being
I would make the diabled whole,
something that would complete their soul
I would give the blind a world of color,
In dreams
My my voice, my will
Are as mighty as your deity.
Just as busy moments become still,
Speeding up the mental drill,
All respect Creators as they were meant to be.
Creators, crafting
As the night follows
The slim light that shines during dusk
I can't express the sorrows
I feel for us
I mean us as in the people
The epitome of God's creation living life so evil
God's greatest gift of birth in disrespect.
A child's life, but now wil never be.
The fate of baby, could have been with me
or you. Not through love you chose to reject.
Inspiration
Where does it come from?
Echos believe it comes from the places we've been.
Whispers believe it comes from the things we have seen.
All I know is that it comes to us in slow waves.
To be content with oneself is so rare
It's more accepted to hate
Rather than love
The soul one carries
And the body which encases it.
Flaws are burnished in the fires of self-deprecation
Deadlines and expectations
stress and struggle,
it's here, it's time
The truth comes to the light
mistrust, the root of all problems.
don't trust your friend
don't trust your neighbor
don't trust your parents
most of all
don't trust
yourself.
you don't know what you want
Change people's actions
For others to help one another
Instead of staying in fractions
I would change society because
it blocks reality
and clouds perceptions
They look this way
I shudder in the cold
Talons through ice
Tearing and crawling
Beneath, all bleed
One step into the mirror, You see a girl you hate to be. Never talking to anyone, always filled with doubt. My mouth is sealed shut but my heart remains untouched.
You turn your head and look at me.
I can see the ocean in your eyes.
What happens to the waves after they crash?
The shells are tossed and thrown against the shore,
But underneath the wrath of the sea,
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"
A look
A smile
A nose turned up
A small crinkle in the heart
Eye contact made
A quick little wave
A sharp piercing glare
Eye contact broke
Out on the street
If I can change one thing about the world
what would be I would say where to start
poverty strickin lows
violence abuse depression
starvation and weather crisis
so many topics that need attention
Will I ever receive love?
Will I ever receive a home?
I could make a great friend
I could be your best friend
I have feelings too
I have emotions too
Please, bring me inside from the cold
Turn up , turn up! says the young girl with a bad mind,
Does she not know that there's more greater things in life to find?
Instead of partying and drinking every week end,
I can't seem to remember
when time ran away
I know it must have been here
at some point before the play
It makes me feel so dizzy
when I turn around
tripping on my own two feet
Everyone dreams it
A tweek here and there,
but is it worth it?
Become someone else.
Change just a little
or change everything?
What point is too much?
Cheers...
To all the girls and boys who made it to see another day even though there are some who struggle to go the right way
Cheers...
To all my associates who get to walk across the stage in 48 days
No one ever contemplates the words that they speak.
Never did one seek to release pain onto another as a thought.
Not intentionally making the burden rot.
Yet it sinks in and sets into an undeveloped mind.
i want to steal from the richfind where all the loveliness hidesand put it into people's bonesbecause they have particles of beautyin their blood.
Oh if I could change it.
Believe me, if I could i would
but is it me or is it them
I don't know so how then can I
Change.
My heels click against the pavement.
Silence.
I’m choosing not to speak.
Everything I say, I say it on repeat.
My answer- I don’t know. Silence.
Yes. I really do.
I find myself
In a worIld--
A world where
fate is my own,
hate is unknown.
And all absurdity
If we opened our arms,
To hug her tight,
If we wiped the tears,
of whom cried at night,
If we listened to the voices,
That were afraid to speak,
So eager to be heard,
But never said a word.
I had never noticed as a child, but she was always there.
Veronica clasped me close, and held me in her stare.
Her fragile reflection pursued me to the broken footsteps of my home.
An outcast laying low, hiding in the shadows of the Earth’s chattering inhabitan
what would i change?
no matter how big or small
what would i change?
I would make the smallest kids seem tall
I would give knowledge to the ones who need it most
For a year now, I've been free from high school.
Or at least I thought I was free from its rule.
For that year, I chose to be lazy and not do anything,
Not even acknowledge my brother's engagement ring.
Sometimes I feel like a shell of what I should be,
Just unable to see what others can see.
They're all so comfortable and happy,
While I remain bitter and sappy.
Hundreds of others can instantly connect
Humans are the dominant species
Creating buildings that penetrate skies,
And having every artificial and natural luxury
From this, our evils arise…
Entitlement
Selfishness
Disregard
Hate.
What I would change
In this world with many things
Is the attitude towards women
When they wear shorter things
Because I shouldn’t be judged
Or followed down a street
For wearing a dress
When given the choice
Of what I would change
I say go big
Or go home
I would change
The way life works
and even make God
Scratch his head
Imagine a world
I stood, taking in the bright sun that sparkled against
Carefully constructed costumes,
Custom-fitted, emulating each and every soul perfectly.
Incandescent
Maroon,
The floors painted red
The yelling is over
The sky has turned smoky
With souls put forever to rest
People with Special Needs,
Would just be special and just have needs.
Change.
We all crave it.
But lets pause and lay on the sticky grass.
Change.
Listen to the slow jamz throughout the summer nights.
Change.
Don't change the station even if you don't enjoy the song.
This planet is home
but we treat it with such waste
we trample this place
yet we claim to be the superior race?
Mother Earth is hurting
she needs some help
our society needs changing
Children today are estranged from nature
Missing out the little experiences
Like skipping a stone across a pond
Or hearing the chirping cicadas on a summer day
Or feeling the sun's gentle warmth on your skin
It's great to see technology increase for the better good.It's great to see people control manual robots for precise surgeries.It's great that deaf people can hear, and soon blind people will see.
Change is coming in this life
or the next to make in my community
Is providing the youth with multiple opportunities to get involved.
Children will most likely stay out of trouble
If I can change something,
or if can make anything,
I would end the wars,
well that aleast something,
If I can change anything,
I would try to erase evil,
I can do anything,
If feet beacme hands
what would you have?
Two extra hands, just what the world needs
two hands for watches
two hands for saving time
Two extra hands are what the world needs
two hands for inspiring
To change, alter, modifyIf I had the power to revolutionize,Every stroke of the brush placed in my right handwould ever so gracefully trace my vision.
A spontaneous enigma rooted in doubt and despair.
Attacking the inside and destroying the outside.
Capturing hundreds of viable victims everyday.
Poisoning its host as a parasite would-
Save the trees,save the bees.Shall we appeaseall off theseideas to change today?
I highly doubt that I apply,The bees are plump and tree grow high.Instead, I look at those around me.
Dear Reader,
If I wrote a poem for you,
I'd be willing to bet,
I seem rather normal,
for a person you have not met.
If you saw me from a distance,
I look like a pedestrian at best,
so we grew up in boxes
tall rigid
unyeilding
that allow for nothing but conformity
designed from conception when
sperm meets egg
our parents didn't know but every time they told us
so we grew up in boxes
tall rigid
unyeilding
that allow for nothing but conformity
designed from conception when
sperm meets egg
our parents didn't know but every time they told us
It’s not something physical
and that’s what makes it difficult.
The key to change is always education.
Not just of the main applications
But the liberation of the mind
Imagine a world..
A world where there was no more countless killing
A world filled with peace and love
- as i sit here waiting to come up with the decision of what i would change about myself, the world, or my community. then i noticed i never really had a answer, or just one answer to this question.
Change; a single word to revere,
Bringing about hope or fear,
Depending on the ear the word falls near.
To change the world; a new frontier
Or uproot a life you hold so dear.
I look forward to the day
When the share post doesn't need to say:
"Share if you are a strong black woman who doesn't need a man."
"Share if you are a strong woman who doesn't need a man."
Warm Feet
If you do what you like, you’ll never work a day in your life.
There’s always a way to do it your way and get paid, so I’ve been told.
Who has time to help others these days?
Why care about them when all I want is to get paid.
Yen, pounds, dollars, and notes.
Change is forgotten between the cushions of most.
What if you could see that person one more time,
What if you could hold their hand, and look into their eyes,
What if you could talk to them and laugh out loud,
Someone save me.
The world is turning into turmoil.
Everyone's gone crazy.
Politicians are stealing money.
Children are being killed overseas.
Young girls are selling their bodies.
So short
the way we live
why not change while we can
we can change the way we see
no labels on people
look at them all the same
look at tehm with love not hate
treat people with kindness
Look at Pam, at Sam, and even Frank
Look at all the misfortune kids around the world.
