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i was asked to decribe myself.  i am that person that is seen not heard,  i am the person that always sits in the back of the classroom, i am the person that is always zoning out, 
Depression is like a record player With a new record every week and it’s always scratched Right at the saddest chorus With all the saddest chords Those who never pleased the lord
Why must I lose everything I own?
Why must I lose everything I own?
I came into existence, naked yet clothedwith innocence and unaware,bathed with my mother’s blood,old folks heard me cry and were so glad.I came not into this unknown sphere by my own will
The mind always love to talk but the body never wants to walk. The Soul always thinks its pure but nobody else will ever know for sure. You can say things you would never mean do things without a even care
Slowly and slowly fly the mighty feathers: the uncanny wrath bearer, The poacher's prey, the bald bizzare stigmatic cryptic creature, The ecosystem's majestic role player!
TOMORROW, I'll cry for all the world,for all the things gone wrong.I will cry for every techered bird who has lost her joyful song.I will cry for ever flower who has lost his colour.
Last night, in my dream,while i wandering in the wild landsand crossing silent shadows,i met a word and ask:''What's your name?''My name is loveand i'm alone in life,i need you,
i  saw a little leaf to whirling in the wind,didn't want to fall from the treebut the leaf keeps falling over,i prop it up, it falls again .At the end, the heartbroken leafleaves a tear when it falls
Our life a dazzling dream and the death a new arrival,there is no end and never was a begginning.Thousand centuries will gone and will leave faint signsin the breaths of time, thousand suns will light up
To dream with the black man in one eye and the white in the other,
My child, let your life come into the world of darknesslike a spark of light, without flicker and pure,and thank them in silence. You know, my child, they are cruel in their greed and envy,
After time,people will say,in those years,  we lost the meaning of we,we lost the sense of universalityfound ourselves prisoners into ego,in a long soliloquyand the infinite life reduced to i,  
All humans on earth are one.We descend from the same family of common ancestors.We are, in a quite literal sense, siblings,and like siblings we depend on each other's loveand care and responsibility.
Everybody is going through some shit right now. Trying to figure out how they're going to dig them selves out, and the shovel that they need nobody can afford. And, It really makes you wonder what this life's for?
Let's cleanse our inner self from cobwebs of greed n envy Let's decorate our persona with modesty n generosity Let's make rangoli of care, empathy n kindness Let's outshine the darkness of suffering n oppression
 Part 1 of a 6 part poem written to my mom using different body parts as a guide to weave each poem together. This one depicts her eyes & mouth.     A deep dive into the ocean
Miami was a charm of a city What difference does that make me I learnt to rise and not feel usual hurt.  Time after time it was pleasure for every measure.   Love was the spice of my life 
“Let me in, inside your mind, my goals are simple...I am the worst they come, a cold-blooded monster, wanting your soul. There is no end, I will not stop till blood is on my hands.” In darkness, he follows
This one is for the girl with the semicolon tattoo.This one is for the boy who keeps his head down in the hall.This one is for the twins who everyone loved and then--Wait, what happened again?
Your story isn’t over; It’s the beginning of a new chapter; A new chapter where you are the hero But still your own villain;
This disease can come out of nowhere, and can try to take everything from you. It is understandable to cry and to think about why this had to happen to you.
Hey little jazzier girl..................        Dusky skinned with lil curls        Elated, intrepid and demure Plethora of dreams, intentions pure  
Hello Mr. mustang, please don’t text while you drive Unless of course you are ready to die In that case please don’t do it here When children and innocent people are near For not everyone is prepared for their death
growing up the antonym of easythe symptoms hit meand everything changed   I am still the samebut in some ways I amdifferent  
Talk to me about depression And what it feels like to be lost and hopeless Where loneliness exceeds all expectations Where darkness is smelled and tasted and felt Around you like a very wet heavy blanket
  ​Hi brethren,  I greet you in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, The Messiah. I read these words of Antony De Mello and I thought I should share with you.  
Everyday, people are wanting to die. Everyday, many people try. Few are successful, Others are not. All of this is dreadful. Why is none of this taught?
Everyday, people are wanting to die. Everyday, many people try. Few are successful, Others are not. All of this is dreadful. Why is none of this taught?
Alone. Looking out watching as kids play outside the run-down cheap motel grounds. Watching as I see a little girl, no older than 5, smile as her mother ran after her.
My heart is heavy asking will I ever  be good enough for myself. When I look at myself why do I peer through my reflection like it’s nothing?  Like I am nothing. Even when I say I am good enough and 
It’s an  Anxiety   That doesn’t  Need to be diagnosed  But it’s felt And it’s known Like Brown 
I had a red-eye from the kick and start pills I used,  coupled with a red hot bonner. It was half past six and I had gone 6 rounds,  lubricants from my last condom drained out.
The pain he leaves you with is not your identity. You are not what he said you are and “crazy”,
I could never come to terms with how  you viewed me.    You’re so pretty.  You’re so capable. You have so much potential.   You said that to me the other day.  
a silver paintbrush runs along a soft canvas leaving red waves in its wake trading in  pain for euphoric numbness chasing away the voices with an artistic flair when the sun rises the canvas is hidden 
Silence is the real menace Cause it will weaponize our fear And one day turn back around To when my friends were all here   Billy went to fight in the war And didn’t return the same
Can you see Oh’ Can you see What are you looking at What do you see Can you see Oh’ Can you see What are you thinking What do you see Can you see Oh’ Can you see What’s happening right now What do you see Can you see Can you see What do you see Lo
Unfamiliar   A child, scared at their own shadow, Pondering its own unfamiliarity, Slightly,
Arid remarks Shrugged-off side glances Painted with painful disdains Torment and colorful disgust Intrinsically defined by nothing but Side comments and catcalls— Little girl.
