ignorance
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Our limit of endurance
Doesn't always show appearance
Sometimes our often ignorance
Doesn't give us reassurance
A 17 year old boy put a bunch of firewrks on his head.The fuses were lit and when they exploded, he was dead.His mother was angry and tried to have fireworks banned.But there was something that his mother didn't understand.
i'm sick of writing poems instead of speaking my mind
but it's hopeless to dream because i will never find
someone to listen to me talk about my favorite shades of green
and the reasons behind my obsession with the unseen
Pain,
as bright as my neon highlighters
Statements,
bolder than the sound of my voice
Colored every which way
I trace
Over every word
So none feels left out
Because I know
It's funny.
I find myself running,
unable to breathe.
The pain in my feet told me to keep on going,
Even though my turning stomach disagreed.
I felt like I swallowed the whole ocean
Now When It Comes To Conversations...
And Making Sure That Talk Runs FLUID...
It Seems That Some People...
NEED To... “ Learn How To Do It “... !!!
It’s Just So CRAZY... !!!
That Just Before I Started Writing This Peace...
I Was Playing A Tune That Gave Me PROOF...
That These Words Are TRUE... !!!
Some People CHOOSE...
Yup... I'm Used To Them Now.. !!!
People Acting FOUL … !!!
Cos' of Things That Come Out of My LOGICAL Mouth … !!!
LOGICAL Thoughts That Seem To Wage WAR … ?!?
In The Minds Now Inclined To … Live In DENIAL … !?!
Ya Know Over The Years I’ve Had A LOT Heads Say...
That The Words That They Hear In My Wordplay Arrays...
Are Things That Display A... LOT of RAGE... !!!
Beware of The HAIR YEAH... BEWARE of The HAIR … !!!
DON'T You Dare STARE In Case My Hair...
Decides To SCARE And ATTACK Your Lair … !!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah It May Get DREAD And... LOCK Like Feds' " … !!!
I’ts not that I’m insouciant,
I just can’t find the shape of tongue
To inform you of your ignorance;
To tell you the ways of the world,
In a moment or less.
Ya Know I’m Getting SICK of THEM...
Heads Who... “ Pretend “...
To Be Your ...... “ Friend “......
I’ve Said It Before And I’ll Say It AGAIN... !!!
I've Been HERE... I've Been THERE...
I've Even Been... SCARED... !!!
But The Places I've Been...
Go BEYOND... Truth or Dare... !!!!!
Ya Know ... It REALLY is True ... !
A LOT of People AIN'T Cool ... !!!
And Be Trying Their BEST To Bring You STRESS ... !!!!
Some It Seems Are ENVIOUS Thieves ...
Who Be PLOTTING Schemes And DEVIOUS Deeds ... !!!
Chocolates, roses, all around,
The smell of lovely charity.
Masses unknowingly drowned
In love that lacks all clarity.
Commercials spin me for a twirl,
The hammer quickly drives the nail;
You Know it's Funny To Me How Some People Be ...
It's Like HYPOCRISY ... DEFINES Their Breed ... !!!
Like White Girls QUICK To Run Their Lips ...
About Racists Who They Sleep With ... !?!
Sitting behind a desk encaged by walls of gold
What did I do to deserve the world and more
I’ve never felt true hunger and I’m rarely ever cold
These Days I See So MUCH IGNORANCE ... !!!
From People On The Street ...
To Those Who CLAIM To Be The BEST of Friends ... !!!!!
And Those Who've Made Your ... " Acquaintance " ...
"Nice to meet you !"
I love poetry for its blank spaces,
for its constant wondering
and the shape of the words on a page.
For different reasons
than why I love math.
Why Does My Appearance Offend Most Folk ... !?!
I DON'T Sell Coc'... !!!
I'm NOT An Ignorant Bloke ... !!!
I DON'T LIKE ... " Crack "... !!!
But Sometimes ... Like A Smoke ...
I reached for you.
and in the darkness,
I was unaware that you,
were the monster I feared.
Now, I do not fear monsters.
I fear ignorance.
Pretty pink elephants.
Plenty of pastel plants.