I'm fed up with the drama
It never seems to end
I'm fed up with the tears
That no amount of hugs will mend
I'm fed up with th attitudes
They drive me insane
An array of jets
Zoom on by
Things are falling
From the sky
One hits the ground
And in a flash
You're flying from
The giant blast
Your bed and home
Think,
Thought,
Time,
That is all it takes.
Take a moment,
To really appreciate,
Think of the choices,
Think of the effects,
Think of the people around you instead.
The sky turns blue from darkness to light,
Ushering in a bright new day
An overload of information
Attempting to cross our ways
Every day we struggle to make sense of what we see
If ignorance is bliss
Then let me off this
Ride
I refuse to be blind
Shutting off my mind
Forever
Okay to only follow
Is a thought I cannot swallow
Down
Living life
My main job
I'm an actress
Playing the part I'm given
A part time counsleor
Giving advice or a shoulder to cry on
A cook
Making myself dinner while avoiding starting a fire
Let's do this before we expire
don't look away or you too will transpire
into a mindless individual a zombie to them
they take you and use you until you are dead
open your eyes and listen closely
I search, but never find the key that unlocks my mind. The truth to a lie, a clue to crime. A heart that never dies, a soul that never cry's.
i wonder if we will ever realize we look an awful lot like ants
working so hard to move over a crumb
proudly building our beds but the storm can wash it away any minute
panicking over a dew drop
if i would change one thing.
one thing in this heartless world-
this perverted culture-
this unforgiving city-
this violent school-
this lonely house-
this trampled heart-
it would be-
Life can be beautiful
But for some people it can be brutal
Leading their voice to hide
And to become shyness bride
Whatever happened to the evaluation of our own sins
before casting stones at others?
Have we all forgotten that lesson?
Challenging myself to
Have a better connection with the world
And making myself known while
Never becoming someone I’m not
Going to be proud of in the
I would change the stares, the whispers, the words
that exit an eye, a mouth without consequence
of how that exchange can change her life.
I would change the apathy, the indiffence, the exuses
What would I change ?
The world....
so that children would be fed
hate would be dead
and love can wed
so that promises could be kept
and tears wouldn't be wept
but where dream's leapt
"Oh my God, I love your skirt!
(That is the ugliest f-ing skirt I've ever seen)"
I mean, who hasn't seen Mean Girls?
I watch and I laugh
But isn't it funny how when we laugh,
In my world the pink would be purple,
The orange would be blue.
Gray would be a yellow no one ever knew.
The grass shant be green, and the sky shant be blue.
The young would be old, and the old would be new.
She doesn't care where you are coming from or going to
She doesn't care how old you are or how wise you've become
Vision has been a treasure to me
Ever since I was young
But then, three years ago,
A new song was sung
I was only seventeen
It is our country's disagreement
that furthers our environment,
of homes without fathers, sisters, sons
that are away, fighting for some
peace between the nations,
but it was our leaders' own decisions
Home makes a difference.
Hard work makes a difference.
Stamina makes a difference.
Perserverence.
Support.
Patience.
These should all be enstilled in all.
A man sees another man.
The man endears the other man.
The men love one another.
*turns page*
The men are an abomination.
The father beats the child.
The father starves the child.
he's always eager for school to end
they tease and taunt
his jeans never fit right,
he only has two sweaters.
but to them,
it's funny
she goes about her school day embarrassed
Waking up
Filled with anger
Blaming the world
Why - Do I
Do this to myself
It's just me and no one else
The games I play
The things I say
If I could Change I would... Change anger to happiness, Change hate to love, Change violence to peace, Change crime to good deeds, Change controverse to resolution, Change pain to laughter...
I would change the way people think
But since that is no the case
I would not change a thing
Our world was perfect
"Change" is such a funny word,
always begging for attention.
With its sloppy "chhh" slurred,
constantly eluding comprehension.
"Change" really is a funny word.
Don't you think I'm right?
What would I change?
Me..
Somehow recreate a better version of myself in the hopes that it will create a change in society as well
What would I change?
Him..
Every morning,
A girl somewhere wakes up, rubs her big brown eyes and walks to her mirror
She looks at herself and sees a shell of a person
Whatever she feels on the inside is what she sees on the outside
“I’m fat”
If there was one thing I could it would be the way my town is seen. From towns around we are know as the violence plagued town. Every night on the evening news the top story is another homocide. Never anything positive.
The hardest part isn't getting through it, it's moving on
It's accepting what was once a nightmare,
is now your reality.
I think the world has forgotten,
Once your time has pssed.
I only wish for everyone to know.
To know the truth.
To know our Savior.
To know the cure for LIFE.
We take freedom for granted
While others are tortured and jailed
Round the corner again.
Walk 20 meters to your right.
Now go forward 15 paces.
Turn back. Look around. Feel the breeze.
Its warm. Could be called sunny even.
Sit down in the shade next to him.
When I'm told I could change anything
The dark, blank slate of my mind lights up with a million stars
I realize I could have money, fame, power
If I could be who I want, I’ll want to be me
From my DNA features to skin complexity
Good as you’ll ever be, simile
Style to my eloquence, poetry veteran
If I could change something big or small
I would choose to change it all
Nothing can become better without growth
Even change seems out the picture, the most important piece is hope
You can’t fix world hunger without first feeding the starving mouths in your community
You can’t fix poverty without first helping someone buy necessities
You can’t fix pollution without recycling
The choice is mine
Suddenly I see
A million things
relying on me.
To change a life?
To disrupt a cycle?
Can I validate this happening?
What to choose;
What to do;
I’m aware we’ve been trained to believe that the anorexic frame
Is the most desirable frame of the female form,
Curves are out and thin is in,
The one thing I would change is love, that is it
For nothing but love hurts worse than love, I'll admit
It kills and it shrivels and knocks us all down
It warms and it fills and changes a frown
You view her as pretty, nice, and sweet
But she is not what she appears to be
Behind the facade she is a monster
Who unwillingly destroys and never prospers
She tries to change but its just too hard
If I could change anything I would change it all.
But for this here I was told to think small.
The biggest change I would like to make,
involves the unforgiving souls for goodness sake!
Still nowhere to go
Optimism running thin
Bermuda triangle
Lost in the sea
Limbo
I'm tired of all these pressures
I'm tired of being tired
i'm tired of being me
We look in the mirror and see a thing,
We are so set on what this thing should be,
The hardest realization that goes through our mind or occupies our time,
Is the reality of our human being,
Change the perspective
Change what's right and wrong written or spoken
Change what's yours or mine – ours
If God was to ask me what I desire,
If a genie was to grant me one wish,
I know one hope burns inside like fire,
That all the defiliers could be demolished.
The man who took the girl from home,
I had a dream that someday I’d winWriting and writingagain and again I had a dream that this was the oneCould it be I’ve finally wonOnly to loseoh yesagain
America: Home of the free? I think not.
The rich get richer, the poor get poorer, and the sick get sicker.
Our government has screwed up priorities,
so quick to fly troops overseas to assists other nations,
For the thought of any
Person to impress themselves upon
Another by force to be
Incomprehensible.
Just one job may change my life, it will push me into my future as a woman and wife.
Just one job may change my view, i might see the world through a different shoe.
I dwell in a constant space, without change
Where faces begin to act as one.
Where words without thought crawl forth
And where the mighty sun stands without change.
The wind blows,
the river goes,
my mind wanders,
but I can only ponder.
Why are we on this earth?
All we do is keep giving birth.
We give birth to monsters.
and we are the sponsers...
Compared to this world I am young
But I am as powerful as any President
I would change the world to be better place
Do away with all of the pollution
I Aim For A Better World
By: Kary Dujuan Goff Jr.
I am green and gold, and sometimes grey.
If I could change but one thing in this world of ours
It would be the definition of normal
Or rather the existence of that vague yet constricting concept
So simple yet so broad yet so double-edged this rigid definition is
I walk down the streets
on the dark and damp sidewalks,
seeing men and women huddled in a corner shivering and hurting from hunger.
How could this be the land of the free,
How can we live in a world
where nobody even cares?
Filth and destruction,
everywhere you look.
You can't look away
from the digust.
Mother Nature can't believe
this can even be happening.
How often do we wish for
something so simple,
a sign that people care,
that there is kindness in everyone's hearts,
yet we forget to smile at strangers.