I don't think i need a partner necessarily to be happy- i think if anything i need more self love.
bright striped leggings and rubber boots outside but inside something much darker   something she has seen
I must be cautious in the words i say; I dream to be educated in every way. To banish opression that keep us down; To uplift whom feel submerged as if they drown.
isolation. seclusion. the crowded emptiness of popularity the silent longing and the 'bottomless pit'. maybe a self-imposed quarantine. loneliness is the starvation of the soul from the
Awaken she A newness of heart A rebirth of the mind   Quietly she embraced The day as the night slipped away
“How do I grow?” Asked the rock to the tree. “I want to have arms, so I can move and be free.” “Is that what you really see?” asked the tree.
I have been in the bowels of hell, Witnessed the Devil’s breath And seen the Grace of Angels.
my grandmother says I’m lazy, yet I am fully aware of the tasks that are meant to be done before me. I am fully aware of the miles of debris left behind my trail.
She makes sure everything tucks in, So that she check out, And gets checked out by strangers, to open doors she can walk through.   His family isn't the blood type,
  Small words taught me to sympathize   with strangers and their inner tides.  
 What poetry has taught me is easy to see.  It's made me actually deal with, well, me.   I have learned that it's okay to have insecurities. It's alright to acknowledge the anxiety.   
Frames and clocks Hanging upside down on a plain wall No one really ever notices
you can tell me not to cry when it rains from the storms i've created for myself but there's no purpose in telling a flower not to wilt. 
my souls become heavy with the colors of my thoughts  
Sink Sink without a blink Drink. Drink from my breast. The milk to make you forget that you have been hoodwinked. Think. Think? Now you know better boy
Reopening this hidden treasure chest Treasure not of riches but of rareness Holding all my worst and bits of my best
My mind is a ferocious beast That feeds off of dismal and harrowing memories. Oh no, is it time for the feast?   It feels as if I am deceased. The monster putting my mental state in jeopardy,
Words create words. REALITY is silent.
No body, no pain. No mind, no suffering. Not two, ONE.
Your smoked filled eyes Holding the thing in your hands, Precious, you say. Your smoked filled eyes, Holding the lies you told me “Friends”, you say
This past week has been hard but I’m trying my damndest. You’ve been inviting me over every day but I keep saying no. Because I’m terrified that I’ll go too far and lose something private.
A mask they hide behind You notice the way they try to make themselves look small They try to close in on themselves You see, I only know this because when the world showed No mercy I did this
Dear Chaotic World, Need I say why I come to you now With words But you already know why I am here Need I smile in all falsehood A lie
Dear Now,   I could start this out by saying "Hello," But I think we both know it would go a little bit more like (sigh) "Hello... again."
To The old man in the wheel chair at the art gallery last month, You said I was in your way, and then you called me ignorant, And I wanted to say I'm sorry, But I knew my words did not make up for it.  
In an ideal world   we wouldn’t have world hunger, whole cities wouldn’t be down under, we wouldn’t have to wonder, "When will this all end?", "Are you really my friend?",
  WHAT DREAMS MAY COME? . Heaven or HELL!. You Paint Your Own Portrait....
Dear Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, You, the bane of my existence, the pain that has persistence, no matter how I try there's no way I can outdistance you.
Look twice, save a life they said, I thought once, considering the instruction; It is known that a great number of lives are lost every day,
Dear Grandpa, Doc said your lungs were black Probably from those sticks you put to your lips We warned you and so did the packages But you chose to ignore us
run to the water  to the shower the river  the ocean to rinse  to cleanse the dirt  left on my flesh  but the dirt is far from brown its blue its purple its tender 
I once saw a picture of a couplewho were as happy as can be. The white gown, alstroemerias, and uniform made them prettier than you and me. Their smiles were crimson like fruitwhich attracts all at the height of spring.
Live   Forever, it seems, you fought this war ,
In a mad world he mad king rules. Carried to the thrown on the shouders of an angry and desparate mob. Wielding pick axes and pitchforks with black lung and black hearts where Black Lives Matter is a thing because..
What's a hermit crab? A creature lacking a shell. It needs a shelter.
This girl I knew once, She said it started with a close friend someone she thought she could trust.   She was young and naïve so young, everything had become black and dark
        Dear Depression,   Your waves rushed over me The pain was comparable to the sting of your biggest bee Your words
Words roll and tumble through the air Big words, little words Words that glow and vibrate And words that are content to sit there Filling in the spaces
To you, I gave the world, Yet to I, you saw no such need. Under the worst of circumstances, we met, I, being a mess bent on self-destruction, and you, a loner. To you, I gave you my world,
To you, I gave the world, Yet to I, you saw no such need. Under the worst of circumstances, we met, I, being a mess bent on self-destruction, and you, a loner. To you, I gave you my world,
I fell like a water drop from the skies tears as it cried for its lost love, the earth moved silently and without the moon the waves were pulled by storms of jealously as winds howled for their
  Because I love you I'll never let you face anything alone Because I love you I'll remember ever milestone Because I love you
This number is only going to do so much for me It may have someone waiting to save me on the other end But I don't have the courage to call I feel like if I call I'd just take another fall Trying to call
He was toxic
Cinderella mops the floors. Cinderella has more chores To pamper, aid, and then protect The evil sisters that make her a wreck. Smiling through a crowd of tears, She hands them dresses as they cheer.
