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i've noticed the change
i know you have too
the calls that are full of small talk
or that end after "what are you doing?
i'll call you later"
we used to talk for hours
Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like if I was white
I believe my life would completely change if I was white
I wouldn’t be closely watched as I walk through a store, if I was white
Who am I now,
Who was I then.
I was as quiet as a cats 'meow',
But now I just use my pen.
I know more about me,
I think you do too.
When I write I can see
Truly you are untrue
Do you know that moment
Where your life seems
To be spent
On stupid stuff like dreams?
Lies and betrayal all about
The earth as it spins
Its enough to make you shout
Because you can't win
TO MY MOTHER, MY FRIEND SO DEAR
THOUGHOUT MY ENTIRE LIFE, YOU'RE ALWAYS NEAR
YOU LOVE ME WITHOUT REASON, YOU SHOW ME YOU CARE
A SHOULDER TO CRY AND SECRETS TO SHARE
WARM HEART AND HANDS THAT REALLY CARE
The day I met you, I didnt see you
Look your way or notice you,
But you noticed me,
Corny jokes so funny to ne,
But that was the day lust hooked to me,
I thought you were perfect just like my dream.
I have a poem that one day
We can stand side by side
Marching forward to the lands of the future
That we lift up spirits instead of breaking them
I promise to always give you me...the real me.
I Hope yu See that I'm Different,
& that you don't See me as a Bad Investment.
Boys will break your heart but
A man will pick up the pieces.
It is with an overabudance that I
flow,
into your being.
Soft smiles, an softer hands, catch up all m wonder at you and collect under that wisome chin to pool in the space betwe the smooth skn of you collaring bones.
I am a shirt
torn and worn out
like taking a pile of gold
and throwing it on the ground.
What's the use of reaching down
don't give yourslf a hard time
it will fall-your crown
Hold me close, my love.
Dry my tears with your fingertips as they trail down my cheeks.
Kiss me with your soft and gentle lips, as the warmth of sunset carreses our faces.
Window to the Past
Split, Splat, Pitter, Pat
Behind the window, I see the rain,
I am distant, I feel no pain.
Its better this way, I’m made of stone
Why?
why did he leave me?
I ask this question almost everyday
He broke up with me without even saying it was over
He just stopped calling
and didn't want to talk
I Hold In My Hands
A Life Worth LIving
And A Tale Worth Sharing
Yet As I Look Around
I See Many People
Taking It For Granted
Maybe I messed up a long time ago Maybe I shouldn't have just went with the flowBecause when I did, I still held on to pain.No matter how hard I try to ignore it, it kept coming like rain.
Born in coffin gotta build my life up, Soul ingrates in a tumb stone night love,
jabbs to a soldier face on a war ground fight club,had a mooky moment gave em light love,
Kiss me
Set me on fire
Kill me
Will my deepest desires
Thirst me
Drink me up and leave me dry
Curse me
Lead me on with every lie
Want me
Love making me want you more
like the ocean waves
flowing
crashing
like the summer sun
shinning
burning
no, it's stronger
growing
destroying
I feel it in my heart
pulsing
breaking
A guy so powerful he threw me off the grid.
My world stood still.
I was left in shock.
Who knew that he was so powerful?
Someone who wasn't even mine.
I think that
If I were a bird
I would be an eagle
Flying high
True meaning of
Freedom
I think that
If you looked up
And squinted your eyes
Against the sun’s glare
Who am I?
And what do I stand for?
A million different things I can’t bear to name
My life is such a silly fucking game
My peers thirst for fame
I’m not the same
I see
There is
Something here
Unseen.
It caresses us
With small
Painted
Pained
Hands.
It looks at us
With dark
Deep
Beating
Eyes.
It began with a kiss of lovegraduated to nine months ofmixed feelings which endedin hours of horrible pains andregrets.In the sight of your babe came a
I may not be her first her last or her only.she may adore again however she cherishes me now and thats what matters. She may not be immaculate however not, one or the other am I will clutch her and provide for her the most that I can.
Just as the morning dew
Shakes me awake
I feel my heart skip a beat
Ache, shake, break
My heart is broke
No more left to give
My mind is broken
What's left to live
What happens when you fall from grace does the person that was inside you disappear with out a trace.......What happens when you betray a friend do you really expect the relation ship to ever be the same again........If seperated by time and mile
In the ninth grade
my friends who I use to sit with at lunch
many of which went to the same Sunday services as I
handed me a note
as I went to sit down with them
holding my lunch tray uneasily in my hands
