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My mind is slipping Although the world is not actually ending, In the moment, it is for me I am in a confusing reality.   Words come at me, I just want to be free. Free from all the numbness,
I love those timeless moments when you sing to me. I forget all else that is surrounding. Truly, I’ve never experienced a sliver of time so pure and melting that seemed as if time was standing still.
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This feeling I came to fear The thought it accompanied I hated to remember  There was unexplainable pain following it    Then I had let you in, and shockingly I felt secure slowly my heart began to surrender 
This is new. It frightens me a bit, it's not pleasing but it makes me feel human.
honeysuckle lips   almost touching mine, but not quite   they drip below   the crook of my nose,   slide down,                     down,  
Nothing stays the same  Everything can change in a blink of an eye    I am a witness   No one likes to confront the inevitability of change  So we say things like:
There is something about changing.  It is the realization of who you’ve become and who you want to be. It took me a long time to open my eyes to something I didn’t want to accept. 
hot. hot wax. burns it all away. i barely even flinch anymore. it's all new. White. Pink. a cooling touch of Green. each stroke of Brown. an angry claw. we dream of change forever.
I hear you are new at this school  Which I guess is cool Watch out though, the clicks are everywhere   See them the Demetes, the wannabe cheifs Those girls the fearcheer also known as Aphro-girls
I hear you are new at this school  Which I guess is cool Watch out though, the clicks are everywhere   See them the Demetes, the wannabe cheifs Those girls the fearcheer also known as Aphro-girls
Raining on through the cloudy days Staining the tainted window sills  Mother nature's song that played  Flashes that crashed through sky's   
My masked that's concealed by my yearning hands That shine through the narrow cracks of my fingers What is that bright light on the other side of my walls That I refuse to open up
When the fire in you stops burning, You'll see the destruction you have created. It can never be replaced, But it can be rebuilt into something new.
There is a dark presence that lurks Within us all It takes the shape of shadows Where it can be found is far from the light
A time or two they had rolled under the bed, through the closets, around in my head. Tired and worn, they had seen so much. Pain, hurt, love, friendship and such.   A time had come to put them to rest,
Feather light touches, blink and they’re gone. I used to watch flowers in the early Spring bloom, unfurling the curl of their petals in a yawn
8,000 9,000 10,000 Feet high Alone I soared, Alone in the sky, Alone I sailed, When reaching new heights, New forces unveiled, The icy wind's bite. On the radio I hailed,
I was in a box with a window, wathing the worlds go round.  Watching how good the world was to those who put in their share to those who worked hard to those who had patience.  
“Same”- sounds safe. Almost easy Because When I wake up everyday, I knew I knew what tomorrow held   So used was I
There is race of little monsters, Their numbers are countless, And they live everywhere.   They cannot be seen. They have no smell. They have no discernable form.  
1. dean moriarty came to me in a dream and took from my
New   Change makes me uncomfortable I feel a connection  There’s something about someone who gets it, right?
And here I thought these feelings for you had expired, but then the moment I saw you again..damn, so inspired. In my heart, I thought, I no longer sought, for you to have a place. Until again we were face to face. The type of face..
In our culture today, we are all about “Success, success, success” And when we fall from that pedestal we took so long
I would like to thank books For being my refuge in this world.   When I was younger I resented others my age All they did was bully and cheat
I never saw a facethat I Saw as much as yours that golden part it sent me into such a spiral wringing together hands that invariably aimed to only touch yours;
Brightness, Five leaps of electricity  Bringing darkness into the light Giving sight unto the blind   Banishing shadows into the oblivion  No questions asked Not a statement more 
My heart is aching! I feel torn in two. Between who I was, And between the new.   Away I will go To venture afar, Away from my love With feelings ajar.   Can I be worried?
Within human introspection comes a price, A revelation to the darkness of the mind. Venturing inside requires the roll of the dice, Are you ready for something not so kind?  
::Build me a home of stone and dustLight up the fire with roses and lust//Lay me a bed of feathers and cloudsSing me a song of the torn and the vowed//Show me dissenters with rocks in their slings
My mother bought new dinner plates. I didn't think we needed new ones, They were five dollars, She said. I was against using the new plates. My heart was racing and
I'm not going to write about you anymore I can't they're all sick of you and it's all my fault when I talk about you I want to scream that they're not listening they don't pay attention anymore
Scarlet red  and dandelion yellow,  the two colors of my right brain.  In my temple of youth, swirling and inspiring,  are the remnants of pain.  
You first introduced yourself when I thought I lost everything. You told me I didn't need them, that they were holding me back. Now, it's you holding me back.   
You first introduced yourself when I thought I lost everything. You told me I didn't need them, that they were holding me back. Now, it's you holding me back.   
I hear myself say it too often. I probably just fucked up again. Maybe you broke me, again.   Perhaps it's my astonishment, quite possible since I'm great. Until you tell me I'm not.  