Stop what you are doing and make believe this thought: Pretend you are alone & safe on a Himalayan mountain Meditate & somehow find yourself sitting there in a warm room.   At peace & willing -
The skin I’m in is black, I don’t mind that it’s black, but the responses to black, Causes to me to reflect back, to the fact that. My forefathers were black and that blackness was to others a curse.
Perhaps we are all blind sometimes. Our vision becomes shrouded in the pitch-black darkness of our own rotten words. Our blood turns cold, emerald with envy.
    A broken boy, a battered girl Soil from which the fern uncurl. From two lives, were seeped in pain Somehow we found our hearts again. A world of darkness, two specks of light
God I am frustratedNothing is as it shouldWonderful thoughts of flightBroken calls of worry
Land of the free and the home of the brave? More like land of the thieves and home of the slaves! Taxation steals money all over the nation. We're working for the government on this corporate plantation.
Lacking one's good sense strictly defines that I should hold on tight mine Seeing people pity on themselves  Knowing that they might need the Lord's help Oblivious to what is known Consequences postponed
Look me in my eyes Do you see the pain? The pain I hide  Look at my smile Do you see the pain? The pain that I hide Im guessing you don't Because I am the clown of the circus
Is the closet really safe? Or was it meant to be fake     Played with like a heart               Who will soon be torn apart See,but people don't realize this That the closet is safe as is
I sat there waiting to be hugged by the sweet arms of death. I sat there awaiting the clock to strike twelve and for my fairytale to end.
How do u explain to someone you cant hangout . "anxiety bad today" wont come out the mouth Laying in bed , not wanting to get off the couch
My life was a whirlwind of suffering, but only within my mind. My day to day hardships don't always happen in real time. My life was dark, dead, and dreary.
I put the inanimate over my head, to protect my mind from gathering more unwanted thoughts These thoughts fuel my eyelids as they become triggers my lashes ever so slightly pull
I'm losing weight because you only love me for my skeleton, on my ribs you carve ampersands, because my life is nothing without your "and's." "And the others are prettier, the others are wise."
He cares about everyone And has so much respect People call him modest He says nobody is perfect.   They’ve heard that he is polite He tries not to annoy, He’s kind and smart, all-around,
Everyday bouncing around in the mind and bodyNever have a boring day, a constant state of hyperTo have thoughts replay over and overThe meds offer no help they cause only depression
To smile well depressed is such a strange feelinglook to for help yet your external emotions are concealingalone once again
Those few weeks before I knew something was wrong From the music he was listening to To his dearly departed smile   That day he didn't show up again Why He'd been there Before  
I went to look at myself in the mirror And I saw no reflection  Because my fist met the glass earlier that day...
If tonight I found myself missing I disappeared without a trace You’d spend your nights wishing I was home warm and safe   If tonight I took my last breath
We the (conniving & coy) We the (sullen & somber) We the heartaches the heartbreaks. Quell the earths quakes with equivalent exchange of natural disasters-
silent breaking, day by day against my will, I run away afraid of those I used to trust one breath away from giving up   Hope seems but a vague memory
You want a perfect poem. With a beginning, middle, and end.A perfect little thing that makes you feel fantastic with a good ending.Of nature, that makes you see the light of things that can't be seen.That is not this poem. Beginning.
I want to share a life lessonThat took me time to see:How choices make the world go roundAnd how it starts with me
A product of society. Must be nice I dream, well what is nice to them?   They own us and they know it, they own us and we know it Convincing ourselves we have made great progress
growing up I was taught that the straighter and more constraint my hair was then the neater it looked blow dry it, flat iron it and just put it away and why? because for some reason
I thought I was a sociopath. There was something missing in my mind, No feelings, no time, The tears that once created streams were now damned by these things.   Just write.  
Tell them I’m kind Tell them that my intentions weren’t blind The fact that one characteristic could change one’s mind My hearts racing but the beat slows I’m losing time
The boy stood at the edgeHe looked up and down, side to sideHe just wanted to end the fight the one he called his life
Two years ago This is how I would’ve seen my classmates: Troublemakers, Perfectionists, Geniuses, Slackers, My best friends,
What can you tell me?Is this the land of the free?If I enter a store,Will you search me all o’re?   It’s okay, I understand.To your fear,I fear,I have lent a hand.  
It is my conscious will My want to always till A world that never stays still. It is my conscious awareness  My life I impress On a world ravaged with tests. It is my conscious emotion
In order to survive, You need love, Water,  Shelter, Food. But what if you don't have that? What if you're  stranded on an island? You'd need to make with what you got.
Before you date somebody with amental illness, you must rememberthat calling them beautiful willnot adjust their brain's chemicallevels.  Sweet words do not reversesickness that plagues the mind
Pops, you watch too much TV.   I feel convinced that I have now become a faceless memory,   That only photographs will bring short-term remembrances of me.   Pops,
How can a single word Rach up healthcare bills, wage war And tie a noose? A Handful of letters leading To a mouthful of pills and A heart-full of pain.  