Pleasant pleasantries,
Hide perfectly placed “you can’ts”
Beautiful blue hues.
Obvious obligatory societal rules.
High horse views,
That's what it means
To concede to the fear,
To feed the bearer,
To bleed from the wounds,
bestowed on you
from the pain you've taken
even the words you've spoken
to make it all better
The only creature
who truly knows freedom:
high-flying bird
Give me freedom or
Give me DEATH!
I'll settle for rights.
A 16 year old
with car keys in hand
The silence grips my heart
Hangs over me like a dark group of clouds just waiting to rain
Don’t speak.
Don’t speak.
I tell myself
Silence can kill a game.
Silence has much shame.
Silence rings with pain.
Silence does not end with change.
Silence keeps fears locked away.
Brother, father. A son and daughter.
See, fresh water.
Look, there’s an otter!
What’s an otter doing underwater?
We are not exposed to reality until we meet Light.
We’ve only met Darkness and he was twisted, but our comfortability kept us yearning for his touch... his embrace.
Historians agree that our ancestors lived in caves.
Sheltered under a rock, we adapted to walls,
a safety mechanism.
From caves to townhomes, we kept our walls,
built a fourth one,
shaded the windows,
There was a newspaper headline a few days ago
‘America Is Weeping’
All I could think was
So you chose to join the party?
There are days I could scream
scream at the top of my lungs,
scream untuil my voice is gone,
silenced like my voice is now.
I could scream and never be heard,
so I do not even open my mouth.
Dear Ignorance,
We've had some great years together.
Probably the happiest years of my life.
You've kept me safe,
well, feeling safe.
I see now that you were watching out for me
So I'll play my violin
A scale, G scale, D and E
Begins caving.
Up and down the staff
I'll go
As the oceans flood and flow
As the world is burning, burning
I will play what I'd been learning.
Dear Lover I am writing this,
Because I love you.
There isn't a reason why I love you
Although I love the way your smile puts a smile on my face
I am afraid to love something that is so pure yet wrong
To be a bird flying against a current going To Who knows where
It's getting darker.
A tornado tears through lands,
But I feel so bad.
The impact is colossal.
I wonder if it's my fault.
You think I'm smart,
I'm really not
You think I'm brave,
but no
You think I'm upbeat,
proud,
happy,
When I often succumb to
the darkness inside of me
Just because I like pink
Boom! Crash! Snap.
"We can't protect the fallen.
We can't relieve the screeching
Even if we try."
Trembling and weak
I tried to list out all the problems in society.
But there are so many in this country.
Racists and Rapists run rampant,
Some even run for office
And they get elected.
It was Wednesday, November 9th, the day after
Our heads throbbed with the reality
that Donald Trump won, and Hillary Clinton lost.
Our eyes spilled over, like an uncontrollable landslide,
blocking the road ahead.
Grim are the days when
Grass does not whisper
And silent run streams
But no one listens
To know the difference
There is an old token sayingThat wisdoms comes with age,And yet I find myself upon this stage With one who is twice my age,And I know I am much wiser than he. Battle tested and scarred,Raised with a hint of nobility,Do I succumb to his sagacity?Hi
We the people,
We the great,
We the wonderful,
We the states,
Remember when you were young?
Ever since I was a child I knew what it meant if you could catch a star.
Happiness, warmth and light.
Things that most people in humanity, including me, can only dream of.
Oh you poor little humans,
You Selfish Ignorant Humans
you think that your cause is right,
but your fight is not a just cause.
You fight for injust reasons
hoping for change
I am what you call a latina
Just another mexican niña
I am what you call a pansexual
Once again another ignored label
America the Great
Dear White People...
tell me you understand
band together
in time of umbra
ban together
and stuff me in bras
Glassed inbetween two mirrors that stare shame inside,
Worlds are closing black that shuns any air fading in.
Red defines beauty and guilt inside one's rusted garden.
Flowers wither away among the windless souls
These days children are crying
Old people are dying
The privileged are whining
"Why can't everyone have MediCare!"
"That's so not fair!"
Why do they hate us?
They sit upon their skyscrapers
With eyes malicious and green with lust.
They feast like kings and hiss like serpents,
I'm done hidding
in the shadows.