Perhaps I was wrong, maybe my accusations have been oversung.   You were, as far as I was sure, the problem that made me fight.   But as I leave you in the dirt and move on, it seems
Burning low with red in deep,A hand impossible to keep.Thus lit by souls unweeping flame,While seeking soul burns not the same
A twinkle in a kind souls eye,Lights smile with a single try.Sheepish grin, unsure of speach,A brush of hand, while just in reach.
Little girl, now don't be sad, I understand your pain,How you feel there's no way out,That you have gone insane. That you're a recluse through and through, No friends here you call home, The conflicting anguish inside you,To fight it all alone.  T
Jesus, please guide my way Show me how to live Godly day by day Please show me how to love my friends and family And for all my wrongs, please forgive me You're my Friend, so I’m glad to hold Your Hand
It hasn't been the worst or best year that I've seen. Tonight at 12 A.M., It will be the end of 2017. The year 2018 will soon be here.
If I had to descibe this feeling,  The only word I can fathom is healing.  
Dear future me, I wonder who you turned out to be… You were always an anxious one The type who’s too scared to have too much fun
Remember ordering Chinese food on those Friday nights in front of the TV the notes of support you would leave when I wasn't looking
My roommate moved out today. They decided to leave most of their things behind. Nothing was of much importance though, Well, except for their pillow. I put that away in that closet I never use.  
Me and you I thought would be forever We’ve been through it all and it basically turned into a never I don’t feel the same anymore  I thought we were compatible  I’m done I hope I’m being understandable 
Last time around it was 25 to life this time around it's A New Life a new beginning Come on with me they gave me attempted murder aggravated assault with a deadly weapon
What do I see when I look at you? I see something that's entirely newI see the person that I want to beI see something changing in meI see love and I see joyI see sadness and I see a choice
You Saw her singing her song Up in the balcony Where the moonlight hit her profile. She sang about wishing she   Were A princess Who could escape her tower...
What perfect means to me Is no perfection at all. It means that you are clumsy, You are loud, You are quiet, You are graceful. It means that you are awkward, You are simple,
Big hands, Soft like Clouds that Quickly turned Into violent  Fists scarred With the Old memories Of us.
True love.  An idea warped by society, Only known to a select few Who have found themselves Lucky enough to be in a Healthy relationship.   Trapped in an idea
But you creeped up on me, Silently.  You enveloped me in your arms, Holding me in a tight embrace.  Promise me you'll never let go.
We used to be inseparable, But that quickly changed.  When he came along,    By you I became estranged. 
consider falling and how little it is considered once it has begun; consider the notion of spiraling downwards without the fear of being young; consider our hearts,
 Everyone is a poet at heart,  They come up with brilliant ideas Only to be shut down by a wired minded society. Your brilliance stands out among all of these plastic molded people Darling, Don't be discouraged  YOU, Your ideas, Are what we need i
My vessel has been anchored, attacked, and conquered Leaving the pieces shattered and somber Stranded within a dynamic society My lifeless bones still dance with gaiety   Misguided, unrequited, i have lost my light And here i lie undecided if sink
it smells like it's going to rain the air outside, despite the sun, suggests a downpour  of golden droplets onto my head and hands  healing drops to help me realize 
The years passed so swiftly, And swiftly so too did I fall in love, My only life’s desire for you to embrace me,
Dragging hearts, Falling feats, Fading art, Slowing beats, THEN Gaining vigor Moving on, Growing rigor, Finding dawn.
She is twenty years old; that means she has been living on this earth for twenty years. However, do not mistake living with feeling alive. Because it has been about five... six, seven, eight, nine.
  Kids come in like snow on a winter’s day All their smiles just light up my day They come inside to run and play
Inconceivably generous. I am deliberate. ill-chosen, splintered, and imposed on. As a degenerate, I summon the Master's actions to justify my behavioral grit.
An inquisitive mind-- flourished from oppression into a cave as rich as Reed mine Where tourists can flood my thoughts Pick at my gold and sell it for their lives Stabilizing their own While weakening my historic rise
America, the great, is what it claims to be, But the America I know is a giant catastrophe.
I forget about God It's something that I do I forget that I was made from hot friction with the smell of cheap perfume In the air, you stare You didn't hear a word You forget I was made for you
Sometimes she gazes at the world outside her glass cage and reminisces on how insignificant she is  in a world that can only neglect and belittle  
She touches the cool surface, the reflection of her hand a shadow of herself A suburb in Utah drifts light through the small window Have you seen the news today?  
Dear Past Me,  Believe me, life can be such a rollercoaster  ride.   There are times when you don't know when to give up, or if you should keep pursuing the road that's less taken.  
Around age thirteen, freshman year is where life began for me Rising up from my cocoon so that the world would take notice of my identity I was quiet but passionate, Reserved but determined
of all the sauces the one that's the best that's head over heels and tops all the rest with a helping of spice and a helping of zest is siracha sauce. you can put it on pizza you can eat it with lime
The sun rose and shone on my face through the window I threw myself out of bed and fixed my hair I walked up to my mirror and realized that I wasn't looking at my own reflection Her hair was a mess
Built up hatred Oozes out of the pores of the misinformed. Can't seem to escape it. Can't seem to rise above it. How can I become an example When I feel like a sample Of America's weakest?
