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When looking
Not seeing
When touching
Not feeling
These are the conditions
Yet the touch
And the sight
Fill the void
Of their own accord
As I write this ,
My heart bleeds into tears ,
Which runs through my fears ,
Into my soul deep ,
Where it all roars and weep ,
I feel this pain in my heart ,
Which tears my feeble heart apart ,
Most people stay awake
Hours it may take
Tossing and grasping
Your mind is so
Same things from weeks ago
Night and days
Hold me in the sunset
As I would feel kept
But not fully awaken
Through the cold month
A thin grape vine curls up
A ruined chimneyStanding in a field,
Kissed by rain,
Stone and brick
Are made the same
A Fata Morgana mirage loomed hazily, yet intensely off in the distance
On a scale of untold magnitude with respect to packing heat
So she felt it best to take the path of least resistance
In the midst of Spring,Avenues are blossoming,Its a story of Within Warmth gentle capture,A Photo of wonder by air,A season's Splendor takes allure.
In the God's universe
A law prevails
Where one thing, is
Held by another reigns
The sun controlls the planets
And, The planets control life
Animals prey eachother
When the brutal battle of bards begins
and my metaphorical sword is set
may the verse overflow like molten steel,
may it rouse Romeo and Juliet.
When my guard goes down at the close of day
I don’t write poems.
To relay one’s thoughts
into an arrangement
of pompous words and
literary contrivances is awful.
To use calculated words
and chaotic stanzas
just to appear
Je veux être connu sous un seul nom
Comme Dessalines, Christophe et Pétion
Comme Pelé, Ali ou un grand champion
Comme Edison, Jefferson et Washington.
The darkness sweeps across the land
It covers everything like a sheet
Not a star is visible
For even they were darkened
Every light that was shining
The darkness sweeps across the land
It covers everything like a sheet
Not a star is visible
For even they were darkened
Every light that was shining
This must be GROWTHIt's neither about an increase in size,nor the comeliness of my thighs,a lesson on puberty,or how time flies. It's an enlarging on the inside,though unseen by mere eyes,but cannot be denied,I speak of a strength supplied. See, t
Once the Poet is done psychically with his or her craft
With the vernacular of his or her masterpieces
It’s the role of the readers to add mentally missing pieces
Tonight I will write a happy poem
A poem about how I survived the day
Or maybe about the day I have intended to survive tomorrow
Or the good memories
For some poems, you’re punctual:
You place your pencil on your notepad,
You settle in your seat,
You even read the syllabus,
The poem introduces itself,
Someday somebody’s gonna treat you right
They’ll take your hand and hold it tight
They’ll keep you safe all through the night
And remind you how you loved to write
I am waiting waiting for the day to come
I sit in my desk with silent,
While my friend group talks bad about me in quiet,
They talk about how I dress,
And they absolutely despise how I act,
This is just another love poem
Nothing too exciting
Just a lost soul grasping to words
To try and pull himself out of the dark
Love? dark?
Didn’t expect those words together?
Or maybe you did
...I Am the stone of Kindness dropped into the sea of Humanity creating an Eternal ripple effect of Good Vibes and Love.
#MissionStatement
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,
You know,
You never really learned to accept a gift
Whether it was a compliment
Or wine
Or tear drops on your couch
And especially my heart
You never could fathom my love
It’s depth or viscosity
Today I am tears of joy
Triumphs on a mountaintop
Autumn leave and funny T-shirts
Today I am shaking knees
Giggles for no reason
I am songs hummed to no one
The squeak of new shoes
Today I am a sad poem
Not because of any man
Or any woman either
Not because there is nothing to be happy about
And I have much to be thankful for
I am a sad poem because I’m sad
As I put myself threw this pain.as I hide my face with shame .if only I knew the real truth about u I wouldn't of fell in love with you this will the end of my best friend
love is something that comes and goes love is something everybody knows Love is something you can't hide Love is something always by your side love is something you can't hate love is something you both create love is something that forever real L
Used to cry once,
beyond the trance of feelings
unassumed -
used to feel bad.
I don't know what I feel now
and I don't darken the room anymore.
Smokes don't fly like
Poetry has no rules
it’s just me
speaking my truth
sharing my inner desires
while trying to make sense of it all
Its like a beautiful chaos
or an abstract painting
its like a abstract thought
order in the court!
the judge yelled out loud
as a loud uproar came from the crowd
the judge asked if peace could take the stand
the crowd proceeded with the questions
how do you think you could help?
it was a stormy night
5 minutes passed the hour
the birds had gone to sleep
and the world was finally ours
i took her for a ride
and i saw how the waves crashed against her thigh
the calm after the storm
reminds us that
pain doesn’t last forever
chaos is swept from under our feet
we get a fresh start to try again
to do better
to be better
rainbows are a sign
Words are more than words
They're a reflection of our heart
Speckles like the stars
It's a art like you and Mars
These words shape realities
These words are like duality
Life and death resides in it
Thoughts in my head feel heavy
Why do the thoughts in my head make me weary?
The past few days have been tragic
And while I was in it, I wasn't in the present moment.
Distracted by currency
My love for you is greater than all the stars in the galaxy.
Love so pure and true.
Love so perfect, you’re my best view.
Oh, planets
Oh dear planets,
I wonder sometimes,
how does Mercury manage
to have icy shadowed craters
with the Sun's warm embrace?
And I deliberately ponder,
Folks This Is NO JOKE A Creative OVERLOAD...
Is Something That Now Flows When My Mind Goes INTO ZONES...
Where Words And Verse Make My Hands HURT... !!!
Because of ALL The Notes That I Now Type In Prose... !!!
Ya Know CERTAIN Dudes Have Told Me... “ That I’m Rude ! “...
Well Now If This Is TRUE My Response To You FOOLS...
I noticed your wore down, determined hands held stories only you collect.
I noticed how your skin held scars through the physical.
I noticed your childlike smile and how I wish it could have stayed there for a lifetime.
from being utterly unconscious about what she is doing,
to being highly responsive to her mind
a soul completely astrayed, out of dumbness
The only thing that cures my rage is love
the only thing that matters in love is that they love me back
so many sorowful nights have passed
longing for someone to love me the way I do them
I've Had This Said A NUMBER of Times … !!! When It Comes To Lines In ….. " My Poems " ….. "Virgil Man, Your poetry is, just too long !" Well Here's A SHOCK Cos' This One's NOT … !!!!! Attention Spans Have CLEARLY DROpped … !!!
Within the writer's hand,
She lays very calm,
Writing down things with no delay,
She remains busy all day.
2 years
It's been two years now.
Two years of hiding scars and razor blades,
Two years of food deprivation and self-hate,
She broke you
So many times
That after awhile you couldn’t
Feel a goddamn thing
So I cried for you
And you couldn’t understand why
You used to bicker, holler, and fight
Yeah, I still heard, even though I was in bed at night
How could one sleep when you were yelling at the top of your lungs?
Been that way since I was young
Immediately, a very rich and three-dimensional avatar of a beautiful woman appeared in front of him. She was standing in the middle of a forest full of trees.
Go ask Alice in her padded cell how she took a tumble and fell down a rabbit hole of illusion now don’s a straight-jacket of confusion. Go ask Alice with her veins full of Lithium how she surrendered to her delirium of smoking caterpillars and a
Thank you teacher ,for your kind gesture.
You reached deep in my heart, and encourages me to start.
You polished me ,and I found what I could be.
You made me a way ,to give me a better day.
Ya Know On My Travels I Now Sit in Sandals...
In Rittenhouse Park In … Central Philly …
But It's FAR From................ Chilly ... !!!
In the poetry reading,The Piano Magic, the inspiration comes from old buildings and theaters
and what used to be inside... And even, the possibility within an imagination, of what might
I have no distinct poetic agenda
Upon the earth I wonder,
With a curious mind that can't help but linger
They birth thoughts that haunt me
MAN I Can Feel The CRACKS ... !!!
As My Body ... LACKS ...
The Youth It Once Had ... !!!
When I Could Withstand Exercise Programmes ....
That Worked All The Muscles That Slowly DO Crumble ... !!!
I wanna live,
And not survive,
I wanna be free,
stop counting to three,
Just like a bird,
flying from my past,
FINE LINES!
Fine lines
fine lines
Between a life of blame and crime
The eclipsed dystopia along the spiteful light of the heart.
Hello my guide, my ill-advised guide.
I see you on my shoulder,
wings bent and mocking a pearl’s features.
Do they gleam with motive or ill-intent
that pushes me towards the moving shadows
Why must every metaphor be taken literally?
For a dog that lays in the sun has no feline whiskers
and a wilted rose still receives its beauteous name.
Hast I lost my eyes, trapped in ceaseless times
Where bleak clouds soar the skies and block my mind?
From these clouds does rain fall; acidic crimes
look at us, can’t you see?
your weapons of greed tear apart this ocean
all for self-gain in industry chains.
are pleas for help not enough commotion?
Tensions are rising, this country is falling.
Are you a bystander or will you come?
Can you hear the strong voice calling?
United people keep on hauling
Words wander around wildly.
Worldwide the words fly.
The words wander wonderlessly.
Wonderfully waiting until
Yes, the finely floating feathers
Floating in the sky
One of the feathers
Even caressed my eye!
Ye olde agua,
Frozen is dismissed.
Oh, my dear Elsa!
Let us dance, dance,
Forever more.
I made you up
When I was a lonely kid,
You never talked to me
But you always listened,
When I was crying
You’d be there with me,
These Days I Stay... “ Elusive “...
While Some Would Say... “ Reclusive “ …
Baby lookin' so pretty on the downtown scene
Roaming around like you are the fucking queen
Heading over to Coney Island for some fun, with your attitude in tow and little handgun
Please ignore this poem!!!
It was not meant to be
Please ignore this poem!!!
Because, you see
By some glitch of some sort
Or error on my part
It seems the same poem two times did depart
So It Seems That GREED...
Is Part of The Disease That Corona Breeds... !?!
Maybe we lost our way, not recently
that's evidentely, empathy is no longer
available in this piece of land
like alchemy principles, to gain is to give.
Again, An another sleepless night passed,Again,A chain reaction of thoughts occurred,Yet Again,YOU crossed,Again, I forced,Again,I missed,Again,Yet Again,Constant I feel, Room of emptinessThis pain, This rage,This sorrow, This bitterness Wonderin
My physical body aches
Terribly as it resonates through my bones like a chord plucked on worn acoustic guitar strings
I beg for the release of the metallic chains of my inability to see beyond the depths of my own soul
I dye my hair black to reflect the world outside
Other colors don’t mean anything now
Have already been like this for a while
People and the streets seem abandoned and grey
So …. What's In A Word ?
Well A Word Like ... F**K ...
Can Possibly Mean You've Run Out of Luck ... !!!
As we cheered to the new year,
That was supposed to be the start of gear,
But Alas! we were embraced by an unwelcoming fear,
Fear of mingling, for not to shed tears,
Now Virgelements' Set Precedents ...
For Sentiments Fit For Regiments ...
Where Expression Deals In LEVELLING ...
Don't Do It Bro, Don't Do it ... !!!
... " NOooooooo' " ... !!!!!!!!!
A Sentiment Sent Because I've Lost A Friend ...
In The WORST Kind of Way Leaving MANY Dismayed ... !!!!!
I wish there was a collection of words I could say to you. A phrase to stop the clock from ticking in the dark. To bring back the lights if just for a moment. Cast away the darkness so that I may see your face, one more time.
Man … "You Cannot Be SERIOUS !" ...
You AIN'T … " John Mc….." ... !!!!!
And That's A FACT …
Why You Trying To Play BAD … ?
When You AIN'T … " Mike Jack " … !!!?!!!
These Words Are Ones On Which To ... " CHEW " ...
.... "Be careful what you do ! Be careful what you do !
.... If cops are in view, and you're being pursued !"
These Days It Seems ... " EXPOSURE And SHAME " ...
Seem To Be The Themes By Which Most Now Play …
Playing The Game of Lying Away … !!!
About Who They Are In Their World of FARCE … !!!!!
" The Pressure... The PRESSURE ... !!! "
Ya Know I'm Like … " V For Vendetta " ...
When It Comes To … " The Pressure " ... !!!
PRESSURES That Surround When You're On SHAKY Ground ... !!!
These Days It's CLEAR I've Now Passed ... " Those Years " ... !!!
Where RUNNING My Mouth ...
To PROVE WITHOUT Doubt ...
That My Thoughts Are SOUND ...
Is NO LONGER A Need That Lives Within Me ... !!!
Hear my chant, that I am crying,
Allured by my answer, they’re all stuck admiring,
Grasped by the gods, pulled by Poseidon,
Carried into the current, by the Song of the Siren,
Hear my chant, that I am crying,
Allured by my answer, they’re all stuck admiring,
Grasped by the gods, pulled by Poseidon,
Carried into the current, by the Song of the Siren,
With open eyes
Just a little thought in another place.It changes the entire structure immediately!
Just a little word in another spot.It changes the whole purpose of content!
Glorified self praise
I like to read my own words,they are of a "special sort"!
Everything else comes only from the outside!From there comes the biggest nonsense!
Sometimes up, sometimes down
I ask myself; Who i really am.I ask myself; after the true sense.
I feel power; and much more!And yet I feel so often empty.
Fight for freedom
I only see virtual pictures ...And on all corners only signs!
Sitting in a noble cage.Digitally scratching the days.
Money, money and money
Where to go with all my money?How much does the whole world cost me?
I am in a material delusion.My mind is beautifully tame.
The new way
The direction seems determined.Nothing takes my courage anymore.
Sometimes I get stuck and wait,on a mild fateful gift.
The real criminal
A gangster - Deep in the heart,Deep inside of him is only pain.
The system - so full of contradictions.Only a moment before the collapse.
Thought lesson
Open the eyes to see.Stretch the legs to stand.
Red, yellow, green - totally the same,poor thoughts - rich thoughts!
Confused frequencies
My being - so beset and glum.A frequent wave is shifting my mind!
The control from the outside, so strong.The own will - buried in the coffin.
The divine gift
I always give you only plain view.I always show you only truth!
Good and evil - all without judgment,The truth knocks - she hurries.
The easy life
I do not need much for life!Because basically it's just a game!
Who know the rules and how to bend them a little,knows how to win in this game!
Everything foolish?
Who feels the words and listen to the meaning,is justly outraged by this world!
Selfish, deaf and also dumb,the whole humanity is running around!
Life "under control"
The calm and the strength,holds "that" which creates everything.
The big and the little,it comes of its own!
Change of the eras
Why do I do this and that?Why am I acting this way and not otherwise?
Do I always have the free choice?Or do I really have the agony each time?
The chemistry of the sky
The sky was dark blue any times!I still remember exactly!
Such a deep and fulfilling blue!I still remember exactly!
The "small" life
Ants I have admired abound,when I was young.
Clouds I have admired abound,when I was young.
Birds I have admired abound,when I was young.
At the beginning there was...
I feel it in my stomach,others feel it too!
A state of happiness.Time - an endless piece.
From the beginning to the end
At the beginning was the love.At the end in there was life.
At the beginning was the day.At the end in there was time.
At the end comes the strength
The end is slowly approaching,That's what a faithful scout told me.
Now it suddenly becomes obvious to me;It is coming suspiciously close to me.
A fork far from all understanding
Like a blossom-white cloud on the horizon that nobody notices...... That's how many people live their time.
Path of Truth
No one can follow the true path.Everyone will avoid this tough path.
But if one is very old and wise.Then one understands the meaning of the long journey.
Paths of love
See over there. She wakes up.She have slept and rested for a long time.
Now she is truly strong and pure,so the evil end will be very soon.
A world so beautiful
The green meadow blossoms to new life.The empty sky forms his artworks.My spirit, it lives. My heart, it trembles.
Words in full depth...
A few words... They work miracles,They're like tinder for my mind.
A few sentences... with beautiful words,And my heart wants to hoard all love.
Dancing...
I feel the rhythm,I feel every bass vibrate.My head is completely free,All concerns are far away.
Change of feelings
I'm gonna open up to the big whole,I don't wanna keep hiding.
I opened up and freed myself,and had suffered a lot of misery.
Confused...
What comes when something else goes?What's going on if something else is coming?
What passed when something new happens?What happens when something new passed?
A wish for you
I wish you from the heart;No suffering and no pain.
No sorrow and no misery,and not pleading for happiness.
A new star on heaven's tent
You left us very early.Many still can not believe it.
You went to another place.Without saying goodbye ... just gone.
Wordless Love
She's more than a simple word.She is more than a beautiful feeling.She is more than an exciting experience.
In the spirit
Words that enchant.Ideas that delight.Feelings that seduce.
It is so clear and close.Thoughts must travel.Love must be free.
Sometimes I wish...
... I would be a leaf in the wind.And haste from branch to branch.
... I would be a bird in the air,and scatter my scent everywhere.
The true power
My mind is now pure and clear.As beautiful as it has not been for a long time.It is powerful and strongly matured.Almost unbending and stiff.
Love awakens!
Can you feel her?She is invincible and powerful.Evolved she is flourishing magnificently.
Everyone can see her radiate.Everyone will understand it soon.
The biggest whore of all
I love to play with her.It's pure fun to abuse her.
Everyone wants to own and covet her,but only a few will really feel her.
Freedom of thoughts
All my thoughts and my will are free now.The compulsion and urge for success is now over.
There the last veil is also falling,and reveals the true vultures.
Confused Ghost
Words which open doors.Thoughts which move mountains.Emotions which move worlds.
Love
My true love is out out there somewhere,I'd love to rush to her today!
I want to tell her everything, describing how I feel,that her smile may flush all the bad out of me.
Fantastic voyage
Maturing spirit.Flowering landscape.Sun rays on my skin.
New but old.Old yet new.
Infinity in transience.Ephemeral infinity?
Everywhere lies!
Detecting a lie is difficult for the most people.For they no longer know the truth of our world.
Now or never...
Just a whiff, and then it's time.Just a blink of an eye and it's there.The certain moment, this particular moment,The one you've seen coming for a long time.
Timeless tones
Words without love, without sound,Strokes along my ear.
Meaningless, playful sounds,preached to me of incredible beauty.
Money is reigning!
All the false teachings of this world,teach you; the most important thing is money.
Everybody has understood itnot just who did not find it yet.
Creative power of thoughts
Wherever I go, there is no darkness.Because I create the light!
Wherever I go, there is no pain.Because I create happiness!
The Phoenix rises up
He rises from the old ashes.His wings are strong and broad,His gaze is undimmed and sharp.Imposingly he is rising into the air.
was, wenn wir beide geh‘nkein licht am ende seh‘ndie liebe nur noch scheinwussten können nicht zusammen sein habe nie so geliebt wie dichoder diente es nur zum schutz für michwollte nie sehen wie du bistoder dir sagen du wirst vermisst wurden vom
All Around Teaching
Last night I was in paradise.I felt so good, not bad at all.Then I saw a bright light,I walked towards it, but I didn't touch it.
I'll be waiting!
Together we hike on many paths,towards true happiness and enlightenment.Without seeing the goal in front of our eyes,we'll try to comprehend it.
Roulette of life
You are in me and I am in you!And just together we create the "here".
Everything together results in the whole,It ripens and thrives, from seed to plant.
The loneliness in the communality
Today we are leaving together,It goes in the direction of heaven, up and up.
Ode to loneliness
Oh my faithful friend where we stand today.I have see it coming for a long time!
With you by my hand,I moved all over the country.
The leading
The journey begins with the first step.Go, I will accompany you a bit.I'll show you the right way,it leads along a narrow footbridge.
Carousel of Madness
Everything familiar repeats itself.Old things are just new polarized.
Just a few see the big lie.Even less understand it.
The way
The road is dark and uneven,but I feel a pleasant warmth.I feel the warmth of a light from afar.I follow this warmth, I follow her far beyond...
My friend
Only with one in a lifetime I would build shit.Only to this one I would entrust everything!
Here and now
A day may affect the week.But the week also the day.
An hour can create your day.But the day also the hour.
Materialism of heaven
After many years I am finally ready.I feel; my time is coming now.Nothing can hold me here any longer,nothing will split my mind again.
The path to destination
To know no path does not mean to search no destination.
Finding a path does not mean "having no destination".
Young souls...
Young in spirit, mature in body.The behavior, it is still stiff.
Unreasonable and also stubborn,it's going through a tough cure.
Always again
A new day, he is born.The last one, I have lost now.In the beginning he is full of hope and so wonderful.Until he's whispering to me; today, it will not be so great.
Insight
Honesty and love bring you true happiness,Did you understand it, there is no way back!
Like all flowers
Like all blooming flowers in spring,I also like to flourish at this time.
But this year I will bloom more.I will unfold my whole splendor.
The butterfly in the wind
I open my eyes but I do not see anything.Everything is so dark, not a hint of a light!
I close my eyes
and see a thousand worlds
Made up of pictures tastes and
handpicked words
When my hands rest against
The lettered keys
I write myself into
a lucid dream
Here’s to the mavericks!
What a bunch of assholes.
To imagine a better world,
They have the gall to challenge the status quo,
By spinning thin air into gold!
No one is coming to rescue us.
It’s a hard truth to trust.
Surely there must be a hero?
But there is none.
It is only us versus them.
Epitome of Altruism
“Live and breathe kindness
Selflessness is a guidance
It is a lifestyle
Helping you fight through every trial”
God will only find you in death,
Your life won't matter to him.
The help that you expect
Is shortcoming with every breath.
I had a dream nothing mattered,
Time just plays with us
Inspiration, for me
comes from the ink carved squiggles
of the written word.
Never before has anything
been more beautiful
I am inspired by my mother
Her tenacity
Her strength
I am inspired by the care she shows to my grandmother
Who no longer remembers her name
I am inspired by the kindness she shows her patients
I am inspired by my mother
Her tenacity
Her strength
I am inspired by the care she shows to my grandmother
Who no longer holds the ability to remember her own name
The "real dream"
I want to live all my dreams!I want to take and give.
It's a wise and mature spirit,which shows me the way towards purpose.
inspiration doesn't have one source
from everywhere it takes its course
lives in places, different faces
graces nature with it's force
if you can't see it all around us, start looking
My eyes are of waiver
They click and tock onto
the views that are given--
calloused hands twiddling a sauce covered spoon
make my vision spell a new line
on paper.
What does it mean to be inspired?
Inpiration can be found in a place you feel safe, a person you look up to, an item with a lot of meaning.
So What Does It Mean To Be .... " Corrupt " .... ?!?
Well These Days It Would Seem ...
A Good Place To Start Is Within GOVERNMENT ... !!!
A uniquely appearing demeanor,
Plus a little surprise of texture in each bite,
I proudly identify myself with a flavor known to be
Premium, fresh, and light.
When the sun lifts, I think about tomorrow
and the earth bringing foreign land,
making rosemary and lavender
that grows from three month rain.
Her mind
His body
Her attitude
His ambition
I crave what they have
What they´ve worked so hard for
I want it so I´ll fight for it
My inspiration is competetion
Her mind
His body
Her attitude
His ambition
I crave what they have
What they´ve worked so hard for
I want it so I´ll fight for it
My inspiration is competetion
Love inspires me to Adore,
Pain gave me a reason to work for more.
Love inspires me to be Active,
Pain gave me a reason to break from being held captive.
Love motivates me to do right by others,
They ... HATE IT Don't They ... ?!?
When You ........................................................... IGNORE Them .....
What lays out there
in the deep of the night
with roaring blazes of life and light
masses so big whose dance is so fine
a sweet sound of nothing
silence divine
I realize I've been staring
Immigrants THIS And Immigrants THAT ... !!!
All This Government Talk's Helping Hatred SOAR ... !!!!!
Meantime They KEEP ON Making Plans And Setting ... "TRAPS" ... !!!
Love is not what it seems. It is not a delicate feeling that makes one bubbly and light inside. It is not flowers and sunshine. Birds do not chirp. Rainbows do not appear. Life is not happy and perfect. Love is the opposite.
They shed their blood, sweat, and tears.
Doubt wasn't a stranger, but they still faced their fears.
People who have made something from little nothings
That have gone before me, confidently spreading their wings.
Oh! Thou sweet land of the free, 🇱🇷
You paved the way so others could find their ways
Where men of letter fought for a better day,
And find solutions without delay.
Oh! The first daughter of Africa 🇱🇷
Dear Black people
When we ask about our history
They show us a black man on chain
Being flogged by another man of diverse color
It all started when things were "No longer at ease", for Chinua Achebe,
He has to take it because it was like " Things Fall Apart".
You are truly a product of love,
Divided by the sum of your ego,
Subtracted by the quotient of your imperfection,
Multiply by the difference of your commitment.
I'm ... " Back On Track " ...
DESPITE The Fact That Some Believe I'm NOT THE MAN ... !?!
THE MAN With Words To FEED The HERDS ...
So I Think It's Time We Looked At THAT ... !!!
These Days I'm AMAZED In .... " SO MANY WAYS " ... !!!
People Seem To Think That Things Are OKAY ... ?!?
A Law Passed Today Has Left Me ... AMAZED ... !!!
Take Your Time Man USE Your Mind ...
Before You Try To Ride With CRIME ... !!!
Take Your Time When You Design ...
Your Prose To Flow Poems In Rhyme ...
How Many Is A Simple Question ... !!!!
How Many Now Require DETENTION ... ?!?
How Many Times Do We See Crimes ...
But Then Incline To Turn ... "Blind Eyes" ... ?!?
The man has superior citizenship amongst creations being earth's caretaker. He was created first and given a woman only when living alone was sadder. Formed in his Creator’s image, GOD looks like a man and not like a woman.
So Many CLAIM They Want To HELP ... !!!
But Seem To Me To ... " Help THEMSELVES " ... !?!
From Charities To Families ...
Who Help Long After ................... " TRAGEDIES " ..... !!!!!
Chill or KILL I've Had My Fill ...
of Those Who Want To Test My Will ... !!!
I Chill These Days Cos' People Prey ...
Like RAIN FILLED Clouds In Skies of Grey ...
I've Just Read A Poem ...
About ... " Child ABUSE " ... !!!
It's Touched Me So Deeply ... !!!
I'm Now Feeling ... BLUE ... !!!!
It's Filled Me With SADNESS ...
