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My mind thinks too much
And yet, i can't think, can't eat, sleep, breathe
I feel a Pandora's box inside
I can't let those emotions out, not now
But I can't keep them in, can't let them win
If I had the strength to make it through another day,
Maybe I would.
But today I'm too weak to even cry.
Trust me, I've tried.
If I had the hope that life might improve,
Maybe I'd pray.
What do you see when you look in my eyes?
Can you see all the memories that I so strongly despise?
So badly I wish that I could cry.
Or even better, I wish I could get high.
Sit down; let's play a game.
Sleep sound; the monster's been tamed.
Still loud; the voices scream:
"Let me out; you know you're just a fiend."
"Slow down; I don't wanna play.
Turns out you never loved me
After all this time
So I guess it's back to being lonely
That's okay... I don't mind
I want to write tales of bravery.
Of powerful women who stood up against injustice and for kind-hearted men who chose right over what’s left
But these were not my stories
They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Yet grass continues to grow every time it is cut. The sun continues to rise every time the moon has pulled it away.
See what am seeing,Are you feeling what am feeling? Despite freedom of expression I'm not allowed to express my feelings,See them, registered thieves, registered criminals. So many times I wanna stand on my feet,But Mum called me, my Son!
Once upon a time
There was no prince.
Once upon a time
There was no castle.
Once upon a time
There was no happily ever after.
My President is Me. That means that he black.
That orange dude that y'all elected? Man, he wack.
I say it loud and proud and shout it all across the nation.
Fuck Donald Trump. There won't be no inauguration.
Mother and Father did you see me grow?
Did you see me when I got into a fight with my friends?
Did you see me when I found out my classmates died?
Did you see me struggling to wake up and put on a smile?
I have grown to hate my grandfather.
I have grown to hate my grandfather.
I have grown to hate his smile.
I have grown to hate his smile that used to greet me with such kindness and authority.
It hid in the creases of my story books, nibbling away at the stanzas,Chewing across the pages as I, just a tike, lay at night.It sat on my window and sill and waited for years to pass.For knowledge to seep into my skull.
Life is like a jigsaw puzzleEvery person is a pieceYou don't know where they belongA friend could be the smallest pieceA loved one could be a bigger oneA puzzle isn't quite complete
Shhh, little baby
Draped in your mother's white cloth,
Your tears won't do her any good.
My brain felt all tired out
I am starting it all in doubt
The tragical sense that had in me
I am upset that people can feel and see
For the answer of this is you that drive me crazy
Let's get this over
I had a dream last night,
Too real to be ignored.
It started out inside
The mind's sequestered storm.
Myself...
without a mask,
without any reason to hide behind a wall of lies,
exposing the girl who's hidden for so long,
a musician, a girl who seeks to change the world,
I have an innovative mind
One with many characters and personalities
My friends are imaginary, a figment of my dreams
They come alive as I write on the pages inside a blank notebook of my alter worlds.
Only I knew, that I prevoked this / Theres no closure nor a farewell kiss / I had looked in to your worried eyes / Such an enchanting shade of blue / I decided against the easier lies / I whispered I couldn't ever love you / I never f
Why am I so hung up on a stupid message
It's nothing
I'm nothing
At least to him...
But what if we did
Look each other in the eyes
Remember each other at night
An addiction, that's what he wasGreeted by a pulsating desire to shoot him,through every vein in my bodyA soft start, to calm my worries with his powers,and a smile like two rows of gold
As you lay your head on my chest, I realize how bless I am you leave me in shock on how your words are expressed, your like a past of a ex I reflect, I feel the connection,
i put my cap down as i arrive
temperture prospered beyond 85
its summer looking for a job
dam not having one made my momma cry
time showing the change my mind blaze with rage
My First Love
Happiness, Rain
Love, Pain
Wishing that I could use only two
Of these four words to describe you.
For the greater good, for the information that the people need
The people that work hard to find new technolgoies,
tests, and cures
that will heal the sick -
Teacher, teacher, taught me well,
just about the opposite of 'rich-as-hell'.
Teacher, teacher, is what I want to be,
my dream job, my soon-to-be.
Teacher, teacher, with lesson plans,
No matter where I go, I can't explain away,
the limitless attraction to a girl who knows her way.
She's a mystery to us all,
and a puzzle to a tee,
a conundrum to her parents,
My opinions are right
Anyone else's is stupid and aren't worth a second thought
You’re stupid, I am smart
You're wrong, oh so wrong
There are two worlds in the World that God created.