A light that beckons from a lamp. The yearning of our innocence, the drawing to our roots. It beckons you forth from the dark, it promises light and warmth. It is only there.
Sometimes The earth shakes The ground splits The heavens rumble Drastic.   Sometimes The waters drip The tide ebbs The earth erodes Slow.   I have become full
Never thought I would be here on a tightrope  one side is new love the other old If I fall in the old  I have a chance to make it new again we are both damaged, perhaps it's time to revive us
I went away from all things I knew. I changed my view on life, paid attention to the little things. I learned to appreciate the small gestures made by strangers walking by.    I left
I wasn't meant to be beautifulI wasn't meant for the pleasing of your eyesor the stirring of your inner loveI am meant to set a fire beneath youto make you quake in your boots
Of all the people I have met over the years You seem to stick on my mind after a few beers You have a good head on your shoulders and a pure soul to your name I hope one day that I have the same
A valuable year soars by, Opportunities and experience it provides. Yet a greedy year glides by, Toxic relationships and people it hides.  
Years go by as they always do Some go fast, others slow, But never a year taken so long As this year's past. Changes occur as they always do. Some welcome, some not. Haircuts and new friends,
Growing alone, Behold the self-doubtThe crying, the lying, the gritting of teethWatching others ascend while your mood still depends on your peers.Fingertips brush edges where there is no apparent jail,
It is painful to see that life is counted by the amount of breathes we take and not by the amount of moments that take our breathe away. The confines of our mind is where we are kept busy with work, school,
Over the horizon rests the deceased and the black skies and Smokey clouds lift the useless souls above ground There’s ritual drumming in the background Monstrous figures dance around a fire
You see and then connectFrom rebound to rebound, it’s all in your headthese broken souls, and misfortunate eventsare completely suppressed, once you take them to bedtrapped in a body of sinful debt
I took a commemorative driveBack to a town that glorified the wiseIt was 500 miles and three packs of cigarettesThe crisp, burning sound embedded in my head
We've all heard that phrase, "Out with the old and in with the new," But who knows what this change will mold her into? Sure it will be different, it will be a new venture,
Literature is….!  Boring.   I slept through Kipling, Napped on Dostoevsky, You think I liked Dickens?
Red, the raven flies in the northern skies. Black clouds growl on the horizon, while the faded orange sun rises in the east, the shimmering sea is but a sodden patch.  
rain settles in. dank, organic breath of steam.   i spit out my life: sweet, sweet beginnings to
Each moment seemed just as unreal as the lastThings that were strange to me pastLeaves fell from the treesEyes searching each of the mysteries  Just when I thought things couldn’t changeI saw the same old palm treesThe trees that make me want to l
My dad always insisted That he was called Papa. He told me this, I believe, Because that’s what he calls his dad.   My dad has a life That always puts him in danger.
Although I am still a novice, My reasons for entering are quite obvious I need the money to pay for art school So I'll use my affair with poetry if that's cool   In school there was poetry all the time: 
Hello Darkness,
Am I invisibleWhen my arms wave for aidAm I bothering the peopleShunned and ashamedMy lungs fill with mistakesFour gallons of heart acheI fall to my endInside me
We start with theCrackling record of “Gloomy Sunday”Playing in the backgroundThe melody goes on slowlyBare feet moving carefullyto the romantic sound300 sextillion stars surround us
“We’re all just some punks, miserable creaturesWith our human goal to be: enhancing all of our featuresFurther into the caves, intentions become deeperLike killing your local preacher and to blame it on the teacher
Time creates a turning circleWhere my words playTangled and hurtful
In her eyes the world started off small and to her surpriseit was a sin to grow oldAge wasn't the purpose of her discovery, rather than the wisdom that came with no recovery
I am not a winner because I haven't fallen into the trap of sensitivityI have lost because my peers dramatize every little thingI am not a winner because I don't support implausible charities
Gently blend the makeup inCover those tired bruisesThen forgive and forget
We the peopleCreated the definition of insanityContinuously birthing another thesis to "protect" all of humanity
To whom it may concern,Yesterday I took a walk and I saw a birdHe flew in the opposite directionso I followedMy legs became weak, my head was so hollowHe led me directlyto a well
She used to trace her eyes with a path of blackI assumed it was to grab attentionShe would perfectly fill in her acne scars’ gapsMaybe it was to be the best additionBarbie dolls, and Maybelline models
As I sit in my chair, practicing the traditions of bowing, blessing my heirThe thrown is now emptyMy body melts in the chairDrinking and reminiscingAbout the dynasty he created
Empty pages that stare back, So pure and clean, Untainted with words, And the markings of my imagination. Was that not how I was before? Ignorant, and in bliss Not caring for the world.