And FILLED ME With MADNESS ... !!!!!
Snow lightly coats the top of the river,
Sides of houses covered in icicles,
Christmas lights shine so bright
Headlights look too similar.
I danced in the riverbanks and couldn't help
The giant awakes
His empire calls
From his glass castle in the sky
A million feet tall
With mighty, heavy step
The giant awakes
His empire calls
From his glass castle in the sky
A million feet tall
With mighty, heavy step
The giant awakes
His empire calls
From his glass castle in the sky
A million feet tall
With mighty, heavy step
I've had this said
a number of times !
When it comes to lines
in ,,, My Poems ...
"Virgil man, your poetry
is just too long !"
Well here's a shock
cos' this one's not !
Persephone, Queen of the Damned
Daughter of Spring
A true vegan; Natural blogger
Has a garden so elaborate; winter cannot crumple
Flowers, Vines, Plants galore
A great palace of Earth
This is a poem about police shootings.
What’s are they doing?
NOTHING!!!
That might not answer your question,
But I know something.
I want to read books over here.
I want to read books over there.
Books are great to read everywhere.
I read with my friends at the library.
I read with my sister at home.
when I choose you
not the intention of the heart to hurt you
when i love you
not the intention of the heart to curb your freedom
when I fell in love with you
the cutest thing
is when we walk through a garden
and the bees harmoniously hover around you
miataking you for a flower
oh silly bee, oh silly me
i too make the same mistake
Kira
The Uber was early
And more radiant than expected
From it rope ran
Into the setting sky’s Cerulean canvas
Tugging what I don’t know,
Hard to say goodbye to you
But this is the only word, that I can say to you
After all the happiness and tears with you all along
A big step in my life that I have to do
Letting you go away in my life
I used to let my emotions out
For it to fly in free motion
It was like a white dove poor and innocent
The bird was not able to turn into an eagle
Its soft wings spread through the air
It takes a hero to live life,A master to love life,And a monster to take life.Ceaselessly pulling myself together, only to have everything unravel,Like twine in a fire,Ashes lost in the wind,Smearing the shore.Carrying my placid regretsThat I hav
Alone in the dark, yet brave
Given the power, you've adapted and slaved.
to the hateful men, and the judgemental stares.
They've taken your innocence
And turned you into tears,
Why is the world filled with destruction. Why are we filled with so much obstruction. Trying my hardest to struggle through. Trying to believe and juggle through. All these obstacles I face. Leavin
Red lips
take a sip of the evening's wine.
Heavily coated lashes gazed upon her victim.
A man of 5'7", broad shoulders, able to scare any other man with a certain gaze.
Red lips
take a sip of the evening's wine.
Heavily coated lashes gazed upon her victim.
A man of 5'7", broad shoulders, able to scare any other man with a certain gaze.
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texas.don,g,nutt,59,poem,fuck with me cause all eyes faceing me fuck with me cause i asked fuck with me cause i care fuck with me right here right fucking now fuck with me from sun down to sun up fuck with me in the telley room fuck with me in the
owtexas,don,g,nutt,59,poem,she,me from my very polite manner ball for the night she me by the way i am she me comeing from where im from she me down to the touch to the stroke the feel she groans im to real she me from my status to my manly vibe i
texas,don,g,nutt,59,poem,im,her,from the look to the style to the sexy classical way she is from her small size feet to her long maine hair to her apple bottom behind seating right sitting tight in her jeans im her im so her to the way she blush t
texas,don,g,nutt,59,poem,im,him,im him from sun up to sun down everytime i open up my weepy eyes to another sunlight im me im him better then most look the best no future in the front i go hard im him the name the face the groove the smooth im hi
texas,don,g,nutt,59,poem,party party like a rock star party party on down its me once again full of juice an gin this time beyounce upgrade party like a rock watch this bitches this hoes drop down low touch they toes wiggle that ass id rather be f
texas,don,g,nutt,59,poem,g,thangg g,smooth in the game you know my name xrated from the hood leyts get this nation wide crip ride understood from a g to a key its the g,thang in a big homey like me poping off slugg after slugg its the deffinitiona
texas,don,g,nutt,59,poem,im me so who you im me so how could this be im me so who be you im me so what it do talking down get down round for round known but the thought the point is who you you say who me i be the m,v.p.
k cometexas.don.g.nutt,59,poem,reapping my hood reapping my block,comeing from the blvd ghetto super star off the chain you know my name drapped up drippying on them thangs you know the hood i claim its a real g,thangg reaping this streets reaping
texas,don,g,nutt,59,poem,flipping,layed back behind the wood lets get theflipping understood lean back in the fly ride hand from side to side reap ya hood threw the trunk on pop swangg bangg turn the musical funk up a notch full weed pull blow puf
texas.don.g.nutt,59,poem,still,mobbing, mobbing deep in this texas streets you know the name by now its fame no false claim as i mobb reaping texas magnolia soutern south side grooven my body straight moveing whats up to my family whats up to my p
texas.don,g,nutt,59,poem,so,real.so real so nice so right so dedicated for me to be me so compassionately me as i stroll to the next faze in this lime you see the realness i be i have begun this is the beganing of just won dedicaited to me im the
texas.don.g.nutt,59,poem,i got my eyes on you who watching you girl i got my eyes on you for whatever the ocassion choice to be digging you front an center on the spot you know who eyeballing an watching you girl feeling you all over the life when
texas.dong.nutt,59.poem,so hard comeing straight from the streets like straight outta compton im hard from the words from the rhyme from the bottom to the top go hard boy throw down any city any town any spot any shine i go hard you know the name
texas.don.g.nutt,59,poem,river,flow,row row row your boat gentley down the river flow stream its the rock the roll the shake dont break its not a take are a lifes stake this riverflow,as the river stream goes an go in it deep let the sail boat roc
texas,don,g,nutt,59.poem,thugg,love,thugg ove withpassion from the hood known in the streets this thugg love is greatly thugg from the pants that hang an sagg thugged out like bone thugg this one know to be cuz thugg love the one she wants the one
texas,don,g,nutt,59.poem,beautifulman.beautiful man she likes she want she needs a beautiful man such as me i can see it in her eyezs, from the smile on her face to the feeling of her touch she adores the compassion of me so much a beautiful man i
texas.don.g.nutt,59,poem,drank.drank in my hand as i stand front an center to the floor its much much more in the cup world wide pour up sipp drank bopp drop short stop lean im so clean in the mix of the clubb no typa scrubb millions want love d
texas,don.g.nutt.59.poem.western man, ima western man from the swagga way i walk the way i talk baby whats happening howdy do you do mam surely one fine western woman ima westernman by the way i move to smooth in the game no dern shame total shock
texas,don.g.nutt,59.poem,strapped igotta stay strapped for the hood for the block for the ghetto boy in me for the haters the pretenders that follow my path feel it in the air tonight im strapped better then ever most then more still strapped fro
texas.don.g.nutt59,lover boy lover boy i be loverboy i am loverboy she know loverboy i surely an truely be mr lover boy not shabba, still me reaping just a loverboy like me,texas,don.g.nutt59.poem.loverboy,8-7-2019
Upon the shallow river’s floor,Our protagonist is found,His clothes hang heavy,By a burden he is bound.He empties his fears,As they flow from his ears,He escapes them not,For a new guide appears.
my necklace is itching my skin
its giving me rope burn
pain thats self inflicted
hurts like no other hurt
my neck is turning blue
im running short of breath
ive kicked away my stool
I'm gay, I'm straight, I love, I hate, I appreciate I disrespect. I'm smart, I'm dumb. I feel but I'm numb, I fight but I fear. I seek, I hide I run but I stay in place. I won, I lost, I gave it my all. I gave nothing.
i'll admit it
i am not much of a poet
i do not know much about rhyming
i just know about the individual
and how it is hard to be original
how we sit here and talk about nothing
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?
So many poems these days remind me of a college poetry class presentation. Not the students who genuinely want to be there there. No, the students who took the class for an easy A and are now forced to write to pass the class.
“More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through
I used to think that it was all about externalities,
Do anything to fit in and don't get mama mad at me,
It didn't matter how I felt only how other people felt about me,
Kneeling to God my knee hurt,
praying with caution and aiming higher,
So many lovers but love is lost.
Walking through the halls of where I used to be.
I've been gone for years, but it feels like yesterday.
I know the smell, the taste, the touch.
Now when nothing at all appears foreign to me,
Now the leaves are turning to shades of oranges, yellows, and reds, 1
and the ash of yesteryear's past has eluded me, as have my regrets. 2
I used to read a lot more,
That’s just a hardened fact.
Now what I read is simply for school,
Annotations, blue and black.
I remember loving books,
Period.
Not the kind present
at the end of a sentence,
not the kind that
boldly sends a message.
But the secret kind.
The Young Sapling
By: Madison Winchell
The young sapling, small and frail
Is suffocated by the roots of mature trees.
Money doesn’t grow on trees
Which was clearly hard for me to see
I’d ask my mom to buy for me
Sometimes we run.
Just run. And run.
Sometimes not fast enough
to escape our problems.
But sometimes we run
so fast
we forget to
slow down
and enjoy our gift.
You’ve been skating through loveYou must be on a hunt to EnjoiGiving away all the free hugs,Playing with my heart like a toy,Keeping yourself warm like a mugI want to feel your lips like a cup.
Some days I don’t feel like livingWhere is the calm to this storm?I was once in love and thrivingbut now I wonder if she’ll be coming home;back to our bed; and back to meThis love can be madness sometimes
I realized I wasn't a kid anymorewhen I stepped out of the front doorby myself, backpack on my back,eyes looking straight ahead, above the floor.I was going to school on my own,No longer feeling alone,
Another line written
another test taken
no one could see what i think
until I found your black ink
When I was young I used pen
because I thought my work was perfection
Ode to my glasses
Handy,
Flexible,
They are a part
Of me.
I couldn’t live
Properly without them,
I was a girl who was afraid
I'd walk in fear and walk in shame
Left, right, left, right, just keeping straight
Don't make contact, or you'll be made
A fool for being human too,
She went back to her room where her favorite song was just ending at the best part.
The little twinkles that faded with a high D flat that made her emotions fall apart.
Fear, There’s plenty of it, it fills us all Paralyzes us, keeps cautious, wanting to avoid the fall Something we can’t outgrow or out run When it’s there we wish it were done Thought of the past plants it, thought of the future grows it Can’t bru
Fear is my closest friend
She knows me better than I know myself
She is loving and she is kind and she keeps what's best for me in mind as she guides me through this tumultous life
Winter has beaten the color from life
The dead rustling leaves and the old skeleton trees join in the chorus of death.
The wolf and the fox turn brown just to harmonize with this solemn song.
Shadow...
Now she's the girl he told everyone about,
bragging, changing, manipulating the reality of what really happened.
She got stripped of her clothes, stripped of her trust, stripped of her youth.
When I was a kid, I hated speaking in front of people
I used to hide from any opportunity there was to speak
From speaking to a relative or my teacher, I hated doing it
You emobody the vessel of pure isolation
what more of an effect could you embrace me with
for your friend has seduced the one who's given me life into a life of nevermore
and now we stand face to face
I can’t speak on behalf of 1.8 billion Muslims
But I can 100% assure you this one thing
I am not a terrorist!
This all started when I was in fifth grade;
i
am tired
exhausted
drained
completely
of being afraid
fear
anxiety
worry
a perpetual chain
locked around my ankles
always holding me back
Girls
Acrylic nails and blond highlights
Always smile
Don't be difficult
Sexy but not slutty
Be a girl
Do it right
I'm a fuck up
I don't have highlights or acrylics
To win my heart, cross my roads To get my love, you knock my doors Let's to start, to earn cruise To build a nest within love rose Adore you much, looking forward To keep in touch, even one word Eager to fly, to reach sward Where your f
Mirrors would always tell the ugliest truths
Reflection found in front face camera or frankly placed in front of bathroom sink faucets fed the unacceptable attributes
Unallowing any filter or photoshop on face or body
i’ve seen people
in my own mirrors
come and go like seasons
and just like summer
soaks up the heat of spring,
Cálidas fueron las noches que grabé ayer.cálidos y también sonrientes,blanco como la espuma,tan frio como la arena,¿Estás listo para soñar?Oh!
You awaken with bright blue eyes,
They twinkle with flecks of your future.
Wrapped in the blanket of love,
You are safe
In your mother’s arms.
PRESENTING:
"Technological Habits."
Paid in part by the subliminal masses.
(OFF MIC)
"We could start by listing all the reasons why we can't have this.
For instance,
Class.
someone scream
when the night falls
for me
in the West
and for you In The East
at the moment we both blink
for when we rush
through our safe doors
and plunge into stardust
I whistle a tune
unbeknownst to all
subjugating aerodynamics
take flight in the V, they quack
no? I chose the letter G
I hum a melody
that pricks the ears of Grays
shall they
treat me like Tuesday
even if it is dawn on Friday
ask me not of my spiders cushioned under skin
but of my beloved socks
not of my whys or nos
more so of my whys to yeses
Hiding the face
So no one can trace
The feelings of pain
That make me brave
Open the cage
I want to escape
Give me a chance
To turn the page
Poem Story: 1
Black and blue, like starlightA boxer wins the fight of his life.Thru the ropes he goes homeTo hold his wife, of so long.
I wrote a poem about you
I called it 'I wrote a poem about you
My heart spoke to my mind
My pen wrote words that were hard to find
Nevertheless I wrote you a poem
To tell you that I don't know who you are
always follow your ambitions even if you don't know where they may lead. chase your goals and grasp them in your hand like a rope that's pulling you into the life that you want.
There’s a feeling that threatens to burst out of your chest
the anger, the disappointment, the passion
And every time you fail to speak,
Meetig first time,
Exciting,
Meet halfway,
Compromising.
Get there before you do,
Mind starts wandering,
Think what to say,
Want to appear interesting.
You turn up,
Look, beyond, a girl awaits,Walking through a sea of grass.She twirls and sings within the green,Her voice so clear as crystal glass.Her hands, so gentle as a dove,Around she fingers reaching stems.
Since the day I was born, my father new I was special.
He always poured into me and made sure I did everything right.
Day in and day out he worked and worked till it was night.
He was ten with his face always stuck in a book
Tales of wizards overcoming abuse at home and having adventures with friends to help him escape his problems,
Guide me, until I break
the surface of the water
that held me down.
Hold me, as I gasp
for air that was denied to me
for so long.
Help me, as I swim
with struggling, unsure strokes
A love, a memory, a habit,
Eyes of lunar luminance and
Fiery coldness-
This is what I remember,
This is what I know.
Urges to spend
Unnecessary packages, bottles, and boxes
A star in the sky,
A spark in my eye,
A lady so strong,
is not here any long.
An inspiration for all,
Is now forever gone.
You left us without a word,
You went away like a bird.
You told me, "It's over..." again. I know that, Jorge... It's been over.
You know that and I know that.. And of course...
You KNOW I know that.. So who was the validation for?
Abandon the thought held on only by doubt
You’re allowed a few mistakes as you figure yourself out
doesn't it rain sometimes
on the inside
and isn't it funny
your umbrella can't be opened
because it's bad luck.
You cleaved me open
And left my sun-bleached ribs
Scattered
Across the shores of our youth.
There, by the sea,
I gathered sea glass with which to build my home –
Euphoria,
the feeling a bee feels
when it finds a daisy.
the feeling a dog has,
when it finds a bone
a bird, a seed.
a lion, a zebra
me, you.
Your hands slowly,
Trace their way down my thigh.
Your lips,
Make their way to my chest.
But what is lust,
If we don’t have love?
Smile.“I’m fine.”Smile.“Just tired.”Smile.“oh, sorry, I’ve been busy.”Smile.Smile.Smile.
It’s funny,isn’t it?How hard it is to tell the difference between a smile
We need to have control.
Not control on how we’re taught or what we wear,
but on the weapons put on display to be seen everywhere.
While i fumble my words
my eyes dart to the ground,
but I feel the touch of your soft warm hands
pushing my head towards the sky.
Your booming dialect
guides me through the deep dark corners.
You were in and out of my life for as long as I can remember
In a place, you might as well call home
Three walls, behind bars, all alone
You made friends whose names were pen and paper
mama said to eat well and study well
and be well,
so i never told her when i fell
down the stairs
tumbling and tumbling down the bottom
until my bottom was on the floor.
Thank you
Tears
For getting me through the rough nights
the failures
the stress.
For teaching me
that it's okay to worry
and that it's okay to smile
that I'll feel better when it's over.
time is like sand
it slips right through your fingers.
you can hold on
and squeeze as tight as you can
but in the end
it slips right through your fingers
time is like sand
it slips right through your fingers.
you can hold on
and squeeze as tight as you can
but in the end
it slips right through your fingers
I wrote a poem for you
I wrote a poem for your hands and how they hold me
for your lips and how they soothe me, with words and with more
I wrote a poem for your eyes and how they cry, soft and quiet but loud to me
RESPECT
*1Respect is the Desire of everybody's mind,
But is only given to people who are kind.
*2Respect is given to those who deserve it,
And is not given to those who are unfit for it.
Melts between the fingertips and slips onto the floor
Just another tragedy that seems to go ignored
All these stopping clocks and no one ever really cares
They walk,
full of confidence with their bright red feet
Moving their heads to the rythem of the city
red eyes, staring far away, into a distant memory
Every night i stride through the endless corridors of my mind.
I look for doors i Never find.
I keep searching for freedom from these cells i have built for myself.
One cell for each broken piece.
<h1>SCATTERED ASHES</h1> <ins> <p>I am from a family where bubbles exist</p> <p>From a broken home and a messed up wish</p> <p>I am from a crippled yet standing still keeping secrets injured an
The puff of helium meeting the ever-expanding foil until the state of which it reaches complete fulfillment.
The last stroke of the marker when the page becomes entirely covered in ink.
You drag me down into darkness
Making myself fill with darkness
The darkness come over me from my other side and release me from the pain
The pain that you give to me so deep
Crawling in my shadow remove my pain
To sit quiet and be nice wasn't kinda his thing
He was known to all as the mighty sarcasm king
He was shy and so very quiet
He was the perfect man with that touch so polite
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That rage was meant to reveal the truth from behind those eyes open wide
He was stubborn and stood up for what he believed in
Even though he was a man now,his childishness was still a part of him
He looked like an angel sent from above
With those sparkling eyes,he seemed the true face of love
He was so wild but he had a beating heart
His savage way to live was like an only art
He was strong because he was forged in pain
Today he ruled because he never stopped when it rained
Even though it hurt,he was still holding on
Waiting for a day when all that suffering will be gone
the Corners of my life were my home.
pushed into the spaces in between—unseen,
side by side, shoulder to shoulder
beside other shadows of Perfection.
Our faces bounced off of every wall, as well
as the bodies of many with faces of despise,
Some of theirs would shrink and some of theirs would swell
Poetry taught me how to write Poetry
Prose has lots of rules and grammar and punctuation and it’s very cluttered in paragraphs, orderly yet stifling
Poetry has less rules
What I love about a poem
is that it's easily read,
No more, no less
than what needs to be said.
Abstraction of language
Each line a breath,
Tasting sweet words
A poem is
A puzzle to be put together
Or a web to be unraveled.
A memory to be uncovered
Or a thought to be deciphered.
It may be aa simple as describing
a leaf
falling
down,
As I awoke and sat up in a room with only bare white walls, I thought I was all alone
Until I turned to scan the space and Poetry was standing in the corner
Watching, waiting.
It’s the words I can’t say,
but need to let out.
It’s the emotions I can’t express,
but need to release.
It’s that moment
in the middle of the school day.
It’s that 11 p.m. scramble
This, this is poetry, the abstract sitting beside me, like a long lost friend exchanging thoughtful memories while Discarded thoughts of tomorrow sit like old men, forgetting themselves over the horizon remaining just beyond the water's edge remin
I’ve always liked the idea of slam poetry;
The passion that translates through the poets hands,
As they excitedly emphasize each word with a new gesture.
Poetry is a short, loaded outlet
Many interpretations for knowledge
Writing poems is so unique
The love we shared was shattered in pieces
When I placed your photos in my book's creases
I was torn apart when it all ended
Badly crmupled and emty-handed
I knew it was the last goodbye
I have been through it all
From dawn to midnight
I survived the heartaches, bitte truths
And yet I am alive
I have been through it all
From a start to an end
I learned to walk, to run
It is the eyes for the blind
And the ears for the deaf
It pours life into my mind
And kills every closeted breath.
It releases a fire of emotion
And opens a floodgate of truth
I would say Shel Silverstein was our first friend
That's how we learned where the sidewalk ends.
Bet you thought this poem was going to rhyme
But that was the only line I could get out my mind (just kidding) head .
Diplomatic
Emotional tyrant.
Distance.
Why are you so distant.
I haven't even told you how I feel.
Yet I feel trapped, pulled in by reel.
Throw me away.
Don't throw me away.
No Rules
Poetry doesn’t have rules
Just like life
It has guidelines that almost everyone follows
Of course
To be successful
You must follow the rules
Or so they say
Or so I tell myself
Many can say that Poetry is a simple concept
However, they probably don’t understand that it’s difficult
to create a piece of literature with technique, symbolism, and depth
A poem is a song without music,
a story without paragraphs.
Like humans, it's diverse in language.
Not the language of the tongue,
but the language of the heart.
Those that understand one of its languages,
On this day, you were born.
From your mom, you were torn.
We've waited so long to meet you.
We've longed for your debut.
At this time, 5:35 am, you have arrived.
Another beautiful soul for mankind.
I am curvy and nerdy
Self-esteem a little sturdy
Hmm.. can 't even count how many times I've been told I have a body that people pay for
I am curvy and nerdy
Self-esteem a little sturdy
Hmm. can't even count how many times I've been told I have a body that people pay for
But how is that supposed to make me feel good, when those people are always shamed for
Power to the fist
Power to defeat
Power to challenge
Vested in a pen, a pencil, a feather was the power to plaster my emotions
Doesn’t sound too strong but let me fill you in on a secret
It is
Poetry,
So simple a word that creates sentence,
These sentences turn into verses,
Those verses form a story,
And within the story you learn about the writer.
You read their emotions,
Red is love.
It is the blazing sky from the setting sun.
Red is the coldest color.
Best friends forever?
More like best friends for never
Every word you ever said to me was a straight lie.
You played with my head and I just gotta ask "why?"
Your selfish ways will never be forgotten
I hurt so bad, it's getting hard to breathe
How I feel inside, well you wouldn't believe
Thanks for making me cry, what I total waste of makeup
This nightmare feels so real, come on Maddie, wake up
Dipping out from the cloud-covered sky,the Tree Swallow returns to nest, surrounded by a thousand of its kind,the sultry summer air brushes off its glossy, blue topaz back. Like an arrow from the quiver,it plunges down from its nest hole, almost
I don't want to feel this pain anymore, I want to go numb
I'm laying on the floor wondering how I could ever I be this dumb
Life is cruel and if you think otherwise, then you're a fool
My family and I have been through some rough times, but them kicking me out is the worst part
They left me confused, feeling unwanted and with a broken heart
I'm going to have to find new ways to let all of this pain out
Poetry seemed easy;
A simple rhyming, kiddy-scheme.
If you look a little closer;
You'll find out what they might really mean.
So, You Should Never Read Poems With Your Eyes Closed.
Poems convey obsequiousness
They declaim hurts and faults
And lessons aqueous
Engaging in reconsults
As mysterious as a maze
Poems Telling
you can
be as
kind &
as loving
as you
want.
but
i still won't
believe that
i deserve
you. i'll
disappoint you.
suck the light
most days i don't
know what to do
with the poems
stuck in my lungs.
or begin to know how
to set them free. there
is no air & i've let go
of the hope that you
would understand
Poetry has taught me to be free,To be completely me,Poetry told me, "Don't worry about this or that."Poetry whispered in my ear and said,
l built a home for us
With the bricks of our memories
I painted the walls with our promises
And carpeted the floor with our feelings
They grow long, coming out the same homegetting thick by each slicerarely pulled by the core.
Dear,
My mother’s ex-boyfriend of two years,
My biological father left when I was six
And ever since then, I've been looking for someone to fix
i should probably
thank you.
when you left,
i had found myself.
in pieces.
when you had
gone, not just with the
flat screens & fine
china, but with the
so here begs the question. can one
really become ontent in loneliness?
we are social creatures after all. but
yet we find ourselves alone in the
crowded coffee houses that we
i'm too depressed for poetry
so i keep writing prose
that never goes anywhere
looking for happiness between
my legs and handstand kegs
I see you running through the rain
I know its a stretch
Even for my fantastical childish dreams
But I still can see it
Grew up on planet earthBut wandered oftenSaw the eyes of friends and felt ashamedMistook the softness for the angerLed to the fogged chaos, to the sadnessTo the lonely nights that hissed and heated
Poety has taught me
Many wonderful things.
From songs,
To haikus,
Each has given to me
A different view
Of the world.
Songs breathe rhythm
Into flat words
And limericks
I hope the thought of me hurts you and tears you to shreds,
And makes you never want to see me again.
I hope you fight yourself back from calling me,
every time you look at a picture that reminds you,
Two years, three years, five years passed
Now we're in this chapel
Everything feels surreal
It all feels like a dream
Two years, three years, five years passed
My heart began to ache
I felt my limbs shake
I wanted to run
I wanted to hide
I sobbed
And cried
Then I began to write
I knew it would be quite all right
Poems taught me to grow
Between rhyming lines and desperate sighs
A truth begins to form
What started as a poem
Ended as a solution
Lines and repetition and a steady beat
Can make you think
Shedding new light on old problems
The days before I knew how to turn my static into water were hard.
Screams and
scratches and cries
and suffering.
Unsurpassable mountains of anxiety and unexplainable chasms of depression.
Poetry is the lighthouse of lifeGuiding the lost from a stormy sea.Without it's presence darkness prevailsKeeping us from all we can be.
I have late night conversations with the moon
She tells me about the sun
And I tell her about you
What we used to do underneath her other half
And during her time when we went our different paths
Sticky kisses and blue butterflies,
Long nights and adoring skies.
Lingering kisses and yellow flowers,
Suspensful nights and everlasting hours.