A foggy night, dizzying heights, the heady scent of the things he tries to fight Thunder crashing, his heart's thrashing, raindrops splashing, nature's might Safe and sound, enclosed around him, a resounding consequential  roar
I'm alone and can't sleepThere's no one here but meI'm stuck with all these memoriesIf they could only see
Never take life for granted Always wake up with a smile The ones we love cannot be supplanted And you might only be here for a little while
Sexual abuse happens to as many as 1 in 3 females and 1 in 4 males before the age of 18.Dissociation is one of the common coping mechanism of abuse.
Hey, is anyone out there listening?Where are the ears to hear?Her heart is opening wide;can you feel her agony?Does any one care?Her tears are falling.There are secrets in her soul
Beneath the midnight sleep: seasons come flooding like the touch of a first love, in vibrant black, blue, and indigo hues, that every unholy eye can see. Sit here in silence:
No white or black Just a well laid track And often a concerning lack Of humanity is seen Forgetting the in between Just fallowing a track To human demise A world were one another
Have you ever been lied to? Judged or picked on? Do you truly know the difference between right and wrong? If you suddenly have an answer to that question,
Born a small pebble in the oblivion, Same as  many others, approximately trillions. The Man up above shining his holy radiance everyday, Never thought I would ever push myself that way.
I have so many things to say-just... no one to say them to. All my friends are getting their hearts broken and getting woken up at 4 am with kisses on their necks and-sure,
I fantasize about silence, in order to have less.  
imagine there is a landmine in your veins tic tic ticcing away counting down the days until you can look in the mirror and see yourself straight -   imagine
I wasn’t fortunate with the good work ethic genes 
Its time we take some action This world is far from perfect Kids living with starvation Suffering from neglect   Another lost generation That we all must protect To help them with temptation
My soul Is like a polaroid: Something beautiful waiting to happen, But turned dark When exposed to the world
A single drop of rain  Is a bullet from a sniper in the sky 
I look upon the moving crowd Slowly sighing, looking down Hurting, fallen, angry, shy Now I cannot just seem to fly   I hear the Rumors in the halls Now I get unwanted calls
Within my body marked on my arms Lies these dark lines That are called scars I did it once And thought I'd stop But then I kept going And couldn't get enough
To see clearly Would mean to look about you
People define you because you are 1 in 68 You are so different yet unique  You coming into my life was complete fate
So you want to get to know me? You sure? The real me? Well my name is Tazjona and I am 17. I grew up with a man that wasn't my daddy. He lived with us cause he loved my mommy. But then i got older and then he raped me.
With my, life on bypass, I drive by my life's past,
I remember the first time I wrote poetry, I remember the blood pooling out of me suddenly becoming ink How the blade suddenly became a sharp pen-                                
Right here Right now We'll jump and fly The birds will cry And time will die As you and I Will fly all night To make things right And find the light Right here Right now
"Your Honor, I didn't mean it, I know it's my fault, I didn't mean it. My intentions were good, won't you believe it? It happened so fast I couldn't see it." He ain't wanna hear it
The feeling of failure covered her head.
maybe if i dont say i am, i wont be. maybe if i pretend to be happy, i will be. maybe if i keep building these walls, i'll be protected. maybe if i stopped taking them pills, i'll be fine.
I remember it like it was yesterday- The dripping of rain upon my window, the sound of the wind blowing across the city- It's hard to tell you the whole truth though because I'm still trying to figure that out myself-
feelings smash collide and integrate mixing colors like the finger paints my mother made me as a child   one minute i am functioning one minute i am overwhelmed and the next i am gone  
A year ago, this room would have been empty. He would have been confined to his room Confined to his own thoughts obscuring the emptiness. Maybe more than a year had passed.   
A toy needs love too.... You were happy because I was something new and fun to play with, At first, it seemed lime everything I did amazed and befuddled you, Where did those times go?
My bones were feeble My breath had weathered My voice can be heard as a bare, cracked whisper And I listen at how fragile we are... For which my lungs, they were thirsty for air
Tell me why are you here all alone? Here in the corner with a pill bottle and much more Advil than you'll ever need I'm so sorry that no one ever told you the mirror lies.
Authentic isn't something I would necessarily describe myself as.
Oh sweet, sweet depression. How are you doing my dear? You're pulling me down so far, Down so far I can't hear. Oh sweet, sweet depression. My arms become hungry, As my makeup smears.
History repeats itself it's why we're here again. Black versus white but this time it's times ten. We need to be aware  that this gon' get us nowhere. No! It's not him, her, or them; 
When I look at you I don’t just see some sad, lost girl, I see someone beautiful, who makes my world melt when she smiles, I see someone whose laugh just makes me want to laugh right along with you.
See how a man contemplates,
Who am I but a figment of my own imagination? A lie. An idea I’ve used to claim the land of four nations. Who am I?