I think whats going on in my lifeWhy are these things happening?Maybe I'm too shyWell I'm not really that prettyI'm uncomfortable with myself
The Love that fought the Dragon. Was so strong, so bold, so free, The Dragon couldn't win this one, So he was forced to leave. The love that fought the Dragon. was so strong, so bold, so free,
Behind you can find a shadow, Continuing to grow. We play follow the leader I wear the crown   Yet, soon I will become the pleader Black patches lay on my skin
The tides have changed in days all new A breaking from the norm ensues How can I bother to speak When all my fears have come to peaks And Lord only knows that such a breach will only make my soul more meek
I didn't know colors.  I thought that they were mixed,  a simple product of light,  bouncing off,  as rays.  Only the modern physics.   That's all I saw.  The calculated facts. 
I'm stuck in my head. I've run out of luck my brain and my heart; they bled. I'm stuck and I just want to get out. Climbing through the muck my head just screams and shouts.  
all write on the living and not much of the dead   on a garden of fully grown big, gigantic and enormous trees   trees of full green leaves are what is written about  
The most hated people I've come to know Love themselves more than they should show. The last place you'd see them is low In their own minds that is, they're really hoes. Romantic and flowery, they unfortunatly spoke
I used to think that what defined me was my brain I had to outsmart those around me, even if it meant making enemies I used to think that what defined me was how he touched me
A seventeen years fight.  With me, myself, and I.  A seventeen years match. When will it end? A seventeen years battle. When will I gain the upper hand?  A seventeen years combat. 
Every day
SeptemberOne year ago I looked at you and sa
In those perfect awkward momentsThe lingering tendrils of laughterWith your curly hair in a wicked mess
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My pasty curves and structure hard you always held in high regard. You knew what buttons I liked pressed. In regalia you had me dressed.   Oh, what times we had together,
Look Listen  Smell Taste Touch  Each sense never perfectly replicated Each experience unique Because nothing is as it was before Life Constantly surprises Never boring us
What would you like for this to mean to you?Go ahead and pitch suggestions, I know you have nothing else to do.
*This poem is the first of a pair. It's partner is called "Potentially Perfect Poison.  
The sadness and sorrows we all live through We wish our wish would not be a lie But for it to become alive
Faith You've Lost  
At fourteen life is confusing A rushing river of emotions we dont understand Alyson, you'll be okay. At fourteen life is hard Especially when you think you're in love.
Imagine swimming in a sea of broken glass,every word spoken cuts like a blade across your skin.
I only m
It's a lousy life when you live to die Caught in a world of thieves, heartaches, broken dreams In trying to get by your stream of faith runs dry   Living inside a slum Pain's sting starts feeling numb
I just smile I'll never let you get close to me Because I'm broken Mentally and physically But I just smile Knowing that no one cared If i was here there Even is i disappeared
  It'd be nice to have someone always by your side, Through the good, the bad, the love, the cries, It'd be nice to never feel lonely, To have someone to make you like you're their only,
Of all the things my life has led to I never would have guessed it would lead to you I was inexperienced quite,
 i know your tired of the constant texts,the constant ventin i know for a fact its an obsession/ I’m just tired, i need some sleep, i tried coutin sheep/, i tried xanex
The beginning was full of warm colors. Then came to an end. My heart starts to break slowly, just as the leaves begin to fall.
All he wanted was to be loved, but no one ever threw love his way. His heart already have cracks in it from what that girl did to him the other day.  How can he love when all love done was bring him pain?
My poetry is in the New Old Age   My words are that of the Victorian gents and beyond Whom I must thank For thine insperation   But my verses My meter My punctuation
I smile in hope they will stop staring. I smile in hope that they will see the beauty I see when I look in the mirror. I smile in hope to make someone's day.
Sometimes the biggest picture, Of who we think we are, Is found in an illusion that, We broadcast near and far. We avoid certain ideas, And don't let concepts out. We won't let others see us,
Trying out something new for the first time can be a nightmare, but this site just let out all my fear. I can express the way I feel inside, because to be honest I need the world's eyes.
Take away material possessions, take away all she holds d
What am I underneath it all? I am afraid, of new, of alone, of failure.
To know oneself, is to see yourself through others eyes. Through strangers words. Through societies lies, and still be able to sleep at night with your head held high and heart still beating.
Lonely nights sitting in my room
i can't tell you how i feel
Who am I ? Im a young black African American teen. The one who always gets in trouble. Always getting locked behind bars. Six feet in the ground. Or a bullet wound. Who am I ?
Chapped lips and cold skin, soft eyes, playful grin. Though I have loved before, Know, I will search no more.
Im not like you. Im too much like me.
Surrounded by a crowd of millions. A lonely sould with a sack on her back.   Chitter chatter amongst the many, thoughts that will never be heard.   Longing for a rememberance of what it used to be,
I said I would write a poem for her, But what is a poem If she still doesn't know how I feel about her. What is "life", if I can't rearrange the meaning of a "woman" to make you  My "wife".