Let the poeple come
with their words as daggers,
and their glares as swords.
Let the people come with their arrogance
that buries hopes and dreams
When I fall, I fall into sleep,
When I sleep, I sleep in peace.
When in peace, I think of violence,
Violence that leaves my voice hoarse.
The strange thing though, when in sleep,
i hate myself,
i hate how i am given all i need in life, without question.
i hate how am labled as just another sterotype of my race.
i hate how if im sad, im asked if im 'depressed' again.
In the biting cold I walk,
Barefoot and in tattered attire,
My dirty pants, ripped at the knees,
Folded at the waist and tied to my body
By an old and dirty rope coming apart,
This is me, this is morning,
His smile is so enticing.
It yanks them out of an abyss,
His promises,
Are the music that wake them up in the morning.
Help!
I did it again.
I walked to the priest with my face reflecting pain.
I said to him, “Priest, you are the modern quintessence of Cain!”
“Priest, you are this society’s pain!”
Tell Me Again of how your privilege is comparable to the suffering of those who built the pedestal you preside on.
What is left after we go our separate ways?
Never to see each other again,
When once we saw each other everyday.
after all the words are spoken,
The things that they said that left me broken.
How much longer can I hold on?
Hold on to this reality,
The smiles that I place
On my usually tiered face.
Hold on to this image that you see
A confident girl that is happy.
Immigration… I can barely begin to talk about it Immigration is a hot topic in the news these daysTrump says kick the foreigner outKeep the American paidBut the foreigners paved the wayYou see without my people There wouldn’t be what is todayBut
I have nothing to say that has not already been said.
This exact sentence in this exact way has already been formed.
I cannot be clever the way you ask me to because clever is a cliché.
Clever shadows cutthroat.
I met a man upon the road.
He walked with mournful tread.
Upon his back he carried
A load of bulk and dread.
He smiled at me politely
Dropped his baggage to the ground.
Not everyone understands
What it's like to be…
How to put it…
Different?
And I'm not talking about
That circle peg square hole bullshit
I'm talking about
The open chest cavity feeling
Wasted days filled with dreams,
Dreams made up of meaningless nights,
But the nights destroy the days,
And doomed are we who see it.
Just as Eden, all was well for a time,
Ever sweet perfection in paradise -
The came the sorrrowful, eternal crime,
Temptation caused the grandest sacifice,
Like Icarus soaring high as can be,
Narrow minds
stuck in wide subdivisions
They are but hopeless strings
on a Puppet Master’s creation
"I'm just tired..."
Excuse one for the silence that ensues.
She listens as he tells her he refuses to hurt her
Pick up
One piece, then two—
More if you so desire.
Make them one interlocking whole.
Better.
This test
Will not be solved
By gluing several bricks.
There once was an ignorant boy.
Who dreamed, only, of love.
He dreamed of passion, and dreams.
He dreamed blissful dreams of love.
One day it hit him.
Someday she'll be gone, she'll have left all alone.
They'll catch on eventually, without having known
The puzzle pieced burden of her created norm,
How she sobbed through the nights, braving the storm.
Once upon a time, a bird
(a young and fragile thing)
Far far above the treetops, tall,
To the wind her song did sing.
She lived inside a birdhouse
Swayed from branches high.
Ignorance is such a beautiful thing,
But oh how toxic it can be.
You poisoned my mind with words of beauty,
Songs of joy my heart did sing,
Caricature they remain for they haven’t purity.
Streaked thoroughly with grime and mud
A downcast shadow shall remain their possession.
No one respects those that do not follow in line
The moment I mention his name,
Like the silence of the dreams they haven't yet killed,
The room becomes quiet and still.
Their words like whips
"CRACKS!" start to fill the room
Slicing gashes on my heart.
I see
Native Americans: We stole this from you
Black people: We brought you here
Mexicans: Get out and stay out
I felt my eyes shut tight and my hands begin to rise,
towards my ears, trying to block out the ghastly cries and
heinous shrieks of those who had
nothing more to hold on to, nothing more to try and survive for,
Woo hoo. Donald Duck film at school today.
I'm so happy I'm five, cause now I get to do
all the fun things and stuff.