One is that people that can hear and hurt
and the other is people that can't hear
My Number one dream Job would be to connect these to world.
Every day, it gets harder, every day it's like a nightmare, progressing on. Every day is another prayer echoing from my bones asking God to take me now.
It burns deep inside me.
My love for you, hidden.
I would tell you, but I can't.
All hope is impossible.
I have been raised in this country, I appear to be fully Caucasian.
I speak English fluently, but I also speak Spanish.
I identify myself as a Hispanic American, because of my roots.
Teacher these days are just ignorant
They like to teach us stuff we already know.
When you correct them, you suffer a consequence,
Or you could just go
Outside and miss the whole lecture,
Infantry of a corner clique's imagery
Imitates actual industry.
Instead it’s often in-the-street,
Marketing products with a PRE-
Caution, 'cause cops will cripple thee
Business. They call it criminally
You want to feed my mind but i leave class hungry.
You sit in class and teach but I cant pay attention.
I dont understand why i fail, which is so funny.
I try and use the bathroom but i need your permission.
With freinds like this who needs enemies?
Big, Huge smiles and grins,
But Ignorant to the feeling that lied deep within,
Not knowing that it was all just pretend,
Jealousy, Lies, Envy, Deceit,
Poetry was my escape
It helped me get to second base
For the dreams that I have chased
Now my dreams and reality are face to face
The shit I wish I could tell my teacher would probably get me supended. But once the shit I wish I could have said probably would have saved my arm. Bullying was killing me inside. Going through all differnt changes with my body and feelings.
Why must happiness be so hard but grief and hatred so great?
Why must we learn or except our fate
I feel like crying, I feel like dyeing
I guess Tomorrow was yours, too
Because you took it from My Hands,
How arrogant
so yesterday couldn’t fill you
and you could not be hungry, yes
In school I learned about english and bullying
Judgement, math, and the flaws of schooling.
But there are some things my teacher didn't tell me
Things that the new me is scared of knowing.
All my life I was taught what I thought was right and wrong.
All my life I dressed for church and knelt before the Lord my God.
All my life I sinned and hurt and all my life I lied.
Watch an eagle spread wings like silk
Untouchable purity against a night sky
Until the hunter (some would call him Destiny!) takes aim
See the king of the air turned to game
I was to young to deal.
Started not to feel.
Never took the time to heal.
Somehow it didn't feel real.
I was to young to see.
Thought it was apart of being me.
She stays when every one else goes
She is the loyalest thing I know
And when it comes to it, I know she will never go
When I'm sad she makes me happy
What is this thing, that we call Love?
An undying smile,
Of enternal youth?
An endless spring.
Never to be knew,
Never to be found.
For when the world realizes,
This simple truth.
A Look Through My Eyes. Outside stroll, what do I see? I see the charisma, the spirit, of New York City. Skylines, and skyscrapers out in the distance. My oh my what a sight to witness.
Written Memories Of The Soul
This is just my point of view
It might be a different definition for you
But my eyes see what they see
So I'll Tell You What Poetry Is
To Me
Writing is breathing
Involuntary, necessary, part of me
Every key I hit is a thought is created
Drawn from my mind and placed carefully onto a canvas
My thoughts on paper are vulnerable
Most say I’m quiet.
Shy even.
Perhaps,
the thoughts and feelings
thriving in my head
just can’t be put into words.
Nor any other distinct form of speech.
How doth the little moth
Fly high up in the sky?
Flitting gently from light to light
It seems to find pleasure and delight.
How does he fly with so llittle care?
Clumsy and such, but STILL doesn't care
My friend, my friend
I know your voice
I cant pretend
to like your choice
My flower, my flower
Be mine forever
Its dyer
No never
My little lady,
Is going to work today.
Dressed in her Sunday's Best,
As she trots down Avenue A.
She'll sit at a bench,
For a near twelve hour day,
Yet still will only make,
Nearly half of my pay.
My sorrow
Like a tidal wave of pain,
Pounding me so hard
Its difficult to stay sane.
The tumbling chaos of my soul,
Burst up and fill my eyes
And for a moment all i can see is darkness.
As quiet as a gentle wind
your soul connects with mine
and binds us with a sweeten kiss
then attaches to my heart,
and fill it with bliss.
My love, won't you be with me
When you're back from a hundred years
Even though my heart is a prison
Please break me free from my grieving prison
With your beauty and your love for me my love
Use to drink all the time,
torn up from sky to ground,
lock up two or three,
times ago,
you don't know,
how it is to slip,
I have once falled under,
take pain pills at christmas,