I try to remember that when I see others,
Everyone wants to be different
But we still remain the same.
Claiming things we will never do;
This is what I would change.
If we actually contributed,
If we actually helped,
I would change the way, people look at things.
The pain and the suffering we cause for everything.
Like the right for people to say, the things they truely feel.
Her shadow was so bright that I could not see.
I hoped for a new change of time, or woman to see.
My wish was bare and I gained nothing more,
If I could change anything about the world
I would change the media
Summer,
Warmth that enveloes my skin and ignites my soul,
Lingers for mere months,
I wish for it year-round.
Heat.
Winter,
A chill that surges down my spine and deteriorates my soul.
I hate hate.
There are so many things in the world that need to be changed,
but hate is the first thing that needs to go.
Hate takes many different forms and is all too easy to have.
Poison setting in the blood and mind
A rush to get some help, living down the road
Running down the rabbit hole fighting for his life
A great loss of brother and friend, he did not make the code.
Cold hands
invade the innocence
of cold souls
Cold souls afraid
to save themselves
of cold nights
and cold eyes
baring upon them
The Ant House
Mirrors
have been guiding us
through the smoke
since as long as man can remember.
Fools;
a society of leashed fools
Thin
Thick
Fat
Small
Large
As I read these words normality comes to mind
Our society has brainwashed our minds to think that skinny and thin are the new perfect
If I could change one thing,
What would it be?
Would I change the world?
No war, no illness
Plenty of food
Lots of green trees?
Would I change society?
I would change this one thing,
To help change everything.
I would have all know,
God loves them so.
These days,
sleep is not rejuvinating.
It is merely a break.
Our schedules have become god.
Living under its laws, commands, edicts.
A calendar has become a checklist
I live in a society in which
the people –
they don’t care.
They tut and they tsk at third-world problems
“Rape is bad”, they recite,
“and dirty water is horrible
We live in a world,
so full of hate.
We live in a world,
where that hate
is directed towards ourselves.
We point out every flaw,
and slowly begin
to hate ourselves,
We live in a world,
so full of hate.
We live in a world,
where that hate
is directed towards ourselves.
We point out every flaw,
and slowly begin
to hate ourselves,
Looking down at the scale,
A little girl’s legs tremble in fear.
In shock she turns pale,
Hoping she could disappear.
“I must starve! I must starve!
No one will love me,
If I do not barf.”
Walking down the sidewalk and all I can see
Is the sad old man looking at me.
He begs and pleads
Sitting on his knees.
My heart breaks
My whole body starts to ache.
This man lives in the street,
Who am I to say what matters and what doesn't?Am I not someone?I've always been toldthat I am too young or too oldto think or to know,and I've got nothing to show.When will this change?
Please do not doubt a word I say to you,
My thoughts and my words are sincere and true.
And to you my darling, I must confess,
My happy love has been put to the test.
I would change
is the uncertainty
that the troubled ones face
the ones
from a broken home
facing disabilities
there is hope
for each and
all of us
Suffocating teachers
Stressful cliques
Vulgar language
Vindictive characters
The Image of Beauty
What is beauty?
Is it shaped, colored, living, a symbol, an image?
I'm stuck in a mundane life. School, work, home. Every day. Stuck in the blustery freezing cold weather, going through the montions every day. I'd love to escape the boring and familiar scenery.
This religion was not mine.
This rich heritage and culturethat has been blanketed over mewas not given to me at birth.
I was given no choice in the beginningto accept what God had planned for me.
I would love to give you a serious answer to your serious question. Picture my tightening my imaginary tie and clearing my throat, about to pitch you the fix of a life time. I would love to tell you that I’m about to cure cancer. But I’m not.
When I turn on the nightly news,I don't watch the weather forecast anymore.
Change is painful and stressful,
But it is necessary to move on.
Sometime change is dreadful,
Other times it is as easy as a song.
So They Say
Why be so greedy?
Why let that destroy you, destroy us
This world revolves around money
Absurd how people are rich while others suffer from poverty.
I look at them, their hearts on their sleeves.
Unabashed, unashamed, they stare at each other
Their eyes, so fierce, so knowing
Their touches, so confident, so sure
And their hearts, their hearts on their sleeves.
If there was one thing I could change
I would make a world of peace
Bound together by hope
That we shall live with those we love
A Light in the Darkest of Nights.
By: Keila Levis
I see love at first sight.
I see wonders in the sky.
Like an owl, I see the darkest of nights.
I see loneliness, as I spy.
Imagine living,
not surviving, but being free,
where doors can be unlocked at night,
where police are seen as just and right,
isn't that true liberty?
Now picture the means,
Everywhere people seeing with sightless eyes.
Feeling with closed hearts.
Distancing themselves from another's reality.
Over looking the fallen, the helpless, the beaten down and the broken.
In the mist of a firey blaze
I can see the child through the haze
He's in his room near the rear
I call out "Have no fear"
With flames all around
I have to hit the ground
We Are The Same
We were made the same
The big, round world is everyone’s fair game.
We all have thoughts, desires, and wishes.
When you're born in an encouraging household
The world is seen through different eyes
You don't have to struggle for love or validation
Sure your family is not "perfect"
But they raised you to believe in yourself
I wish you could have watched me grow up
I wish you had held me when I was scared,
You treated me like I was a hiccup
Almost like you hadn’t cared
I wish you could have known I was a “daddy’s girl”
Discrimination, inequality, and prejudice,
words of hate and ignorance.
"Better", "traditional", "correct",
Music is something I have always loved.
Music and I, are like peanut butter, and jelly.
Like two peas in a pod.
Like ying, and yang.
You get my rift we just mesh well together.
Music is what inspires me.
Maybe instead of just blaming all these celebrities who are in jail and rehab for ruining their own lives
Maybe we should also take a look at how this country treats its celebrities
Remembering the day I wanted to sing for my career feels like it was yesterday. It was all I really thought about. I really didn’t know if my voice was any good or if I even had the talent but I knew, this is what I wanted to do.
Why don't you stop and stare?
Then you'll realize not everybody cares..
it's sad really. People are blind
Blind to the fact that the lady sitting a table behind them suffered from depression
What would I change?
The pollution
in the air,
and the water,
and on land,
and in the lungs
of people every where.
What would I change?
Religion's role
in the lives
What would I change?
Why change anything in this wonderful world?
Oh wait. I know what I would change.
What would I change, you might ask?
I would change the military requirement laws.
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The life of us,
It's funny how you pull us down,
lashed out and cut us up,
beat us in drunken madness,
hushed us silent and
kept us stupid, for what?
The shack
The shed
The grass has bred
The leaves are dry
The trees are dead
The path forgot where once it led
The birds no longer fly the sky
The wind whispers words once said
So you want to change?
I do.
It seems so easy
So there
So right
Right?
If I could change anything
It would be perception
Myself
My Community
The world?
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words always scar
Negligence to be the same
Falling down the road to self hate
They say, “Retarded, idiotic, queer”
Change?
Could you spare some change?
Maybe the question should not be could you spare change but will you dare to change?
The ability to change anything in the world, with a snap of a finger, much like a deity
Unlimited room for potential, yet unlimited room for disappointment
If I could I would reach out to the world and cup it in my hands,
I'd change college costs
Then we wouldn't have to write
These goddamn poems.
When you see your society
what is it that you see?
Do you see smiles?
Do you see love?
The world inverted
So judgmental
So evil
So cruel and hasty
Why are we like this?
What would you change
If given the opportunity
What would you change?
I would change
The amount of waste left behind
I would change
The way people ignore the cries for help.
Though we may always be divided by strife
it doesn't mean that we have to waste our life.
No, we can live and fight
because we have a right
to find our own light
out in the dark.
When I walk out that door, I want…
To see an end to sexual harrassment, I
Want to see women wearing whatever
they want. And not having to worry about,
Being catcalled or harrased when they
I want to change
Many things in ths world.
But most of all,
What I wish end,
Is Animosity.
Animosity to:
Everything,
Everyone,
I love her with all of my heart.
My broken, mangled, crumbling organ of love.
I want to show her off,
To hold her hand and kiss her in front of more then God above.
But my family's strict.
One job.
One path.
No money.
"You will get a job."
"There is no money in teaching."
"You will be great!"
"I would never have the patience to work in Special Education."