Passionate kisses and red wine,
In the world's second most incestious hostel
there lives a family,
Due to the misconception that
home is sweet home
They have all come here
To run away
to find - to rebuild - to destroy
One day she is totally convinced it’s true
the next the doubts crowd her brain
A wonder to which fate is due
It will not refrain
The mind, my mind, is a melting pot.
I add and add stuff and singing
Baggage and things.
The pot can only hold so much,
Not enough it seems.
People dump their stuff inside
Divorce
The word divorce is defined as the legal dissolution of a marriage by a court or other competent body,
But that’s not all it means.
I come to seek a
Great Perhaps
In a world where I can be okay
i'll confess my sins
and won't dwell on the cut communication
i won't Divide the world into versions of me or You
We sing like Rain
We scream like Thunder
We shine Like lightning hitting the Crashing Waves
We Mourn like the Storm finally calming itself
We are gloom like the grey Skyies after a Hurricane
Your heartbeat is my own.
You smile, I smile.
You dream, I dream.
You breathe, I sigh.
Love me. Hold me. Trust me now.
I'm cold. Warm me.
You dream, I dream.
You smile, I smile.
CheeseFor some unknown reason,Everyone believes that MarioEnjoys cheeseFar too much, most would say.
No point asking whyNo one quietly (nor loudly) knows.
Subtract from these 20 years,Those that I swallowed without tasting-Anesthetize the clocks,Sprinkle Father Time with amnesia,Whisper the year 2011,I am 13 again-
I’m scared of losing my ability to write
Like the way essays seem to escape me right before i have an idea
Walking through the talking woods,
looking at the reflecting water,
I see a bag of old goods
and empty bottles underwater.
Dear “Home,”
While there are many, your flaws complete you.
I love your flaws because they add to your value, rather than take away.
But you are more than just a home.
Your foundation, while cracked, supports me.
It has been a few years since I’ve last talked to you.
You’ve slipped my mind as I lived and grew.
I write to you this poem of mine.
I hope that it’ll make it to you just fine.
Dear Love,
Sometimes,
Your soft brown eyes
Fill my
Stomach with such a strong boiling rage
I want to light your curly hair on fire
Dear, Nephew
You are so full of life right know
so full of energy, joy, happiness, light.
You make my days brighter than they were yesterday;
When I was feeling alone and depressed.
Dear old me,
You played me like a puppet
Rugged and brokenhearted
I saw through your lies
Why I Still Eat Ice Cream
Never has one enamored me more than you, the one that hurts me
You enter me and fill me with your cold, sweet touch but you leave me
With the runs,
Life,
I wonder what it would be like to be filled with love.
With nothing more than the feeling, I get when I look up above.
Those stars, they are a part of you and not apart from you.
Dear Kelcee,
It’s okay that we drifted apart,
That’s just how things go sometimes,
Just know you’ll always have a home in my heart.
It’s okay that your life came crashing down,
I am from where you pray over every meal you eat - whether in your bedroom or the dining room table.
Life, so sunny in my home country
but yet at times so gloomy
born in poverty, better is seeked
forced to immgrant to a alien country
but better it is, learned the language
my kids will not suffer
You didn't love me
Because you didn't know how to love
You only knew how to play
So indeed you played,
With my heart. My feelings. My time. My life. My mind.
father,
they tell me to break free
but it is not easy
to tear out the roots of the weeds
that you planted in me.
i am so sorry
that i'm not the person you wanted me to be.
it's a little ironic
Arielle, you were light you were gone before we saw this when you left it was dark I couldn’t see who could replace such a beautiful thing nobody so it stays dark, like the darkness right after the sun sets i pretend like it’
I’m praying for a troubled girl,who wishes for a change.Everyday she feels different,everyday she feels strange.
Filler full of toast, see
That'll get the ghost, see,
eat it up, you're close see, knave.
Give it to your ghosty
holler to your host-y
Callout til your toasty babe
Inbetween it seems to be, I miss you deeply with all disbelief.
you've left my side, how can this be? When four years ago you stood tall next to me.
As the trees grow taller and nights get longer, I'll always miss you.
Dear, the unwanted note on my whiteboard,
You stated, "Shut the fuck up cuz"
You were staring at me.
Greetings, wondrous world of mine
I hope that you are doing fine
I know I'm not, but that's okay
That's not why I write today
I'd like to speak of those less known
I write this for you,
for when you're feeling blue.
Through the dampness of the night,
know that there is always light.
I write this for you,
for desicions you drew.
For your mistakes,
My “fashionable” addiction to cigarettes
has given me a few things:
One. A metallic flavor coating the inside of my cheeks
, paired with a yellow tongue that tastes it.
I see that day now,it’s gold-sunlight kissedwith apple crisp air on my lips.Tart laughter stained our cheeks,and our eyes glittered,feasting, on the velveteensincerity of each other.
dear lover,
there are pieces of myself that simply belong to you. when you leave, you take, & you fill me up with lies in exchange for what you drained of me. this is the best way manipulative men will get me to stay.
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
Failure,
I want to say thank you for always being there.
The fear of you keeps pushing me forward.
And even though I’ve fallen into your opens arms before,
Dear J,
You've grown into a man that has been through the ages
But the little piece of you reminds me of the guy I've known in high school
Makes me miss you deeply like a rain that doesn't stop crying
I step into silver slipstreamsof SEMI conductor dreams
broad halo days of golden innocence
buried in the hatchet holes of
this aging tree bark frame
my thoughts are limbs
that lead to falling leaves
It was as much a hinder as a clatter
a soft splatter of broken love
delicious melted caramel
on creamy lips of summer fog.
I do not forget her of hers
a fine progression of my past;
I have seen the splintered timbers of a forest losing pine, waiting ona fire to carbonate its time.
I know I am chemicals reacting to their tidesbut my mind it overulesa simpleton's design.
In the piercing heatof the unfolding daywe set sails for Avalon.
Guided by winds wetested our fate, provingit was fragile in thedesperate side-by-sideof our changing lives.
Some came to satisfy their queer attractionto be close to something deadthat draws such loud attention
Last I saw you we were in the north woods guitars in hand searching for that place in the music where harmony resides traveling down the highway of notes and chords from opposite directions
Her ways that wet the windin cloud drips close to clandestineraindrops hidden in the grays of ghostswhere broken-hearted loversplayed hollow games of what ifor, worse what if NOT?
In the wake of thingswe surrendered below cutting cloudsyou to me, me to the reign of ages.
In a moments timethe world was bornour love's deathtook decades to complete.
They are confined in canyons of chaoswriting crayon graffiti in the dark corners of restless mindshither too, and hither from, come hither to a have not,a has been, a has to have, a half a man,always incomplete
Dear Fear,
I was told by a character in a cute little movie that you used caution to keep me safe—
—So please explain to me why I’m scared of sharks in my swimming pool.
I want to be part of something better,
sail skies to unknown paradise
while finding love in bones
I call my own.
Have you ever heard the story about the rose that grew from concrete
The one that everyone thought its growth would be obsolete
The one everyone thought would wither and die
Dear Everyone,
I think I'm failing life.
My brain tries to decide what's important,
But it always gets it wrong.
What am I even doing?
Missing homework,
Missing friends,
Missing a purpose.
Dear Future Self,
Hopefully by now I've changed a bit.
Pursued what I've been wanting to produce.
Lonely girl, why so blue? Breathe out, breathe in,Lonely girl without a clueTrial an error, alone she will goClose your eyes dearJust go with the flow
Without rules,
Without restrictions,
No need for a guide or a handbook,
Life would be simple.
The birds would sing,
A beautiful song,
Wrapped in the comfort of their nests,
Dear People With Money,
Attending college is tough
when the world ain't as sunny.
I've learned people like you
make my debt appear.
And it's also you
who brought me great fear.
What is it that keeps one from reaching its highest quality?It’s an epitome I️ received, tugging at my curiosity.
Dear Savannah,
It's okay to be afraid.
And it's okay that you don't know what you're doing with your life.
Most people don't have it figured out.
Life is scary.
Not disappointing people is hard,
Roses are red
Voliets are blue
As I look into your eyes, I just want to stay lost in them
Know that I love you with the utter most of my heart
you are my knight in shinning armor
The first time I saw you, you meant nothing to meThe second time I saw you I forgot your nameIt's been eight months since I first met youYou have been very good for me
Have you made any sand castles lately-
with that absurd, red dust that fills up your shoes?
I have stains on my socks from it still,
and pictures of you in my room in an album.
Pain makes you strong,
it will be with you lifelong,
when everyone will say you are wrong,
you will stand headstrong...
Dear Past Self,
How many words I wish I could say...
So many things I wish I could let you know.
I know its too late now, but I just want to make sure...
that you know you'll be alright in the future ahead.
My Dearest Lover,
I don’t believe in using metaphors
to define people.
Metaphors are romanticized.
If someone is defined by the
metaphor in which I put them in,
people no longer see the person,
Bring me Heaven, bring me HellYour love has gotten me trapped in a spellI am indeed the angel who fellThe Devil in my veins, the blood marks on my nailsIf I try to catch you, I’ll always fail.
A life with you is a life worth livingEven at your worstyou still made me feel betterEvery moment with youis a moment worth reliving,For better or worseYou are the only love of my life.
it is easy
to love you
in the fantasy
i’ve formed
in my mind,
for under the protection
of my imagination,
we are together.
we are perfect.
we are infinite.
Dear Death,
Why are you so unpredictable? You can strike with little-to-no warning,
or you can lay dormant for years. You'll wait in the shadows until something
Dear citizens,
My heart swells with pride hearing the “National Anthem.”
Living in a country without freedom is something I cannot fathom.
Tears are not unfinishable
In the ducts of my eyes
There are tears of joy
Have I bled tears of pleasure?
Mine are from deep my heart
Those of anguish, sorrow and self-pity.
The vast ocean, transcending over lands,
Peacefully. Its waters calm as silence on a wave less,
Windless day.
It is as tranquil as sitting waters in a test-tube.
What is Great Love?
Great love is this:
Someone who lays down His life for his friend
Someone who will love you till the end
Someone who will never pretend
She confesses her love
And covers her mouth
Just to make sure
The snake won't slip out
She embraces the change
And tugs on her sleeves
Hey whose that fella over there?
When the light hits him just right.
God I swear I can´t breathe
He knows this
But proceeds to do nothing with the facts
Makes me mad
Makes me sad
You're so goddamn beautiful, you gorgeous black goddess. I done found myself in a situation with infatuation, this unbearable desire that I have, I can't help but wonder. Its certain things that you do, that drive me wild.
Dear The Shower,
“Don’t touch my stuff!” she yells
“It’s my turn for the T.V.” he tells
I’ve learned to share, compromise
but with you can I be selfish, greedy
I'm like the sun
Beautiful with a bright personality
You can't look at me long
You'll see my past that contains pain
And you won't look at me the same
That's why I burn
So your eyes shy away quick
Having a crush on someone is not something intentionallyCrushing on someone secretly is inspiring and frustrating Crushing on someone is the lightest feeling ever
Dear baby sister,
Always remember to love
Love with every fiber of your being
And with no regrets
Let your walls down
And accept the happiness
That you deserve
And always know
Because I love you
I became a better me
How can I love you properly
If I don't take care of myself
Because I love you
I prayed for you
So your spirit may be strong
The day you entered my life
I know we won’t have any strife
Our family: Dad, child, wife
But that is just a big fyffe
A lie just to give you hope
Daddy don’t need to elope
The lonely heart is somewhat naive
But because I love you, it grows like the dawn
Warm, subtle, and so radiant it's entrancing
Because I love you, it means unrestrained mirth
Because I love you, hurting once, hurting twice, given in the impact of love. When will it stop? It doesn't, this is love. Relationships, simple word right? Meaning more than a word, it's phases of life and impact of actions.
The day that I met you,
We were stuck like hot glue.
Because you were all I could cling to
When everything inside me felt dark blue.
The way you wanted me,
I always strived to achieve.
Because I love you
You have to love me back
You'll do as I say
Don't you dare talk back
Because I love you
I'll have you to myself
It's either me or them
Love to me is less like reality and closer to a dream,
Love is the driving force behind everything
Love is to humans as water is to nature,
I ask if you've eaten and make sure you get home safe
I ask how's your day and if you're feeling okay
I support what you do and I'll try to help too
I'm your shoulder to cry on and your partner in crime
Love is the way the sun sets each day to reveal the moon.
The way the ocean unforgivingly clashes against rocks is not love.
Passion is the way leaves dance calmly in the crisp autumn air.
Love is a challenge, but it’s worth it for you
Because I love the way you smile and do the things you do
You understand my flaws and love me despite
I wish I met you earlier, I do with all my might
I only want the best for you
For you to be at ease
Call me in the midnight hour
Or when you just need
Someone to talk to,
To love or to hold
Clutch one end of the phone
I'll clutch mine
"My Dearest Love,I come before you nowA stranger on my kneesCan something so beautifulTake interest in me?How amazed I stand before youAs I look into your eyesI'm struck-here wondering
What is love?
Is it a a feeling or an action?
Who can I love, who can I not?
Will love make you happy or make you cry?
Is it true or is it a lie?
She said she loved him and yet he cried.
inhale
exhale
it's twilight
and you've lit my flammable heart, created an aching kindle in my soul.
i feel your tabbaco lips on this early somber night, my hands are hesitant to reminisce the warmth of you.
I'm drinking Sprite out of a coca cola cup
Am I bad enough for you?
you're my daddy but it's been real tough
Sorry to tell you that you're through
Cause you're too expensive
Halloween
A time to laugh
A time to scream
Takes up the entire month
If you’re enthusiastic
My favorite time of the year
Halloween
A time to laugh
A time to scream
Takes up the entire month
If you’re enthusiastic
My favorite time of the year
When did because I love you go from a phrase of endearment to a justification for abuse? When did relationships turn into obligations? I’ll tell you when.
I stayed.
Because I loved him.
I let him beat my brain and tear me apart.
I took my dark marks, and made them into art.
until one day, I finally ran away.
Because I loved him.
It was for the best.
You should love me. Because I love you. No. You should do what I ask. Because I love you. No. You should tell me everything. Because I love you. You should - No. I should not. But I will.
Love ignites a passion inside that can't be describe in words, but actions. A blind dedication, a motivating sensation. A kiss that only you can recognize. A long and beautiful compromise. A touch that sends shivers down your back.
I am from oppression
hate, judgment, and fear
The years of pain of my people
great-grandparents
And shame lasting a lifetime
We can make the stars align even on a sunny day
I see them in your eyes
As we stare at each other over the strawberry field we stand on
On this radiant day
Was when it all felt new to me
Being with someone, your are with them
Not just them for their looks, or the way their body is, or for one thing only
When you love someone, you are there for them
He said,
"I love everything about you,"
"Even your lips,"
But according to him,
I should love his lips,
His forehead that leaned against mine,
And his hand that rested on the back of my head.
here's a lot of pop songs about love, and as a Bio major? Yikes.Your heart skipping a beat isn't love, it's cardiac arrhythmia
Marcus my love
Because I love you
I do not yell at you when you make me mad
I may be quiet when I am upset but I do not push you away
I open up to you about what you do or have done that bothers me
Marcus my love
Because I love you
I do not yell at you when you make me mad
I may be quiet when I am upset but I do not push you away
I open up to you about what you do or have done that bothers me
Because I love you, I will try
Beacuse I love you, I won't pry
Because I love you, I wll fight
Because I love you, I will trust you on your absent night
Because I love you,, I will sacrifice what's mine
Because I love you
I will put you over me,
You before me.
Because I love you
Respecting you will come before all,
No matter where we go.
Because I love you
Your dreams will be mine,
A prisoner in my mind,
wearing a mask like Foley's Mankind,
living my life like a quarantined patient,
my mind was racing,
I wrote equations in the mirror located in my basement,
I lay my back against these doorsAnd crack my bones upon the decorsI wait and sigh and listen to encoreI wait and wait for the girl on the 44th floor I ride these elevators up and downI sift silently from town to townBut away from stairs so
What does a father do?
He lead and cares
with honor and truth.
His strength is comforting
His mucles are proof.
He fights for what's right
in the midst of the storm.
How long will you wait for me?
"An Eternity" they say.
I don't think you know
what that literally means
in any literal way.
You think you can wait forever,
Wait?
Have you ever wondered what Eternity is like?
How far is it?
How wide?
What is it shaped like?
A circle? A square?
Can it be described?
You might say it's never ending
Sleep is for the weak,
or so I've dreamt it said,
by the people in my dreams,
while I lay upon my bed.
Sleep is for the weak,
and the weak lack sleep,
and the ones who say this phrase,
Wow, this is such an honor,
I so glad I had to come,
It was great that I could meet you,
I so glad you had some fun
No, I wasn't in a hurry
take your time, I mean it
There lived two people long ago who sought to love more than you know.
They practiced poetry all day, a song most meaningful today.
It makes your heart so sorrow and gray, for the man turned out to be awfully gay.
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
Because I love you I will be patient, I will be kind
I will look not with the eyes but with the mind
When Shakespeare speaks I will not hold it against you
That you do not love him with the velocity that I do
The little ant who bit my hand
Who makes his home in hard sand
& protects his brother's land
Your jaws are fierce
Even my skin they pierce
Have nothing to fear
I remember begging him to stay
In a place where there were as many holes in the walls as there were in our hearts
In a place where bruised hands longed for each other's warmth
Time slip beneath no wind as the purple star shaped petals glisten
Voices can be heard within the hollow air
The clouds hold heavy as it grew by the minute
I am happy for I have dream
To meet my faultless princess
Where my shackle eye’s will be hung for you
Because only you gave me glamorous life
maybe when you left
my tears weren't because i lost you
maybe because i was alone
with my own thoughts
maybe i was in love with the attention you gave me
maybe i was in love with you
What is love
Love is a chemical reaction
Love isn’t black eyes and bruised cheeks
Love is gentle caresses and soft kisses on Sunday mornings
I let you in at the beginning, because I love you.
I grew to like onions and watching horror movies, because I love you.
I lost every friend, every other relationship, because I love you.
A hockey team skates slowly over thin ice.
Lonely but not alone, the goalie stands,
Guarding a meaningless area
That has been assigned temporary meaning.
Her head held high, she takes the puck,
I love you like no other,
When I'm around you I stutter,
My heart starts to race,
You can see it on my face,
That I genuinely care about you.
I give my all to you and you do the same,
Her eyes, brown, like dirt and ridgid with anger and pain
her hands bruised and torn
She let the fire engulf her in its flames
No one would think that him, with eyes so gray and dull and callous
Because you are important to me
I want you to be at comfortable
Love at your own pace
You have all the time you need
Because you are precious to your family
I understand you cannot leave them
It's this weird feeling
like someone just gave you a sip of water
after a life long drought
like seeing the sun set for the first time
after years of being blind
love is something like that
Life is...
Life is passion
Life is meaning
Life is the sun’s shining rays.
Life is a game
Life is complex
Life is the musical sound of laughter.
Life is running
Love, an emotion that we feel
Percieved to be decadent
Beauty all around in our eyes and soul.
It means that we should be kind,
open to learning.
Arms wide open,
hands extended.
Love heals
Love serves
Love hears.
It takes some time to decipher
the truth from the noise.
Love is falling apart
and knowing they won't change their mind.
Finding light.
“How was your day?”
“Please let me know when you get home.”
“I miss you.”
“I promise.”
“That’s my girl.”
“Let’s go somewhere.”
“I’m making you cookies.”
“My family adores you.”
We all know the story of Cinderella
Snuck out, lost a shoe and met a fella
They change the story as time went by
But I have the non-fiction, refreshing lines
She did sneak out, she lost the heel,
We do not have to plead our case For he took our place Tracing back-to Genesis When we were molded by His grace
Step one is to think statistically To believe that you are different and unable Boy, You are not superhumanYou are neither Jesus nor Michael Phelps, so don’t you dare swim More than fifteen meters in
She was a girl of only seventeen
And knew her way around a sewing machine.
Marriage wasn't on her radar
But one day he found her.
Now she has to file joint taxes.
My mind is a constant war,Brewed from the dross of the emptinessAnd confusion drawn from decipheringThe concepts of reality and falsification.
I love the way a flame dances;Slowly and gracefully moving aboutWrapping itself among the wick and emberMelting the air that we breathAnd how it does it’s gentle danceIt brings everything else to move with it
His moansAre more beautiful than any songI could ever listen toBecause through such a simple soundThat escapes from the depths of his lungsHe is capable of expressing more emotionThan words could do alone.
I am Icarus who is in love with the Sun.
In your own sweet and delicate way,You are a burning light of emberThat has sparked what is nowA raging inferno within my soul.
Once upon a time, there was a little Italian man named Pine who was precisely one of Santa's elf in his workshop.
No chance.No way.
Next click.
Sent away.
Being a princess isn't always easy, particularly when the tuition deadlines breeze in.
Fees to high even for a king.
Once upon a time lived a shoe maker for the elite. He sized then crafted shoes for plenty of feet. His shop located on Royal Ball Street. With large windows for all to see
Once upon a time-
In a land far before the days of rhyme
stood one wiser than all, and that would be I.
Knowing all, naive to none, I once upon a time, was a brilliant someone.
On a warm sunny day
In the middle of May
Allie Lovell was sitting.
She wasn’t a normal girl – she hated knitting
And being polite made her want to start hitting.
So on that warm sunny day
'A real boy?'he muttered behind slim glasses'he wants to be a real boy?' Had he known how the devil triumphedIn votes cast, In voices muffled Or the trials, misfortune: the way life bent you backwards.No boyish joyNo smiling toys Would he still w
My name is...
Well who cares, anyway?
Who has truly cared as to whether or not my mouth formed words?
I was an outcast,
A weirdo,
A lame boy,
Geek,
Nerd,
Goggles...
Little Miss Magic of sweet song and sound. Little Miss Magic of perfect balance and crown. Little Miss Magic of passion and care. Little Miss Magic consumed by love and redacted of fear.
Under the sea is where you will find her
Along with sharks, sting rays, and other terrors.
More than such species also stir;
The most frightening is human error.
Oil spills turn oceans brown,
From the Boiling Point
In the Glory of Morning
Faced with a Stairway to Heaven
We Travel with Gulliver
In Overland Trucks
None shall be caught in Hades’ Toilet Bowl
For we feed on manna
My words tend to be abrasive
sometimes abusive.
They are painful and will wear you down
it’s like sandpaper versus toilet paper
When Afrika is seen not heard
All mothers mewl for they are so
With Afrika portrayed absurd
A father’s place is soon let go
While Afrika by fools is tamed
That brother hunts for joy with lead
There once was a girl who lived in the sea.
She lived with six sisters and dad,
And though she was not sad,
She also did not find herself to be happy.
Seven hands, seven mouths,
Seven people to feed.
Cleaning this and cleaning that,
A vacation badly in need.
Snow White this and Snow White that,
Once upon a time,
There was a beautiful girl.
Her hair smelled of rotten pine,
Skin rotting off in whirls.
"Beauty," the Prince said
I am past the unbridled nature of humankind,
That which rises from the soft ground below me,
Men drawing straws from the thicket like pencils,
In hopes of writing the next chapter in my story.
“You see I haven’t a clue.
For a rabbit, that’s nothing new.
It’s plainly clear
In here, my dear,
We’re crazy, but how do you do?
In Baconville, USA resided three karate masters.
Extraordinary pigs named Billy, Blanco, and Baxter.
One more tournament, one more fight.
One last round and they'll be done for life.
Feathers weighed down by the grey colors
Of melted snow in a New York gutter;
Beak stained black with an unknown curse-
To die, or live looking like this, which was worse?
Wonky-looking, ostracized,
Chorus
My own little world
where diamonds grow out of pearls
where hearts light on fire
eyes burning with desire
everytime I fall asleep
I hear a sweet melody
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
I wake up, ready to die
But every night, I fall asleep wanting to stay alive.On this depression, my soul does not thrive.With this expression, I hope to revive.
We were kids turning pages,
in a couple year long love story
and it ended pages ripped,
i'm sorry.
My starry eyes didn't last, dear diary,
I kept them waiting, then left them
Once upon an Ending the Earth fell on my shoulders
as if I was Atlas carrying the whole world
The sky shattered like glass on to my skin
making scars deeper than they have been
Once there was a princess,
Born upon a moonlit night.
Her destiny was to be beautiful,
and to fall in love with a dashing knight.
Her name signified the dawn,
And that’s what she wanted to be.
** this poem serves as a voice for those that may struggle to express their depression/anxiety. fill in the blanks with the name of your choice.
There once was a Baker
with piercing blue eyes,
a cranky old Baker
whom all despised.
There once was a Baker
with hair flaming red,
a crusty old Baker
a man many dread.
It was the beginning of the weather,
The sun shone through the leaves,
A fair maiden sat upon her bench,
With a stare of many greaves.
By the end of summer,
Her father wanted her wed,
We know the story of Red Riding Hood
And that lecherous wolf she met in the wood
But what if the wolf hadn't wanted a snack?
Would Red have been able to find her way back?
They say suicide is painless, but is it?
Your life has ended yet you only passed your pain to others.
You look down at your wheeping friends and family.
You want to comfort them but you're dead, remember?
Once upon a time...there were three bears. Yeah, I bet you think you know where I'm headed with this story.
I can assure you, it's not what you think.
The blood flooded from your vain caused your brain to ich in pain My flow cause a murder scene in my bloody dream The diss caused a conflict in my switch pit Slick Rick was the king of the king pin Flow caused the Earth to spin in million blows Co
Once upon a time
In a land of song and rhyme
Was a girl named Little Red
With a hood upon her head
Who traveled through the wood
Carrying all the cookies that she could
To Grandma’s comfy home
"Go kill yourself"
Okay
What would you say if I did it
Can't take back what you've written
You're like a snake
And I got bitten
You think I won't make my bed
And lie in it?
She flies away
Blissfully, swiftly away
Like an angel lurking for an innocent soul to take
But not life, no
Age is what she seeks
By,
Zac Simons
Blushing his mind was suddenly buzzing
With a rushing kind of thrumming thundering
By,
Zac Simons
She bottled the impossible
With silent gestures she kept audible
Why? Why do we hope for peace when people die and people bleed?
Why? Why even mention the word when people continue to let this more forward?
Why let this happen? Why let them die?