Writing a poem is pretty hard As lines can come out quite jarred Just like life you must keep up your guard Or be threatened and emotionally scarred
Here I am.  All alone, yet somehow surrounded, by the lights, the noise, and the all the people, so slow. Is it slow?
I sat with my hands trembling The bell rang as  I sprung up from my seat a smile so wide that it made my heart leap He stood there so perfect, that smile! oh my.
Who am I? Who are you? A mirror. I am you. I am the reflection of you. The true you. Your heart. Your soul. Your inner being. Your every essence. You have an indelible presence.
Wait it out.It will be okay.Everything's going to be fine.You'll get the hang of it.It will feel like home in no time. Shut up. I don't want it. 
I am a dog But not any dog
Windswept into an unknown journey,
You know that girl who's always smiling and laughing, That girl who isn't popular, but everyone likes her, That girl who can cheer anyone up within seconds, That girl who loves and cares for everyone?
You know that girl who's always smiling and laughing, That girl who isn't popular, but everyone likes her, That girl who can cheer anyone up within seconds, That girl who loves and cares for everyone?
            Free spirit is my trait I value the most.
When I was young I was teased and called burned
I have created and started activies before. This isnt new. My problem was never finishing. Im starting over to a new beginning. Everyone needs that once awhile in there lives.
Wake up late, Mornings I hate Don't like leaving my bed The smell of bacon Brings a cravin' Jam spread over bread Hash browns or home fries Always satisfies Kethchup on top
Reading! Writting! Things that make people cringe but makes smilegive me words over sports give me a book over TV
Dearest pinky, so small and frail,
That first week I sat behind you, Staring at your butt-crack. You squished the scriblings on your desk,
New York City, The city of plenty. Fresh, exuberant, The words surround me.   New York City, The lights glimmering. Vibrant, vivid, Life full of meaning.   New York City,
It's weird. Being in a world so differenet from what your are used to.
It comes again, it comes again
This earth is being attacked by what we produce And we live as if there is nothing wrong
I am not three letters my whole existance  is not bound by the skin that is covering my soul by the body that is less than simply because I am larger than you they try to place scars 
I always knew looking back at the tears would make me laugh, but I never knew looking back at the laughs would make me cry,  funny how the same things that make you laugh can also make you cry,
A luminous light shoots into the air, As a 'Boom' rips through the sound barrier, An explosion occurs, Beautiful patterns are embedded into the night sky. For a short while.
Today Shades upon shades of cover and shadow Smokescreens of laughter filling an empty hallow. Nobody knows and nobody will ever know. The book nerd who devours stories that pushes
No one knows the real me. On the outisde, I smile, I grin, and I greet everyone  Everyone that has seemed to put me down I hide behind a smile... I smile as if there was not a single problem in my life.
I feel cold; I'm suffocating. I cried as loud as I could. I didn't know that "outside" was bright. Why does everyone look so glad?
"You did this" I think this as I try to sleep my first night at my fourth foster home that year. I am ony six years old. As that night was not cold, my heart was chilling to my soul,
FIRST STANZA: It’s crazy how things and the times change. Crazy seeing how Social Media is ruling things. Kids learn their ways from what they see instead of their parents teaching them what they should be.
Cocooned. Trapped   in lucid pristine existence. Sheltered, Hidden,   from troublesome reality. Delicate wings, You stretch them to fly,   but ensnared by the inexperience,
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
I am a flower ready to burst open and show the world my colors,
Crumpled pages of a tattered heart. Broken quill of a feathered pen. Blured words through tearry eyes. This is how life ends.   Colored paper fresh off the press.
Mom at Six Months: "Wake up honey, it's your turn", to my dad. Me at Sixteen Months: "Wake uh Ake", to our dog. Me at Six: "Wake up mommy, why are you still sleeping!?"
Do you recognize me, I dont look the same. I've changed apparently, no ones to blame. This was my choice This was my road To change the tone of my voice To not carying and heavy loads.  
You say you are docile But you say a lot You are a better liar  Then I have thought   But your pleas Won't get you far When the proof is 
My eyes roamed the beautiful sea of flowers.
How amazing is it that i can feel a heartbeat when i push down onto my stomach. I think, WoW It's alive. I keep wondering how there is new life in me. There is life growing in me...
Let the mind take over the body. Allow fresh air to come rushing to your lungs.
The darknes
There’s a place far away inside of meAnd I come close but then it goes—This sweet place is from my dreams of eternityFrom the heart, the open soul, it’s immortality
it is 4a.m. i peer down at christmas lights strung across dusty anthills. 6 stories and 1 roof high, my metaphorical hand grasps the closest metaphorical hand; knees are pressed up against backs for warmth.
So tired of playing the same sick games Running around in circles playing whose to blame We fight we fight you’re mad you go date around Then when you aint happy Im left to be found
My intestines tied in such lovely bows
Life hits you like a bolt to a tree,
Let me tell you straight,I say yes you say noI say come you say goI hide and you showI inhale while you blowDifferent….