Dear victims,  Dear that kid in the corner , who is afraid to raise a hand  Dear that girl in the locker room, who is afraid to dress again  Dear that boy getting punched from a so-called " friend " 
The cloud surrounding my mind is dark
Who am I without any of those filters or fake edits? Well I am me I am someone who is naturally beautiful yet goofy all by my personal line of credit I am someone with flaws just like anyone else
Buckets of rain poured down from the sky, as though the angels wept, mourning what was to come.   I found myself lurking outside at school,shrouded in a black hoodie
The words unspoken are louder than those yelled across the room. I must escape the voices they're closing in taking me as their prisoner. Retreat behind the yellow door close it and keep it there
What I show you is, Not who I want to be, But what you want to see. I aim to please, Society. They say to me, "Be a tall, thin, Long haired, white teeth, Light-skinned beauty,
What I show you is, Not who I want to be, But what you want to see. I aim to please, Society. They say to me, "Be a tall, thin, Long haired, white teeth, Light-skinned beauty,
My struggle with anxiety is not as cute as my curled hair or my new outfit.  It certainly won't get as much love on Instagram, and the notes on Tumblr will remain at zero.
Days are tough I put on a happy face Mask the pain   No one knows The real you beside few I feel lost   Tears fall down People always ask, "why be sad?" "Just be happy"
New players start at level 1. There's not much you can do. The enemies are too difficult - one hit and you're down, the quests are too complicated, and it seems the other characters have looping speeches.
Underneath I have a dirty heart You all will fail, so I can win I am not clean and cut like my selfies But I am rough and tough like so many I do not really care about you So what if I lie and say that I do?
  Another world inside of me That no one else will ever see Mostly it is comforting But in the dark where no one sees It's actually quite lonely..
The Authentic Me by Hunter E Jones   Does the selfie define me? Am I worthy? Am I pretty?
Maybe I should just run away. If not a single soul should care, Why on earth would I stay?   I've tried everything to numb this pain. But nothing seems to kill the sadness.
Who do I become 
My heart is racing. 
I remember the first day
The wind will blow away my sin Copper devils wait in the tall grass I walk on doves feet across the clouds Fallow my feelings little fish Sing about rain I sometimes wish I was a monster
so midless and numb; i remember the feeling of blades on my skin
When I was five I wanted to be a princess.
  Rarely do I see stretch marks, bruises, and scars in the media The absence of flaws on models and celebrities is extremely concerning It implies that imperfections are a shameful appearance
Her eyes swollen from the tears, whites of them wide with fears. She's been so strong, she's carried on, but  how long can she go along? Pushing through everything she does,
They look at the people like us and they laugh Laughs feel like attacks Attacks on walls that are already crumbling Crumbling like our self-esteem and our hopes and dreams Dreams that are fading away
I am flawless from my head to my toes No clothes or filters can better what’s already gold I shine so bright and I don't need to be told For its my beauty within, that makes me so bold
Highly underrated  Highly anticipated  Got one goal that is being the greatest  Prove doubters wrong when I make it  Been plotting this moment since my momma was pregnant 
Screaming bloody murder, but no one can hear the cries Cannot hold on forever, can hardly put up a fight Locked inside a cold room, lying on the hard floor Beaten in the gloom, here be he prisoners of war
Where the air flows fresh and crisp And life radiates shades of green And orange and red and colors That run deeper than the scars Of the Earth; Where the grasp of man halts, Giving way to nature,
I don't want to doit. I woudn't.I won't,that's the easyway out.But sometimes whenthe pain is too muchI don't think I'd mindif you did it to meinstead.
Green sap oozing from great gashes  in trees into paper, furniture, and houses all for human needs like the great stashes of black oil oozing.... into lakes, rivers, and streams
Oh, if only I could go I'd walk towards a meadow My screen of glass would stay astray Divorced from me. I'd settle among the tranquil trees, and open my mind to new possibilities.
Saturation, warmth, crop, sharpen.Silence, stare, sit down, be quiet.
It was a dark night With only one dim street light Driving down the dirt road That December night, it snowed
A tear, a whisper A shout, a cry No one seems to hear No one is by your side.   Everyone is oblivious until it's too late, Another angel has been sent back too soon.  
Don't be a brat! BAM BAM Stop being stupid! BAM BAM You need to learn! BAM BAM Don't fucking talk to me!
The cuts got deeper The blades got sharper The lights got darker The voices got quieter The world got away
Hearing the screaming and shouting in my house, I don't know what to do but grip my blouse.   I used to think "This is where it all ends", But I looked past that and started to ascend.  
I remember the pain. The relentless, nauseating pain cutting through my gut the second I mistakenly glanced his way. I craved him    with the senseless hope he craved me back.
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Bringing down others  Undermining ones own self confidence Leaving a trail of broken people. Lifless bodies strewn every where due to you I can only wonder and pray that i'm not next. 
Ethnicity, an identifier to some, a misfortune to others... to her.   She hides, her true identity under a body she feels isn't her own, Mocked behind closed doors
  My shorts are not an invitation For your hands to roam my thighs And my sassiness is no reason For you to ignore my reluctant cries My exposed skin is not shouting "Come on; there's more to see!"
You are my growth. 
Do I know you? The words you pronounce  are so ugly and dirty, But you say they fit me just perfectly.  Do I know you?  No, I do not  but here I am lying on the floor
Be strongNothing ever last for longIt wouldn't last forever you knewBut its okay he still cares about youJust hold on to your heart for nowWipe the sweat from your brow
Who am I?  A question even I don't know, For this face I do deny, And body try to hide,  This mask as my disguise,  Every mirror will catch my eye, To eat I have to try, Anorexia.  