Why start a war with guy against guy?
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
As one, we are the people.
As one, we are the world power.
As one, We were once the United States of America.
Slowly, but oh! so slowly...
The rivers came,
angered,
shunned,
alone.
Oh Chicago, how you eat its young with passion in the night.
Oh Chicago, how you reveal a love soliloquy from Frank himself.
America,The land of the free and home of the brave,The ‘epitome of freedom’ that is said to have saved,Those who were previously held and enslaved From those in our society who corrupt and deprave. America’s real intentions are disputed, Our leade
Bring back the old land
the one we used to be proud of
like the times we still uphold our own values
when we still care for respect for dignity
those olden days when race isn't a big deal
Turn away,
don't look back.
Even though no one believes you,
go on
Tear those pages
break free
measurements and rhymes are nothing
throw it
hurled it into fire
Land of the free, home of the brave.
Will not being able to afford health insurance, force me into an early grave?
When I close my eyes
I Envision the deep waters of the ocean
Spreading it's arms across the sea
Holding hands with distant waters
From another country
Never to break apart
Brotherhood's one magistic bond
I guess I'll begin with something deep:
"America the beautiful the land of the free."
Is what they say, but that depends on what freedom means to me.
Freedom means I can say what i want, freedom means i can be who i want.
need to be made in the great US of A a great democracy was ruined by greed and rich in a powerful way a democracy corrupted by the money sucking machine, taxes the middle class so hard in hopes of wiping the nation debt clean, we need to stop bei
I once believed in the American Dream. Now its dead, like Malcolm and the King. I have a dream. One day, freedom will ring.
God Bless America
Land that I love
The land of the free and the home of the brave
But is it really the land of the free?
I do love my country. I was born and raised in the state of California.
Soup with only one ingredient,
salad with only lettuce.
Women, gays, blacks,
we can speak only if they let us.
Indivisible under God,
yet my country is rooted by evil.
Land of the free and home of the brave,
A place with endless opportunities that outsiders crave,
A nation where the flag of red, white, and blue, constantly wave,
This is America.
Just a second agoThe magnificent flowThe room filled with soundThe noises that drownedVibration, scientifically speakingThis is what I've been seeking
I am an American.
Living in a country built upon the dreams and aspirations of previous generations,
But it appears our country has gone through some alteration
Oh say can you see?
By the dawn’s early light
The big wall towering
Over us all upright
Whose broad bricks
And bright clay
Heavy breathing
pounding heart
sweaty palms
shaky arms
A worried mind and no place to hide
The city roads are full of potholes.
The railroads creek and squeak with the passing of heavy machinery.
I sit in the garage at my borther's home.
I am a homeless college graduate--in debt.
I've seen grief in the form of quiet tears in the dark of night.
I've seen grief in the form of checkered pillows to muffle the screams.
I've seen grief in the form of cigarette smoke puffing in from the garage.
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
Roses are red ,
Violets are blue
If you were my girlfriend then I'll do anything to stay with you.
in my america, i’ve found that
there’s a darkness in it.
it’s grown darker these past few months;
it’s breaking apart at the seams
I dreamed the unspeakable
Nearly to the realm of unimaginable
But not quite
Rewind to last night
Moments before I awoke
To the beep of my 6:30 alarm
And the vivid imaginings I held
Jazmine, I hope you remember to open this time capsule
To read this poem, and tell me if our country is still a haggle
To live in because of its unfair system
The country where you get dirty looks for being a victim.
Whispers and shadows were all around
As someone knocking the door
But no one was there
Illusion
No, not at all
Than what it was
It was love
That never came to me
The shadows chased me
I'm with her and feel at ease
No
That's a lie
I want to write something to convince myself
That her is you
But it's not
If I kiss her I miss you
It is true that I traveled a lifetime away
after teaching my hands how to dance
around two wooden poles
My grandfather watched me silently
as my fingers ventured
inside exquisite bags of coffee beans
When mistakes are made and all hope is gone,When you're no longer seen with trust anymore,The school year, tonight, is said and done,All opportunities have closed their door.
Have We Lived?
The blank faces, tear stained faces, the distant faces
All within a few short paces
Walking, swimming, running on
I've danced to these rhythms before.
They've run in my ears
through my neck
down my spine
curved through my fingertips
as I mimicked the waves.
I've seen them before - my dear.
It feels like I’ve never been alone before.
Obviously I have, but that was so many years ago.
I grew comfortable, you were a huge part of my life.
Although, you were the part of my life that held me back.
Senior to Freshman all over again
The end of something old
The start of something new
Tiptop shape to Crippling from the outside in
For the future I am prepared
For the future I am also scared.
How do taxes work?
I do not know.
And in those swirling, hazy shadows
Grades have forever defined me.
They no doubt made an effort to confine me.
But this year was the year they designed me.
A 30 on my ACT
FINALLY free college for me!
A chance for me to get to be
"Just a second," the typical reassuring lie I spoke aloud
I stopped more frequently than I had been walking.
At first they would wait for me,
But after a while it was simply no use to wait for another person
wrestling with an impression of myself,confidence scant and creativity diluted,I found solace in the arms of a soldier who decidedmy dreams encompassed all the world-just not the war he was fighting.
Little house with four walls -
all lit up with smoke
two inches from freedom -
six inches back
Traped
Lacy trails of light shroud her in golden fog,
Feline figure illuminated, nature’s sunny spotlight dancing softly over her
Tiny paws stretch curiously along the shadow cast by the open window.
In the beginning, I felt like dying
Everyday was the same filled with my constant sighing
I could not bring forgiveness to myself
I am alone
I settled for someone who only brought me stress
I learned
So much
About my maturity through my art.
As I develop a style,
As I expand my medium,
As I draw less smiles and more true expression,
I learn
That I'm seeing the world differently
I sit facing this wall
This wall is all I see
I cannot move my head from left to right
In fear that I might miss something
Maybe when I look off
There is a girl
she doesn't like to bother people
even though she does not
There is a girl
she stands quietly
she has thoughts
She has entered some where new
She can speak
strangers again
You were a stranger. Stranger than me? not by a long shot
friend, I’d see you, you “see” me. As someone deeper, perhaps deeper than the rest.
I am overwhelmed at times
with a sudden wave of urgency.
A pressure builds up inside of me
and leaves me with only the racing thump
of my heartbeat and heaves of breath
from my crushed lungs.
Every Day I Wake,
Their Smiles Keep My Heart From Ache,
Even Though My Life Quakes.
The pain I feel is irreperable,
Kept in a cage,
As if I was unstable,
Yet what of that saying,
Of sticks and stones may break my bones,
But these stones were rose bushels full of thorns,
Tick-Tick,
Round the clock,
Time's spinning,
What a shock,
Open the doors,
Take off the locks,
Another hour goes by.
Twenty Sixteen
sucked.
I complain with my friends
"wow this year sucks"
Because it's the year I realized
we're all small
and so out of luck
Deaths and chaos
I can almost see it,
A future set in stone,
A future I know I want to see through,
I can almost touch it,
Yes,
The feeling of accomplishment on the tip of my fingers,
I can taste it's rich and sweet,
A year and beyond,
A time I'd forgot,
I had had a heart,
Booming with life,
I could fill a room,
With bits of ethereal light,
But then sunny days turned to stormy nights,
All I need is declared acceptance
I feel in order to make you happy I continually need to repent
Be as I wish, as I may
How I choose to live
An un-giving brought up culture
Changed in a college environment
To reputable, distinguished, hospitable persons.
A lethargic, weak system before
A year defined and caged by a measurement, and constrained by time, could never explain the revelations, or cover the cost of my silent frustrations.
I am from the seeds dropped from familiar hands,
dug into the cigar box storing old memories,
sprinkled lightly onto the soil which bore me into this earth,
I want to mean everything to my everything.
I want to be his weakness,
As he is mine.
And when all he sees is darkness,
I want to be the light at the end of the tunnel.
In love, an infatuation, as deep and rich
as love can ever get… but I couldn’t make any words
come out.
I had trouble breathing.
i promise to never let you go
do everything i can to never say no
i promise to always be by your side
no matter what happens ill always be your guide
i promise to be with you till the end of time
Mondays suck.
I'd rather pet a duck,
Or maybe a lamb,
'Cuz they're so adorable, man.
You probably hate Mondays too,
Enough to whack its inventor with a shoe.
There is a world
Where I was from
Full of black, and white, and grey.
But then I saw
A silver line
Come through on misty day.
It's hard like steal,
But small and light
How it runs down my back,
Over the arch of my calves,
To the base of my heels.
Bubbles of lavender and coconut
Absorbed in the steam, wafting
Through the air, coating the mirrored
What gets me high, what gets me low;
So many things that you could know.
When I wake and bring the love into my day,
It's her who makes me feel this way.
Her smile when she laughs, her eyes when she cries;
The awkward, quiet, concentrated air fills the morning
As the birds try to sing but only sound like sandpaper to my ringing ears
I sluggishly move the plush covers on top of me to the side
Ty and Me.Instantly connected.No matter how scary life may have been,We stick through to the end.Just Ty and Me.
Cheerleading is a lifelong friend. It's a huge part of my life and it will never come to an end.
The sport is very friendly and always makes me smile.
Unlike other sports that can make you competitive and hostile.
Cheerleading is a lifelong friend. It's a huge part of my life and it will never come to an end.
The sport is very friendly and always makes me smile. Unlike other competitive sports that can make you competitive and hostile.
There is something that can change my frown,
pick me up when I am down,
My favorite teddy bear.
He has the softest hair,
He has always been there for me,
Even when I lost my house key.
When life has got me down,
and I'm feeling blue.
I know no matter what
that I can count on you.
You bring me joy you bring me life
and wash away the pain.
I know that without you
up, Up, UP!
Say “hello”, “Goodmoring”
Get Dressed, GO!
Day-in, Day-out
Quickly, forward
go, Go, GO!
Pass it. Bye.
A light in the distance
A Spark in the Sky
Today is the day,
the day to rise.
Rise above all that has been lost, all that has been done.
I have been told that hope is lost.
I believed that all hope was lost in this imperceptible darkness
Dawn has never been my muse
Though my spring to her may disagree
A slumber sweet and succulent
Brings unwanted tendencies
To wake I must for day has come
A friend or foe she be
When I want to feel good, I watch How to Train your Dragon.
It is about a viking named Hiccup.
He is shunned for being unorthodox and careless,
but he befriends a viking's enemy; a dragon he names Toothless.
you always said the wrong thing at the wrong time
you told me it was because you didnt have a filter
but i think it was because you didnt care
i realized that trying to forget everything you said works
The night comes alive with dreams
hopes of a future to come
bursting with imagination at what is possible
Eyes open, and the haze dissipates, but thoughts remain in the clouds
Jay seems like a monster in the morning
Angry about having to leave his bed
Yet once he has his coffee a change happens
Relaxation, relief and more awake than before
[ Me writing a letter to death]
October 10th.. Sending this letter from DeVonte, to.... to..,
Im going to start off this letter saying i dont like you, I fear of you but I will fight you,
[ Me writing a letter to death]
October 10th.. Sending this letter from DeVonte, to.... to..,
Im going to start off this letter saying i dont like you, I fear of you but I will fight you,
It might just be the perfect day,
It could also be the worst.
But does it really, really matter?
Of happiness I constantly burst!
It comes from the warm cup of coffee
you made my words stumble
from lips untamed
like the wind
in my hair
when we drove all night
listening to songs
From yesterday to the next day
The future is seen unknown and grey
What we can perceive as current time
is actually the catalyst of cause and effect
The past, what you may choose to reject or accept
When the bad days come
And life is not fair
At least it's better
Than Donald Trump's hair
Though you may be stuck in
A terrible position
At least it's not during
The Spanish Inquisition
they told me to rise
with dawn,
but i fade
with every daybreak.
maybe some are meant to live
in darkness because
shooting stars can only
No feeling at all
Nothing to recall
Living my life
Day to day
While others have a ball
Can’t breathe nor smile
I can hear but you never tell me- how you feel that’s why I’m drowning- in these ashes of flames that we caused, caused to burst since we showed each other our flaws.Though we try we just fill with hatred- for the agony of the other in the other’s
Little Brother
Little Brother
I’m here for you
Don’t be frightened
Don’t be timid
I will comfort you
Little Brother
Sometimes you just have one of those days
Where absolutely nothing is going your way
you bombed that science test
you spilt juice on your shirt
you scraped your knee
dropped your ice cream on the dirt
I’ve been waiting for you
Maybe for a minute
Maybe for my life
Yet, how come I’m waiting
To see your face
To see your body
“Poem Cry”
Sometimes I get emotional
Sometimes I cry for no reason
Sometimes I feel alone
What do we fear the creepy crawlies under our bedor is it the wondrus voice inside our headkilling my thoughts until braindead
I swear
that little poem you wrote to me
flew off the page
when I read it
I saw the truth
the words were flying all around me
they sank into my skin
or melted
here my eyes slowly blink
i'm not sure what she's saying
the mechanical pencil in my hand
clicks to reveal some lead
click click click
i break the thin cyclinder
click click click
If welcomed into the arms of the people of talkWould it put you at easeDoes it make you growWould it fuel youWould you trade your friends For a famousWould your memories be betterOr stripped from destinyFrom being clouded by from anotherWould t
<p> Potato,Potato,Po-tato/ Everyday, Every hour/ Licking Potatoes /In the shower /Potatoes are smexy /Potatoes are fine /You wanna lick potatoes?
Fresh oranges and a sunset to match
The gap between his teeth, only visible when he laughs and
freckles the that speckle the tip of his nose.
We call them sun kisses.
A question rises out of the dark,
Spoken quickly, it darts like a spark
Into the ears of waiting minds
And behind closed eyes the question lies:
"For what purpose each day do you rise?"
'Calm down.''You're fine.''What's wrong?''Will you please talk?''I want to understand what your anxiety is about.''How's it feel?'
It's not just a string of words
Set out before you like an array of different cheeses
At a fancy party.
That's not what poetry is.
It's not just about the swing,
The thing that moves you out of your seat
no pain is felt when all is painaching only lasts so longand then it’s replaced by a hole you cannot seea hole you cannot feel
The chair has been broken for a very long while
And the bruises on your lip darken when you smile
I cannot see you but your heart beats through the wall
I won't talk about who I amuntil the words are directed at no one,words shouted into air no one dare breathes. I am a good person,but that doesn't mean I am honest.
Take me. Wake me. Up. Inside
hi, my name is Kobe. Bryant. Halfway, 5 seconds on the clock
i take a shot and yell Kobe.
rafael de la ghetto is my mum. Rick Harrison my dad RIP John Delousie Skate
One two three, I am better than me.part of me is what it is. Dix are heads, their helmet cut, bleed to death like a rock
“Poet, breathe now.”
Adam Gottlieb’s words soon stuck in my head.
“Louder Than a Bomb” sketched in my notebook.
Poetry.
Enthusiasm from those slammers on stage.
I have a page, Confessional Slam, where people can send me anonymous confessions and I turn them into poetry. Here is the poem I wrote for the confession, "Everyone thinks I know everything about anything and ask me questions.
The power of poetry is incredible.
To pick up a tool and paper and decide,
I will change something,
with words...
is extremely powerful.
Humans have the ability to communicate,
The sensation was like lying on the bottom of a pool
Weightless yet heavy
A blue blanket wrapping me in eerie silence.
The day you entered my life/ I know we won't have any strife/ Our family: Dad, child, wife/ But taht is just a big fyffe// A lie just to give you hope/ Daddy don't need to elope/So please baby don't go mope/My chance of love is a slope// Baby do n
It's more than just tissues and bone.
It's more than just a pretty face or nice clothes.
It's more than knowing right from wrong.
It's more than your name or your favorite song.
No one sees the pain you hide.they look past you like your alright.their words cut right into your throatyou cant trust your friends anymoreevery word they say knocks you down. you keep seeing death surroundyour screaming out, crying loudbut all y
Short note: the following poem is in Villanelle style.
As words that infuse life into a dark place,
Poetry gave a face to the tangled mess in my mind,
As strokes on a page that probe a soul’s triumph and waste.
Greener was the ground before we walked
Purer was the air before we breathed
Cleaner was the the water before we swam
The future is many pathways, it eludes us
Our past is the memories of the people, it haunts us
Girl
How are you tonight?
A shield made of dark brown hair
You tremble, turning away
Are you cold?
Girl
You've stopped talking
The light from your eyes has faded
Painfully shy, an introvert, without many friends
A child of divorce, found salvation with a pen
Black and blue world, smudged ink on her hands
Wrote herself a ticket to faraway dreamlands
My peers look at me.
They expect to see something that I simply am not.
They want to see a good girl.
Who has it all going on.
Grades.
Body.
A strive for excellence.
When I was five years old
By Kimberly Chiamaka Okeke
I was five years old as I first barreled through the wooden doors of Kindergarten,
My short, nappy hair, knotted into twists,
Touch the paper with a pencil
Shouting thoughts come alive
My mind is leaking ideas
The words explode on paper
Eventually coming together
To create a world of mine
Thinking becomes out of control
Walking Closely in Brotherhood
By: Alesiya Walker
Only God can create peaceful unity,
Like a bird swooping in
A pen in my hand gave me all the power to soar
No need to be afraid of the world because the Raven always wins
With a pen and a paper all my ideas would come to life and soar
Funny how paradoxical the world is.
Humans selling their souls for a dollar.
Making profit off of pain and while their coins add up, so does their shame.
But who’s really to blame?
I run as fast as I can.
The sky gets blacker and blacker.
I hear laughter fill the air where the wind once danced.
I can’t see where I’m going.
There’s no where to hide.
It’s after me.
I’m afraid to give my words to you
I’m afraid of how they will taste in your mouth
Will you get drunk on them?
Or will you throw them up?
I hope you get so drunk
Ever single letter will become
Hey it's that kid with the ashen skin
Skinny white b♂y who you could snap like a twig
Ask me again how that story went
Because the first time around my voice cracked thin
This place is hollow
Musty lamps ignite the room
The only thing to fill up space
Is noise of eating
chewing on bread
Anxiety and me
Go hand in hand with my sexuality and me
I am not straight
And I am not gay
I am somewhere in the in-between
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I take a look inside your eyes,
A daring quest I know.
I long to hear the lullabies,
And feel the fresh white snow.
I want to see your memories,
Sing in me Muse,
And through me tell the story
Of a girl, who slowly changed who she was
And ended up being betrayed by her best
friend.
This is her story...
Day by day, I thought of
Poetry is my sunshine
My gateway to heaven
I couldn't go a day without it
Not ever cooncerned about if it rhymes
My poetry speaks values
It gives me a sense of importance
Like I never have to wait
Oh bright light,Please will you shine,Down on me,Warm me up so tenderly?It is so cold here,And I feel alone,Surrounded by nothing but darkness,I have nowhere to go.So please,Bright light,
A bullet costs less than a quarter
A life is cut shorter
A bullet is made of lead
A life is dead
A bullet is fast
A life's wound is vast
A bullet hits hard
Icicles are my fingers, stiffly projecting from my hands, wishing to gather under their frosty chins any sliver of warmth. For in winter’s womb is formed cruelty, and when she’s born devises ways to bite and slap and seize those unprotected.
At one point in my life,
I lacked things to do,
So I pulled out an old journal,
And that I went through,
I read the poetry I used to write and figured,
that if back then I could write,
Anxiety is crippling
Shaking, gasping, the world seems to spin
The smallest things trigger it
Do you know how long it's been?
since I've actually had a calm
Knees weak, eyes tearing
The sky is eerily starless tonight
And it is like the universe senses that I am not ready to see the stars
Hidden in the darkness
I am waiting for the clock to strike twelve
And for you to admit that you were wrong
Some see numbers and it makes sense, but other can't even understand cents.
Spanish is to an english speaker, as math is to me.
Gibberish.
I see words and can eloquently translate it's thoughts
The crevices on his face told a story,
It spoke of his failures and glory.
The lines around his mouth told of laughter.
His ring promised forever after.
His breathe was slow and silent.
Dear Friend,
I must inform you of an ocurrance most absurd,
a long-running line of separatio has ben blurred.
Preparing pass the church this morn,
the ghostly friar spoke with young Romeo of the Montagues
In 1668 silence sailed from Spain
and invaded the shores of Guam
The Spanish hushed the Chamorro culture with rifles
and the sounds of extinction were deafening
Every year since kindergarten,
We begin with a journal entry.
Entering our thoughts on our day,
and writing for over a whole century.
Staring up at the midnight sky,
hear the quiet passing by.
We can't get those thoughts out of our head,
so we keep them in until we are dead.
Twinkling stars that are shining so bright,
He walked in and he left
He left and he came
His heart and his soul
Was put to shame
I watched and I waited
I waited for his gesture
I couldn’t compare him
To any other sinner
this is my reality
a transcript of my morality
a cloud thats full of bullets
dropping rain just like a calvalry
inside my head is rattling
my brains conviction, battery
Poetry can be scary.
Poetry is supposed to be scary.
Digging through thoughts so deep, I cringe.
But poetry can be happy.
Poetry is supposed to be happy.
Poetry is a lot of things.
why do i write such sad things
people ask and i never know what to sing
i guess its cause of the mental state im in
i let the paper take away the sting
the pens ink revealing the pain within
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.
FLORIDA, COCA-COLA, A TYPEWRITER
I moved to Florida because I wanted to write a book.
I moved to Florida because I wanted to drink Coca-Cola on the beach and write a good book.
When I wake up in the morning and stare into the mirror, who do I see.
I see a 6 foot tall person just standing there.
The Mean Streets of Oz
When the world is spinning out of control like a Kansas tornado,
You cannot simply go back to bed and pull the covers
over your head.
I think im too caught up in illusions
the water is deluded
I dont know whats real
i barely see my refection barely
feelin like im stuck in a form of slavery
A word was never uttered from your mouth
But apologies was spoken from mine
A group of friends hung around you all the time
While I had no one to confort me when I cried
You stole my heart
People talk about how opinions don’t matter but I think they do. I am united with my fellow poets as we embark on a journey leading us into deeper thoughts. You wonder what being a poet means to me, and I say everything.
I don’t get like this often
When it happens, I feel my heart soften
My body shivers with discontent
Not sure of what I am meant
To do, to feel,
I am young, impulsive, wide-eyed, and green,
a sapling wondering which way to grow.
Still needing some support, somewhere to lean,
staked to stand tall when the strong winds do blow.
Forest in the hills,stars in the sky,
deer in the meadow,
birds learn to fly.
Animals roam freely,
coyotes in the night,
If I was on an island
With nothing but sea
All I would want
would be a memory
of my family.
My wonderful dad,
who works to support,
who can make you laugh and smile
Our fingers grip
halfway intertwined
and lip to lip
we hang between birds and moonshine
it's 3 am and we’re making out
on a park bench.
it's 3 am, we're making out on a park bench
Ambition, my drive
My mission is ride all of these waves
until the day that I survive,
with my mind, body, and soul.
It is an intangible thing—
One that cannot be touched or felt,
One that is nameless and thinner than air,
And yet it bears more colors than the world has to offer.
what am i
who am i
someone please tell me what to do
but don't tell me too much
i don't want to be like you
i listen too much think too much am quiet too much
i can't even write a poem right
Which way should we go
In this land of woe
The sky has fallen to darkness
The people broken and heartless
Which way should we go
You are all I need
My Radiohead’s in the clouds
The vacant thoughts succeed
I was told looking up was really down
Spirit will ……never vanish.
The darkest hour…upon the isle's stage.
No, I simply cannot let it be so for me ever.
On a desolate isle, I refuse to back down.
Standing before the Lord of Flies.
Thank you mommy
Thank you daddy
For teaching me that my curls are beautiful
Thank you mommy
Thank you daddy
For teaching me that my dark skin was crafted by Him
Money (An English Translation of my German Poem : "Geld")
Laying by a tree
with my head hung.
Many birds fly above
and I think
"Why can I not fly?"
Life with no wings
We think
we need
but we don't.
Another
false alarm
turns out
that we don't.
Then you
come along
your
little paws
and I do.
Wednesdays, the halfway point.
When you've finally accepted that school is back in session
and are just waiting for it to be over.
It's the stage of acceptance and patience.
Very. Little. Patience.
My eyes open,
If I was truly alone,
All I would need is God.
If I must walk by myself,
Up and down the paths of forever,
A world without color is a dreary world at best,
For I wouldn’t see the red dragons on Grandma’s vest,
I wouldn’t see the brown ochre of a bird’s new nest,
Dreams,
Floating along the fabric of my mind,
treading into ideas and thoughts.
Without these thoughts, how could I live?
Nothing can be done without a dream.
We are two havles of a whole,
two sides of a brain,
two atriums of a heart.
Without you,
I am broken,
a robot with no heart,
a robot without a soul.
With you,
I'm alive,
I go in the coffee shop around 11:26, I stop before moving forward again, I have seen him for the past 3 month,
oh god his smile always met me at the door, he always get the same thing small hot green tea amd a doughnut,
My imagination chauffeurs my sensation.
Safely to where? I don’t care.
Afar from my fears, and my worthless tears.
Keeping my thoughts from my battles fought.
In the rain to ease the pain.
HAPPINESS
Life is full of surprises;
There will be days that
Everything is going great –
Then, there will be days
When you lose hope in all fate.
It can be quite a roller coaster,
Being stranded on an island would be unfortunate,
and any item we bring compared to the big picture may seem disproportionate.
But being logical has its perks,
and i've heard this survivalist book really works.
A miraculous adventure was coming for me
Although the fields of roses were still as the night
I felt that shake that brought me to my knees
And once i opened my eyes, what i saw was pure fright
One thing I cannot live withoutTrust me I have no doubt that this One this would be my heart Pumping blood into my veins When the room goes silent the Thumping goes insane jumping Through my veins as though they are a long trail of trampolines B
When I saw the prompt for this wonderful poem,
I thought to myself, "Now what can I show them?
Shall I be brave and smart, or strong and heroic?
Or shall I be a normal teenager and just be stoic?"
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.
Purpose is the driving force behind all action.
Is it to much to ask, to know one's purpse?
The answer is never where you look. But
One thing is for certain; one
Thing remains the same as time slides by--
We're living in a society where 13 and 14 year old girls dream of a relationship even remotely close to 'Fifty Shades of Grey' but can't even tolerate the cramps coming from the heavy flow of their monthly red room of pain.