Is simply human destruction
War is the intation of this action
WWI, WWII, or maybe WWIII, its a chain reaction
Jews in Konzentrationslager
Left or right will be a torture
Grab, break, abuse
Even if you win, you lose
Picture this:
A little miss, not much bigger than yous
Just wants her dad to give her a kiss
But insead shes greeted by his welcoming fists
Test Anxiety.
Those two words can destroy a person.
Why does this world, so focused on innovation,
continue to use out-dated techniques?
Testing students on their ability
Bigot
Closed Minded
Delusional
Judgemental
Hatred
I have been told that this would happen,
but why?
Other people before us has
If I could change
one thing
it would be
for the ones
sleeping on park benches
not old enough to vote
for the ones in rags
who are carrying another
and for the ones that are starving,
Right now we walk around
In a society where the death rate of African Americans is the highest
Where the race that's in the most poverty are the Latinos and the African Americans
And their health is declining
Stop and thinkDo you know where your next meal will beDo you know when?There are so many children That don't get the opporotunityTo know
My passport says “American”,
I grew up in Ukraine,
No single culture in my head,
The upper hand did gain.
I have my own third culture,
I mix the other two,
And if anything at all it gives,
For years and years I have been told
That i should fear getting old
My beauty will wane
I won't be sane
And that while I can
I should be tan
I should starve and be so thin
Are we actually equal? Do women get the same privileges as men do?
No.
He eats from golden platter, three courses served by his butler
She eats what is stolen, some bread from her brother
He shouts, "Call the guards! There's a thief on the loose!"
many babies have died
from a choice a mother made
not to keep her little baby
but to let the precious life die
so asked what I would change
this is what I would decide
This past winter I was nothing but tired.
Smoke sank into Reno like slow water into a bowl
and the Common App was released;
my friend and I were up at midnight four states across,
The towns are so lonely no one can drive by
the people leave slowly not saying goodbye
Love, hope, and peace are replaced with war
It's been forever,
Since we first came together,
On that midnight in December,
When the first snow began to fall.
But it's been forever,
In that time together,
That you opened my eyes,
Pay for the books,
The seat that I'm sitting in.
Pay for the lights, the water,
The air I breathe.
The accounts are emptying, but my head is filling.
I wanted a degree, and a job.
Day to day we’re always told that we need to be
the utmost best we can be; to shine brighter than
the last and burn with more intensity. Flames
blazing and creeping up the walls. Any higher
Discrimination exists in practically every society. Based on physical characteristics, such as skin and hair color, maybe even the shapes of a person's eyes, a person is judged.
There is a pile of beer bottles in the back of the room.
When he stresses over her, he drinks.
When he gets mad, he beats.
When things dont go his way, the beating and drinking is combined.
The bruises remain.
I've been asked to change one thing.
Big or small, that's quite the task!
Just to find what change to bring
I must know just what to ask.
The first choice would be for me
to make my own life better.
The pain of watching
His mother was screaming
He couldn't stand up against the demon
He locked the door
Opened the drawer
It was always there
Like a best friend
Tears of relief
Sister, I see the world you will grow up in/ I see the world I'm surviving in/ And I see the slow spiral down/ Sister, I see the wars and the strife/ I see the chemicals filling the lungs/ Of mothers who won't live to see unborn children/ Sister,
Taking pictures half naked
Smoking and drinkin to try and forget your father left
Breaking your mothers heart for getting suspended from school for being half baked
School Lunch
School Lunch to some kids is they only meal for the day
Schools decide to make people pay for school lunch event hough it should be free.
Change is avoided,
Change is never percieved as good.
Change, however, can be the best we can do for ourselves.
Change bad habits,
Change the way we view ourselves.
I spent four of my years in a building
Of wood walls and cement floors
I spent four of my years in a building
Told it was wrong to want out
I spent four of my years stuck in two dimensions
Imagine, living life to the
fullest,
without a care or worry in the
world.
Making the most of each day,
using the sun to guide your
way.
Now imagine, out of the blue,
He’s so cute
He’s so caring
But best of all
He loves sharing
From flowers
To showers
I spend all my hours
Wanting to be with him
From thick to thin
Meet me at the crossroads
when the moon is good and high
bring me some of that moonshine
we gon' make a deal tonight
Devil's in the details
watch that dust kick up and swirl
such a shame
The unforgettable night I had,
That made everyone except me mad,
I was playing in a basketball game,
To win it was my aim,
Splish splash the net goes,
The sound only ballers know,
It's red, staining the ground someplce I've never been
and never will go.
For me.
It's a sacrifice, a total giving of life
So I can keep mine.
I can breathe
My name is Alyssa and fourteen years ago in March something complicated happened that changed my life forever.
Sick and tired of the glares and grimaces
Because I look different than the rest
I could look just like them; painted faces
This may be belated, but education has stated
that we need it for jobs. Where we rob
the poor for the poorer. Your money's never yours,
it's his and hers and theirs and mine.
You say that's just fine,
If you could only write once,
what would you say?
Would you let your thoughts that run deep
crawl out and play,
allow the pen's ink to give all your secrets away.
If you could only write once,
what would you say?
Would you let your thoughts that run deep
crawl out and play,
allow the pen's ink
to give all your secrets away.
Numerous years past, through our eyes, is the founding of our country, yet in perspective, just a few decades.
What has this world come?
Who says you arent beautiful if your not a size 2?
People these days never seem to surprise me,always following the new trend.
Well, i say today, today is the day it needs to end.
One Direction!
Its like an infection
Harry, Niall, Louis, Zayn and Liam
Biggest boy band ever, It almost as if they gave me a fever
I love them, yes I do.
The merest of isolations
With the purity of a newborn soul
I glide through the woods,
sureptitiously,
As I allow the innocent melodies,
to tickle my ears.
I allow myself to breathe,
It's sad in our day and age
we have carelessly turned the page
on the beautiful book which is our history
These things that we do,
intentional they’re not.
There’s tears in your eyes.
We try,
but it’s hard.
This isn’t a choice.
We’re destined from birth.
To screw up.
To lie.
Every thought is documented,
across the globe, throughout the day.
Personal life—an open book;
online for the whole world to see, and prey.
The drama, the agony, the hoots, and the tears;
His kisses are tender, sweet
but they reek of lust
He undresses me and our eyes lock
I feel that he is taking a journey into my soul
but he is just wondering "Which hole?"
The release of my emotions,
The movement of my soul,
The language of my heart,
Dance.
There are no limitations,
no expecations,
but only beautiful improvisations.
Let go, to feel
Some say that the world is a wonderful place
Liars, all of them, the world is a disgrace
A place more tragic and treacherous than its ever been
A world full hate, violence , murder, and much greater sin
Everything has an expiration date,
no matter what it is.
Food, life, and even love
can all expire.
It's only a matter of time.
My life is not perfect.
But it is not in shambles.
I cry sometimes,
just not to my defeat.
I hold on.
Just as sure as the sun will rise,
I hold on.
My present may not be exciting.
I am from beautiful Hawai’i nei,
A place that keeps people here to stay.
From beautiful beaches to multi-races;
A land I was born in with features of my descendant’s faces.
Raised on Hawaiian food,
Lover lover can you see me standing here?
Waiting so patiently to be heard.
I'll give up my last hopes if you'll just turn around.
please my dear lover just turn around.
faker faker can you hear me now?
My life was so different years ago,
Not a care in the world, no hurry to go.
Now here I am with the world on my shoulders,
Yeah You’re right.
I so stupidly,
But truly
Schizophrenically,
Allowed the man
Drunk beyond words
To shove his,
His 12-inch, well endowed,
Schlong in my anus
I ran across a tweet yesterday,
"If you're darkskinned, you need to atleast have a pretty face. #TeaLightskinned"
Funny thing is, whites don't even have to be racist anymore, we're doing it for them.
Your feelings draining away
It hits you
As if a truck slammed you
A tidal wave knocked you off your feet
No
It cannot be
You won't let it be
You stand, slam the chair
You only live once, that's the saying right?
Living in fear of death, it's hard to see the light.
Step forward and embrace it now, I know you can.
Living life to the fullest, take a stand.
They tell you, you won't make it
Unless you fake it
Your dreams stay dreams
And the reality never changes
The barriers have been created
And the time has been dated
Only for those who are gated
For all those who say time traveling is impossible,
it’s not true.
Music is my time traveler.