Sir no sir.                                                                                   Please leave me alone sir. Let me sleep sir.. This isn't rite please don't touch me.... I'm only 11; you're 50..
Life so Unpredictable
Its not my fault mom didn't love you
Sick heart, dripping with gasoline, fueled by the cigarettes thrown like darts the whip’s bullseye that tore her apart, innocent and caged, helpless to cleanse itself, gives in to the rage,
Awkwardly fitting into the other gears Grinding closely hiding my fears Tic-Toc, the other gears keep me moving My time spent is my only doing   Every second spent stranded on a island never to return,
In a dream I was surrounded by darkness It was a cold vast emptiness The creeping feeling of things at my feet In this void emptiness consuming me I felt the pain in my legs a numbing and painful bleeding
The tree laughs Children play below On a hot summer day so slow The tree is shade And the tree likes offering aid The tree smiles A couple look deeply into each other's souls
We all want to be happy. Fall in love, get married.  We all want that fairy tale ending.   We fail to see the evil in the poeple we say we love. Because we don't know what love is. Or the damage it does.
All my cries
My dearest best friend,
30 minutes till midnight
Idly, I regret to say the time has come. You will now feel alone and begin to drone on. Your mind will stay active, A World at Large. Begin to think of the boy 500 miles away,
We swear we live for liberation So then why are we faking and making it seem we don’t really care about this nation We are the people, the people that demand equality; it bothers me that we don’t even practice what we preach
Underneath my left breast carved into my ribs in powdered jet 8.11.14 the day the happiest man alive killed himself and we all found out that he was pagliacci   La Commedia è finita!
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil." (Psalm 23:4)
When they told me you were gone,   a cold hand stilled my heart.   When they told me you were gone,   a hard, heavy foot stomped the air from my lungs.  
Change is constant, but not for the world.
When the rest of the world seems like a movie reel Spinning incessantly Spitting useless nonsense Faster than you can process, But it's playing a beautiful picture You've heard
Maybe I'm feeling all emotional  But I feel so inspired  Life isn't about how much money you have attained  How much knowledge one has acquired  Because in the end it all doesn't matter
She's playing with her
Ana, a young girls best and worst friend
Bullying is the worst evil It can make you bleed It can make you feeble It strips away your confidence It can destroy honest men It steals from the poor It preys on all fours
I am not the rain on a tin roof,  I am a blanket that never keeps your feet warm at night.  I am the uneven barstool at 2 am,  And the kiss that doesn't quite feel right.   
The best part of art lies in the subconscious, Not within the scrutiny of a scholar’s essay, Not within the thoughts that the artist speaks to herself, But within the very muscles of the hand,
My mind wanders while staying in place, 
She hides in her room full of gloom.
Hear em' shots from da Trumps n' Saxes?How bout' the drops of the Basses' beats?
  The first thing I ever learned from her is that when she says she doesn't care, she's really lying through her teeth. 
You saw me before I saw you.
Invisible Children By: Jordyn Milbrath  
Hannah was late coming home this evening. Traffic was slow and she had trouble leaving. Work was hard and she hadn't any time
"Nadia, here is some cash for you to go back to school with...I love you, do great... make me proud, you can do whatever you want in life". "Hey Nad, I love you, happy birthday".
Steamy hands on the window pane She takes a breath and slips away Pulled by hands of a sick step-father Iron bars built all around her   She threw herself to the men she saw
So spit at me. And Color me blind Sing me deaf Label me crazy.   Do what you will. For now.   But know that each: Comment Quip Insult
The first time it happened I was lost;Eyes closed wondering through the woods of my mind and running into trees I was young and a child and trying to find who I was.
Acknowledging It. Barbie pink panties and an oversized tee Time to pick her cherry tree Innocence, gift and curse Him playing doctor and her playing nurse
I don’t know what life is.. 
Can you even hear him? Or do you block him out? Afraid of what he could say That would make you feel so proud...   Do you even try now? To let him in your 'house'?
The truth kills His body rots day in and day out A lifeless corpse, a broken spirit Never-ending pain finds paradise Devouring his hope Hope keeps him walking Hope holds his spirit
If I could change things in and about the world The sky would be pink Our skin would be chartreuse
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.  
If one child had not been taken - had not been shot, had not been slain - if one more child had remained standing, think of the heroes she could have named.   If one child had told her stories,
She sits in a corner. Knees to her chest and head down. For she is lost, never to be found. Thoughts are running wild within this child. Her life remains madness and pain Sadness and no gain. But why?
She puts it in a note Its all there. Everything she wrote. She was angry,she was pissed No idea how much she would be missed. Its like she was in a game, But its not exactly the same.
To those who are broken Whose hearts have not mended Keep this thought on your mind Your lives have not ended. While the hurt and the grief Will bear down like a weight Know that there is relief
Today is today, I mean that's what everyone says. But today is the day that I hide , in the shadows, faces of you are revealed in my sight. I'm afraid to ever walk in those steel doors, because with me you have no insight.
I always loved to help. So when I woke up for work, At four in the morning, And got socks from my sister's room, I wondered why she didn't ask to talk, Before taking 3 bottles of prozac and pills.  
Why would you just stand and watch? What if it was your friend or family? Feeling emotionally lost. Feeling as if no one is there. Feeling embarassed.
Death, pain, and sorrow. That's all that seems to follow.
