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Having depression is weird
Because you can be at the lowest point of your life
So sad that your arms can’t move
So sad that your eyes wont stay open
So sad that every sky is a grey sky
A question is something that adds or retracts
From information, undeniable facts -
The things that we’re taught
Something to fear if poised against power
But also to revere if framed to encounter
A question is something that adds or retracts
From information, undeniable facts -
The things that we’re taught
Something to fear if poised against power
But also to revere if framed to encounter
gay before they made it
calm before it quaked
so there i like to save em
call me luv, call me anything.,
today, on this super full moon
i am fire.,
i claim boldly my request desire:
When Simone biles runs to the bar to do back flips in the air she is an athlete.But when I run to the bar and do a backflip holding a beer, suddenly I have an alcohol problem and need help. Perhaps they might be right ya know?
her lips part at the arduous notions of
stepmother bound to her trail of agony, shallowed dress keeping pace
with its tendrils attached to tressels of white lipped fingernails
Please don't come back for my dead body in the
Woods.
At least there my corpse would be the king of the
Flies
And my soulless body won't only be home to
Depression
and
Anxiety
and
When the days are long, and I'm feeling blue,
all I need is a ball and hoop to put it through.
The sound of the swish does bring such pleasure.
Plaing ball is finding hidden treasure.
Rock means nothing anymore,
every artist a corperate whore.
The gig is fucking twenty quid,
policed by bullies in high viz.
Organisers think its grand,
snatching money from your hand.
This poem isn't about depression.This poem isn't about a confession.This isn't a sad poem.This isn't another one of my Ho hums.
My love for Football is so great,Practicing for my next game 'til the dusk of day.The night starts and the game's away,tackle, sprint 'til the end of the night.
Hold on let me think..one thing I can't live with out? Is Knowledge.
One thing I can't go without is knowledge.
Everybody knows that knowledge is power.
If we have knowledge then the world is ours!
Is it the way she stares at you while you comb your hair,
Or the way she rushes you out of bed?
The way she can make you regret every decision you've made,
Even prove to you that you still care.
6'1 and 5'2
Dark brown and Light Blue.
Light Blonde and Dark Green.
None of this mattered to me.
Love is blind.
Love is deep.
Love is everything I need.
When there is someone you truly love,
You'll find that life before them was without consequence.
Without purpose.
You feel useless.
Before I met Her, I thought that what I couldn't live without was materialistic.
Enlarge your vision …
and You can achieve whatever You put Your mind to ..
increase Your confidence ..
inside You are untapped potentials ..
Your dreams can definitely come true ..
How much can you bear?
Why are you always on the clutches of wishes?
However you are hurt you don’t seem to learn
Whenever the mind wants to stop, you continue
Whenever the mind wants to continue, you stop
Is this really it?
Nothing more, nothing less? I have to ask,
Is this really it?
The rest of our lives with the flick of a switch?
Offices, highways, business card masks,
The head of a watermelon
The hands of an ape
The mind of a homo sapien
The heigth of a giraffe
The wideness of a praying mantis
The mouth of a fish
The eyes of a flounder
The hair of a whale
I lay awake many of nights thinking about a single line in one of the catchiest songs all time.
Can You See?
Have you
ever wondered
how a cave
would react
if light
would stream in
unashamed?
Could you imagine
the things
you could see
You ever get that feeling
Of these sparks
Going up and down your body
Feeling your heart accelerate
Your smile growing
This feeling of complete bliss
With your with family or friends
Paint me like I amforget the stereotypes forgetjudgmentspaint me how I am on the insidecheerful, loving and caringpaint me smilingpaint me dancingpaint me into the horizon
Life has it's ups and downs
I know it may be hard
Just remeber that there's someone who cares
It can be
Someone you may know
Or
Someone you don't know
Music fills the soul
Sounding just right
It can make you feel whole.
As the magic behind the sound begins to take toll
I feel myself becoming light
It can make you feel whole
Ferguson
It happens every day and no one notices
It’s not the first time shots were fired
At an innocent black man in the streets
This time Ferguson next time Washington
Freedom of America,
Beauty of outdoors,
Reliable friends,
Late night snores,
Freedom of speech,
Freedom of press,
Wonderful family,
Friends worth the stress.
Creativity has basic steps:
Show us something new.
Show us something we've never seen before.
Show us a display that has never before been seen.
Creativity is seen, yes.
Everywhere you look.
Books,
Curtains are drawn at night,
To shield our fragile minds
From obscurities
Mute outside.
Half are opaque,
Half are translucent.
Variety feeds the filters
I've try to convert if I can
The will of the canvas at my demand
So many different ones to counsel in
Purple, red, yellow, blue or green
I see me
Not a me I want to see...
but a me that I can't unseen
A me that is viewed as incadescant in the eyes of the profane
A me that sins to fit in with people that believe
I'm normal, I'm average
I go to school and head to work
and I make sure I do my chores
I wake up everyday, clothes on, teeth brushed
and I leave.
I leave for school and I leave for work
When you see that pretty lone flower you pick.
When you see the random round rock you kick it.