It helps me regress.
Every song is an old memory,
producing waves of nostalgia.
Right as my gold rush fever slowed
I stumbled on the mother lode
But someone else had claimed that road—
The road to El Dorado.
I was tired of falling for fool’s gold and flakes
Heart of St. Louis
Clydesdales here trot fortune
South of Grand their host.
Further south of Grand
November 11 is Veterans Day
We honor it in a special way
Freedoms we are thankful for
Proud of the soldiers who fought in the war
Away from their families they fought to survive
I want to make you moan Alyssa
But the Smile on your face keep my heart warm
I want to do the things Picasso was not doing
Spray and pray and everywhere you look is red ink
But somebody already leggo'd your eggo
Berlin, Berlin is all I
see,
Berlin, Berlin is where I
want to be…
Step with heel and toe first
I walk towards majesties
Not knowing you, the
nameless
Lost in altercation;
I am forced to circumspect
These moves
For with standing no
Fear, defeat is at
Arms length from me
Deference for you,
Do not forget while I
Studying Pre-Med
Always loved fitness and health
Never second-guessed
An epiphany
Wanted something much greater
Much second-guessing
Coined Freckled Nettles
With your lovely baby browns, stunning and glowing,and your innocent smile that’s as pure as a crystal.
“You’re skinny, ugly, and stupid. You’re too fat to wear that,”
Words of that nature can only come from someone who has hatred harboring in their heart,
The seasons change,
the seasons grow.
They grow into something beautful.
Summer,
a time of laughter,
a time of heat and yellow.
Swimming in pools
and jumping in lakes.
I can't begin to understand
Your depression,
Isolation.
But I can understand
How life leaves you raw,
Unable to feel,
Numb.
You want nothing more than to feel
Something,
Anything,
Who am I? It is the question of the ages.
Am I who I was Yesterday and all the days before that?
Am I who I happen to be Today?
Is the sum of all of my Todays equal to my Tomorrow?
remember when
we would say "i love you" before we hung up the phone
and if i didn't say it back you would get an attitude.
When I came to school,
I didn’t ask you for anything,
I was bright-eyed and naïve.
When I couldn’t afford school,
I didn’t ask you for anything,
I decided to graduate in three years.
Will you be there when I die?
Or will the time just pass you by?
You always say “I’ll see you soon”
But that’s a lie
If I was walking down the street
And you passed me by
Stuff You can’t say to your Teacher
Dear every white teacher that I have ever had,
Yes,
calling on me
while my hand is down
to answer your questions
about the black community while
I am
Words
Empty, fleeting, fickle words
Do this assignment, read these pages
How many words do you speak in a day?
How many of them actually mean something?
God spoke and breathed life
A pencil, you say? A pencil I'll get.
Hold on for a sec, can I get a minute?
I just need to give this pencil a tip,
I'll sharpen it quick, then we'll get right to it.
I've got to step out and run down the hall
A tear falls down.
Just one, then two.
I hang my head to hide my face,
But I know he stiffens, closes off, turns away,
Avoids seeing me as he makes his rounds.
Round and round the papers go,
Music is emotion
From love, to hate
Feelings are easily expressed
No need to translate
Music is nature
The animals, the trees
They all make their music
Creating endless symphonies
When I say love.
I think of you.
And I don't mean love as in I have love for you but I'm not in love,
No I mean, if love was food I would have a show on TLC and you would call me your honey boo boo.
They want me to become something I’m not.
I’ve twisted and turned and bent over backwards in an attempt to fit into their box,
But I simply cannot.
It’s never too late,
To pass your class they say.
If everyone is unique and no one is the same
Why do we all get taught as if we shared one brain?
The boy next to me is visual, learn by seeing
And the girl up in front, learn by hearing
Dear Mister, Miss, Doctor "So-and-so",
there's a pain in my heart that I can't let go
You see that kid in the back with that sad, shy smile?
Take a walk in his shoes for at least a mile.
Don't do this, don't say that
Oh, here's some "food" that'll make you feel like crap
Is that not enough?
Would you like some more?
How about I give you a pop quiz that'll drop your score.
You call this a classroom.
I call it a jail cell with cheesy posters.
You call it a grade.
I call it the key to my future sucess.
You call it a lesson.
I call it BULLSHIT.
Professors claim we lazy and just don’t get it
Nah sir, that point? You done missed it.
It’s a scary time to be young, black, and gifted
The frame of picture we was supposed to paint done shifted
They say knowledge is power,
and it's true, we can learn something every hour.
But unfortunately there is a chain...
...one that is broken, rusted, and stained.
People who use their knowledge in the wrong way...
Rings stretching from East to West formed in the crimson skies,
Glowing pink, orange, and yellow above the setting sun,
All my life they told me...Diamond, you could be whatever you want to be.
And all my life they've told me, dream with your eyes open, so that you can always see.
Sitting on the computer, searching on hereWondering, "how will I ever make it next year"?!The bright colors captured my attentionThe slang caught both of my eyes
I want to help, I want to succeed
I can't be lazy, I need to do this for me
School is the only thing going for me.
I get to expand my thoughts to bigger and better things.
Belladonna
A beauty that illuminates such carnation hue
You defiled me with your sinful pleasure
When my fingers brush your skin
The tips of my fingers are on fire.
Your energy surrounds and envelops
Anyone you're with,
Bringing sheer bliss.
Without your light
I'm not sure I could see
30 plastic seatsFull of children you don't care aboutIt's all about the numbersThat's what gets you paid
You are the teacher. You are “all knowing,”
but you don’t see that one girl is showing.
You do not see all the judgmental stares,
or extreme hatred, through terrible glares.
She walked in the street, she did not know;
It wasn't safe
The man stole her,
Sold her,
For an unforgivable price.
Now,
She lives in fear,
for her,
her family,
Music is in everything, it is everywhere. From the gravitating pull of rocks avalanching down a mountain, to the sound of my fingers caressing my scaple through my hair.
They say get some goals and get some ambition.
Even though i had no intentions.
Personally i don't want any probelms with my future endeavors .
I just grabbed what was given and it didn't matter or whatever.
You're the best thing that has ever happened to me
I would do anything for you
You treat me with respect
And you care about my feelings
You're the best thing to ever happen to me
And I couldn't be happier
I am a girl often outspoken and misunderstood.
I am a girl who is stubborn.
I am a girl who is easily distracted, confused, and overwhelmed.
I may seem stoic on the outside, but I am quite fragile on the inside.
The strength is leaving my body;
I hear the beating of my heart.
Nothing
Is the same, yet
Nothing
Has changed.
Hello there teacher!
I am so sorry to tell you that your class is a mess!
Behind your back, OH NO could it be!
Wall twerking! Maybe…
Texting! Of corse…
Learning! NOOO!
Your class is a mess!
Through paper thin walls,
I watch as you slowly fall,
With your kness down to the ground,
And with eyes downcast, I can hear every sound.
As the clock ticks away the time,
The Red, White, and Blue.
With freedom upon her mind,
Fails to see the whole
Equal rights to all?
A faulty constitution?
Who has she become?
To turn she to we,
I will succeed
I want to graduate high school
I want to further my education
I want to go to college
I will succeed
I want to get good grades in college
Sometimes I feel as if I’ll be stuck here forever
Like this pain will be here, always
Like a tattoo it will be here forever only to fade but to never go away
I'm just a girl,
A girl in love,
A girl that knows what she wants,
Is just out of reach.
I'm just a girl.
A girl that is smart.
A girl that knows what she knows,
Is just not enough.
Have you ever felt that feeling,
Where time flies way too fast?
You're only half way through your freshman year,
And you're already looking back.
Was there ever a moment,
When you thought it'd never end?
The love you give is like no other.
It’s as if you are my mother.
Advice you give eases my pain,
like when the sun comes out and clears the rain.
You teach me things I’ve never heard
All I see are faces.
The wannabes the dropouts that wanna go places.
The ones who are dreaming but cant stay awake.
The ones who want but cant seem to take.
A bully wanting love but showing hate.
I hold the envelope close, felling the paper between my fingers Ripping it open I take care Reading it I take on despair I want to cry Nothing comes The well is dry, and it’s because of you I was once excited You left me I was once happy You left
Seriously? Sit down,
I’ll take it from here.
It’s ridiculous how you sway there
and take the questions from that girl who can’t understand
the concepts we learned five years ago. Five years ago!