If I were to be A piece of tape on a desk I'd be unaware.
If I could change something, it'd be my generation. I'd give them some common sense and even more motivation. I'd bless them with the initiative it to took to build this land
The bleakness you are forced to face,
Cold, frim, lifeless, Laying on cold steel, Water trickles down the drain, Washing the dirty away.   Incisions are made, Inspection makes way, Hunting for the cause, Success.  
America, America Home of the free Where the justice bell rings peacfully Parents tell children of the birds and the bees Yet there are others who've never heard such a thing   Garbage litters the dusty roads
A glass house Sit inside Watch the storm outside Watch the thunder and lightning Draw the curtains And listen to the thunder Close the windows And hear nothing
The first time I saw you . . .  I was greeted by the most unearthly howl The sound of a thousand jackrabbits being impaled while dragging their nails across a chalkboard It stopped when
If I suddenly disappeared, No one would notice.. If I slipped away for a year, No one would care. So the point in being here ?? None given. No point of existing. No point of living.
I'm a woman On the outside I'm normal Just like you   You've been mistaken
What is it that makes a person?   Where you were born?    Then I'm American. Or where your ancestors came from?    Then I'm Filipino. What you do?
I'm envious towards the movies,  That's my only crime. Most take Marley, Coconut with the lime.   I'm Selective to necessity, Absorbent of the time. Transpose and Metamorphose,
Bad things happen.
Silent tears stream down my face Forced by pain they flow freely The pain of life, friends, family Pains of abandonment, poverty, hardships, failures
Those same brown eyes Set into a slimmer face,
1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 
The pain begins to kick in. The never ending pounding,  The drums beat inside my head.  Trembling, the room spins, Sipping the vodka in my glass, I'm drowning. My liver screams
Some people say the dead cannot speak. They speak. We speack. I speak.
My little younger sister, Was told when she was seven, That she wouldn't see so well, Maybe till she got to heaven.   She has a rare eye case, Rentinitis Pigementosa,
Being an aspie can be a source of misery or a source of pride, it’s all in the bearer’s perception. “What’s an aspie?” you might ask. It’s a term for someone who bears the rigorous condition of aspergers.
Thriving on fire,I'll never tire,Set on revenge,I'll keep going on.
I’ve seen many young die And it breaks my heart to this day to see photographs Buried underneath my diploma and school planners The washed out teddy bears still taped to street signs on corners
I’ve seen many young die And it breaks my heart to this day to see photographs Buried underneath my diploma and school planners The washed out teddy bears still taped to street signs on corners
There is an underlying silence over everything that holds everything, is everything as we communicate this substance of silence embodies our conversations meanwhile I search for inner peace
  It’s queer;  the way life destroys your expectations.  It’s inexplicable; 
Her giggles, her smiles, her jokes, all hiding the pain inside her. No one could tell beneath  the fake expressions, the invisible tears, and the clunky bracelets all hiding the scars and burns 
A joker isn’t always funny, A house isn’t always a home, A father isn’t always a dad, A bad person isn’t always an enemy. But twelve have passed, and thousands remain suffering. And by now it is Thursday,
Hello, it's me. Yeah, the girl in the front row of your class. I take vigorous notes, nod and show appreciation for your enthusiasm or, for a the lack there of, I sympathize.
Grab a hand and stand together   let here a heartfelt welcome  hand by hand race by race  together we stand equal   strong and firm We are never alone   so be a friend and lend an ear
Myself; As expansive as the ocean, Yet also a wanderer within its great depths. With no thought at all I flow with its motion, But resistance is found when I consider my breadth. Deeper than the submarines,
My voice leaves no echo. I can shout, holler, scream Cry, beg, or plea, But nothing would happen, Nobody would come, As if my voice has no echo, No sound, No meaning.
For warmth once more Swim to the core For heart and soul Sit under Siberian Ice
How  am I supposed to focus on all the good in life when I am ever so  Numb  like the scars on my wrist, the ones that never made it past my skin Frantic 
Modestic Elegence.
I watch the news, people are dying look around the halls, girls are crying not about the hyrricane, or the war in Iraq- about the boys they admire
A mind has vacated its body Escaping voids lingering deep within a battered soul With ignorance to the disconnect it harvests A storm is brewing yonder And one will become wary listening to the thunder
  Hearts’ silence. Speak to me in whispers I can’t... HEAR you Scream to me introspectively Ideological torture meets psychological abuse.
    Waiting outside, day in day out, from the morning's beginning, till past the ninth inning. Crowded before work, people listen, read, write and wait... Persistent patience while the rain's delaying.
I'm in a situation, Contemplating on my generation's procrastination, Young girls who are infatuated with cosmetic creations, Making decorations out of their bodies, Living in an inflation of relations,
Let’s give them guns,  Let’s show them how to shot someone,  Let’s to teach them to feel nothing about seeing the blood of their family, Let’s watch their souls turn into masters of death, We have created monsters,
I rise and so I stand. I stand, because I can. breath of life in the morning I awake. as the wind blows I smile, in which, It comforts my mistakes. lessons to be learned, always enough to be taught,
Pondering with my eyes closed, As The raindrops tap against my window. These droplets coming faster, Its coming down hard. These droplets must be the tears of God.
To my parents, A hidden secret awaits, Please don’t hate me for this, It’s not a choice. To my friends, The hidden secret is out, and I’m accepted by most, You choose to shun me.
