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my ecstasy,
your gentle touch is a consistent one.
fingers running down my back like spiders descending from silk strung webs,
you whisper promises in my ear.
i am no stranger to controversy and autumn.
i find peace in changing colors and falling into the arms of
women still learning to hold newborns correctly.
Sometimes I wish I still had you
You used to make me so happy
But then you went crazy
And now I find myself sappy
Rock, Twist, Tap, Clap
Click your pen.
Rub your hair.
Spin in a circle.
Flap your hands.
It’s okay. It’s normal.
Instagram: @CEDBEAST Lately I've been feeling detached. But please dnt take it as a form of attack When I dnt reply to your messages your DMs or your snapchats When in fact I'm just on my own dealing with my own shit We grown and it's not everyd
Living south and living northNo one knew the flying feather,Or watched for his ghastly shapeTho’ among he quietly slithered
The trees illuminate with a brilliant radiance,
shadows of bushy branches break the sunlight,
and birds sing songs to neighboring beings.
The air smells of something sweet
like the best parts of nature.
i’m still bitter about it
but i think i’ll always be bitter about it
but just because i’m bitter
doesn’t mean i miss it
miss YOU
i suppose i’ll always be upset
that YOU moved on so easily
Fear
Conquerer of all,
Fear
Sweaty palms,
Choking on words,
Fear
Failure to speak,
Failure to reach out,
Fear
No one will see,
No one listens,
good poems dont come from your head
they come from your hands
they are words flowing from the blood of our wrists
the stains of the past
broken memories
I want to do my homework
But he prevents me from doing so.
I want to practice my violin
But he tells me I couldn't do it anyway.
I want to have fun with my family and friends
But he wants all of us to suffer.
Because I love you
Life is worth living.
Because I love you
I have meaning.
I trust what you do,
As I know,
I do not control you.
You have a life
I want you to live it.
Waves washing overhead,
And I am nothing but a grain of sand
Sitting aimlessly on the ocean floor.
Drowning,
Just learning how to swim.
To write about happiness
is unmarked territory and
I wonder what it's like over there.
I wonder what it's like
to be in love with being alive.
Is it like entertwining my hands
Pathetic words being flung at without dispute or fail.
Vulgar words connects to people who are pussies
Because they do not have anything else nice to say.
Hello! I am new to this and this is my first poem. The grammar isn't perfect and I'm not sure if this was the best way to set it out but please give me feedback on what you think :-)
I’m tired
Exhaustion runs through my bones
My joints are rusted and
I feel like my mother’s bed
When it groans - creaks - underneath
Human contact
I need someone to hold me,
To wrap their arms around me and
Squeeze the sorrow away
But I know I can't have that sometimes,
And that's okay;
It has to be
Release me from this anger,
Activist, Conservationist, Environmentalist
Veterinarian, Psychologist, Ethologist
Poet, Writer, Singer
Baker, Designer, Entrepreneur
Mother, Daughter, Friend
I remember when I wrote my first poem.
I was 8 years old.
I had just processed the loss of my father.
I had never before felt so alone
So hurt
So empty
So lost.
Smoke fills my nose.The sweet scent tempting, calling me closer.
But no! Stay away, your mom and your dad are finally proud of you."We're glad you didn't end up like your brother."
I can’t deny this:
You make life hard for me.
Each morning when I wake up
It feels as if the world is sitting on my shoulders.
Lay me at the smoking Altar of Your Vision
Grow my hair and hide my knees
Devote my spirit to You
Chain my soul with Heavenly Vows
Tell me to wear handcuffs on one finger in gold
Water me down, wash me away
i am neck deep in you
and not lightly but
i am stuck almost like a red traffic light that refuses to change colors
a darker shade of blue
what comes to mind
thinking of you and me
hands intertwined
no longer.
Incandescent ripples
spreading out into a halo that surrounds the reflection of something marvelous,
all you have to do is glance.
pennies drop and shift side to side slowly dancing to the bottom.
School is back,
Waves of fun,
Teachers teach
All day long,
Test and quizes
Reading test too,
Oh my gosh there's so much to do,
I better get started before the day is through
The horizon,
So close to me
Yet so far
Away fro my reach
The horizon,
Just like dreams
Just like hopes
Only a mirage
The horizon,
Once reached
17 and Screaming17 and FreakingNo one warned me about this feeling.
They say She's weird
They say She's nerdy
they're probably right
it's probably true
They say She's to shy
That she's to forgetful
they're right again
He swore there was gold woven through the fabric of her skin,
But the slightest ivory phantom slipped out of her mouth.
As soon as she understood, she inhaled.
"I take it back," she breathed
If I could change one thing, I would change currency
If I could change one thing, I would change the world's currency
I would change the currency to something more meaningful than money
you ask me what change is
and what almost comes out
is a textbook definition
a merriam webster’s
abridged edition
From the day you are born you are judge
You're to fat, to skinny, to smart, dumb
They always tell you, "be yourself"
But yet they always seem to judge you regardless
So you say change, change myself
There's the waveand the crashThere's the runand the screamOh WhyGod Why? Silence Hold it inLet it outHold on tightLet it go It's hereIt's done Silence Looking backwish and reamLooking aheaddream and wish Forgetremember Silence
I AM MUSIC, THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE OF THE SOUL.
MY BEATS MAKE YOU STOMP YOU FEET.
THE BRASS SECTIONS IN MY SALSA MAKES YOUR HIPS MOVE SIDE TO SIDE.
Play it as written, that's all.
Just play it exactly as written, just as the composer intended.
Everything is written in the score, just practice what is written, right?
No, that's absurd.
And reckless.