Live and learn,
just to work and earn.
That degree or career,
will help you live life without fear.
See, an education is all I need..
Add some dedication and ambition, and I will succeed.
Everything is overseenWind blows through the treesI see the gleam from the rain drops on the leavesThe grass a shade of greenSo peaceful So siren Grey clouds stream In the sky
His cheeks were a glowing crimson that year,forced into a furnace of scalding color.Coping, of course, was not in his vocabulary.
The rolling waves of time
Lap onto the shores of life
Smoothing all the stones
On the shore, I feel alone
Whenever I am near the water's edge
I'd rather be in bed
Where I know I can sleep peacefully
1,2,3...... Gasp.
All it took was three seconds, three seconds and my life changed forever.Thoughtfulness neglected,
My heart would now be more pretected,
I walk past your room everyday, going to and from my locker. But to be honest, I can't stand looking at it. The pain of grief is excruciating, and I can't even begin to imagine how your family feels.
Yes, I agree.. no really Miss whatshallwecallyou or Mr M.
I'll sit strictly in place
Slowing
My
Voice
Squirming my brains out for you,
Scratching this standardized paper,
Free. Safe.I compain aboutWorking 5:00amShifts before aTwelve-hour dayAt school.Enslaved.Raped.You'd killTo drive far away,In the dingy 1994 Honda Accord
I feel like a fraud whenever people applaud me;spitting proper sentences written in sloppy penmanshipmy brain is ten inch thick, but my wallet envelops zipget woozy when I swallow sips, you can tell from the yellow skin
The aroma hits the back of my throat like tension
in an abusive household
Yet
I take a bigger gulp
Hoping
the temporary darkness will last longer this time
I'd love you have you walk around instead of me
Take the notes and do what I do,
Yeah, you have already, and that's why you're in the front of the room
But you ought to do it again,
Often times
I find myself
Alone
In a dark alley
Around 2 am
Cigarette in hand
And the weight of the world
Resting
Ever so gently
On my
Too small shoulders
"You only live once",
is what they say.
But what does that mean?
To live is to love,
but you don't only love once.
You love your friends,
siblings,
parents,
When I was little, about 6 or 8 my dad built me a dream house. He built me my club house he built it with his bare hands. Those days when he was in my backyard creating his masterpiece was the most time I had ever consecutively spent with him.
Dear Society,
I have tried
And I have failed
My Friend I tried
A task that I couldn't nail
I am sorry oh dear Society
I cannot meet your criteria
There's a burning deep inside of me
Droplets of sweat run down my face.
The pounding in my head just won’t go away.
I know my turn is next.
The anxiety has my mind grasped ever so tightly.
It squeezes and squeezes, never letting go.
I panic.
When the voice of a distant cry
Wriggles under the paper prison you began
I start to grow into another skin
Yet, as soon as you turn your head towards me
The world slowly grows dead
Sometimes you just want to get away.
Get away from the world.
Get away from everything.
Get away from people; get away from the words they say
Get away from every sound, every noise, and every vowel holding you back
I'll hold you through the night.
For hours, in everyday, in every week.
Til It gets cold, alright.
No words would be right
Just hands to back, to get you geeked
I'll hold you through the night.
(Read top to bottom)
I am part of a dysfuntional minority,
and I refuse to believe that
I can change people's views.
I understand that it is difficult to grasp but,
"guns kill people,"
is a lie, and
It seems to me like we don’t have time for each other.
Technology’s supposed to keep us more connected,
But somehow we’re becoming more distant.
Sending texts of meaningless conversation,
Back in the day when everyone was wild and free
All these long haired, peace lovin girls would have babies.
Instead of the natural age for having a child at twenty - five or on
Respect
(Dedicated to all rape victims)
He was there standing before me
In my hand was an apple and cup of tea
Its complex but beautiful
from those first dribbles
and frustrating tears
to that first made three pointer
Its a journey
From the never ending supply of gatorade
I used to wake up with a smile,Every day was beautiful.I was 10.
But slowly.. Slowly..I let people drain away my smile.Slowly.. Slowly..I woke up annoyed,Irritated,Angry.
I am just ordinary, she
is so extraordinary
more than she can ever,
ever imagine.
When we met, we were lost
like bees trying to find its honey
we were lost.
Tapping the pencil against a desk, the scraping of a chair across the hardwood floor,running fingers along the keys of a piano lost in thought, what is that intangible, sweet tasting sound I've come to adore? My ears have per
She caught me when I fell.
She saved me from my own hell.
She carried me when I couldn't walk;
She gave me light when I saw only dark.
Behind her back I would see wings;
Just one step and…gone
Maybe in an instant
Maybe after a few minutes
Gone
Maybe it will be like the movies
Teaching me what the square root of x is
who founded the lands of America
and the latest novel is unneeded.
Teach me how to become a doctor
not about inequalities, vectors or venn diagrams
There are desks and "teachers", who speak but it's not teaching.
There are kids and rooms that try to pass as classes
but are really cells. There's a principal and his menions and
Music reminding me of you,
Is the music that's most sweetest.
Places that we were,
Makes places more beautiful.
The words that you spoke,
Made words seem so powerful.
People that remind me of you,
At what point on the 4 dimensional graph on which you are currently residing
-the graph labeled ‘life’ on every axis-
do you find yourself no longer climbing, but flattening out into a plateau,
Yo, I mean, Hey Professor,
I was just looking the other day at my laptop at the homework—
What? Oh, yeah, I know I should come to your office hours, but—
Hey, Teach! Yeah, you-
Coach of that game.
I have an A in your class
And you don't know my name.
Your main focus are those guys,
The "populars", the jocks.
But I have talent too,
Happiness doesnt always fall upon you,
you have to choose it and then persue it.
7 years ago, my world darkened,
my eyes were opened to how bad people really were,
She is
Tall
Brilliant
Gorgeous
Funny
Amazing
I am
Average
She is
A girl who, when she says "hello" her smile is genuine
And it makes your heart pound in your chest
Remember when you first rode your bike,
Or the first person that you liked,
Those are memories.
Remember your first night all alone,
That night when no one else was home,
That’s a memory.
Why am I Here?
The answer is not clear.
He has no lesson plan or teaching material.
He has never prepared notes or even a PowerPoint, so I ask, “Is this for real?”
Traps entangle the young soldiers’ feet.
They march carefully forward,
Hoping to avoid being caught in the scheme.
The trenches of which they follow,
Are the source of the younger generation’s,
Our heads are always in the sky.
Thinkin' about these scholarships and grants.
Maybe go to school to learn how to fly.
Or learn about plants.
We can go to class and learn about respiration.
Like those girls in the movies
Where's my prince?
That'll search how and low
For the matching fit
Like those girls in the movies
Where's my point guard?
That'll play me one on one
The world spins,
my pen twirls.
The curved hill becomes a rugged mountain,
and my fingers arch over keys.
I get slammed, I get broken, I'm stretched out and hung to dry.
(Note: Like the subject of this poem, the poem can be read "internally and externally": with or without the brackets. Enjoy.)
you puffed [yourself] out in front of me in front of everyone
I push myself beyond all limits, laugh doubters in the face, nothing and no one can keep me from reaching,touching, breathing you. My oath is to pursue you everyday and never tire of being by your side.
Death and sickness is a stranger to human lives. The same can be said for the timing when pen and paper bleeds words that cry.Tap. Tap. Scribble.
To express in prose
Is the work of a poet
For any fellow may give a rose
But few a sonnet
I cannot fathom which I love most,
The romance of chasing a muse
Or the art of drawing with words
I'm just another curious mind with a pen and an imagination
Trying so hard to be an individual but I'm just another face in this nation
Trapped thoughts and unspoken words that need to be heard
I write for the people who can't write.
The ones who don't have pens and pencils to write with, the ones who can't read,
or the ones who have no arms. I'm not picky.
I write for them, because if I don't, nobody will
Poetry
The words of wisdom I am allowed to speak
Speech, paint
Just express myself through these rhymes
Because Lord knows time is not on my side
Poetry
Make me feel the emotions unknowingly
The scratches on the papers are nonsensical to me.
If there's only one set answer, you see,
With that, you could fail indefinitely.
Math..numbers, they never cease to inspire me.
I sit with a post it,
Willing the words from my sophomoric mind,
And they do not come,
For I have nothing to say.
Do drugs make faces lie?