Pages torn and frayed
The feel of paper under my fingers
I get lost in the words
The vividness, the scenery
That the author paints with words
“Have you ever heard of the power of words?”
He sounds like some sort of Jehovah’s Witness, standing there on the sidewalk with his books hugged tight to his chest, staring at her with eyes so impossibly wide.
I curve, the lines flow elegantly onto the surface
Dark curves, long curves, jagged curves and smooth curves
All becomes a piece of the puzzle.
I couldn't live without my flash drive.
I've written a book on there that I always want close to my heart.
Even if I can't plug in the flash drive to a computer and read it,
I simply can't live to see another day,Without you, my friend, the world would be grey.You bring out the best of me, You help me escape and feel free.
Your face against mine is meant to be
Like when the seashore kisses the sea
On a deserted island, you’d be all that I’d need.
Even if I was feeling alone and forgotten
Supportive, dependable, yet completely silent.
Tells stories of complete fiction and the happiest of memories
In a language only comprehensible to me.
There for me when I need to cry
I am going to live
I am going to run with the stars and
Scream at the sky
James Joyce will hold my hand
And we will walk in a connected world
As the trees mutter a familiar tune
Rakish reflections pass from an
Aging streetlight to grace your cheek;
The soft touch of that fragile golden glow
Compliments the green looking back at me
The smell of smoke is fast asleep
A journal is a simple thing, with lines, or blank.
Freedom to express yourself. I would bring a journal.
Documenting my life.
My turmoil.
My strife, my joy...
Happiness.
Solitude,
All I’d need
Would be God
With His wonders he’d keep me alive
Because He parted the red sea when his people were being attacked
Made it rain fresh bread from an empty sky
My eyes flutter open
to a world draped in a haze
a sight so unclear and undefined
that I am left in a daze.
I blink and adjust to the warm light peeking from my windows
Life without love is like the sun without the moon,
life without love is like a flower that'll never bloom.
Life without love is like a star that won't shine,
life without love is like a poem with no rhyme.
How can love be sweet like a summer's day,
When it will always leave a bitter taste?
Capturing and blinding mystified prey,
Defeating mesmerised loves in the chase.
It smothers the heart in an icy grip,
Don't panic, our blue planet's a wonderful placeDreamers, we live, we fly, we soar, we singUnlike the desolate rest of outer spaceAlthough all curious wonders always bring.
The smile is a lie, a lonely cryMisunderstood perception of the mindThis moonless night no sorrows' death defyBut twisted and undone for fighting blind.
Everyone needs a helping handFor the heart and soul.
I talk, listen, and most of all,I care about you.
Don't be afraid, you can tell me,And I promise I won't tell.
Black for her darkness hidden.
Blue for her not yet cried tears.
Green for her pain that is there but not found.
Pink for all her fake smiles.
Purple for the laughs that pains her but she tries.
She sits in the room full with her friends.
They all laugh and talk.
But why cant she seem to smile?
She tries but their all fakes.
She had plenty of reasons to be happy.
She had her friends.
Wisdom in each droplet
like a sea of broken roads
with each forgotten memory
to lighten the weight of loads
.
For every breath forsaken
and every tear forgiven
A cloud so unreliableto provide such decent shadethough many stop to watch themthey're perfect, they're God made..They're made of wispy waterso white up in the skycollections of lovely ice
The air currents swirled
like water in the ocean,
swift and calming.
.
The air reminded me of fall,
though life blossomed like spring,
new and refreshing.
.
A garden green,
A svelte owl,
on wing through this dark mooned night,
an ego ghost on the prowl,
to find what has been for his might.
.
Elusive moonlight,
scattered over frosty grass,
I choose to be meIn a world where others disguise who they truly areLiving a facade to hide any imperfections or scarsPressured to live their life just like everyone else
Authors are powerful peopleThere is no limit to what they can doThey have the power to make you ecstatically happyAnd make you have a heart attack, too
Words can't describe the feeling inside,
the pain, the sorrow, the laws you were supposed to abide.
You say you understand, but you could never seem to comprehend the pain you put me through.
Let's go hand in hand to the middle of the ocean.
Let us sink in together and come up with great emotion.
As the world lay in ruin, I asked myself,"Did it Pass?" Did the horrible war that forced us to conform,Did the preachers whom to God they're sworn,Did the witches,Died of execution form? Is it past,The reign of terror?The fog through which is uncl
I'm not sure I like my reflection;He looks at me funny.There's something in his eyesThat boasts he knows me too well.And I just don't trust him-I think my secrets he might tell.
A human being, sentient and breathing, cannot truly live without seeing.
If eyes are windows to the soul, then all you know comes through your pupils.
But count the eyes first.
All I Need is my heart
But oh, much more
Than for my own life
I need my heart
To care for others
To love the unlovable
To help the incapable
To understand what is confused
A human being, sentient and breathing, cannot truly live without seeing.
If eyes are windows to the soul, then all you know comes through your pupils.
But count the eyes first.
In order to survive,
You need love,
Water,
Shelter,
Food.
But what if you don't have that?
What if you're
stranded
on an island?
You'd need to make with what you got.
“loved ones, your feelings determine mine”
this is what my voice proclaims
but does my heart truly sympathize?
i encourage you to confide in me
but is just it to reciprocate my ego?
Lately I ve been distracted
Writer's block so powerful
Hands crippled aching with regret
Turning to my temptations
My soul, my creativity dies a little each time
But now Im bac..I hope
The morning dew, My Adoration, Wash away the moonlight- A depression, a crease Within my Soul, Aching for cleanse Wash away the limelight-I seek tranquility. There is no climax In Reality
I hear the Bells ringing, ringing. Menacing, treacherous- silence. Pain is imminent-But I think Differently. I was a beggar for your Release- But not twice- For you are not worthy ofMy sacred Pain.
To Whom It May Concern- The bed is wrapped near the River, Let my memories enter the Shore.Nevermore, I never felt, As if it mattered- Hesitation marks fill the Paper,I could not bear to write it-“I love you, I love you”. Past words are dead.
My body rejects the writing because writing is like an I.V. in my veins. It clears the venom out of my body and dries up the river of words in my mind. I do not want to be a skeleton
Hey look, it's my teddy Bear or should i say my care bear
When I'm down i hold him near
He lets me know there's nothing to fear
That's how i know he's always there.
My problems he would love to hear
I can't live without chocolate.
Chocolate is like the soul to my heart.
It makes me happy, like the chimpanzees.
The way it melts like butter as the flavor explodes into your mouth.
There is one thing I do need
it is my dog, Ozzy, indeed.
Of all other objects he does exceed.
Only needing little feed,
he is a fine dog of the Peek-a-Pom breed.
Live life without hindrance, please sir
It is something taken for granted, all should have
None of us truly do… not even you, do you defer?
Might as well do it now, it is only gonna get worse
Wilson is brave
Wilson is round
Wilson will be there, and even roll around.
Wilson can't walk
He can't even talk
Sometimes you'll need to set him on a rock.
But Wilson will listen
Have Faith
Faith we cannot live without
A life without it,
Is it a life at all? No
The idea of believing that crumbling humanity will overcome the odds
My mind races with my dreams.What it is I seek is somethingWorth more than a nine to five,Worth more than a park to drive, Worth more than a pay check in my hands,For I will find my satisfaction.
I am art.
I come off the walls when you
least expect
Like a chameleon I come in disguise
Illuminating opaque hearts
My wings radiating iridescent hues
Of purple
Tantalizing your mind's eye
My dear Velvetine was the richest Queen
No, not rich in gold but rich in life
She spent her last days before her
unexpected slumber dancing in the
Roaring Twenties
Swinging to the beat of the saxophone
I looked into my eyes one day
Stared right into my soul
But scared to go that way
I turned around and fell into
the black hole
I reached out
And held on to the whispers
Of my past
With time prying away at my Soul
Afraid of letting go
And falling into her Grasp
Thinking too much
creates bad thoughts.
The negativity in those thoughts
are from depression.
Discontent, sadness, anxious, hopeless
is what you feel.
You feel ignored, alone.
Isolated.
Grew up an only child
In my eyes you were the only idol
You tamed the untamable
You were the unbreakable
Others sit and watched things happen
But you got up and made a difference
You saw our picture, on Facebook. Wedding details and happ faces.
Yeah, I'm a lucky girl.
You had big dreams for him, falling in love.
You were two kids in the front yard, all insecurities and young.
When he took the last breath, I knew it was real. I had not only lost my father, but the most important man in the world.
In a mind where there's no rest
In a body to the test
You only need to close your eyes
It's not you you have to despise
All there is is music
You can never choose it
In a mind so misused
I have had a love affair with the idea of you
You are like a tiptoe and then a hurricane
Dancing so softly on the edges of my mind
Poetry Oh Poetry
What should I write
I'm not good at this,
but I guess I will try
Here is a story
That I just made up
It is wriiten in a poem
To show the other people up
I could not live without it
It is the banana to my banana split
Why, you may ask
Well, let me unmask
I could not live without it
It is the banana to my banana split
Why, you may ask
Well, let me unmask
I could not live without it
It is the banana to my banana split
Why, you may ask
Well, let me unmask
They're a whole,
But seem one.
I need them more than the moon hugs its stars.
If life was stranded
and not a soul was in sight,
I would need them by my side.
It started with a big boom
Matter, thought, a spark, she forms
She emerges from this
She has nothing to show
She begins to grow
If there was ever one thing
that I could never live without,
I'd know exactly the object,
without the slightest doubt.
Every day since I was born,
It's hard being funny. They wait for you to ease the tension. "You make awkward situations comfortable!" You cool the place down with an allegory that's so random they'll reminisce about it for weeks.
If I were left on an island alone,
I would miss all the comforts of home.
I couldn't decide what one thing to bring,
An object to help me through this horrible thing.
I could pick some tarp to cover my head,
I never would have noticed the
Abscess on my elbow
If they had not pointed it out
I strained to see it
Red flushing my skin
Darker than leather
O, you’re right
I spend a long time waiting
waiting,
waiting.
I don't really know what for
but I just am
here
Waiting for a change
I guess
I mean
What else could I wait for?
Imagine yourself on a stranded island:
the sand in your hair
the broken boat that is near
the loneliness that's with you there.
Personally, that scene seems unbearable
When I Perform
My spirit takes the world by storm.
The curtain opens and I ascend
up into the clouds.
I transform into a beautiful being.
Bright and loud.
My heart thunders up in front of a crowd.
I am a black male
I am a teen
i am a leader searching for the way
I am somebody to take action
I am someone who wants something
I am destined for greaness
I am looking
I am searching
This pen is perfect
I really don't know why I love it so much
It's purple and green, which is an odd combination
I have no idea how the ink hasn't run out by now
I've had it for two years
Silence so loud it screams in your ear
Ringing inside your head like a never-ending screech
Echoing through the mountains of your mind
Muting the outside
Left alone inside your own mind
The quiet girl in the back of the class
looking through the glass.
No one knows much about who she is
they only know of the silence she gives.
Scared of what? I can’t say
I got to go, have to getaway
Heart begins to thump, to race wild
Feeling frightened, alike a child
Breathing quickens, I want it to slow, get back in control
I swear the night heals
I swear on the dirt, it's healed, some a broken heart
I see her come to it, the broken one
With her heart aches
And her head aches
And her hurts
On the broken stairs of a trailer
My weary soul sat
On the broken edge of a rusted sink
My hands rested flat
They followed themselves up the mirror
The thing about anxiety is
I may look fine from the outside, but
On the inside I am erupting like a volcano.
Except I do not get the privilege
To explode in public.
I am forced to hide the bubbling emotions
A piece of the price of pain
Is hatred
And the price of a piece of hatred
Is pain
Highness, I bow to nobody
But I kneel to a body of water and blood
Every
Single
Somewhere between the changing color of porcelain white skin, to cherry red flesh
My mind wanders
I wonder if it’s that hotter water that hurts so good
For fucks sake
I haven't eaten in three days
I am too tired to stay up this late
To do this stupid assignment that I hate
I would rather be digging my own grave
Young King, Stand here with me as we face the darkness
And as light seems to fade and the shadows rise
Fear and hopelessness take hold
And as my strength weakens
I feel the end come near, only to be
I've been shot.
As I lay here, I always wondered the feeling of death.
Scary thing is, I wasn't afraid....hmm funny;
I live right up the block.
And the trigger man,
Let it fly, fly aloneSince it has a formAnd fibres fineMade by hands divineHappy is HeAnd beautiful is itAlways full in dressFinest of all the insectsIs the butterfly!
SAD
IT Will BE
For A Father
TO Feel
For the
Death
OF
HIS Daughter
Who was HIS
“Precious Pearl”
IT would have
Been A very
How can one word define infinite possibility.
How can one sentence define a future. If it were up to me
I would write a book.
A feature length film.
A memoir on the lives of each of us.
The universe is made of elements.
Everything on earth is made of bit sized little bits
From Hydrogen to Ceasium to Ununseptium
But there are three elements that make me tick
You are his Summer Girl. His Early June. His Late July. You are his quick fix. His in-between. You are his fall back. His default. You are the One That’s Always There. Baby. Do not mistake this for love.
Like unturned gardens,
My familiar voyage pretends,
Courage if you dare,
She falls asleep,
My life is in steps,
And I blow through the seething cold,
I am unto you,
Conform they say
You'll be just fine
Hide the truth away
It's only a matter of time
Society has clipped my wings
I can no longer fly
No happiness this brings
Some days I'd rather die
I am a teenage girl
I am silly and helping
I am friendly and outgoing
I am music
I may be young
I may be old
I am somebody
Everyone wants to find the love of their life.
We entrust a stranger with our thoughts,
souls, and our entire existence.
Does the very thought of it frighten you?
Who am I?
A question asked by many
Asked by my job to score a penny
I am an outspoken force to be reckoned with
What is your ethnicity?
I am a Panamanian Princess
I would not give you the pleasure of Killing you in your sleep.
I would be making it too easy for you.
You definitely didn't give me the pleasure.
My eyes were wide open. I witnessed every moment.
What am I if I think of this?
What is this thought of mine?
What was the seed that from this grew
This budding vine of life?
Whose great hand that from we grew?
Whose great lips that give us breath?
As time goes by,
You stand and ponder,
"When will I die?"
So you wonder.
As you wander through the graveyard,
You ask yourself,
"Why is life so hard?"
You say to oneself.
Follow me down to the willow trees,where we can sing and dance along with the bees;With our youthful hands in the air, set your spirit free.
With chapped lips and an aching heart,
I dream of glaciers drifting apart.
Heavy tears freeze as they graze air,
a blizzard arises as I feel your stare.
I recall the first day you loved me,
Looked on the TV
saw trumps tupee.
That man has a lot of words
to say today.
I wonder if he would still like my vote
though, i'm gay?
Righhht...
That's enough FOX
for this stud
Soaring through the waxwing slain
One sound, one bearing
None to fight the slain waxwing feign
No contortions and no appobations of collegiate youth
but the mere understanding of what
it is
Waking up to you is like discovering a foreign place.
I trace every birthmark on your skin to find your face.
I was a vast land, long forgotten and claimed my none.
Curious eyes reached beyond the horizon, it had begun.
I used to be fragile.
As light as a feather.
As delicate as a dandelion.
I used to be lost.
So unsure of everything.
Never knowing which road was better to take.
I used to be afraid.
One wish.
I watch the delicate eyelash
tremble
and then float lifelessly away from my finger.
I ponder my inevitable wish-making superstition,
questioning why I would even risk the puff
I remeber day one, when you walked in the room without your usual kick to your step. You told me you were moving into the city and away from our nowhere town.
I am not the harsh words of insecure bullies from third grade
I am not the cruel laughter of my classmates watching me get tripped on the playground
I am not the pitiful words from my middle school counselor,
There are many ways that I can define me
My major, my gender, or my history.
Lets start simple, something easy.
My major is definitive, it's Biology.
I am a scientist at heart, a studier of the sea,
My heart is like an orchestra:
Full of sadness, joy, and song.
My instruments are tuning still
Though it's been so very long.
Percussion plays my awkwardness;
The strings, all my compassion;
Depression is the song of my mind
That sounds just like a cry--
Quietly the song begins
And quieter the lie.
Who am I?
I am shy
But around my friends I am loud.
I am smart
But sometimes not so much.
I am funny
But it is mostly myself that thinks that.
I am young
Another year
I go to school.
Another year
I see my friends.
Another year
I lose sleep.
Another year
I am educated.
Another year
I am anxious.
Another year
Cancer,
I want answers
Oh,
Why did you hurt me so?
Cancer,
Like a tiny dancer,
I have been weakened,
Why do I feel mistreated?
Cancer,
I hear the banter,
Look at my life
All the struggle and strife
I deal with on the daily
Haters are spineless
Like snakes, scaly
My words never fail me
King Liam, hail me
grew up like a peasant
Trancending reality
Get in my way
You'll be a fatality
I do it automagically
I say to all my haters
Go ahead, have at me
I make a joint pop like acne
What? That's ridiculous
I don't pretend to be a g
Bustin' slugs and sellin' drugs
I'm just tryna get a hug from a chill honey
But no one fucks with a homie
Who ain't gotta lotta money
I save my change in a jar
Life, life is hard I knowYour a girl who thought this would never happenThis is your storyYou go to workYou love itHanging out with the guysThats funYou trust the ones you work with
I was born into this world without direction or a clue.
Born into my mother and father's ocean, streaming blue.
They taught me how to swim up the current as I pulled through.
I Am Two Faced.
I wish nothing more than for the people around me to get along.
I wish even more for my friends to be without any drama.
But that will never happen.
My soul sinks deep out like a ship,
a sole shepherd without his sheep,
silence of the lamb in friendship.
Your absence's killing me softly!
As easy as counting one, two, three
I tend to learn with a breeze
A fast learner who’s quite free
From the struggle of trying to see
Night’s existence has inhabited it’s customary frame of space,
which has been allotted.
I am who I could not have imagined I would beFrom mama's early blue eyed baby boyto her lanky nineteen year old spawnI am still growing into who I am aim to be
I am the quiet music in the background
That none can hear
Unless they were listening for it
I am the single drop of rain
That a little girl will brush off her cheek
It's like the taste of bitter coffee in the morning.
Like a gaping hole in one's chest & a constant gnawing of bones & the drinking and drainage of blood.
It is the kiss of life
Your breath against mine
This life is like a rollercoaster
Neither can bring back time
Your past haunts my everlasting wakes
Please baby come back to me
Come to life
The struggle of oppertunity
The day that i broke
of so much misfortune
With several scattered roads
The past with my mistakes
the choices that i made poor
the impossible oppertunities
You pushed me, kicked me, you didn't care cause I was unknown,
I've heard you thought school was your zone.
I watched with tears in my eyes,
as the sky darkened,
everyone seemed to cheer you on,
There he was,
a clown
grasping for the balloons in his belly reaching outside the classroom for more than this,
he finds himself in clouds, puffyness, a softness in colors yet is bound to the ground,
don’t ask me those questions
they are self-erasing and ugly in nature
unidentifying and dreadfully
hollow.
I am what my parents always wanted me to be.
I am a good girl with good grades and good friends.
I hold doors open for people.
I say please and thank you.
I do what is asked of me.
On airy cliff side sits the falcon’s nest,
A perch of splendid vacant seaside view,
And in it does my youthful spirit rest,
Absorbing breath of air and sky of blue;
While body lives the life of down-below,
Rhythm and Meter.
Rhythm and Meter.
Rhythm and Meter.
Stressed Syllables (/).
Unstressed Syllables (^).
A one meter foot line.
A two meter foot line.
They say that it’s an addiction,
An impartial accusation,
Blame best left with the man in the moon
But Hell hath no flame
Hotter than lust
Steam rising up
Breath heaving out
You're the only one I need
In times of despair and tragedy
Hold me intact as I'm falling apart
Keep me forward as I turn away
Be my anchor and hold me down
You wrote your own story
And didn't let anyone else alter it
Living in your own book
And that's why we couldn't be together
f.s. yousaf
What do I find awesome?
Education and the fact that it helps me blossom
Everything from reading to color coding notes
Reading lets me discover new worlds and teaches me cool new words
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Let go.
Wash your sins away
or your heart's vacancy will find
guilt, an ever burdening resident
Let go.
I'll carry your ball and chain.
What does awesome mean to you?
When you think of awesome
You think of that great big success
You think of acing that end-of-year test
We think of celebrations and parties
And being our best
Laughter
Independence
Friendships
Expression
Imagination
Smiling
Adventure
Wondering
Endurance
Sincerity
Optimism
Everything Is Awesome
It is amazing how we rest and store energy
To wake up again and again from the kissing sun
Reptile;
Cold scales abraze my once soft flesh,
An egg that never hatched.
Now basking under hell's sun is hell's son
Parents tell me "do better,
You don't want to go to hell...son."
To be is awesome.
To even truly exist
is fantastic what a feat
of probablistic chance.
And a dice roll universe
struck Yahtzee with none other
than yours truly.
What absolute insanity
Every one tells me how beautiful the stars are
and you tell me when you die
you want to be a star
and watch over those you care for,
I look down and laugh a little.
A Revenge bounds across the open plains with speed and beauty looking for payback
Hooves pounding into the ground, jolting the surroundings with every step
Snap!
I'd appreciate not being lied to
Or made a fool of.
I'd have sch joy,
I'd pick all theflowers
and plant them where rivers
had fell down my cheeks.
I'd share a dance with the rain
Having a bad day?
Feeling down?
Are the skies gray?
Just smile and turn your life around
You know why?
Because you are wonderful
Don't let your happiness die
Life isn't awful
You are the reason.
The reason I am me.
The reason I will be,
the only one you will ever see
that is as happy as can be.
s.f.
7.19.15
Do we ever feel alone?
yes.
Do we ever feel forgotten?
yes.
Have we ever gotten help?
no.
Have your friends ever offered help?
yes, but I think I don't need it.
Time, I’m begging you please
Slow down for me
You’re going too fast
Like a child running mad
Yes, Like a child running mad
Time, please go real slow
I lost another poemthis morningin the early airbetween my home and my carI failed to net itput it in my poem jarit flew awaywill it be aroundsomewhereover therewhen I get back?
Earth's memoriesBuried deep in stonesThey remember large creaturesThe cataclysmAnd the fallSometimes they show picturesOr give bonesBut I hear their wordsAnd I write their stories.
Him. A Poem
The first time I saw
Him, I was thirteen,
The classroom bold, and
My thoughts clouded with
Thoughts of him.
See a kid from high school like all the rest he just wanted to be cool.
Wanted to be the best. He Smoked what they spoke, and drank what they wrote,
Teenage angst, women wearing spanx to insecure to say thanks
can’t take a compliment their disaster’s imminent don’t really know if this is relavant but im doin this for the hell of it
Being sick to me, iswaking up due to that small subtle crease in the bed causing
I sat alone one evening,
Nearly dreaming upon my table propped,
Stopped had I from work to rest,
I know you hate smooshieness
Crackers that make you feel uncomfortable
But I can’t help sharing with you
Cold stars reflected in the water
Abyss beckons us his dark distance.
Our world, only one of hundreds,
In which we can not see the sun.
In this world, I am uneasy,
I have nothing to write about
I have been staring at a white screen for fifteen grueling minutes and I still have nothing to write about
Inspiration is everywhere
And I am looking around for something
Ten minutes is ticking.
Can't find the time losing such minutes.
Close to such hours I wait patiently, for my moment to shine.
I ask myself when will that be?
Unlike the potion #9
I hold no breathtaking purpose
or rhyme
I'm simply written
to be
that #25 poem,
you see.
And with this my master,
will be so happy to find
Knock, knock, knock.Love's arrived and his fists leave knuckle prints apon the door in front of me.Knock, knock, knock.Love's knocking earthquakes at my feet
Come to me
My dear women
Let me tell you
The story of An incredible woman
Carefully listen
Once there was a woman
She would get up early
In the morning
And then
Wait!
There are a lot of things that have been plaguing me.
It is something that I really need insight on, especially when wisdom is abandoning.
what does it mean to be complete?
is life a school to teach us classes that complete, whether we learn or not?
is it a stairway that we advance to the next step the same way everyone else does?
I am alone at the sea.
Bound by the wind.
I only go where it flows.
I've only been where it's been.
I am transferred to the desert.
Sit on top of sandy dunes.
The sun scorches my skin.
your mind starts to crumble like a sheet of paper written with words that no longer have meaning,
People ask me why I'm bitter.
I say add sugar, sweetie.
People wonder how I stand it.
I tell them optimistically.
People say why bother with living like that.
I scream "It's my decision!",
You grab the purse off the rack
like it'll save you from God.
You take the drugs at the party
since He can't really see.
You kill your feet in new heels
because your "man" said they're sexy.
First thing's first I smirk instead of smile
This is who I am with #NoFilter
The latter done only once in a while
When I laugh by cause of my mister
Fond of all that is medicinal
Without accessories I may look plain but do you know anymore than my name?
I may be simple, but it is not that easy.
I am very deep, and very needy.
I am a mother, but a wild child undercover.
Breathe
Take a second to breathe
A diaper needs changed
Immediately
I'm a father.
You
Intimidated by nature
A pill bends my creator
Finally
I'm relieved of anxiety
Eyes torn, eyes bright; reaching
Hands clasped, outstretched; speaking. They tell my story, they lived my days: of teary-eyed nights but persistent days,
spent studying, searching, for the ones who helped me see,
Before the mask
an urged facade
we were shamelessly us
but they found it odd
An idiosyncrasy
among their "perfection"
trying to fit in
there was a disconnection
Free
From everything I used to be
Re-writing my history
Picture by picture I’m finding me
I’m alright
My hair plain brown, my face aged with time
Behind the big picture
Is a small, fragile woman.
Forget the smile
And look deep into her eyes.
Her eyes tell a story.
A story of:
Danger,
Heartache,
Misfortune,
The picture of myself is thus:
fading, losing color, changed from smile to frown,
gazing back my eyes, alien, hurt.
I got hit up with some plans for the night.I told peeps that I'm down and he said alright.
Don't just listen to the "MUSIC"Pay attention to the message.Its the ignorant that has kept the intelligent arrested.