Donald showed me what to do if a fire comes to my house
I feel the shadow of fear creeping down the dark hall
slipping noticed into the room - my eyes squinched tight
But i know that shadow even with my eyes closed don't I
am I crazy?
so I've been fucking told!
I always thought I would save the world from pain.
Tiptoes, softly, gently steering
he towards me, and me I'm fearing
thief of childhood ever nearing
INNOCENCE OF 8 EYES DIE
He who increaseth knowledge, increaseth sorrow they said.
Is this why our days feel ominously dead?
Is this why we find difficulty facing tomorrow?
He who knows both dark and light,
You’re looking in his eyes
And you seem to be falling for his lies
You can’t seem to see
The secrets behind that smile
You don’t know
That honesty isn’t his style
A tender muted rain drips through the trees like lead paint down a child's throat.
Surrendered couples romantacize in fields of oleander.
An ode to God clings to the fingertips of the esteemed criminal.
At my school I am surrounded by wealth
The girls are so beautiful, great outfits, great health
Their lives seem so easy and effortless, never a thing to bring them down
I'm a very secretive person, I lurk in the shadows. I come and go like some godfather. I hide behind my mask, built off of past experiences.
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 .
They say ignorance is bliss.
But what an ignorant belief that is.
How can anyone go on in life without knowledge?
If your parents had not taught you how to walk or speak, you would not be the person you are today.
Pineapple Express he is my love
They softened their frozen words for
No one
Trapped in angel white curtains and
High income taxes but
Delicate does not lie.
I want to drink from the fire
So much
Like a wicker chair
used with fondness
for it's reliability and appropriateness in its setting
ratters and tears under the use of what it was create to do
But, another question
My leige?
Shady faces.
You only know If you fit the status quo
Friends that aren't my friends at all
People who act like they're better
but I was once a friend of yours
what changed since then?
If Happiness Were a Nightmare
The stars gaze down upon him
His eyes stare back in a mutual relationship
Sleep no longer grants him rest
Optimism is fine but realism is better
Ignorance is bliss and you have mislead her
Fake it and make it what you want it to be
Leaving to dust all you’ve given to me
Special credit and thanks to Mr. Elliott Morgan--YouTuber, comedian, and thinker of deep thoughts. (Quote at bottom, courtesy of the aforementioned.)
Oftentimes we lose
the meaning, or the point.
attention, affection,
hugs so tight!
He's invincible-
brighter than the stars at night.
a doctor, an astronaut,
Singer in a band,
books in his mind
are a future in his hand
his hands caresses every curve of my undeveloped body
every touch; it burns of sin
i scream but no one hears me
i struggle but he wont stop
tears, anguish and frustration
sweat escaping through help
We of all people, the humans of this century
who have made many outstanding advances
should clearly see this enemy
hiding in our men's stances
Somehow we look over it
Should I have hiden my desirable body
Because boys will be boys
Should I have coated my body with clothes
Because it was tempting, it was not his choice
Should I of kept my guard up
There is a yard
And a great tall tree
Instructing what to draw and write
There is a fence of chain
Between the lilacs and me
There is a garden
That only grows dirt
It was dark and crowded.
It smelled like cigarrettes and desperation.
If one more man looks at me like I am an entree, I think i will explode.
I tell them I have a boyfriend.
I tell them I am a lesbian.
I ain't doin this to gain fame.
Malc got me thinking about changing my last name.
This shit to the man must be a game.
Can't even say white man now
cause the presidents gotta black face.
It’s quite ignorant of you to think we’re all ignorant on purpose.
Yes, we do know there are many different variations of things in the world,
I go to school, isn't it obvious?
Sixteen year old girl with a backpack,
It's pretty clear to see.
I go to classes, then lunch, then class again,
Hop the bus, go home, do homework go to bed.
A few streets down
away from this perfected outer shell of blissful indulgence that we have created
lies
a city of
distorted faces,
starvation,
violence.
Ignorance is the new world powerThey say they give us education but feed us from a spoon coated in arsenic
Governments claim they want what is best for their country
We're brainwashed so we will cower
Black smoke looms over the horizon
Ignored by the world around.