Does liquor deepen the hole?
Cut once to fill it.
When mirrors break,
glue can only dull shards.
Words change, propel, inspire,
Words give, comfort, guide,
Words cripple, damage, diminish,
but, words connect.
Words connect hearts, sentences, and people.
And words destroy connections just the same.
DECiSIONS
I'm very upset right now...
But I'm not gonna let it show through
I feel like I could just cry saying boohoo
I'm stronger than that
The woman I am, can stand,
charm eyed stare down
honey I see you shrinking
did you know drunk men
aren’t always drinking?
Dear friend, I have a best friend, who is just as good as you,
She is awkwardly funny and corky too.
Like you bring to your friend,
My friend makes me think miracles do exist.
Dreams of days that have not been,
Maybe someday, known not when.
If the future, dreams foretell,
To the present, fare thee well.
For days in progress, fondness lacks,
Closing doors behind our backs.
It is a window into the deepest, most intimate shadows of ones mind.It reveals their happy place,And also their darkest fears.It strips one down completelyLeaving them bare, naked, vulnerableFor all to see.
Wandering Words
A violin has potential to awaken a heart with her lovely tune
Just as words have the potential
To free someone
The pain that I felt over the years
The kind that brought those silent tears
The more I saw my heart break
The less of a women in myself I thought I could make
Many times I thought I fought my love
Broken streets mind is forced to travel,
Empty soul enforced to search.
Trembling hands hunt for redemption,
Merely paper they unearth.
Lips begin to quiver
As crystal escapes at last,
From day one we learn
We see the faces, hear the voices
School, as we grow
Lessons, every year
One thing we always gather
WORDS
From the voices
From our teachers
From our lessons
He writes poetry,
He writes art.
Poetry brings out the loud voice within him,
Poetry was the elation he needed during those dark moments in high school.
Yes, poetry was his anti-depressant. His drug.
The 5 senses I was blessed with became my curse
I saw, I felt, I smelled, I heard, i tasted what my life offered me
My hopes, thoughts, and dreams became deflected
I feel nothing; unaffected,
I approached love naive, unprotected.
Deep, raw, skin-to-skin contact - infected: with the disease.
Why didn't you tell me?
Music is my heroin. Headphones are my needles. Being able to drown you out is my highI dont tlk about my feelings. I do musical therapy. I feel better without talking.
When I left my birth country Cuba,
I swore to myself never to look back.
I was a child of four and yet I learned two valuable lessons that night that I left Cuba,
One: Parents lie,
For I was not going to the beach,
“Who Am I?!” You Ask.
I’ll tell you who I am!
I am Silvia
She who cannot be tamed
Portraying mischievous deeds
Doing good when no one sees
As I sit in my room I ponder the many reasons why I write.
A ponder and wonder and think for a moment.
I have many reasons, and I shall try to be contrite....
I write to escape.
Poetry
What it meant to me before
Just words written in a stanza
With rhymes and patterns
I knew that they’re art expressed in words
Little and unknowing, as a girl I would pick up what I didn't yet understand
The meaning so lost to new eyes
I want it
Time flies, the pen is now in my control, the paper my clay to mold
This paper understands me.
It catches the words that bleed from my mouth.
Cushions the blow as they fall to my desk.
This page is the place where I don't have to hide.
My pen is the bike for an open mind ride.
I could lie down on a small black couch
to fill the air with all my petty cares.
Or keep it bottled up inside
and let smolder,
until my face is lined, grey, and older.
Instead I use a pen, blank paper
It’s a deep breath for lungs that struggle to breath,
It’s a drink of water for lips that crack and bleed,
It’s sight for when all the light is gone and the world is black and horrid,
Habitually Speechless, attacked by my violent mind,
my mouth is a blocked exit.
Slammed against the glass of revolving doors, turning with no direction,
Poetry, who knew it could bring so much of an impact in ones life. It saved me from grabbing a knife, and has allowed me to make a strive. Poetry has kept me alive and away from trouble out in the streets.
Whenever I am down
when I can no longer take it anymore
bad thoughts goes through my mind
sometimes I want my life to end already
but what would that take me
I would only disapear
There’s a lot that could have been avoided
A lot that could have been taken care of
But wasn’t
There’s much that could have turned out different
Everything in fact
For the words that don’t come easy
The emotions that cease thee.
I am alone but am I?
Because when this pen hits this paper I fly.
No one can understand me better,
Than the words that flood this paper.
Life is like a puzzle
The whole picture is only seen at the end
Piece by piece, moment by moment it builds up
In a second it can be destroyed
After an earthquake you put the pieces back together
Come,
take a stroll with me.
To a land between reality
where life is full of surprises,
and nothing is what it seems.
Where the colors of the sunset
blend into the waves of the sand,
I'm from sweet ribbon candy,
along with fizzy bottle caps
like fireworks against my tongue.
I'm from Bon Jovi and Adam Ant;
the greatest hits buzzing in my ear.
I'm from Rick Springfield,
I think it started
With a fleeting glance.
I had to capture, somehow,
This moment in time provoking
A fluttering of my heart.
Then it became
My mode of voice,
Of choice.
The heart broken handshake is slowly crumbling around me
The acid of my heart dissolving the stitched remains
You blink at this darkening heart of mine
You turn away from the impending strom
To learn: a sweet honor, improvement the goal.
A true test of diligence, body, and soul.
This battle so daunting, while still in thy youth,
to search for the beauties and virtues of truth.
Smile Ashley!
Sit there and look pretty.
Only speak when you're spoken to.
Show each of them respect,
And God knows I did.
My heads pounding the more I smile.
In words, there is feeling
Love, Lust, and Hate
Despise, Passion, Adoration
We feel all these things, in association
With Words.
When words are released, feelings
A written poem has so much meaning.
A word like love, so broad-
A word like baby, so precious.
A poem helps you unwind;
like stretching before excercising.
Writing helps you release,
Poetry is more than just words. Poetry is Dimensional.. It lets you taste my nouns and swallow my verbs. With poetry you can take a step in my shoes. Experience my pain or my heartache. My trials and my tribulations. Why I do the things I do.
People may shake you, but never let them break you.
You are glorious, you are magnificent,
you are YOU.
Don’t be afraid to show your talents onto others,
Trying to get by in this day and time
Everyone wants to be accepted
But no one can hear you at night when you cry
Your emotions have now begun to be tested
I bleed the riddles
within the lines,
within the stanzas
So much so that I need the words of nourishment
to give me lively breaths
and keep the muscle in my chest movin
I was so close to nirvana but disaster had to come
Trembling, sweating dripping, heart beating like a drum
It could be all over in an instant
Leaving me crying in my bedroom, seeming senseless
I am from time well spent and moments lost,
Licking the cream from Oreos and
Summer days spent at the park.
Where I'm from we catch salamanders at the river,
Stay up late watching drive in movies
She missed the day he smiled
All that it reviled was an innocent child
The regrets of the child started to fade
Her heart was cut witha blade
The blood of a sweet, but soft serenade
Life, there's a battle to fight, there's a war to win. We cry, we hurt, we experience, we sin. Some are strong, some are known to be weak. We get through tribulations, but fold when rumors leak. We're lost so we write and find ourselves in words.
why is that people dont see what I see?
Is it too hard to comprehend that of which you have right before your eyes
daughters worth more than gold, the rarest pearls, diamonds, greater than the world
When you feel too much to speakJust close your eyes and dreamOf a place you feel strong and freeThat is what poetry is to me When no one understandsPick up a paper and a penWrite all your troubled thoughts upon herePoetry has been my lending ear A
I write because I am a citizen who has her rights to speak her mind,
To be able to say what spoken words cannot comprehend.
I write to give advice to the teens who don't have someone to confied into,
I write for the ones
Who cannot speak for themselves
For they are not given voices
But left dusty on the shelves
They make our country stand
In a spot so unreachably tough
Yet as hard as they try
my passions and dreams are what leads me today,
it's my dear mother that makes me stay.
her nagging and doubts pains me to keep,
but my heart burns a fire that comes in deep.
my passion to dance and sing and act,
Scowling eyes filled with growing tears,
which bleed and shed their seething fears.
A land once ruled by natural laws,
soon crumbled under political claws.