Sitting watching my hand grabs yours you squeeze, I smile, you laugh, no noise I lean, you lean, I shut my eyes, a shock, a welcome, a sweet surprise, I reach, you hug, my body's numb,
I sit here 
"Here you go" They said. "Here is your little bundle of joy" Like all, I had paused and reflected on my past. At that moment, I didn't mean to drown in drunken thoughts. I couldnt help it.
Not many know me Nor do they know my past Naive describes those who know only my top layer But when one comes truely When one comes with respect They will come to love me as I will to them
Something I knew existed, but never tried; I was scared of the feeling its might stir inside; Fear of being judged, is what first comes to mind; But far is something I refuse to let linger in my mind;
When it comes to life, things don't always go the way you want it. Plans and goals are written carefully, yet misfortune occurs and mess it all up. Living to the fullest
Sometimes, letting go seems necessary, like I have no other choice but to let my fears and problems- swallow me whole.   Sometimes, I'd look in the mirror and study myself hard,
Spread your wings and follow your destiny. Open your eyes and see the reality. Close your eyes and see what could be. Flap your wings and fiollow the path. Evolve into a beautiful butterfly. You've crawled low and miserably for too long.
as the rain dances from the sky descending, falling  from weighted clouds  they find indulgence  in newfound independence  exposure to the pressure of wind 
The shack The shed The grass has bred The leaves are dry The trees are dead The path forgot where once it led The birds no longer fly the sky The wind whispers words once said
The life of light is sweet,           The still of dark is not           As I sit here and weep,           My heart begins to rot.           My life without a smile,
The life of light is sweet,           The still of dark is not           As I sit here and weep,           My heart begins to rot.           My life without a smile,
The fear of newness Could also be called the fear of change Why change what you are used to? Why make the switch from old to new? Or is neophobia the fear of not understanding? the fear the unknown?
I was the quiet girl in school I was the uglyduckling I was the nerd I was your average girl with a big heart and big dreams   I have grown  I have learned how to create a solution to my problems
Out of all of the millions of things in the world that I would want to change my top choice would be smart computers. I like how we can say things to our phones and the words will pop up n the screen.
I have known this space for awhile now But like some old jeans i grow tired of it The thing that i thought protected me Stops me from reaching my potential The space that i enjoyed
Then my life started to fall apart...BoyfriendGood friendsPopularGood lookingIt was all in my handsBut it was falling out of His grasp.
Then my life started to fall apart...BoyfriendGood friendsPopularGood lookingIt was all in my handsBut it was falling out of His grasp.
A new day A new mornig A new breath A new beginning   Yesterday is behind you Laugh at its mistakes Tomorrow is beyond you Smile at its mysteries Today is yours for the taking
Here I write my vindicationFor my rightful dedicationWhile through holy elevationMy mindset moves to idolizationWhile in sweet elationTo a land of implication
Flow in the wind like a flower in the Spring, Your delicate petals swirl in the midst. Touched by your warm smile, waiting all along just to hold you a while. Tulips grow in May showers, 
It' ok to cry you learn to smile a little harder
A conversation about politics gets most people uptight
Taking my new heart, I'll have a fresh start
Who am I to accuse and judge a life? So many find pleasure in judging mine  Dealing with so many different kinds of strife Fighting hard to find a little peace in time  
Where is the feeling? The absence of loaded words
This passion of mine is a craft I refine,  Words Clash and align then get graft into lines.   Disaster and crime get you blast with a nine,  Just for cash or a dime bet you castin' a sign.
gleaming in the fluorescent light, brighter than the moon against a pitch-dark sky, breath catches, it’s beauty unforetold. not everything in the lost and found has been discarded.  
As I look up in the sky,
If you learned to walk in the dark.How would you act when the lights come on?If you spent your whole life high.How would you face the day sober?If you spent your whole life lost,Would you really want to be found?
Most of us believe that we are free, But in reality, we are nothing more than a working bee. Most of us believe that the system is fair, But in reality, its only causing us pain.
to compare it to the first steps of a young calf doesn't do it justice. to say it's like the first flight of an eaglet,  petrifying and liberating, doesn't begin to describe it.
Earth! what a small word for a bulbous creation,so much diversity, from cultures to racesfrom continent to countries, from places to nationswhat a gift God gave us for ages and ages
 I must admit I am quite compelled,This path doesn't seem to fit me,Wondering now if I can turn around,Trying to make sense of this,Intoxicated ,Oh these stories they kill me,
And so it begins, our maiden voyage   We start, launching glances, cannons, from across the room Pull anchor, casting off from walls we once docked We sail, setting
A bottle of Jack rests on the shelf in the garage. Alone and empty it sits, waiting for what? To be replaced by another just like it?