When you see me you see nothing different,
My pictures have been fake for years
My eyes don't sparkle like they used to
I try to drown out my mind with music and drinks
My heart and soul don’t quite work right
I'm hurting on the inside
Come up with a poem of you, they say.
Who are you? What should we know?
To begin with -- I am a simply intricate girl of 18,
with the future on my mind
and a reminiscent heart.
My soul resides at home,
Who am I, through a completely organic lense?
A lense with no skewer or sharpener
no falsehoods or pretends
What am I in an entirely natural glow?
A glow that eminates my true personality
Remove the filters that surround our lives.
Don't sugarcoat it
to the ones outside.
The world as we know it can be harsh and cruel,
so let's not pretend
that it always looks cool.
when one takes a scroll through my instgram feed
they see a girl
who is a animal lover,music lover, food lover and a make up enthusias
but when I the stop posing
Who am I deep down?
Am I flawless, or am I hidious.
What do people think of me deep down.
She is perfection, she is distruction.
But deep down I am just me.
I am me.
Not you or her or him or them.
This is me
Unedited,
Unfiltered
me
I am the cries at night when hearts break
The anger when it's broken
I am the fear when the world is coming down
The tension felt when it's falling
I am a teenager
I am reckless
I make mistakes
I stay out late and do nothing
I am on my phone all day
I am a student
I have 3.0 GPA
I am a leader
I take too many AP Classes
I am dark eye circles.
I am nothing but gross, winter skin tapered onto a bored face.
I am yellowed teeth, and thanks to dad, hideous manbrows.
She's a different type of girl,
under all that founation, eyeliner and blush,
you may think she's an open book but oh how she keeps things at a hush!
All is one in the universe, son.
You need not fear, we all end up dying young.
Remarkable fortune will surely appease
Your preoccupied mind and your failure to see
That salvation is in front of your eyes.
Him.
He is all.
He is one.
He knew what would happen when time was done.
Time.
The time we live in does not last forever.
So how can one say that we will always be together?
It’s not a gift.
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I found your pictures on my closet floor
The only way of knowing you were here before
And I no longer get waves of tears anymore
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
I feel like you look for messages engraved in the cliche
i don't like it
but it seems to work.
this is straight forward.
i miss my metaphors
tired and hungry I can't help but wonder
Sunset settles on the east
As the sky darkens
Stars twinkle
While tine slows downs
Owls awaken
Yet, birds fly south
Heart beats
And I stay still
waiting
waiting
waiting
When I feel sad or I feel confused;
If I'm feeling blue or a little down,
I find relief and escape from it all,
For all we know, we could have died years ago.
Our sleepless, immobile bodies floating around, waiting to be kissed by the Earth to start over and begin a new life.
For all we know, life is one big dream.
Who are you to judge who I love?
Who I kiss and who I hug?
Why are you judging who puts a smile on my face?
Would you be happier if the one I loved was a different race?
Is wisdom a fragment of our mind
Or is it something that knowledge left behind
to distinguish one of us from another one of us
or maybe it's a mind stamp
I am scared to grow up but its going to happen sooner or later, I have no absolute control of that because day by day everything changes.
I am insane.
Accept it or not.
I am not the type to change just for any person.
So don’t even try,
Because I will never alter.
Education is made out to be oh so important
I'm not here to say that it's not.
but when you think of the true meaning of education,
You really should give it some thought.
Chalkboard
Tar
Trashcan
what do all these things have in common?
There black just like me and you hate it.
intergration and diversity is the new reality get used to it.
I love fashion because it is like an extension of my personality and what kind of mood I'm in. It can invite people in and show the softer side of me. Our choice of clothes represent inner desires and emotions which we want to show or hide too.
Objectives thru journeys Which within them we, As culprits of our deeds, Die consecutively... Loops swaying around... Of life's need to fond... Caress scars and wounds... With which i so bound... Strides of loud strobes... Sights of glowing vibrat
Can you look me in the eyes,Without blinking?
Can you talk to me,Without speaking?
Can you cut the tension,That seems too thick to slice through?
So many questions,What will you do?
The sky is alive
Clouds slowly dancing by me
birds and bee's wisping by
without a single sound
leafs of all colors
red, yellow, green and brown
The sky is alive
the sun getting ready for bed
Hartford is a storm.
Hartford is a rainbow.
Hartford is a concrete rose garden
That when the sun washes over the streets
They grow.
Paintings are the sky in many colors,
She looks and observes as well as many others,
Green as the grass as she is the color of life,
Shining through the dark scaring the demons of the night,
What is loneliness?
One might ask
Is it a black hole?
Destroying
Annihilating
Everything around it
Leaving nothing behind
Life is what you make of it
You choose what you do
You make your own decisions
No one can do things for you
It's all on you
People surround you everyday
Times may be hard
But
He called her his whore,
his slut,
his own bitch to ride on,
like dogs.Prized only darkness,
like lights.
Abandoned in public,
like free-speech.
She wasn’t free,
she wasn’t light,
who is we
where does this we reside
is it the same place as where we’ve come from
have we progressed at all or is here to comfortable
are the chains to comfortable
what if harriet tubman was afraid of the dark