The people instead look at the sun,
Ideally, there, hope is found.
The elephant in the room
No one wants to mention.
Thousands of tombstones filled my sight
Millions more are covered by the night
Bodies of humans rot underground
As the world continues to spin around
Fear is great heights and great depths
Darkness and Brightness
Fear is something new and something old
It is a sin and yet so natural
A lust for safety
A lust for comfort
Rip off the mask to face it
One question
Floating freely
Through thoughts scrambled, tousled, archived
Like the thud against the wall
Nearly silent.
But always there. Whispering.
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.
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
What Makes Me Tick
The sound of scratching,
On a chalkboard.
Using a pen and not putting the cap back on;
My thumb is
genty caressed by
two hundred and
fifty pages.
Caught on one,
my eyes whisper
over the paper.
The top left hand
corner is stained
with the words
"of existence."
Ignorance abundant
Leaves me reluctant
Suppressing your emotions
Your life is so redundant
My dream job would be: a kid.
Now, that may seem utterly ridiculous.
Well, it's "right" to think that, in a way.
Experience may say differently to my choice,
But first, hear what I have to say.
Ignorance is said to be bliss
But is it?
Surely there must be something inside us
something screaming, "Why are you not looking around?!"
Instead of acknowledging a homeless man starving
There’s this ball in my throat,
Holding back what my eyes vent
I scan the room of distracted people
Accidently isolating me from their content
Act normal. Act normal.
What a small problem.
If I had the chance to change one thing
To a better world, this change would bring
The eradication of ignorance for discrimination would be key
Freedom from this cage in which we keep
Earth is such a wonderful place to live,
It is such a shame humanity takes yet fails to give.
The consistency of life continues to unfurl,
The ignorance of mankind will end the world.
Ignorance is blindness,
and blindness is ignorance.
We walk these hollow streets,
thinking we are fine,
when truly
we are walking on
an abhorrent line.
Ignorance is blindness.
All of us have our moments when we see others feeling down
It is our job to reach out , grab them and pull them up from the ground
Looking around this room, I hope most of you will understand
What would you change?What would I change?When not just one thingEven more than just a few come to mindWhat does that say?TrappedIn a world whirlwinding in such disarray
The fear of newness
Could also be called the fear of change
Why change what you are used to?
Why make the switch from old to new?
Or is neophobia the fear of not understanding? the fear the unknown?
I watch us all
Live our lives in self-enclosed bubbles
We cry out
"Me me me!"
Selfies,
Selfish,
Silent cries resound throughout the night
Pleading to be heard, their eerie symphony reaching silent ears.
I have inspiration; I just can’t put it together.
I have dreams; I just don’t know where to begin.
I have hope; I just don’t show it.
We preach peace, yet declare war.
We want to end world hunger, yet we toss food on the daily.
We want to attain the best education, yet we are charged more than we can afford.
The poor teenage girl sits in her room to cry
Remembering all the mean things said today
"Lose some weight! Wear a mask! Just drop dead and die!"
On her bed, knees hunched, tears fall
Ignorance
Ignorance is bliss they say,
Then why does it lead to so much hurt and pain
If you do not know what goes on in the real world,
I wish you could see
how i long for thee.
More than just predictably or physically,
but rather relentlessly
My screams echo against my own ear drums.
Yet, no one even turns a head to save me.
Do you hear me?
Like small specks in the sky,
We watch things flow by.
We laugh, we play, we smile,
but do we ever think for a while?
No one would guess.Who would have thought?But two and two is four.Put it together.It can't be that hard.Look at me. Can't you see the pain?Can't you see the hurt?I wear a smile
I am your darkie.
Your raisin in the sun.
Your guide to trendsy, urban culture;
Your go-to-girl for the 'black perspective'.
A pawn in your game.
You smile in my face, spewing your venom.
And I smile,
i wanna be free, like in the books that i read, let my words mean more tha
There it goes again.
Another fist to their jaws,
Another bomb to their world
That you promised was bombsheltered.
They’re sick and tired
Of being tired and sick.
Yet you’ve done nothing
if I were you,
and you were me,
how happy then would I be?