She doesn't like the rain It washes up what once was sunk Dodging drops, all in vain No, she doesn't like this rain The shore littered with memories, pain She buries them in sand, Grains of Time
If rays of light refract, rend rainbows, then surely I can make a change If salmon somehow stagger homeward, surely I can stay the course If men have trekked the might of mountains, surely I can rise above
We as a nation fail to realize what's what when it comes to politics. When something goes wrong we're quick to blame our president. If someone kills someone pf a different race, they're racist or a terrorist.
Words are loaded, tongues are sharp speaking bullets, missing marks conversation in crossfire tensions like we're in trenches and still this isn't the hardest part   Dropping bombs, explode, remark
We are students  Some of us fail Some misunderstood Some prosper Some are just late bloomers   You find yourself Your crowd Your personality Your soul  
"Won't you reconsider?" He said with a smirk I try not to quiver, He catches a jerk of the wrist, just a twitch, but enough to reveal the nerves, now induced, by the thought of His work  
  Metamorphosis A change throughout time and age Parting ways with old   Onward to the life That you have always wanted Goodbye to the old   Different outlook
There's something to be said of the Man Divided To function with cogs not sync With one eye open while other blinks Only to look towards different directions   Different directions, and he's but one vessel
It's hard deciphering secret agendas when I'm busy deconstructing every word you say. Depicting what you've yet to reveal, does that mean I have the upper hand, or am I simply playing into yours?
He sat there, Alone. Staring from a distance At the one he wanted the most.   What a cruel world That would not let him be. What a cruel world, To stop him from loving.  
  Hello Beautiful Stranger   I saw you again. And it felt like we were a thousand stars apart. Your eyes hold this delicate sadness, I feel like a wandering stranger, back at the start.   
Quiet whispers and tendrils of light Hypnotizes in a gripping bite Pitter, patter, so much is brought forth What authority can tell is worth   Something dark, dangerous and biased
Remember that time? When we swore we were perfect Ironically in love with each other’s imperfections Barely leaving any space between us to take in the recollections.
Life is a perpetual cold. It is said to cure it "Do what you're told. Don't stray from the norm, or life will suck." But I am not a sitting duck. The status quo is getting old,
If i can capture the rush of the sea Would it be easier to fall in love with me If i can create lava from my hand To melt the floor right where you stand Would it be easier to fall in love with me
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. 
When in October, the showers did fall The fierce winds piercing, they had destroyed all A roaring monster, an ominous beast
An empty canvas Is as pure as snow, And as white as the clouds   As time struggles on The canvas is yellowed and aged, It is torn and mangled,   The canvas is distraught,
I can only speak for myself On what poetry means it me It is a chance to let my heart bleed out A chance to let my thoughts take wing I am not a master poet I never claimed to be
To get away from the drama that just may consume me I write my hearts true desires the thickness of the pain layers upon layers have taken a painstaking toll on me writing takes the weight off my shoulders
dusty rags fall downat my feet swirl ash and dirt;brilliant white light
  What am I gonna do when you’re gone? Because you couldn’t let anybody in to hear the cries of your sad song. So tell me what am I gonna do when you’re gone?
  Watch the rain drizzle downIt threatens to ne'er endBut all wounds someday healAnd wings will always mend
Worship without focusIs simply a blissful ruckusI can stand before the throne of GodEyes glazed over, I stand a fraudHe will not allow me to stand like this longHe desires my whole, for me to sing HIS song
What I am? Who I am? Where I want to go? Just maybe, I have no clue. I don't have all the answers or the right questions to ask. I have a shadow, an idea,  a belief, a whim,
  If they don't know your dreams They can't shoot them down. Open your eyes child, those pyros are burning 'round. Emptyed my bowl filled with hopeless immunities.
The emptiness consumes you, filling your soul with darkness, you can't run fast enough, you can't hide well enough, Because it is inside you, forever.
  Why I write: I write to unleash desire Like many forbidden dreams, I write at night I write to control the beast who wishes to devour
I started writing to express the hurt that was wrapped, twisted, and concocted inside of me. It seemed to be the only way that I could fully open up and express where I actually wanted to be.
(poems go here) We hold these truths to be self-evident, that if you are a minority then you are  irrelevent. And If you're not using drugs, then you must be selling it. Living in a world, where girls are no longer celibate
What is this admiration?You are my aspiration.So if this is my chance to tell you,There will be no hesitationLet your whispers be my bedtime storyAs you lay on my chest in all your gloryAll the intimacy
Practicing our prayers Making our lives look great Making sure we didn’t sin So there would be nothing on to debate coming on service on time almost never been late trying to smile to each other
To find a new meaning: The finish line I have been running to for 18 years is really the starting gunshot.
Mi carta de amor, Que maravilla mirar como caen tus palabras hasta llegar encima de mis mejillas. Como una cascada calmada me llegan a salpicar tus encantadas oraciones amorosas.