I lost myself again last night.
That tight feeling in my chest overcomes me and I’m drowning;
Sinking myself into dangerous parts of the sea.
The man behind the photo is unknown
his true nature are within the pixles of a picture
his facial expression like the cover of a book
Cut offs instead of skirts,
t-shirt instead of sweaters,
earbuds instead of earrings,
is what makes my life a lot better.
Didn't fake a smile as a kid,
You said you didn't like lipstick
I didn't wear any
But I bit my lip
Until it was flushed deep red with blood
And tasted better
Than your satin skin ever did
When I round the corner,
and touch my nose to the real, cold glass of my bathroom mirror,
I am faced with everything I've ever tried to cover up.
My skin that's pale and reminds me of my father,
The tears that are surfacing upon my eyes and leaving glistening trails of a salty substance are not there for the comfort you had given me.
Bully Beatdown
I was doomed from the start
…Born
Torn apart
A dart through my heart
Self-hating Bogart
Some called me sweetheart
Behind the filter is a girl
A girl who has been through the hells of growing up
Behind the filter is insecurities
Insecurities the girl doesn't allow to define her
Behind the filter is compassion
"Who is that?" you ask as you stare her way.
shes changed so much.
"Why is she like that?" you wonder everyday.
"Look at her stomach!" You say, grossed out.
She hates herself
No one saw it coming, I mean out of all people I was the least to expect anything. The way she still looked at you, and the way she stared at me, and had the words, "I love you" jump off of her tongue.
Perfection.
Is the definition of perfection perfect?
Who could really define perfection?
If someone added a picture to it, who would it be?
Certainly not me.
I would be plastered in the antonym section as
The harmless freckles that cover my face,
The numerous scars on my cheeks and my waist,
The extra skin that exists on my thighs,
The obvious bags that surround my tired eyes,
The size of my large and annoying ears,
Yo soy del fondo del mar
Nadie me puede provocar
Las olas vienen a mi lado
Y se acercan sin vergüenza
Los peces me besan con sus labios
Y las plantas me abrazan sin hacerme daño
La arena me ignora
She feels the sun upon her skin.
The flower in her heart blooms,
Gentle and abrupt,
It takes root in the being.
Sprouting from her hands,
She breathes it in,
And all around, she sees it manifest
Something old,
Something new.
Time that's borrowed,
Days are few.
Stories you've told,
Do meanings hold true?
When I wake tomorrow,
Will I be next to you?
When does truth unfold?
Facebook, Twitter, Instagram.
144 characters
Is that enough space to cram,
Your fears, Your lies?
That tear in your eye?
What happened today,
becomes a post.
And the winner is,
Many different people like lots of different things.
Some like fame or TV
Others like rain when it goes
drip
drip
drop
down on your window.
But me?
I love words.
Through the lens, you see is a smiling girl.
On the screen, she stares back at you with glistening green eyes.
Everything about her screams "happy!"
Everything you read makes you smile,
I treasure my heart
It's my beating conscience
It tells me the rght path to pick at the crossroads of my life-
I know America
I can speak it
But not sing it
For I sing unusually
In a separate language
“Mi vida Americana”
You were a bird
Free, fragile
He was a vulture
Cruel, devious
You were a storm
Somber, dark
Behind the filter I am Sylvia.
Behind the likes and "thumbs up" I am Lucy.
Before the mascara I am a daughter.
Named by my free spirited parents'
Name sake of shimmering light in the forest.
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.
I slouch too much
For my own good
Tell me to stand straight
I know I should
I have nothing to be ashamed of
Yet I act like I do
I should listen more
Try and stand true.
Being alone left to think is a scary, scary thing.
The silence in my head is painfully loud.
Each cluttered thought makes its own sound.
All the noise from my brain makes my ears ring.
I am the future
I am a leader
I can contribute to changing the world
It starts with me, with you and I together
What is human existence?Is it to pronounce our unfathomable desires in a rush of uncertainty?
Ah how did I get here?
My curiosity has awakened.
I don’t have many qualities,
But don’t shed a tear.
For I love myself,
I have never-ending curiosity,
And I always fulfill it without any fear.
I was made like this;
created by a higher power, who took much of her or his time
to make sure she or he got all of this right.
why cant i be enough, turned asied like a stray i cry why arent i enough. he stands over me tall with hes head held high no hesitation just pride.
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.
I am just Me.
I have stretch marks.
I have scars.
I have cuts.
I have demons.
I have lost.
I have bruises.
I have acne.
I have fat.
I have weird birthmarks.
I am flawless.
I am so flawless...you could say that I am lawless.
My feet sweep the streets and keep the people who act aweless.
From being in my presence.
She stands looking in the mirror
and what does she see ?
what she appears
to be
a young woman of faith
filled with promises from above
Her flaws run deep
yet she is washed clean
For as long as I can remember,
my best friend was me.
Until I started to turn on myself,
feeling trapped rather than free.
I felt ugly and worthless
inside and out.
Being stuck in my head
Sometimes I'll lie awake at night thinking of everything and nothing all at once
(Another sleepless night)
And every time, a thought will cross my mind
(Never welcomed)
And I become sad
First we need open minds that could in brace new things, second peace with our inter self and with everything in the cosmos and finally a love for everyone
I am a mirror.
I reflect the look of others.
Even with no influence
I am never blank.
Elusive, colorless, sharp
I sit there and stare
until one day I shatter
Everything just seems really fragile
The sophistication of a thought virus
That erupted in my soul
When I look in the mirror at myself I see deeper than what's my image on the surface, When I look in my reflection I am the rain and the sun nothing that can be easily undone, Most see sunshine and a halo in my reflection because I can do nothing
I wake up every morning standing in front of a mirror,
I take on the habit of wasting time on adding a mask that only seems to be acceptable to society.
Waking up day by day,
slowly trying to take the stress away
Days going time by time,
When I read this and when you do too, you will think... How can I be so stupid to not be able to control this feeling
Flawless
My words are flawless.
My mind is far from perfect
And my spelling is atrocious
I studder and i stumble,
But my words.
My words have never failed me.
Burn into the color of a sunset,Painfully bright in the white of every color,Standing out against the snowy day of Impressionable blissful drift of Flakes; catching gently upon his head,
It's a journey all the life...
Sometimes for wisdom,
Sometimes for bliss,
Whoever any where I meet,
There is something they have to teach,
Positive or negative both give teachings,
I wake up to a sea of white.
Is this what society is preparing me for?
Being marginalized as "that black girl".
I expected more.
Perhaps my standards were too high,
It is so Tremendously unbelieveble
how one can kill for paper
imagine how such simple thing is fougth for
when it can be destroyed so easily
it is weigthless yet again careless
it is not bloodless
people will never recognized a simple girl.
who is like other girls, simple as a paper flower.
who really is nothing compare to the real flowers.
whose color and petals are different from others.
Inside my head
A universe lies
Galaxies far and wide
Farther than can be seen by the eyes.
A planet for my nightmares
A place I never go
All things terrifying in this
Dumping ground, this hole.
Tuve un vistazo del cielo
Exhalo un gran exhalación
Un aleteo en mi pecho
El mano en el muelle y empujón
Abandonment... Insecurity
Self-doubt
Has paved roads
Created an army
Constructed a masterpiece.
Instead of trapping
Caging
My conscience
It's built and mustered forth courage
My home got taken at a young age.
I was catapulted into a state of rage,
A state far away from any one
I've ever known.
Loneliness was my only friend.
I did my best to try and pretend
Expressing how I feel
sometimes confuse me a great deal
Can I understand myself?
Or better yet can you?
I dont always say what I feel
But when I do I keep it real
Anywhere any place
Work hard and when that is not enough work harder,
Work until your flaws fade to black,
Work until people stand up and take notice,
I hide behind a silver cross that hangs from my neck,
My grandmother’s,
Because here atheism is a shameful word.
But it’s true, I don’t believe in God.
I don’t believe things are “meant to be,”
Some people hide behind a curtain,
But I wear a mask.
My mask needed no purchase,
It came with my costume of skin,
and can not be recieved via pay pal nor cash.
I wear this mask every day
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.
For a second,People laughFor a second,People shoutFor a second,People cryFor a moment,There is peaceFor a moment,There's a songFor a moment,
Who is that girl with that frizzy,curly hair?
Well that's me that looks impefectly,
No need to dress up or try to impress,
As everybody knows, I am different from the rest,
From my long toes to my big nose,
She smelled like wet roses
With the weight of her words
Heavier than golden kisses.
In a pocket full of ashes,
We danced naked in vineyards.
She smelled like wet roses.
Taking subtle breaths,
I glance both ways
and take two steps ahead.
Away from the threads
that bind me, I push on
toward the verge.
Sleeves and wishes
Play Pretend
Imagine:
There is a girl standing by herself, observing her features and physical characteristics in a mirror.
Started my day before sunrise
Started my day after noontide
Started my day at witching hour
16 or 12 hours, all shifts I devour
Started my day with sarcastic smiles
I love my dimples
I love bellowing laughter
I love being loud.
I love violin
I loe making punny jokes
I love seeing smiles.
I love uniqueness
Because I am not like you
Like olive oil,
The first press is the best.
It is pure, unrefined.
It is the true essence of the olive.
Like chicken,
The more you process it,
The worse it gets.
The world is a swirling ball of chaos
So many people
Rushing about
Not looking up from their job
Remaining blind
Ignoreing the crying child
The lonely man
The woman with bruises
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.
Nobody said anything.
And in that nothing,
I felt everything.
could you hear it?
or could you tell
the silence near it
Hid it well.
they came into the house,
the one abandoned for years,
English is a language far too complex,
Ordinary man or scholar it will perplex.
It seems nothing will translate directly,
Because it cannot be expressed correctly.
You are quickly blinded by light,
as your ears are blasted by noise.
It even dazzles during the night,
and captures you in its joys'.
The city never sleeps,
as Frank Sinatra once said.
Welcome to western society.
The civilized man.
The one with the answers
The reason we stand
The reason we fight. .
The reason we judge others and assume we are right.
I am me and no one else;
A cluster of stars,
Made of gentle fish kisses,
Covering my flesh,
With tender softness.
My eyes reflect the moon,
From the moment I walk into the door,
Up runs a familiar face.
Huge chocolate eyes open wide and a mouth open even wider,
A small rosy tounge drips with excitement.
The only sounds to be heard are
What uplifts me?
Such a simple question
But difficult to answer
What does it mean?
"What inspires me?
My love for fashion wildly grows,
For everytime I walk into a store
I cannot help, but buy more clothes;
I shop, and shop until I snore.
Blouses, skirts, and pants alike,
Trudging my feet across the street
Waiting underneath a foggy, humid sky,
Yet again, the bus is late.
An hour long ride from my home to school
Foreign music blasting my eardrums
Your eyes Benjamin, why do they droop?
Why new quarter, do you feel like plastic?
Why, paper dollar, are you so thin? What makes you valuable?
Money.
We kill trees for corporate needs.
A feeling is awakened in your soul
Somewhere only music can reach
A swelling in your heart
A tingle all over
Emotion rushing over you
Peace, sadness, anger, happiness
Beauty in the form of emotion.
Little things are my happiness and joy. Like the way a pencil dances across a blank piece of parchment, the way a large group of people can harmonize with each other. Even something as little as earning the A-B honor roll.
Preceeded not once by a warning sign, and prior experience forgotten, a crush
Is discovered when one spots The One and their heart abruptly pulls the brakes.
All of a sudden a sensation of falling,
Oda a La Danza
Una Memoria Bella
Danza, danza, danza
Hay mucha vida en sólo una palabra
Vida les da a los bailarines
O, danza danza danza
its a cover
its a page
its a hand with a pen
its a rainbow
Its a sky
its the waves And the sand
its hopefull it inspires
its what i love
Its happiness.. its mine
Uplifting?
You want to hear about
Something uplifting?
That's something
That's supposed to
Make you feel good, make
You dietarily regular, make you
Want to eat yogurt and dance on
What makes me smile?
Well that's a funny question,
For the things worthwhile,
To me at least,
Are simply a facial expression.
A sparkle in the eye,
Lure them in with your evanescent gleam.
Bind them into your eternal paradise.
Throw their hypnotic nothings to the wind.
Craft velvet wings from jewels.
Your primrose shimmer must never dull.
To those who died, for the things you believed
Do you think the world, has gown from your seed
Has the tree expanded, to its furthest height
Becoming overgrown, even disppearing from sight
I said i'm going to rise to the top of the mountain....wait wait wait...
I said I'm going to rise to the top of the mountain.
Stand on this stage declaring my Name,say.
Because I am a king, ayee.
Donuts
I don't mind if my studies whirl me through space and time,
Time, the dime that pays for our studies, our crimes,
The buddies, the lines, defined in our minds,
When all is gone I will always have my factory. Her gears twist and turn and shout out with the clank of imagination as plates drop from one machine to the next, proving that it was worth the stretch to the next step.
The day you left,
Marked a day where a part of me was gone.
When your spirit left your body,
It took a part of me with you.
I was in despair,
Yearning for the days that you come back,
The thing that makes me happy is out of the norm,
it doesn't have a specific shape or form.
It can open wide, or it can stay shut.
Watching it spin is more than enough,
I love the way it shines in the light.
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Great in battle, the strongest warrior- I am that I am.
Loving and merciful, grateful and beautiful- I am that I am.
The one who is, was and is to come, Elshaddai, Emmanuel- I am that I am.
The coming of freedomThe trails ablaze from our stepsLighting the spark to our final showdownRefuse again, the cries of defeatCome, let us get up again on our feet
I own my daysWeekdays? I got this. I succeed.But it's on Saturday and Sunday that I feedMy soul.I do what makes me happy.I live my life the right way, but my wayWhen I do chores, it's still play
Wherever I am,
As long as I’m out,
Over the blue waters I go
To catch some trout.
But never after a full moon.
That’s when they have their feasts.
With the moonlight shining over the water,
As soon as the rays of the sun hit my eyes
A smile lines my face because I know it is a new day
As soon as my feet touch the ground
The fresh air moves my hair
Twisted and tangelled I think I fell out of the skiy.
Red flesh kept mangeled, is not how humans feel alive.
To live and feel life where the sorrow and anger has been.
Was written like a map in my layers of skin.
I want you to write me
A poem and serenade me
Like bygone days
I will wake up with snow
Reflecting blue on white ceiling
And hear your rough voice
Happiness can be considered as different things
People find the joy in money
Others find it in drinking
But my happines is laughter
I never knew that a smile from someone can make your day
Hello, you there!
With the two eyes and feet,
With a mouth so red,
Looking so clueless and in defeat.
What are you, there?
With the mystic sorrow gaze,
Appearing so solemn,
A white porcelain doll,
Is never hidden in fear,
She is never covered in regret,
But she has something I love,
The power: To forget...
No mind to consume her time,
No passion to lust for,
Hey dude, its your birthday today,
You are still so small but you think like a giant wall,
The days we spent together,
all that stuf in library,
for me its all about memories,
today i take stand,
Look into my eyes and you will see,
the different side there is to me.
Secrets that I've hidden so long that I sometimes forget,
all the lies he told me, and all of this regret.
Look into my soul and you will feel,
My Eyes Are The Seers Of Treasure,
Among The Limbs When I Dream Of Leasure,
The Brain Is Wealth,
As A Thieve Is To Stealth,
The Future Is For The Dreamers,
I look too serious, call me deliriousI am too quiet, but they never seem to defy itI seem too angry, can you really blame me?
Because I am in a world
Where love and peace no longer exist,
you can act like you're my friend
but we both remember the end
let's stop pretending it's alright
Is it all there?Some think there isSome think there isn'tTruth is, nobody knowsIt's so simpleBut so complexHe loves sports,She loves music,They love science,
We all have our preferences
You and I, he and she
From our individual tastes
In food, friends, music, coffee
Friends may say or speak
In ways that influence us
Though, the result be bleak
Criticize me. Brother.
For we are not the same.
Keep that hatred pouring outward,
Because, you are not to blame.
You see things in black and white,
For you know not much more.
I don't want to tell you how much you mean
Meant
Mean
Meant
Mean
Median
Mode
To me.
I wish to not reveal how lost I become around
Within
I was in a jar
No hands could untwist my lid
Trapped.
I was in a car
No hands could break glass
Save me
I was in a house
No hands could crack through
I laid with you in a field
A field full of memories
green
This is the field I have run through half naked
Peed on trees
Played loads of games.
But on this night
Sleeplessness encapsulates my thoughts
Riddles holes into confident
Tarps
Roofing
Windbreakers
Breaking wind all over my
Overjoyed
Overstimulated
This earth is being attacked by what we produce
And we live as if there is nothing wrong
What makes me happy is my ability to overcome, I thank god everyday for making me as strong of a person as I am and being able to fight through the hard times to find that ending light.
the Stars make me happy.
the Way they’ve lived an eternity
evolving, but not changing.
Those Negro Boys
Now you see,
I know something about them Negro boys,
The ones who don’t do nothing but sell weed and drugs,
Blue waters and sandy beaches
Pudding and diced peaches
make summers so cool
sun bathing by the pool.
No need to worry
nor scramble for books
finish papers in a hurry
I write for myself
a girl who's perceived as
small, quiet, and has nothing to say.
i write for myself
because I too have thoughts,
thoughts that stayed unspoken,
waiting their turn
Sitting on the beach
Hearing the waves crash against the sand
Feeling the sand betwee my toes
Wrapped in the arms of the ocean and feeling save being around the ocean
Being surrounded by the waves and the sun
By chord or page
by leap or stroke
by chisel or chainsaw
creation is done.
Process,
more or less
can impact success.
Chord by chord
notes bring melody
Why do we wake up?
Humans are evil .
Humans are dumb.
Humans can think yes.
But only of what suits them best.
Humans walk beside the rest of us.
Forgetting they are the rest of us
I've never been an optimistic person.
To me, the glass was always half empty;
The sky always gray,
Lately I've been having so much trouble forming coherent sentences, and I thought maybe it had to do something with you.
Everybody loves a girl that is confident.
Everybody loves a girl that is beautiful.
By the efforts of two and the stomach of one, you were given the gift of life
With expectations that your birth would bring their trying life a new light
Why her? Why me?
Why does she feel like the whole world is out to get her?
Feeling like no one wants to see her succeed or follow her dreams.
But she loves so hard that she wants to see everyone make it in life.
There once was a girl I met
Was the best girl out there yet
From bein’ together
To barely ever
Someon’ else got who I didn’t get
Antonia
We remember
I remember
Our childhood
Had its pros and cons
We’re adults now
All grown up
It’s crazy how time flies
The few moments I spend with you now
Let me tell you my friend, she was special
Not that I could’ve chosen from several
But she was my favorite out of the rest
We became close, on the journey out west
Antonia was my best childhood friend
You think you know what I'm all about,
you see me walk, you see me talk.
You see the way I care for others,
The world is a dark place
All people are bad
Never trust anyone
We hide behind a mask
Darkness is within us
We must better ourselves
Negativity is dangerous
Light can brighten our soul
She was a sad girl
Although, no tears fell from her eyes.
Her sadness was hidden
Her smile full of lies.
She had so many dreams
Can you feel my heart beat
Out under the moonlight
Can you see the Horizon
As the sun begins to rise
Can you Feel this love
Right here you and I
Can you be my one and only
Can you be my forever
Not a curtain, not a shell, not a wall, but a heart
It’s not about coming out; it’s about coming in
The special about ones personality it’s that’s unique
Growing up is tough, rough, but I''m learning a bunch.
About Who I am, Who I want to be, and all the new people I meet.
Sometimes I wish my life would all slow down,
I'm becoming a Junior in High School
You saved my life.
I was slowly killing myself.
One slash at a time.
But now I am on my way to recovery. You standing by my side, what could be better?
Captivated I feelwith a whirlwind of nothingambitious to leavebut can't
A girl with a dreambut just dreamin' it seemsnothing farther than that
There will always be a tree
alive or dead
to climb or to sit under
feed it and water it
growing and growing
it gives its life for us
to have warmth and coziness
there will always be a tree
You said to me, "I am Lost"
So I etched the constellations
in every freckled part of my skin,
so you would always know where you came from
when you traced your fingers across my hips.
are the shadows chasing me or are they my slave?
if i can trap darkness what does that make me?
just the same as you.
asking questions to improve on another persons point of view.
tell the truth but tell it false
success in obfuscation lies
for truth makes wintry ill the spring
and sickly pale our green delight;
like pleasant sleep to children
Lately,
I’ve been writing to feel more human.
I’ve been writing to feel closer to humanity.
These days I’ve been feeling like a mere pebble
Lost in a tragically made rock garden
They aren't just scars
They are demons
I fought at 00:00
They are my insecurities
My deepest fear
And my lonely nights
They are my insults
I have recieved and the
Emotion I can't contain
We see him walking down the empty streets
He looks just like us, 2 hands and 2 feet.
Maybe he's strong, or, maybe he's weak
But no matter what, people call him a freak
There's one thing they're thinking:
fear i once heard of.
it could damage your life
it could bring you down
it could hinder your mind
fear is not from God it from the devil
Fear distract you from your blessing
fear causes to give up
The darkness is taking over my thoughts,
I try to escape, but I can't.
I'm drowning in a pool of my own madness.
I can't seem to keep my head above water.
No matter how hard I swim,
If you see her today and you love her today like you did yesterday then tell her because tomorrow she will be 2,000 miles away and the next
Having a new life is like finding
love at first sight.
being change is like allowing
yourself to in a hand that
would never fail you.
as my life go on daily i gain more strength
I find myself staying up late at night
No end to my destructive worries.
Jumping from one topic to another in my racing mind.
forgiveness is like releasing guilt and hatred in and out your life.sometime forgiveness is a really hard to deal with.you have all type of memorie that hinders your mind.
We all want to be loved
But what is love if we're all blind
Not able to see their mistakes
We think our partner is perfect
I guess we're just too kind
We don't umderstand why
A poem from my future serving as a past and present reference:
Life in its many stages represents various shades.
You know what? You are absolutely right.
I'm not the skinniest, thickest, apart of the group of five stars, dimes, and bad bitches
I am a real woman
I have a secret identity
I don't want others to see
You need a key
To set me free
I have a big weakness
I can't love myself
I have my uniqueness
But is there anything else?
I have a dry ass reality
A reality filled with corridors
And cobwebs
of unrequited dreams
I’m within a dimension
That I can’t fathom
Unsatisfactory
Dissatisfied
Putting on of my hands
I walk a lonely road in the dark
Filled with thorns and thisles
I hear music, see a small light
I am wearing tattered old ripped blue jeans
I am cold
What can you do when you can't take it no more
Like there no place for you to be
Everyone has attack you in so many
Ever since 3rd grade I was changed for life
The though of failing a grade was a nightmare
It brings chills to my skin just thinking about it
I don't want to be alone
but be apart of something where people can except me for me
Be yourself when some ones looking
be yourself even when no ones looking
Don't stop being yourself from rejections you might get in your heart
We long to be accepted
Whether by society, the media, or family
I scream out loud but nothing comes out
I am a human, I am my own being
I do not conform to what society wants
Our E.T (Ending Truth)
We are not the only ones,
That’s selfish to think so,
Billions of planets,
Theres days when I fall and can't get back up
only to find a solution for me finding my balance again
The countdown of it all.
Months passes into weeks into days.
My mind has been circulating on this for years.
The time has come.
New school, new friends, new enemies.
The struggles that seem to always fall, no matter whether they are BIG or small. Struggles always seems to find my way.
I hide files of myself into steel vaults
keeping the code to myself
not letting anyone else see
who I am
and what I hide
But only what I pretend to be
In all these years
I still have not come
dad
2 daddy your my superhero
3 daddy mommy said i am not aloud to let peeople touch me there
4 momy where is daddy
It's a whirlwind, you feel like you no longer are in control of your heart because you gave it away unintentionally. It feels like constant emotion of happiness and want.
Are you the person who seats in the back of the class and when someone calls on you
everyone looks back and ask whose that
The reason for my anger is that I'm frustrated
that no one seems to take the time and listen
to many opinions but no real facts
I prayed that I was dreaming
When I saw that big wave
The water was not normal
But as dark as a cave
It was full of weird greens and reds and blacks
I’m confused in this world.
My Parents tell me one thing
And my friends tell me another.
I watch all the movies.
I thought what I was feeling was real.
What happened to love, live life.
It would be blissful to feel your presence as I walk across the stage,
It is quite a shame you could not watch me become a better man the older I age,
The persistance to fight through agony and reject all the blasphemy,
I wonder to myself how you are still here
When thinking of you made me shed tears
Knowing that you might fade away
Wanting you to stay
But then light appears
Brightening the atmosphere
There is nothing like being thirsty.
If you haven't been, I couldn't tell you.
First you salivate
You start to fantasize about cold springs,
surrounded by bees and little flowers.
Teardrops form my outer surface-a flowing stream on a stormy night
Levels of loneliness build layers into my inner surface
Your soft delicate lips mouthing my name
Reach through the crack above your horizons.
Breathe the mellow flower that sprinkle beauty upon your arrival.
Oh soul speak through me so that I touch thee young children in abundant ways
I write to worship Jesus
These poems are my praises
And through these written words
My reverence raises.
In the midst of moments,
constantly transitioning from one to the other,
we struggle to grip onto time.
Past, future,
simply living in the present.
Loosing our footing on the ground we call home.
Chewing nails over broken wishbones.
Wrapping your reflexes around the pills you couldnt swallow.
Discovering how little we rely on ourselfs.
I hide my true self
To protect myself from society.
My outgoing personality hides behind the curtain by itself
And I act lie a shy girl in entirety.
I live for the fame, the dreams, and all the greens
I sing from the top of my lungs but no one hears me
I put on disguises and act around the house but no one sees me
That morning I woke up alone. I was surprised there was no "Steve Harvey" Morning Show on the radio playing amongst the morning presense. No "Strawbwerry Letter" with laughter in the background. It was quie
Life is like a beach, until you've been down to the river
Forced in through the currents, just to see if you're a swimmer
Just open up your eyes, and see the world is being withered
As I ruminate over everything my parents had done for me
I declare in my thought, before it slips, it gets caught
I will repay them back for the hardwork they did so I can be here, now
Life, with its joyous song, is ever bright.