The light in the window was blown out When we closed our doors on their tout. We have seen so many seasons come and pass, But this winter I want to make last.   You have seen some hard times in your years.
What is this?Greedy beasts feeding on your suffering.Stuffing their faces with ... ah the money you gave them. The money which was supposed to help you. Instead it became a feast for the monsters.
A smiley face at the end of every text, I'm wondering what you'll say next. Do you like me? Do you realize that I like you?
The shop doors open And the signs are turned, Every person, ready to strike a deal. Market street, dressed in wares of others' vision's Flowers, dresses, hats, grocers goods.
They can take away your guns, your money, and your rights, They can put down your revolts, Put an end to your fight, But they can't take away your words, And that's why I write. We're at war, But what for?
Eleven months out of twelve I delve deep into the abyss Can't  resist licking my lips at all the quips and tricks the world has to offer I offer my prayers rarely but then, Ramadan rolls around
The cries of the people, the slash of the machete How could we ignore?  The millions of bodies that lined the roads, the celebrations of the killers How can we forget?
  Words.  Whether you read them backwards  or read them forwards.  They are still only words.  Racecar. Kayak. Level.  They are still only words.  Whether you say them with meaning 
I breathe in  Finding myself in a dream Who am I to be on this earth  Write down your troubles, child and all will make sense The dream moves on but nothing has changed Am I alive? Have I truly lived?
Oklahoma met a vortex     that gave and took, more or less,     by adding stress and taking homes – The tragedies are causing moans     with rains and tears of agony. The loss and pain of tragedies
A loud voice can do many things. It can free a caterpillar. My words stayed small for so long and no longer will they hunger for excape.  I fought through the jungle of my mind and freed my thoughts from it's captors.
Large, mystical, and unpredictable, He guided us through the night. He saw us enter the alley That led us to shivering from fright.  
Here to remind him of his past She stares him in the eye, Glaring, for years, it seems to last.   On his arms, by a sleeve she’s masked;
The Iight at the end of the tunnel is weak and dark yet no one wants to shine the light to see all the possibilties. They love to stay hidden in their despair and torment-
Hark unto me oh ye man!!!! For it is not the struggle of one that overcomes all, but rather the struggle of all that overcomes one. We are not definite through human shape and form, rather infinite through UNIFYING energy.
4 out of 5 teens who attempted suicide have given clear warning How many do you think have died this morning? With their mental suffocation, detrimental frustration, judgmental conscience pushing towards their isolation...
It’s a thick pain coming from within my chest, my heart is crying out, wanting this torment to end, my womanhood I defend, as I feel the lump in my breast, as my fingertips I press against, the reason for my stress, and depressed is not the word,
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.
On the beat, on the beat The only sound's the pounding feet Of people jumping on the stage, Dancing the story of our age, Of all the humans in their cage The dancers free their pounding rage.
He loves me, she chants with her accustomed bag of ice. He loves me, she chants in the morning and at night. He loves me, she chants as she turns black and blue.
This is nonsensical I received a fatal wound Inside of my convertible Which actually led me to this mountain
It's time to stop restricting those/ and unchain the chains around your cranium it's/ been locked inside that mental cage.../ bird sings if you let it/ get some lessons/but schools won't teach it to do so/necessarily/ true so, true say/ aaaahh/ op
Put down the knife another day is coming No more red drops and keep life going Battle scars are worse in the heart, I know Don't let them on your skin, don't let it show What I'm asking you is please be strong
Feel the tongue tingling words oozing from my overly active brain. The sensation of bottle popping knowledge residing in your heart. His words will never hurt you again The hammer in your chest will pound no more
I'm sorry you think that I'm hopeless, I'm sorry I told you it's true. I'm sorry that you cannot see me, I'm sorry you cannot break through.
You said you loved me You said you cared Then you passed away leaving me with a blank stare You left so violently Taking your own life Plunging into your chest that delicate knife I'll never forgive
On the outside I'm strong But on the inside I'm in Hell I make subtle cries But no one who notices will help
(poems go here) On the outside I'm strong But on the inside I'm in Hell I make subtle cries But no one who notices will help
I would like to be something different. Maybe if I change my habits again. Through hard work and dedication I can. Become something not as myself.
Why did your self-esteem hit the floor? Was it because of the bullies who beat you to the core?
I can remember the first time I was about to commit suicide. It was about two years back... Maybe even one, I can't really remember. All I can remember was what happened.
One Autumn day, I stumbled upon A small leaf in a tree As red as an ember, as yellow as the sand The leaves all around Were floating to the ground Yet this leaf This one little leaf
How could anyone say jane is bad? Have they all gone severely mad? It opens your mind and helps you to see through constructs
Mad at myself For letting it end Countless months, hours, and days Spent with my thoughts in a never ending haze
The wistful wind blows It reminds me of peace Never ending ongoing tranquility Things that are hard to achieve In this society which never sleeps
I'm no Maya Angelou, Mark Twain, or Emerson. I don't yet know my dearest complaints, intents, or direction. I've never been hurt so bad that I've been deeply pained, I have, however, seen enough to know that we need change.
Listening to the sound of the "Hand" I gaze in amazment How can one gesture be a word? I gaze in amzement
We do not know yet what you will hold Until you have come folded into the pages of time written in fragments
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