When you see me you would think, There goes a strong young man. Never close to breaking him, He feels as much as a tin can. And if you asked me now, this is what I'd tell. I've never shed a tear
You say I lie I clearly can't remember Everyone forgets about me in December Friends quickly turn into enemies toward me No one seems to be talking about anything but me In a cruel way nothing but hidden laughs
Will you still love me when my locks have turned gray My dark skin losing texture inevitable as my ashes to one day fly with jays As the ticks of the clock refuse to stop you'll join me one day
Dear Stranger,
The beast in me has woken up. The howling of the light that shone through my soul untied the knot of frenetic encapsulation.
I am a shell, holding the possibility of life soft to touch, but strong, and yet, still vulnerable I am an embryo, racing to grow while being shadowed by death I am a hatchling
When life gives you lemons you make lemonade When life gives you cruelty you turn into a renegade Opressed by the powerful and feared of the mighty Fearing on what tommorow might bring
I, the born, originated in an abyss, encased in vague darkness; inaudible; interminable.
My enemy, my loved one, someone so close. Walked away and didn't turn back. The thoughts that traveled through my mind. Years later, introduced once again. The hatred that circulated through my blood,
I am expendable. And I absolutely will not believe that I can do great things. I understand this may be a surprise, but “Have faith in your abilities” Was a lie, and “I’ll never figure it out”
I have 98 days until I’m gone Gone from friends, gone from family, gone from home I have 98 days to get ready Deadlines, clothes, jobs, money I have 98 days to think Am I ready ? Or am I not? Can’t it just wait?
Heading home for lunch is the only highlight I have and it’s too long for my liking. They call me Grumpy; my six brothers know better than to bug me. I ignore them and worry about my own business.
I remember him, He was strong and full of joy, It was him I loved. Taking for granted, What once was forever mine, Caused him to be gone.
The media controls how beauty is defined, He may be a follower, or he may be left behind. I give you the test, the one that tells in time, How you may be judged, or aren't right in the mind.
A fight to fight A will to win A loss and all its strife A maiden bane An iron chain A cosmic blow to life A thought profound A mind unbound A song to set you free A voice to quell
The truth of forgiveness is a loving embrace: once seeming lost, warm radiant beheld of passive serenity gathered its force.
Lets rip into hypocrisy I dont mean The Bible it's perfect I mean our hypocrisy Explain to me how you see vision of Poles, strippers strip strip for you And money falling from the trees
In a little house, just off the main road I lived and loved with my family. The house was small, and often cramped, But it was warm, with good smells and lots of smiles. It was a house of imagination,
Breathe Just In and Out You can do it This time you’ve got it
New faces bring new thunderstorms The smell of fresh rain on pavement shows change in the air The lightning flashes a bright sky for a split second The moment rips away as thunder claps the same old darkness back
The months of waiting and tears Lead to this moment; Where I can finally hold you again, And hear your heartbeat, And breathe you in. It's been too long since i've seen you're smile And your eyes,
I Graduated! High School is finally over I am now going to college to be free It was fun for the moment Parties Late nights Drinking Being on your own Then exams begin to come your way
For every hero there is a villain, There is a win in ever lost, Just as the poor and rich are binned by thought, One has to fall, For another's strive, Often conflicted by truth, Deceived by lies,
Your troubles were my troubles, your struggles I made my own. What I got in return was nothing more, but pain. Now what do I have to show, I am nothing but alone. My eyes watered like rain, you made me feel so insane.
Its been 24 hours since yesterday, I know u might think That I exaggerate but I just can't explain' This feeling is suffocating me, Cuz I know yours aren't the same' that you thought they were...
When I was a kid, I thought the world was like the one in the cartoons The hero dressed in his red, white, and blue would always fly in and save the day
As the clouds get bigger and darker I feel my heart starting to beat faster The thundering makes the whole world shake I wish these walls would just break Let the rain in; let it fall down on my cheek…
I was born into a great family When you have a family it is not always about me. A family is about love We all fit tight like a glove.
Being broke a having you wishing money grew on trees And keys to Mercedes would appear from no where like a stray dog wit rabies And see I'm scared to love a lady
(A poem based on telling my past self four years ago)-Does contain suggestive language Dear freshman me: Hey!- you yes you there blond- hair tip moron -sighs-
Am I ready for the real world? Time just simply flies by Now junior, about to be senior Have thoughts about college, but Not ready Not ready, to leave family Not ready, to leave friends
Today is the day for change, Eyes up, Signs high, Voices loud, Jim Crowe has no hold anymore, Chains are crumbling, This is a revolution, We are more than 3/5 of a man, We are human,
Who am I? Right now. I know, I know. But who am I, when the world turns dark? As I wander through this endless park? Am I me? Am I you? Do I love? Do I hate?
Inspire me beloved poetry, surrounded in nothingness, alone and lonely, no place to call home but hell, but if hell is my realm then what next may come, asked I the suicidal bastard son,
School is now over, and I have nothing to do But I know I have a basketball game at 2 What team should I play for what team should I choose I have to think fast cause the deadline is soon
In the darkest hours That I live in fear I want to kill myself For all this hate in me It's a new hope for me To believe in my self To change myself to be anew
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