These eyes, they see what is now disowned,
An outlet
For uncontrollable emotions
When upset
I simply write poems
To express what I feel
I play with these words
It helps me heal
To write what occured
I write in this old composition notebook... pouring heart and mind into the pages
Letting the pen do the talking that I can't bring myself to say
Freeing the spirits trapped inside me, weighing me down
I write to convey feelings, of many different kinds.To expose the world and all it's wonder, to all of the curious minds.
I write for the moment,
I write for the pain.
Everytime I've been bullied, harassed, and full of disdain.
I write for my teacher who told me to pick up a pen, because of her I write for the children,
the women,
The hood will be the death of you. teens trying to be top man on the block but not trying to be to man of the class. See I'm really trying to do good and get an education, but all these gun shots and drugs are disrupting my concentration .
Wat If I couldn't do it and couldn't changed my mind,
Wat If I did feel rushed and out of time,
Wat If it was my fault that things had changed,
Wat If there was no way it could be the same,
Now that I see how you feel deep down
The words I LOVE YOU slowly drown
A gargled sound that means nothing forever
I know that we can't ever be together
Cause you and I are in two totally different worlds
Why am I crying...
Why would I shed a tear with no reason behind it...
Is my life leading me towards unhappiness,
Or am I just shedding a tear for each person that suffers each day.
I was wrong I've been singing the wrong song cause I realized that true love isn't planned.
In times of trouble
the river flows beside me
Comforts me, soothes me
Leads me to exicting places
The river carries words
and fits them together
in little crevices by the rocks
We all do it for a reason,
This little thing people call writing,
Some for buisness,
Others for social,
Some just want to be recognized,
Others just want money,
But we all have our reasons,
I was introduced to poetry at a young age
it seemed to soothe me when I was in a rage
it helped me get through those tough days
it helps me explain rather than sorrow in pain
Poetry is the new way of life
And culture is now the virtue
It speaks for those who cannot speak
Hypothetically
But typically
It targets the ones who perfom to a specific beat.
Poetry is love
Silence.
My heart beats
Slowly rocking me back and forth.
A whisper pierces the air
Can you hear it?
Of course not, I am alone.
How I wish for one,
Just one to break the stillness.
The reason I do things is just because.
The reason the ink stains are on my cover are because...
Some things just cant be explained.
Yet my poems can.
I write because it's what loves me.
Poetry is a gatewayThe cliché strikes againBut why is a break in a wall what poetry has becomeHumans are not wallsWe are living, breathing soulsWith the ability for loveFor heartbreakAnd for repair
Ever had a night terror that festers your mind, captivates your thoughts and completely blows your mind?
I write to relinquish these dreams.
As a slave to suffering, pain and sorrow,
I write to forget, until tomorrow.
Poetry is a most wonderful way to express
the thoughts that build inside of me.
I need to get them off my chest!
The release of all my feelings will surely flow
in beautiful melodious words.
In I walked to the class we call history
Ready to learn something about me
Heart skipping beats
Stomach leaping forward with a foolish anticipation
And sudden as the forces of gravity
It’s all ripped from me
Poetry is a river that calms the soul.
Poetry is rhyme told and told.
It moves me when I am down,
to places upon higher grounds.
"Poetry" the name, even has a soothing sound,
like a river, it calms me down.
Upon my junior year, then was my life
first moved by words which taught there's more to hear
within than I had ever known. So clear
had they become that I could feel the strife
You can’t make people be the composition notebooks or fast food napkins
for you to ink with your tribulations, triumphs, and tittering.
My voice is little but wants to be loud
It screams from the stage but expects to be drowned.
The sea is too massive for my voice to sail.
My voice sighs when it’s yearning to wail.
Rhythm, beat, meter, rules.
Why are poems dictated by schools?
If it is my expression, why am I graded?
It is, as if, my mind was raided.
Why I write when, how, what, and to whom do I write
To write what some may consider wrong or right
I live to write day and night to lift my spirits and feel alright
What whisper though the field lily
and lilac hush twixt Spring and Summer
am I to listen to?
And will it hear me too?
Open eyes, open heart
Never let the world tear me apart
Hold my soul and my spirit,
Because the end will come I can feel it
Take my time down the road
Cause it'll quickly go cold
My energy is real
For it is all that I can feel
And
The desire to attract
the perfect words
Fills the
gaps
that may lack
The ability to
B r e a t h e
…Deep within me…
A place to fall apart,
Poetry allows for self-expression.
A prayer for a mended heart,
Poetry can save someone from depression.
A person to rely on,
Poetry is a best friend.
I write for recognition,
Then throw anonymous behind it.
I write for expression,
Then edit the words that I really mean.
I write to stop thinking,
Then mumble about word choice.
I write to feel better,
Words are art
Art is meaning
Cold and gloomy outside doesn't matter when you have words at your finger tips
The expression of a lifetime filled in just a few stanzas
Standing there alone with no one I can speak to.
Standing there alone, with nowhere to receive any advices.
They think I'm strong as God and smart as Frankenstein, but whoa they are wrong.
“Why do I write?”
A question, many times, I’ve asked myself
But I could never find the words to explain
So the Question went back on the shelf
It's like the rain that falls,
The summer that calls.
The wind in my hair,
Caring about this the most.
To do so is an honor,
a privilege, a right.
I write to breath, to live,
to fight.
On a mid day in April, you have made a decision,
A decision to leave your country for my education.
Tearful goodbyes and hopefully minds,
Soon to be shaken by the terrible kinds
Of difficulties and obstacles
The darkest of nights within it emerges death himself. The night seems to become one with him as he walks towards me. He is like the moonlight so white it glows.
As I lay in my room listening to odd future. I ask myself "Do you get the big picture?" yes, maybe, so ,asi-asi, so-so, no. I love drake but I don't wanna be fake... to me.
My Christ,
lord and savior,
reign down on me.
I just wish everyone could see ya!
And the truth to be seen!
How can I show my God,
when all i do is sin.
Ball my life up in a wad,
Bought by my grandma, than passed
on to my mother, who then
passed it to me, is a little
piano with the notes
written on the
keys.
Though old and worn as a school girl's first
Our intentions are to find a better Life.
We come to this country to work that's all.
When we get here we are treated like bad people
We aren't given a chance to explain.
temptation, lust, decite...
tears, pain, defeat
my life had been filled with these deformities of life.
forgiveness, forgetting, reliving, believing.
happiness, wholesomeness, blessings, amazing.
When I go meet God,
I'm gonna have to give myself up to you.
Lose my life,
lose my heart,
lose my soul!
I have been dirty
and broken
and don't deserve your love.
You gave me life,
my first breath taken was yours first.
You loved me before I knew who I was.
You watched over me while I slept,
Letting peaceful dreams take me to a world not my own.
The Words Hit You Like Endless Bullets.
Face Them Head On, Never Give Way To It.
Heard It Once, Heard It Twice.
The Words They Through Out Are Meant For Your Demise.
Walking, wondering, wishing,
hoping, dreaming, thinking,
What could've been, should've been,
if you didn't slam that door again.
Icy cold, the winter wind,
blowing fierce against my pale skin.
There once were two lovers put onto a train
With nothing to lose but a lot to gain
As they were heading towards a new state
Without really knowing that they sealed their fates.
I thought of you - again - today.
Your song and music to which I would sway
Playing softly from this machine of mine.
I wonder if you will ever grow some spine.
The black mother could only shed one solitary tear.
To see her only son locked up for having no fear.
For being proud of his color, character, and his dream;
After all she planted the seed.
We all find it hard to stand under pressing hands
Insisting we comply to unjust commands and
Urging us to supply their rusty contraband
With ways to separate us underhand
By offering our hate and lusty self-demands
I DON'T ALWAYS CHOOSE TO TALK ABOUT HEARTBREAK
SOMETIMES I WANT TO VENT
LAY DOWN A PIECE OF PAPER AND GO AT IT WITH MY PEN
BATTLING ALL MY EMOTIONS WITH THE STROKE OF MY INK
LET MY FINGERS DO THE TALKING
They want a world full of white, but what good is that?
White is not unique
White is not bold
White is all I've ever been told
White is "pure"
White is "clean"
Yet all white has ever been is mean
In a world full of technology and communication
we all end up in a seemingly endless situation
in a world full of thinkers
and hopeless drinkers
the endless lovers
and overbearing mothers
Hate litters the street
tripping cause the feats are too large
packing people in clubs like clown cars
traveling far on an illusive high
trying to get by, leading to windows down