The symphony is rich and full and strong.
It plays in the summer’s resplendent light,
While birds are chirping their resounding song.
A young, unknowing, motherless child
Is raised by her father, is unladylike and wild.
She plays outside in overalls,
Until dinner is ready, and Calpurnia calls.
She’s old enough now and goes to school,
I open my eyes to the vast, glorious sight of the ocean.
The seemingly impenetrable, endless blanket of water stretches on and on,
And the waves ripple in a calm, soothing motion.
I ate a bug this morning, by accident.
I suppose it will be my new inhabitant.
I do wonder, while crawling through my body, what it will find.
Will it lurk in my mouth or creep through my mind?
Who am I?
I ask myself this question repeatedly
An Asylum within my mind
Every room holds some secrecy
Who am I?
The temperature was high above normal,eyes staring through the top of a portal,Immortal,His soul burned deep,Sweat from the tip of his nose,
Life is like a puzzle-- five or six puzzles
Thrown on the floor, the pieces mixed in a whirlpool of peanut butter and swiss cheese
It's confusing as shit
Grammar-- It's more confusing than shit.
Sitting in a dusky room all by herself
The words repeatedly playing in her head “it will be as if I never existed”
She curls up in a ball trying to pull herself together
Could it be
That what needs to change
Is the fear of change?
When change is abundant it dies
For it becomes an indefinite routine
But what is change if we do it consistently?
I once knew light
it smiled from every corner of the world
it shuttered hopes of happiness
I once felt light
it caressesed my empty soul
made love to a painful heart
I once knew light
Yes
I am that girl
who thought she was everybody
through her infinity scarves and trending combat boots
but really in combat with her inner emotions
the conflicting feelings she thinks no one can comprehend
You are the music of my heart,
Each beat mistaken for a murmur,
By every tone-deaf stethoscope,
But I hear the melody.
Your tuning harmonizes with mine,
Making the very scales jealous,
Hiding in the hallwaysSo no one can see me
Hiding in the hallways But I am who I see
Hiding in the hallwaysA person with no confidenceHiding in the halIwaysis what you made me
I want to be a poet
Write words that people never thought of
Grace the world with ideas that don't come to mind
Question the arts of love
and happiness
Push the notion of pain
You closed the door in my face when I needed an umbrella
you left me in the rain to wash away
Looking at the mirror what do I see a MONSTER. A person so evil, hopeless, hateful,thoughtless, and weak. A person with a mask she reveal only though the nightmares that creeps though her mind.
I trudge through the swamp
Bones aching
Muscles screaming
Drowning in murky waters
Lost among millions.
Take this way to freedom, they chant
Turn your foot to the right.
My ankles snap
What have I done? The person I loved…cold, limp, and lifeless…is before me. The person I loved is calling out for help… no one can hear… I took no action. I watched the person I loved… die before my eyes. I look at my arms… splattered with bl
Look at me and tell me what you see.
A young black educated male is what I hope you perceive me to be.
I have God beside me, my parents behind me and my family around me and I’m going to strive to be all that I can be.
Blind Ambition
Keeps me wishin'
I had someone like You
Orange burst
of passion
Purple mist
Dear No One,
There is a tale told that ends happily.
This tale is told with a smile and bright happy eyes.
Dear No One,
There is a tale told of darkness,
this told with many betrayals and lies.
I exist within a beat
A moment of synchronized sound.
An instance, determined by an ongoing tempo.
FIRST STANZA:
I bet you feel overwhelmed, full of fear and a tad bit of stress.
It's your freshman year, in a new school and don't know what to expect.
“Can I please have a ride?”
It’s a simple enough question.
But laced with barbed wire.
A huge favor to me
A way for me to work
But an inconvenience to you.
A chore
Can one not speak in verse to the page?
As if it were Darwin instead of David?
The words would flow better,
and not be exagerrated from California to the Atlantic.
We are trapped,
We are lost,
We need to get out,
But we do not know where we are,
We are slaves to the rich,
Lets get on the piss,
Lets charge the gates of gold,
Lets break te chains,
Did you ever really care
Or I am an element forgotten like air.
Did you ever claim me as yours
And outside, life Is cold.
The trees are as bare as my bones are hollow,
and through the chains over my window
I can see the world outside-
Moving.
It's all still moving, without me.
Criss Cross
Knock it off
Save me the pity
Ding Dong
Poof me gone
Plenty of us are broken
Rock, Paper, Scissors, Shoot
Threw my confidence over the moon
Flashing gems mount the noble crown
Dashing passions paint the milky gown
Pulsing plights sound within the hue-ringed hole
Convulsing fashions taint the beautiful soul
Like fire cascading down the mountains .
Setting ablaze he trees.
With the last spot of light to be seen .
Enforcing a relaxed mood in the atmosphere.
After a hard days work
Oh Geez, this breeze, this wind in my soul isn't easy.
The reason for this change of season is beyond my grasp,
just beyond the looking glass.
At times I am estatic, fantastic but delayed,
Maybe I don't have much to write about,
inside my life and me,
I am typical, with standard living,
and a divorced family.
Yes, I probably am very guessable,
That white girl down the street.
White walls.
While I sit on my bed and look around the room,
Wishing I could clean up all my mistakes with a broom,
Wiping my tears knowing I’m going behind bars,
What was my reason for stealing these cars?
The rhythm that moves you,
The words that persuade,
The feelings and emotions
That make you afraid.
Let them all go,
They have nowhere to hide,
They might as well flow,
The movement in the trees,
The falling of the leaves,
The change of this season -
Looks similar to the changes near me
Visually represented,
The world surrounding my being,
to start a letter
no one knows,
this generation
has yet learned
to grow
in love,
or simplicity,
to be
of what used
to be,
Normal
It was being nice and standardizing yourself to fit in
But there she sat in her worn out old navy boot legged jeans
With her eyes on the board and some ink machine in her hand
I’m from the collage of photos above my bed,
And the guitar in the corner.
I’m from piles of books and country music.
Perfection is key and the standards are locked
We are all forced to be birds of the flock.
No sorrow or pain,
No fortunes or gains.
A life where your memories aren't your own
But some broken and cloned.
Time is a fragile elementIt stops for no manEven if it were said he was excellentTime is the part of a bigger plan.
“Hello I am “Purpose” I would like to talk to you. About what you and I are suppose to do. Now listen to me now and do what I say. Now that you and I are on our way to the top of the world to be an important person.
How dare you look at me?
Look at me, like I can’t be me unless me is in the eyes of how you want me to be.
How dare you laugh at me?
When you go to War, paint my face over your heart when you go out to battle so our enemy knows you have something worth living for --someone waiting at home for you.
The Revolution Will not be Televised.
Hope will not be energized
transportation vacation out side of reality within a box that encases me sound proof aloof in the space that embraces me
This is not a poem
Because I am not a poet
A poet is a blacksmith who can craft my soul into words
A line into something I feel
A poet dips their pen into the inky darkness of the night sky
Green shirt, greener eyes
He walks in the room and it's no surprise
The life of the party
That smile?
It could save me
A voice that could drown out all the rest
From the ashes, we rise like Kings.
From our fallen blood, we learn to grow limbs.
WIth each broken brick we build a home.
Our fate is made in our blood and stone.
You may take our bodies,
You know when you meet that someone
That someone that makes your heart skip a beat every time you see them.
No matter how long you've known them or have been around them they still make you nervous.
Helen Fisher says it is not an emotion.
It is a need,
It is a hunger,
It is air.
And yet so pathetic it seems,
That such a sore which cannot be seen,
Can possibly still be there.
The Pen moves,
The Paper takes the ink.
Silence,
But the scratching makes me think.
The air is thick with the smell of nervous thoughts,
Rushed paragraphs,
Crossed out and redone.
Not many know what it feels like to be scared senseless.
To be terrified of a person so much it leaves you breathless.
To look them in the eye after they leave you black and blue.
Working diligently...
Alone...
(humming loudly to myself)
POUNDING LOUDLY AT THE PIANO!
I leave my solitude for a moment to get some water.
(All the while, symphonies compose themselves in my head,
It's a lonesome life,but with a flame that entices the soul
To attract others and fight the good fight,
in our hearts, you know you're right.
But what happens when someone takes the keys,
Coming in brisk shadows
Living in the dark corners of my mind
Bringing light into my world
As you take me away
Pushing the sails with your gentle hands
While thrusting the tides with your warm air
Most of the time
We try to look at someone else's eye's
Try to understand through their covered lies
But what we do not realize
Viens throb from shameless drugs that mezmorize
When their mama cries
Being heard is a lie.
Children get scoulded for asking "why?"
In this nation we are silenced
By the people who are supposed to be our guidence.
We are herded like sheep,
Heavy expectation,
brings on mental exacerbation,
searching for demonstrations,
to lead this tired wayward nation,
Brought on by many cases,
of tasteful vs. tasteless,
Broccoli
Peanut Butter
Won't my mother be quiet
Be right back gotta go help her
She actually said never mind as i walked over.
Typical.
Whenever a person gets mad at another
You are my heart and serenity;
Your smile gives me hope, Your hugs give me warmth;
I can imagine being with you for eternity,
When I'm with you I feel way up North,
Needless To Say,
You're beautiful in every way
Your fingernails tear through my flesh as we spin through dead air,
my arm clenched around your neck for life,
Your blood boils just as mine,
and when the pressure is released,
I don’t understand why you can’t see
Sometimes I need to do things for me
Not for you or for your family
Just me me me me!
It’s not selfish to work on myself
I have to admit, that sometimes I need some help
There is a smell that gets the machinery whirring,
one like candy, sex, or soft, glittering lights
minimalist piano with a few rough throated strings
that makes the mind swoon momentarily
Oh the anguish I feel in my spine
Everytime you tell me "You do as I say".
Yes, I was in your belly for nine months it seems,
But am I your puppet that you can control as you please?
-Dreamers are dreamers, we all dream of something
-Some dreamers are "fake-believers", and those become "unachievers"
-To find what drives you, and imbrace it, is actually living the "dream"
I need someone who will be there for me.
A person who is not afraid to get down on their knees.
A character who will be a hero and not a villain.
Someone who can make my life thrilling.
Can anyone be that person?
Loneliness is like an abyss
A world filled with endless darkness
A place where light is consumed
The heart trembles because darkness laughs
It shivers because the shadows devours the soul
Society, is it purely what we seeit is the reason my father left mewent to prison, and remarried
I live in a land where the flag speaks red
A red that gives pride and shelter until my end
Yet to my Friends red Bends to displaying the Bloodshed
Of their countries
Living through the darkness of the dead
Your lips are mouthing words, and I know you’re pleading
The same lips that filled my dreams and lifted my spirit
Filled with the same breath and voice that I planned to follow the rest of my life
The trial i must follow
the legacy i must keep
the track i must maintain
my own path
is where i wanna follow
not the legends of yester-years
not the model’s of the present
You never hit
Wetness like stripes fall
Drip into regret
You never yelled at me,
Gasping air, the thud of the wall.
Memories are set.
You never lied to me
“I lay in the tub with blades and blood;
and there they found me”, he said.
This man, this man whom I have loved.
His pain. It is now apart of my pain.
You hold me close and say, "Don't fret.""It's okay, I will soon forget".I know the words are only in my mind,But somehow this connection we have; it speaks to me.
Fleeting lights like fireflies brighten the darkness
With hissing booms set to destruction
The ship at edge to heighten, Woes.
We cry for we are lost.
In a world that does not want us.
1. Inside something: the coldness within her heart the multitude of thoughts within her head saying she’s not worth living within her wrecked, smashed, bleeding body.
What's the reason for all this madness
All these pensive thoughts
And there's no reason for this sadness
I feel as if the world is turning in my thoughts and my brain is the axis
She waits there waiting for the time she has been waiting for, to be forgotten was not her choice from every point of view she has been with a smile that never disappears.
Who am I? Why am I here? What should I strive for?
How will I know when I’ve achieved success?
This darkened hour pulls upon the deep scars. Hidden in plain sight, the smiles seem to cover the pain.
Walking up sorely and tired,
Not because I was beaten but because I peservered;
Chest high and admired,
Not by others but by myself revered.
Trying to move pass old pains,
Your baby hand:
so strong, s small.
Your fragile head;
I won't let you fall.
Your eyes are closed,
and you're asleep;
yet you are perfect
from hair to feet.
I am from a small city with BIG DREAMS.
I am from lost faith and lost hope.
I am from pot heads and crack feens.
An escalation of emotion is not relevant in every situation you may face.
The sight of letters on a page,
makes me cringe and want to escape.
Even though we are often told,
that writing comes from the soul.
The smoke creeps perfect ‘neath and ‘round each hearse,
as liquid darkness consumes the light over all the Earth.
Bodies lay everywhere dead lifeless to noise and sound, to
When I'm lonely like this
I am missing you dear
I thinnk of your face, but
you dont miss me, thats clear
You made this fool's gold
feel like diamonds
but now I'm a fool in the cold
I've got a confession to make
I lost myself….
I lost myself in trying to hold on to someone
Who didn't care about losing me
My parents bar me from anything I truly want.
I can’t stay on the computer past 10 o’clock.
At school, people get picked on, teachers do nothing,
And many express their hate for anything and everything.
Debt piling, buy a car, join the academy
Be identical to everyone else
Fit in with society's requirements
Or
Find your path, make your dream
Do what makes you happy
Discover you
Tangled webs are woven
by lies and cruel deceit
human hearts are targets
for others mean conceit
He was abused, she was used
they think that it's their fault
there is no fault when hatred
This horse holds spirit rumbling real strong
A loud neigh and a frightful sight, he rears
He is young and unsure of what is right and wrong
Do not be scared dark horse, for i am here.
Staring in the Face of Regret by Averey Respall
Sitting, Waiting, Procrastinating.
Later, After, Then.
This is it.
It's now or never.
Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock
A glimpse at the clock
i’ll tear your touch
right off my skin,
wipe your kiss
off of my lips,
blink away all sights of you,
rip every little
happiness
is a scary thing.
it can be taken
so easily,
ripped away
from your grasp,
snatched away
from your clutch
when you’re already
so comfortable,
so accustomed.
a quiet beach,
golden sand,
and crisp blue waves ;
it seems to be
the perfect place.
you set down your towel,
put on your sunscreen.
you never knew life
could be so serene.
We are stuck, intertwined, in this riddle we call life,
Full of the dull ache of pain and silent suffering of lonely nights,
Only to wake and start the cycle over again.
i once met an angel
in a devil's disguise.
i could never figure out
why he'd cover his wings
and replace them with
ice-cold shoulders
that stung at the touch,
or why he traded his warm,
If you could only see all the dreams I’ve already given up on
A love of learning, unfortunately can only take you so far
That’s what I learned
Without a place to call to call my own
No house to call my home
Can it be done?
You'll never make it.
What makes you think you're that smart?
Change your major while it's still easy.
Can it be done?
Its been my dream.
All I can see myself doing.
It’s been two years and some odd months
When he passes and asks what I’m doing
“Nothing”
Really, I’m talking to him.
I smile when he talks to me
His eyes are deceived again
I'm losing my mind it's three in the morning and my mind is starting to unwind,
I'm going on auto drive and everything is so intensified,
I stare in envy at the school children around me
This silence a curse I bear to keep
I want to whisper
I want to scream
I want to shout
I want to be
But my words refuse to leave
Pounding heart, beads of sweat. Obscene memories one can't forget. Uncontrollable fears, a constructed dam to hold back tears.
Electricity and power and thoughts inside
Music, and wonder and time
It’s just a glimpse inside my mind
Worry and hope and tears I’ll cry
Happiness and running and learning to fly
Silly little girl, quit your dreaming
This world is not for you.
The tide is crashing in again,
The lies all scream they’re true
The way your handscaress my waistmakes my heartbegin to race.The touch of your lips,so soft and smooth,makes me neverwant to move.The sound of your voice,so gentle and sweet,
I write because it is my tactic of escape
From this cold world filled with violence and rape
Who am I?
Am I the person you see right in front of you?
Am I the person you hear people talking about?
Am I the person crying out for attention?
Am I the person who needs your approval on who I am?
Is she really what she seems?
Tall, Skinny and Slick
She walks on our command
And sits down when we do not need her
Hope for the best,
Plan for the worst,
End up somewhere in the middle.
My life it seems
Is nothing more than a riddle.
A web of words,
With no meaning,
Causing joy, sadness,
In the beginning,
there is frustration.
Faith is weak,
as you find no peace to keep diligent.
In the beginning,
there is exhaustion.
Life is tearing at your priorities,
Lost.
Drifting absently through a void, separating my adolescence from my truth.
Fear snaps me out of my reverie.
If I had the power to change one thing, it would be this:
I would change a characteristic many people have, and that is ignorance.
For we live our lives in a way that best suits us
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,
We are at an UNREST!
The darkness of the neighborhood comes out consuming our best.
It is like a parasite,
The evil come even when it isn't night.
It is trying to convince others that its okay to be bad,
Via Red, White, and Everlasting Blue
Flapping wings
It plays in games
Side to side
So it says
Sunshine over Time
Glow from there
Stand right here
Let the world
Find your light
Two of Two; Brothers beyond the End
Identical in image
Unique in minds
Connected beyond comprehension
Unbroken
Malleable in heart
Standing charade in form
You test my vigor, yet I remain stolid
Respected and Loved
A friend
A companion till the end
Hold my hand, count to ten
Thick and thin here we go
Grace in Structure
Yielding much ardor
An iron wall of enthrallment
Eyes take refuge in your standings
Appreciated In Past Future
Stolid with rare vigor
Honorable with freed absolution
Rising from the chasm
The swirling winds that-
twist the midnight sky.
The stars luminesce the
night. Like angels-
descending from above,
defending the holy town
from the shadows of
evil that lurk.
The waves of fire,
roll across the sky.
The stained ebony river
flows beneath the bridge,
that bears witness to
a murder. And the
frightened elderly man-
the eyewitness to the
The sun shines down on the beauty that surrounds you
as the currents lose your thoughts
and the winds lift your soul..
Stretched Bands
Grinded to sand,
Softened by oceans,
Brightened by the sunlight,
Being baked ripe.
How does her tongue glaze the pencil
Offering ideas in exchange for perversion
Under the chipped paint
Wood grows
Swells
Into blossoming cities with powerful citizens
Sketched quickly and violently
It's the loudest yet the quietest kindIt's the easy yet the painful timeYou lie on the floor and scream the hardestBut no one hears, no one walks inYou just hold your stomach And cover your mouth
Holy Spirit
creating enlightening
changing the world
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;
Bird, Alien?
Conspiracy, UFO?
Human?!
How long have humans been up there?
Just over a hundred years and its how safe?
The safest, you say?
I want to do that.
We live in a world where we dont need to get to know someone
Cause' we're able to judge.
How many second chances are we given on a day to day basis? Second chances are good, but not when the first chance was lazily wasted. Chances give us opportunites to improve...but at what bitter cost?
Music,
The notes fall off the page
You listen to the beat
The melody that flows
Tap your foot
That’s the groove that you love to listen to
Batcha
The drums go
We survive in a world of consumption
No compassion for the surrounding
How can we agree that we even live
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,
Life is a mystery
full of surprises
You'll never know
what's going to happen
so just live through it.
Count your days
count your blessings
count your mistakes
before your life
You're as clear as glass
and the nastiest mess;
You have different personalities
and about thirty masks;
You guide others throug the dungeon
with nothing to see;
You're heart's darker than ebony
Laying on her bed, full of dreadful tears
"Please stop crying," her son said in dismay.
No one understands her countless fears.
Memories flowed in her mind, thinking about her past years.
The girl in the mirror always wanting to differ.
Wanting to be slim , not wanting to suffer.
But that girl in the mirror, is not really me.
She is of my imagination, what I believe I see.
Goodnight my loves Goodnight for long
To God I hope I'll see you all
To God I'll pray "let me see another day"
To God I hope that the sun will rise and the moon shall fall
And I will be there to experience it all
I never knew what love was like
That was until I met you
How could I forget?
Your smile, your eyes the way you fret
It made me feel like I was invincible.
All that changed one day.
One day I'll make a difference, you see
Stuck and Lazy, stubborn in my own place
But now I claim there's something more to me
I'll come out first in this potential race
The stakes are high but i shall not falter
Crunch!
The salty morsale dives down
With echoed fractures
Closely followed by
The bag crumpling again.
Beep! Beep! Bee-beep!
Our alarm system calls out
Indicating an airy guest
I had never noticed as a child, but she was always there.
Veronica clasped me close, and held me in her stare.
Her fragile reflection pursued me to the broken footsteps of my home.
An outcast laying low, hiding in the shadows of the Earth’s chattering inhabitan
In our society we find issues
Issues that, with some effort, could be corrected
Instead we put our energy into criticizing them
Or we put our energy into passing the blame
A nurse has always been the one thing I wanted to be,
And I will become one to the best of my ability.
To cure, to assist, to heal,
Would make my occupation surreal.
Fear storms through the dark endless skies
Where it seems that land can only exist at night
Where thugs rule the world and parents hide behind doors
Hypocritically stating,"the world is yours"
What would I change?
I would change the world.
I would give everyone a pair of socks
Because nobody needs to get cold feet.
I would make everyone a blanket fort
To keep warm their hearts.
If I could take a pen,
And make the world understand,
I would,
Paint a picture of peace,
Clarity among the people.
I would make them all read,
Open their minds and see,
The power…
The power to act as one wants…
The power to speak as one wants …
The power to think as one wants …
The state…
You can't look at yourself in the mirror anymore
without seeing failure written on your forehead.
You're at an all time low.
The gym, so musty and cool.
The weights clanging against the ground.
The buff guy, I thought “what a tool.”
The hydraulics hissed, and gave out a sigh.
The tap-tap-tap, of feet on the treadmill.
How I try over and over to avoid the enjoyable memories we had together conecting.
Society: Be yourself, but not like that!That’s all I seem to hear.People encourage you to be unique,but blast it on Facebook that you’re weird.This world seems to love to bring you up,
Progress does not come without struggle,that is what my mom would say.So changing the world wouldnt be easy,take it day by day. They teach you God, Family, then Future
He stares at her with eyes full of love,
Like angels watching from above,
She stares right back with eyes full of joy,
Thinking of their baby boy,
16 years old is all they are,
Not yet old enough for a bar,
Today and Tomorrow Not the same now Its like two sides of a coin Heaven and Hell i supposeToday's ride homeTomorrow's pollution stormYet no one seems to botherunless its the order
Change is always around us
Change is everywhere
It happens every day, but sometimes we hardly notice
The temperature, the shape of the clouds, and change even arises from tectonic plate movement.
Don't say you hate your life,
have you ever been on a ride.
Discovered places you've never been to before,
like Alabama, Massachusetts or Ohio.
I though so.
Go on a hike,
or ride a bike.
Below The Heavens
Below the dawn of day
Hear the trumpet
Smooth and vibrant
A sweet melody
A vessel of beacons
Casting a shier light
Brighter than any
Forecasting the oceans
Wobbled by deception
Invisible Knight
Hefting sightless armor
Decorated in gold talons
Your wrath is unmatched
As your peace is unequaled
A Reflection of pure
Brought from mists
Darting away
Flashing my sight
Creasing a smirk
Waving Beauty along the waterline
Proud, splendid, fantastic
Rowing among the brisk waters
Warming the bitter days
Angel you have become
Crystallized in endless beauty
Redefined by life’s challenges
Ascending as more
Passion from heart to heart
Feel hopeful
An open mind
When lights fade
See what I made
One who gave me Love
Delicious and delicate
Fine curves and edges
Perfect imperfections
Her mouth is silent
But her eyes scream for help.
She likes to hide,
Hide away the bruises and marks,
Marks over her body
Her heart covered with scars,
what are the rays that hit our earth
they may be nice, the may be friendly
they feel so warm, and we enjoy
we have been warned, but we want more
the day will come, when its too late
Reading develops the mind.
It controls you and changes you.
Reading a book is an adventure, that all should take a ride on.
Reading an inspirational piece is something that makes you grow.
Tear drops of you
Every shutter
I can only remember
Finding myself so close
To someone who knows
The same pain
The same game
Compatible with me
Someone who can see
A Shadow among the Darkness
Lingering among wood, hear his footsteps move the earth
Tranquil in sound, with transitioning beauty within the nothing
Black light swirls over the endless night
Giving a given gift
Unsolved like a puzzle
A great maze of much
The mystery of time
One with design
Living among prime
Optimistic and bold
Leaving nothing old
A little girl use to laugh at jokes he told her
Even if she didn't understand a word
She use to try to mimic back every joke she learned
Bet he had a ball laughing at all her little failures
(....hi ho.......hi ho....)
(....hi ho.......hi ho....)
It's time
(....hi ho.......hi ho....)
Once again
I have dreams, A nd they all start with "me", The kind of dreams that are bright and colorful and b
Isn't it funny how change is the only thing,that stays the same.If you only stay for the day,My life will change.We are never the same,Even from yesterday,Because in this world,Change is always,
For every child that cries at night,
Rewind back to your own early times,
Every laugh you laughed, every song you sang,
Every child should experience the same.
Do not all children dance joyously, you say?
When I look
at their faces,
Drenched in perfection,
When I flip the pages,
I look into their eyes,
like they're masked in disguise,
they look so ideal,
This cannot be real,
The people squirming
Through each other
Sprinting
Pacing
Chuckling
Weeping
Briefcases in hand
Lunging
For the office
Laptops
Cellphones
Watches
Files
soft and furry
try not to scurry
sizing up a lion
we are not buying
no need to freak
the point is bleak
we live among you
its true
the name you gave us
Poetry is life at its simpliest form,Something the naked eye can't see.It's your Imagination beyond its wildest dreams.From the soul, Not the brain
You?
How true
Are you?
Are you lost?
In a faraway place
Where you conceal
Your true face
Oh what color?
Do you see
Yes
When you see me
Do you see blue?
If anything could come to mind,
a job, the best that I could find,
I'd take my passion- heart and soul,
just to help a family grow.
No matter how much time it takes
late night hours with no sleep,
Every person has different thoughts
On who they want to be
We have been told since day one
that you can be whoever you want to be
At the age of five this makes sense
Giving the world a better place to live,
Imagining the people living in peace,
Viewing the world through each other's eyes,
Enemies no longer exist have hate to give.