I'd know how you feel,
and you I,
but would you be able to look me in the eye?
for you'd know my secrets,
all my lies,
I do not wish to say a damn thing to you and your hypocrisy
Damnation of existentialism driven by your thoughts of “true” Christianity
Scrunched face and squinted eyes
I am blind to people’s ignorance,
However ignorance is bliss.
And I still have tolerance,
As I wait for an aching kiss.
I am dumbfounded
By his beauty.
And yet it is astounding
What is one but an empty shell whom you haven’t taken notice.
As he stands, wavering in his insecurities, you mock him, unknowingly.
How can he but admire from afar, knowing you suppress any interest even on a mutual level?
I want to ask you
if there is some connection
between the religious pendant on your wrist
and the dark skin that it halos.
I want to ask you
if you can feel the collective sigh
The words scathing my ears, pouring from your mouth
You assume that I do not understand
But I suppose you haven't taken the time
To see the scars beneath my hand
You don't know my struggles
Different x5
You see I am different
No matter which way you...
Swing it, write it, or say it
Say it, write it, or swing it
Different I am
Can I ask you a question?
Of course I can, you’re a teacher
That’s what you do, you teach
You’re supposed to be a humanist and not behave like a leech
But do you really understand what that entails?
Blind words lead no where,
blind thoughts get no where,
blind concernes never see the light,
and blind is your fear that we will not survive.
We may not pay attention,
we might not be too bright,
Take a look inside my life I bet you think it's perfect no strife but its actually the opposite the constant consonant of a continent that's how my life is when you look on the other side but it feels like there's nobody by your side it's tough.
Please Note: There is a trigger warning for this poem.
As she covers her arms, she covers her whole world.
A world rooted in pain
With no gain
Of freedom from The Blade.
The children, the children
Will anyone care
A little girl just wants somebody to care
So badly, so badly
They want to be loved
Who to call mommy
Who to call daddy
I do not belive you they say,
As the Pope sold your soul away.
In order to bypass Hell,
Buy a ticket, sell, sell, sell.
I do not believe you they say,
As JFK was shot that day.
How am I?How am I?I'm fine
I'm fighting back rageAt a broken down system
I'm crying in painFor accepted ignorance
I'm screaming bloodFor everyday injustice
Ignorance is not bliss.
Ignorance is shattering.
Ignorance is cruelty.
Ignorance is isolating.
To my father whose blows bruised my body and my heart
Who did everything in his power to make me feel like less of a man
Whose hands, rough and worn by the harsh realities of life, I still fear to this day
I write to you.
You know that this is a war,But what are you fighting for?You drop words like bombs,Through the destruction you're still calm.You don't argue for a right,You just argue to start a fight.
thighs have a testimony but those stories can not be shared
too many disguise their cares
and I rather be shy than shed tears because I have fears
of being penalized for my thighs
You told her, “You can do it all!”
So she tried to climb a mountain
But she couldn’t afford a harness
So she went to sell lemonade
But you said, “Aim higher!”
So she went to sell wooden knickknacks
Terrorism Isn't Me
There is one thing that has been bothering me
That I must address
It bothers me
Facing Adversity
There is one thing that has been bothering me
That I must address
It bothers me
Just like a pest
They see pain and suffering all around,
And pray to ease the yolk,
I see another pack of noodles,
And just another bottle of Coke.
They see hypocrites and liars,
Fighting for what they know is right,
I stand before a two way mirror
Looking as a Widow
That is
Out of What (?).
The Fall gets longer, higher
As I stand
Unknown of what lies ahead.
Could be a World of bore
Or
Zombies.
Shuffling in a straight line.
Thirsting for the one thing.
Never satisfied.
Zombies.
Draw fake smiles on their faces.
Everyday the same.
They follow the rules, they say their graces.
I am from the dry desertthe sands that dance in the windI am from the heat of the sunthat warms our heart at the time of warI am from the coldness of the winterthat settles in our hearts during tough timesJust because I'm a Muslim and and Afghan,d
Come with me my friend
to a place where chimneys stack & stretch high
against an expansive black sky
Where three-legged laboradors run free
through the busy wild streets
They have always asked us a question
Judged us like a book cover
And they expect us to answer
We’ve been through harsh times
Of discrimination because of our skin
I hate you so much don't you know
That I can't stand you, why won't you go
You make me scream and hold my head
As I sob and wish that you were dead
I remember back when I had cared
You say "we are all equal"
That this is home of the free
Yet you judge by my color not knowing what you see.
I could be red,purple,gold,or silver
But you look at me like I'm a stone figure
You're brittle and straining
Transparent and weak.
A ghost of a smile
Fading before your poisoned eyes,
A skeleton locked in a treasure cove.
You live amongst valleys and ridges and mountains.
I walk these ghetto streets to and fro
People have come but most of them go
Looking around for a ray of sunlight
Darkness follows me without the moonlight
I have been on this decrepit road forever
Here I stand with a poster board in hand.
I look at you as you try to avoid me.
In your A/C, as you turn the radio up.
I'm struggling.
I am dying on my knees, when I want to stand on my feet.
Indifference blinds my generation with ignorance, it’s a lack of concern, of attention and lack of interest, for other people, for life, and for God in every sense.
A dark cloud consumes me as I walk through a field of crow
Less than half way I fall with a tough blow
The crows begin to peck at my exposed body
Pieces of me blew away
As I try to remember why I stay
It is best to be a beautiful fool
When others are being cruel
You should pretend not to see
You should never believe
The truth behind the lies
The truth behind the cries
And stay in a fairy tale
knowing when to run , knowing when to fly
Knowing when to look back, knowing when to question why
knowing when to run , knowing when to fly
knowing when to live, and knowing how to survive
Every morning Dad comes home
Exhausted and shattered by his work
The money wouldn’t be asked more.
Fumblingly his hands in the kitchen
Quick cooking for breakfast as dinner,
Quick eating but no one asking for.
Cliques are just a form of people who have heartless thoughts , & feelings that you can't bare to think of with their evil stares demon like thoughts surround me every day, the way they move like a pack of cheetahs looking for their prey to fe
A penny for your thoughts,
A nickel for your mind,
Worth much less than a gem found in a mine.
They value the mines more than the mind,
Diminishing its worth with the passage of time.
Vanilla cream curdles in blackberry tea;
I didn't know.
Dish soap suds, scented
With childhood and artificial lemon,
Sting my hands,
Chapped, graceless.
I shaved a sliver from my thumb with a paring knife
A man named ignorance evaluates another, eyes blinded and ears deafened,
He watches, but does not see, he hears, but does not understand.
A woman is breastfeeding.
Her son lies under a blanket.
“That’s disgusting,” you say.
“Put that away!”
He husband sits
As the older son runs wild.
“Do something.
That kid is obnoxious!”
Wanderer,You spite me by walking offYou conjure no mind to clearly or bravelystep outside the ashes of ignoranceBelief has no mind for you, having turned your back
Sadistic you are
Weary is I
The battle has been won
Are you proud?
Is there enjoyment in pain,
pain that you have caused?
Do I deserve it, no
It hurts.
Flash.
Flash.
White on a black background.
They strike up like pale flashes of moonlight in the void of space.
No stars.
Tha-dump.
Thudump.
Tha-tha-dump.
ignorant they are
higher they get faster they drop
blowing a blunt behind the yard
soon i hop they hit the grave
government strives to get them up
ignorant am not
straight A's all year
Hours go by so slow yet weeks string past
One minute you're at the cafe sipping tea
The next you're on a boat fixing the mast
But not everyday is an adventure out at sea
I see through you like clear water
Like an absent man's daughter
Positive on the outer
But deep inside you are a doubter
Intelligence used to be a virtue,
Ignorance used to hurt you,
But in the past few decades the roles have reversed . . . I though about rhyming but now it's a free-verse,
I tack a portrait of you to the classroom wall
--You--
Gorgeously lit in the the frame of a window
Appear in the grays and blacks and whites of the photograph
Peering questioningly at all who view You.
Passing by their faces show,
The ignorance hidden deep below.
I read their faces like a book,
Absorbing every dirty look.
Fear and guilt consume their eyes,
Unconcealed through pretty lies.