We demand.We expect. We desire.
We want to strive. We want to live.
We abuse. We forget. We ignore.
Many suffer for us. We tend to forget them.
We need to stop. We need to help.
An eraser is the greatest weaponmankind could have made.
It absorbs mistakes intorubber skin and gives comfort tothe pencil whom regrets its
Heartbreak lays in bed at night,
While tears stream down her face.
The thoughts run through her head,
as she wonders why he doesn't feel the same,
When all she did was adore him.
cold, crisp air
the night sky, a navy bluefabric
specled with tiny dimonds streatching across the horizon
your chest firm and warm
on my chapped cheek chat presses against it
Hear me out
My love.
The sun rises each morning
To greet you.
Its eternal heat aims to keep
You warm.
Catching Feelings
We are both fishing for each other
But only one of us is willing to get caught,
Up and hooked on to these feelings we have for each other
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt.”
What a load of shit this is.
Clearly, the people who spew this phrase have never faced daggers of words, have they?
Someone once told me that history was useless.
And even though I loved history -
loved it like a child loves her bedtime stories,
falling asleep to dreams of battles and triumphs so long ago,
Will ya look at that pie?
Oh my. Oh my!
Whipped cream piled high.
To die! To die!!
I'm sworn to a diet.
I sigh. I sigh...
With all of my might.
Oh why? Oh why?
Why write a poem
Why not a persuasive essay to convince someone to do something
Why not a thesis to bring a new idea into the world
Why not a nonfiction book to educate
Why not a novel to entertain
Y am i always late with television shows?
& why do I always stall when watching stuff online?
#alwayslate #always missing out
@me why do I do this?
---I don't schedule any time to play.
Sometimes i stop believing,
i just think about it and stop breathing,
i cant take the fact that the things that i lack
are the things that i need
i mean please, please
let me find happiness,love,
Much deeper than flesh
Being myself is complex
Everyday improving my thought process
Life only gives one promise
Can’t tell you where I’m going based off places that I’ve been
I should have never said yes
before I knew it
to the car we went
strapped my seatbelt
innocence
I should have never said yes
as the car's speed inclined
he protested the drive
letting anger decide
I am happy
for her,
She has beauty
and heart,
She deserves it
for sure,
Her soul
is true art,
All those who disagree,
Calm down and
let the girl be.
Screeching
Scratching
Goes the door
Latching its
Latch through
The floor
The pitching
So cruel
To my ears
After all
These years
The door
Still leers
What would you consider calm?
Maybe a tropical palm
Or a vibrant butterfly on an infant’s
Sprouting hair
Yet even a single tulip
Amidst the life that’s bare
Or a teeming cub
Who am I?
Who am I? I know that I am not you but more than this is true
Here is a riddle just for you, so here is what you do—
Read this passage and guess to see who this person just might be.
I am from Picture Frames
From Yankee Candles and febreeze Airspray
I am from the weeds growing under the deck
(tall, green, it tasted like celery)
I am from the Begonia semperflorens
the Gaillardia aristata,
"What's a home?"
What do you call a place
Where you are unconditionally love?
Where you feel completely safe
When your life is really rough?
this child is my slavery and
blessing that has cursed me
a rite to life, robbing me of my gold
too damn selfish to be let go.
born and die by the cradle
Only the age of twelve
Was she
When sold into the commerce of
Sex slavery
Misfortune and injustice are
All she’s ever known
Her purity, untimely taken away
Her own body overthrown
If I suddenly disappeared,
No one would notice..
If I slipped away for a year,
No one would care.
So the point in being here ??
None given.
No point of existing.
No point of living.
I blink.
I watch my breath escape my mouth
as steam,
a ghost leaving the caverns of my soul.
I watch by breath again.
It appears,
disappears,
one moment of distinction before it blends
Ba-bum…Ba-bum
The core
Of my inspirations
Beats
As it demands
To escape its
Cave
Yet it loves
Me
It loves the
Hollow
Box
Wrapped in
Silky, smooth
From childhood’s hour I was not the same
As others were; I did not play games
You’re put into groups of those who are supposed
To shut up and keep their heads down.
You’re asked to “speak up” when spoken to
And when you do without asking
They tell you to “quiet down”
Hiding behind closed doors of broken dreams and promises never lasting
Stuck behind the mirror of reflection
Reminiscing on what ifs and what could have beens
Why can't I leave
My head..
I will write.
I will write even if my hands bleed,
Even if there's no one to read.
I will write even if my fingers break,
Even if there's nothing to create.
Beautiful, truthful words can’t be spoken without being thrown out by others.
This is why I throw all my little, meaningful words into a pretty little box…
They are for no one else to see but me.
Stop! Drop! And Roll! No, that doesn't work for me. I drop, bundle and fall as other start to kick me.Their shoes scratch my head and leave marks on my arms. I dress myelf in long sleeves so that no one can see my harms.
My greatest fear was to drown.
To have my lungs full of water
Simultaneously, living and dying
Until I realized, I'm drowning myself.
Sorrow after sorrow take over my body
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,
When you're
sitting in your kitchen
eating by candlelight to
save money on your
electric bill
When you're
spooning out ramen
from a styrofoam cup
When you're
wearing a shirt
Floating
Hovering above where I want to be
Reality isn't about keeping calm
or carrying on
Reality is fog in a forest
Orange trees swallowed whole
Unaware of what is said or heard
I ran across a tweet yesterday,
"If you're darkskinned, you need to atleast have a pretty face. #TeaLightskinned"
Funny thing is, whites don't even have to be racist anymore, we're doing it for them.
I sit motionlessly, watching the bright rays of light dim over the horizon. I can hear the soothing sound of the waves striking the rocks, and the wet footprints running across the sand.
In and out the pain is unbearable.
In and out the cracks grow bigger and bigger.
In and out.
Deeper and deeper it goes reaching no where.
Pain is restricting.
I made it!Everything that I've been through in life, i found away to almost making it out, after the late nights crying myself to sleep seeing my mom trying to figure out away that we can eat.
there it is, the tapestry
of the impassably steep.
a precipitous rambling through
numb metal music stands or beads with holes
or girls named after states.
the pass is steep. it force feeds nearly every
I take the stage
And my palms are sweating
The bass begins to beat
The light illuminates my skin
As a young girl
I ate bananas
to calm my nerves
Now I think it was all a trick
I am strong and free,
I wonder if society will ever change,
I hear the voices of my past,
One... Two...
I love you and I don't know what to do
Three... Four...
Fear is at my very core and you can't escape this hot war
Five... Six...
I don't have a bag of tricks and I'm sorry, there is no fix
I believe in the precious momentsThe joy in your laughterThe warmth of your touchThe precious smile on your face
They always say what you cant
not what you can
please dont tell me what i cant see
because the vision is clear
clear as stars billion of miles away
i think i'll visit them today
As he watched him
He begins to change
He knew he couldn't be the same man
until he achnolewdged who he was
He wanted to change
change was much more than appearance
Each new face starts to blur
The memories fade; I do not know what will occur
Each new place fills my heart with sorrow
Because I am unaware of what will happen tomorrow
I don’t hate you
I’m not disappointed,
anymore.
My mother warned
I persisted
My mother begged
I pleaded
I learned
she was right
all on my,
own.
And I lay my head on my soft pillow. Silence.Inhale, exhale. I focus on my breath.When my thoughts run off to a distant memory
I am not a stereotype
So leave your uneducated black girl
Fried chicken
And nigga behind
Don’t characterize me by the color of my cashew skin
But instead, take a deeper look with in
When I think of orientation
I dont immediately think education
when we think of excitement
Camp crimson is synonymous
we are sooner born sooner bred
hundred tiny white shells at my feet,
I have to tred carefully.
Suddenly they crack,
and I'm falling.
What happened?!
Did I do something wrong?!
Down a hole where nobody goes,
Evil Eyes darkened a mischievous faceOn the other end so heavenly in its placeLike your favorite ice cream flavor wasting away in the hot sunSo innocent and pure until life had really begun
It's true to say,
Every girl has flaws,
And it's true that its displayed
Every guy has been clawed.
But ones for sure,
For me it's a personal tour.
I can say that I've loved
We were friends back, years ago
Back When She was a awkward nerd and my hair was nappy.
Now We're all grown up, reunited,
And All I want is to make her happy.
Failure makes you want to hide,
Never come out and die.
Failure feels like everyone's disappointed...
At you.
Failure makes the strong feel weak
and the brave scared.
But Failure isnt the end.
He knew me before I was born
He chose the color of my eyes
He gave me my family and friends
What is difference?
Why does society dislike the different?
Who is to say what is differrent?
No one is the same
Yet, we all want to be like someone else
No one is equal
yet everyone is equal.
Sometimes life isn’t easy.Sometimes life isn’t fair.Sometimes your dream is givento someone who is “better”.Society’s wrecked, humanity too.Trusting yourself; seems the only thing to do.
The nervous sensation running down my skin,
the only thing I feel is the desire to win.
The wraps in my gloves are sweaty,
my shoulders and arms feel heavy.
I threw my last punches with all my power,
Where were you when I felt so alone?
(Right beside you, even though my face wasn’t shown.)
Where were you when I was searching for your voice?
I once talked to a man
Who said love was but a 4 letter word
“That’s all it is, you say?
That seems shallow and absurd.”
He laughed at my reply
People attending the London premiere of a new film about Nelson Mandela were told of his death as the closing credits rolled, on 5th December 2013.
Looking up into the sky
into the endless blue
seeing all the clouds passing by
the green balloon bright and new
The little girl was shining with glee
this was pur happiness
Sh! t you can’t say to your teacher!
Dearest teacher,
Can you please learn to put in your grades on time?
I don’t care that you have a wife
First day of high-school and you are roaming the halls
There is no one around, no one to call.
You hear the popular girls laughing at you to your right
But you don't even care, they dont even bite.
Not knowing what my future may withold from me
I try my hardest to strive for excellence
I want to be the next to succeed.
not end up on the streets with a heart that doesn't bleed.
BLACK
By David Harris
So many times I’ve heard,
“You don’t act black”,
And to this day I still don’t understand,
How does one act a color?
Do I be decrepit, ugly, or dark?
Tommy needs help solving a problem
ha! he needs to be lock up in an asylum
who wants to find the volume
of a barrel with a hole and a steady leakage,call them
Formulas to remember
It seems they don’t care anymore
They cast us away
As if we are nothing more than toys for play
They want me to become something I’m not.
I’ve twisted and turned and bent over backwards in an attempt to fit into their box,
But I simply cannot.
It’s never too late,
To pass your class they say.
School School School,
What would I do
If I could make the rules,
I’d probably make the news
If I could choose,
The tools that I would use
If I could run a school,
Work and knowledge would fuse
I will not
I will not
These words repeat in my head
Over and over and over
I will not cry
Not in front of you I must be strong
Because if I’m not strong then who will be
I am not a writer
I lack the very basic need to be consistent
I am unable to describe things vocal or written
I do not have any stories to tell
I put writing off most of the time till 3 in the morning
LN Wildcats don’t need your advice
Throwing up hands and rolling the dice
If our whack teachers had enough spice
Then they wouldn’t be paying the price
Math’s a subject unknown to me
Innocent people being hooked on the blue book,
becoming dull robots that speak in code;
it comes in your sleep taking your intellect like a crook,
by bribing you with a new mode.
Perspiration slowly drips onto face, the butterflies season exceeded in the interior, The brain playing drums with the heart, teeth stabs the tongue-
With wings of ash darkness hides me
Shadows glisten on my feathers
Burroughs, dusk, and no where near dawn
Creatures scrambling to find shelter fromthose that wait and watch for the next victim
If i had the courage to tell you how i feel then you might fall for me
if i had the stregnth to hold our relationship then maybe we would know what love is
If i could see how much you dont care then i might just move on
I was scared,
Scared of what we could of had.
Scared of what we should of locked on a pad.
Scared of something that could go bad.
And now, I stand.
Confused with these flowers from another man.
There once was a summer.
A summer full of sun and delight
A summer with a boy.
A boy with great might.
I fell in love with him, that boy.
His touch reminded me of peppermint. Tingly.
The darkness will rise,
The moon will shine,
And take souls as a prize,
While the creatures moan and whine.
The morose skies,
The dreadful evils,
The hopeless cries,
What is the idea that started this all?
The one that broke the glass?
Here I am, sitting in a chair,
Running a pencil through my hair,
These words you say, I do not care,
Sitting in a daze, all I can do is stare.
You give us a lesson upon which you teach,
Enough with radical equations and notations
And teach us about the struggles of life
Teach us about business plans and their relations
And educate us on how to survive the night
Who is the lady appearing blatantly before their eyes,
In a Renaissance orbiting culture and sacred lies,
But blasphemy she be not,
Rather an untold secret the public forgot.
I've always wondered what goes on in other people's minds
I've always wondered where life is going to take me
I've always wanted to know why everything happens for a reason
You're here for a reason. You serve a great purpose.
So why through the seasons haven't you breached the surface?
In a class full of many, I feel like one person
not of the student body but isolated and searching
We met in the spring,Under the cherry blossom treeYou passed me by,I caught your eye.We sat together in understanding silence
You come into the world with at least one person
Your mother,
and you leave alone.
Between the time you come and go you're suppost to bond with other,
Make connections,
Often we hear the word LIFE thrown around so swiftly
But in all reality what is LIFE
I’ve often heard just because you live doesn’t mean you’re live
Anxiety is a writer that bleeds incoherent words
From the cuticles that she has bitten off
And promises herself that she will finish her book everyday,
But cannot figure out how a billion stories
Firm arms wrapped around my waist
Chocolatey skin I can almost taste
Your words caress my senses
But strangely provoke my defenses
These words you speak, are they even yours?
I want to write a poem about you - about your eyes and your hair and your dimpleand the way you look from below,sweaty, tender, beautiful.
My heart is beating
to the rhythm of your breathing
Boom, boom, boom
I grip your hand
tightly
holding to your warmth
The flavor dances to the tip of my tongue;
Of the luscious sweetness of the first hello;
Biting at the first taste what life has strung;
And spitting out my past below.
My first hello of my new career;
There is something different about everyone's eyes
Each a different setting
Many things seen
Both good and bad
To the very extremes
Tears of sadness
Happy tears too
A vacated room
With nothing at all
Except one painting
That hung on the wall
A beautiful painting
Very well done
A perfect landscape,
I vibrant sun
The room was bright
washing every night
drying every morning
blue gray and white
are rather boring
i cannot express
who i am inside
giving more stress
making us feel denied
What a wonderful time;
For a wonderful change;
To celebrate America's;
Another coming of age.
Oh beautiful our country is;
Another year to renew;
United we stand;
Every year;
You'll grow one year older.
You'll be more mature;
And you'll be much bolder.
There is a special time;
In every person's life;
To experience something new;
I'm having these weird feelings;
For a fellow friend.
I always think about him;
Even when he's out of sight.
When he speaks to me;
It's like music to my ears.
His self is more than just a common male;
Pale tint skin far more white than snow;
Conscience as equal as sun and hail;
Large pale blue eyes that radiately glow.
Oh what things I wish I could have said;
That I would taste rolling on my tongue;
The sweet and sugary words of not so cliche;
And the sour spite of not feeling wrong.
Get it, be fit.
That's it, work it.
Hard work is the fee.
A healthy body is the key.
Eat right, and exercise.
Go play, lets advertise.
Together we can,
change the world, everyone will be a fan.
Get it, be fit.
That's it, work it.
Hard work is the fee.
A healthy body is the key.
Eat right, and exercise.
Go play, lets advertise.
Together we can,
change the world, everyone will be a fan.
You say you love me yet I don't see it on your face,
seeing and believing are two very different things,
if you love me I promise it will not be a mistake,
through snowy winters and summer rains,
why is the media scary todayTwenty dudes got married and gaythe world viewed it as okayfor marriage i prayin our flesh we stay the blessed lamb we slayyou want to see my nigtmarestune in and turn on
You are the teacher. You are “all knowing,”
but you don’t see that one girl is showing.
You do not see all the judgmental stares,
or extreme hatred, through terrible glares.
She stands there
Day and
Night.
Never waivering
Never backing down
The rivers water lapping at the
Island edges.
Stars twinkling behind her high
Crown.
Face forward
My P.E. Class was great, and do you know why?
I never had to dress out because my teacher was bi!
She read sex books all day, and let us play on our phones,
I'm floating, but oh, sure to sink soon.
A sponge soaking in dirty water--
You say waving; truth told, I'm drowning.
One little fish caught up in a school.
Follow the leader, but the leader--
Our love is what he devoured,
and soon I became overpowered.
This is what happened so,
this is all i began to know.
He treated me like his queen,
but the truth was unseen.
I was his highest expense,
Woke up quick at about 6,
Just know that I have to get my education fix.
I got to get driving bfor' my class begins
Before traffic starts up and my Biology ends.
About to go and damn near went psycho
My life has not been easy.
But that never has brought me down
Whe never they said that I couldn’t do it.I proved them wrong.
Working hard never letting go...
With words you fight, No better than a bully.
You shove with the pretense of learning,
You say you are going to give us a rope of knowledge,
I don’t know if any of you have noticed
But there are different levels of crazy
Personality wise, there are a couple different steps.
Whenever I meet someone new for the first time
I’m still on level one.
Smeared Mascara
You seem so happy
Living a lie
You seem so sad
Whenever I past by
You seem so sorry
Whenever I cry
but that's enough
Fake smiles and deceving faces. Love consumes the minds of the fragile Money and Lust overtake the hearts of young adults Does the world have hope in any way . Words hurt the strong and turn them weak . can life improve if noone seeks such a
We are allowed one opportunity in this lifetime to acquire all the knowledge we choose,Some people find a thrill in the pursuit of knowledge; some need a mentor, or a muse.
42 days.
One Month and eleven days.
My scars have begun to fade
and my smile has retraced itself
again.
42 days.
Of hard nights
where his words echoed
and I wanted to bleed
According to Webster’s Dictionary, the term soldier refers to “one engaged in military service and especially in the army” (Soldier).
Freedom comes at a price
the ticket is your own demise
in order to truly be free
you must give up your most important thing
you treasure it most, but leave it unguarded
Your brown eyes made me shake,
as I approached.
Your laugh touched my heart,
as we connected.
Your smile shook my soul,
as we danced together.
When we connect again,
smiles creep up.
You banged on my heart
like your fists were a drum;
You gathered me sweetly
in arms like a dove—
You told me “always”
under the sun.
A poem is a bunch words scattered on a line.
"What is a word?" is what comes to mind.
A word is a random combination of letters
That connect well in hope to make things better.
This unrequited love feels as dark as night
Yet my heart is as high as a kite
Sometimes you do it right out of spite
My heart for you burns like a comet that is destined to crash
You think you know us,
But you don’t even understand chess.
So go ahead and please fall in front of a bus.
I think I would be relieved by my stress.
You say you want to help,
You tell me I need to know this stuff
I know that was a lie
I do not need to know the Transitive Property of Equality
To be a doctor
And I really do not care to begin with
Your brown eyes made me shake,
as I approached.
Your laugh touched my heart,
as we connected.
Your smile shook my soul,
as we danced together.
When we connect again,
smiles creep up.
We have one tutor,
for a class of kids.
How do you expect me,
to learn like this?
One tutor
to do all of this?
You hardly even
make it down your list.
I like you a lot
To the "dear" Mrs. Langerman.
How dare you take advantage of a young child.
She was innocent, sweet and mild.
Just because of her race you stood there
Discriminating and staring with that dark stare.
Society is so screwd.
Be yourself! But make sure "yourself" fits in.
Its cool to sleep around but if you get pregnant then you are just a slut.
Makeup makes you prettier but you are seen as fake if you wear it.
How come when a white looking Hispanic man kills a black boy it's all over the news,
When,
African American is killing African American.
Sometimes they are boys,
Six and seven!
When you wake up in the morning and everything is silent, stop and pray. For a chace to earn a great day, love without being told, and leave all your worries on the tray.
Crush.
Eyes met.
Smiles are stolen.
Her laugh is adored.
They fnally build the courage.
They talk and make a date.
Then on that date night they kiss.
A single date then turns into many moments.
We have so many choices in this world, and we’re expected to pick just one.
We have so many choices in this world, and we’re never able to get the best of both worlds.
Should I eat a banana or apple for lunch?
Cry.
Cry until your head hurts.
Cry until no more tears come out.
Cry until your heart can’t take it anymore.
Cry for release.
Cry for your soul.
Cry it all out.
Cry for pleasure.
Dear teacher, I love psychology I truly do.And I always turn in my homework whenever it's due. When handing out assignments keep in mind I'm a young soul, I like to go out on Friday nights I'm just twenty-two years old. I enjoy reading about Pavlo
he
As he spoke his words were like ice going down my wind pipe corrupting me from the inside out
His words were like a wrecking ball
7.046 billion people in the world
1,200 students at the average high school
So many faces in the world
So many people that are passed by
What would happen if there was a chain reaction?
Just another dayMy arm is still scarredNo words left to sayNo words could even explainThe depth in this feelingThis craving deep inside Normally I can hold it backBut it's getting even harder to hide.
I am a butterfly that drifts though the air
I am an abandoned dog searching for the right and wrong
I am the heat to your heart
I am the small grain of sand you step over
Life has taught me to be strong,
I have learned right from wrong.
I'm planning on bettering myself,
Making a mental wealth.
I promise you
Life will become easier,
Anger assassinates anyone acting atrocious.
It’s ominous.
When anger calls for you.
It takes control.
You won’t be able to escape.
Inspire
Inspire
Is that not your job
To show me my way.
Your heart only beats for the subject
beats for the paycheck
Not for your disciples
Light the way
We all need it
So ladies and gentlemen!!Get ready for a no-chance SUMO WRESTLING fightIntroducing the contestants....on the blue side,is the all time professional BIG SUMO BROTHER.And on the red side,
Don't you talk to me. Are you sure that you can teach? This class makes me sleep.
"Push to be the greatest."
That's what is always said.
"You can't settle for second best."
This is the curse upon my head.
One simple test in my third grade year,
From then on, I'm nothing but a number.
Students cannot say
You are wrong in many ways or that your hair is going gray.
Students cannot say
The way you grade is unfair or that we hope you get eaten by a bear.
She’s submerged in the depths of depression,
But deception is her specialty.
Yet, someone has seen through her walls.
They have seen the hurt she conceals.
She walks down the halls with a smile on her face,
the teachers are bogus
they say the are observent
but they never notice
the kid treated like a servant
they push him to the ground
they kick him around
and the teachers avert their eyes
I checked the clock
it's way past time
Why don't you smile?
And light up this dreadful
hall. These fluorescent
lights burn into my soul
and please don't smirk
when I say:
Restrained by anxietylike cuffs welded to walls.Escape was impossible—until I learned my purpose.With a pen and paper,I can loosen the cuffs—to conquer the world.Courage and determination
No box cover referenceand no one to helpwith thousands of piecesidentically shapedbut never looking like they belong.
Don’t be foolish, Sweetie.
Society will tell youwho you should be.Hollywood says sex appealis more valuablethan your own soul.
Mami found a picture of us today.You were smiling as five year old mekissed your cheek.I want to smile, but all I can dois dwell on how cruel I could be to you.I wish I could tell nine year old me
Surroundings uninspiring—lost in a mind’s abyss,Euterpe distraught and limp.Notes tumbled from her flutetoo soft to echo, too lameto provoke a response.Only when sought her sisters’ help.
I’m spinning,
I can’t get off my high of dizziness.
The clouds aren’t so far away. Can I reach for it?
The words drawn out, said, flow with the wind in a soft indulging sound.
In your little class, I am but a little busy bee
Who understands nothing and nothing is what I see
The work is assigned like soilders to a barrack
But we look down and merely grin and bear it
Another summer over
8am climbing out of bed
First day of college
5 classes ahead
Soggy breakfast at the café
That’s another upset stomach
Professor is 30 minutes late
You know that couple.
The one that is always together
And he would do anything that she asked.
Their sugared embraces,
Their striking stares.
But their eyes hide what lingers behind closed doors.
They say you're a sweetheart
But I just can't see
How that can be possible
When you don't help me
He's prodding at my heart
She's stabbing my vein
You can't bother to notice
I am a rat. Not the mischievous, dirty creature that makes people shriek in horror when they come across one.
A soft whisper in the dark room sounded
Whimpers flowing from her lips as he pressed against her
A normal Friday night as the lovers embraced roughly
Education is the key to success but how can I have success when all the teachers do is disrespect
Sometimes I want to tell myself f*ck school but how could I think like that
Mr. & Ms.
I am not a robot
I am not a prisoner
I am not paperwork
I am your future
I have feelings
I have ideas
I have talents
You have certification
Teach me
Like a high tide,I drown in you.You suffocate me.I can't escape your grip.I begand pleadfor the painto terminate.For the humilationto vanish.And you show meno mercy.
Today you caught me sleeping in class
the fact of the matter I was dreaming I would pass
so while you were taking notes and giving F's
I was catching up on last nights rest.
You question me on if I cared
Do you think I care
When you say i'll fail?
Do you think I care
When your classes i bail?
Do you think i care
that you want me to be quiet?
Do you think i care
if the class is a riot?
Teacher, oh, teacher, how you make me weep
Every night I get less and less sleep
You torture me with dull tales
My mind is going off the rails
Teacher, oh, teacher you're killing me
You kick my chair for hours on end. Throw paper balls towards my face just to get under my skin. Talk mad sh*t behind my back to start some trouble, but you don't hear a peep out of me because I am invincible to your dirty bubble.
I sit in the very back of the room hoping you dont call my name.
When you do, and I cant answer, you say I'm the one to blame.
But you're the type of teacher that I cant come up to.
You spend 6 hours a day with us
teaching us and pushing us but never in a rush
showing us some of the greatest people
like Fredrick Douglas
its always great to have some one who believes in me
“WHY MOMMY WHY?”
I screamed through my tears
I was little then
About three years
…………………………………….
Mommy didn’t care
Locked inside my skin
When no one understands
All that hate and sorrow
Fill my dying bones again
……………………………………………..
I am so dull
In a room that is so dark
I have entered a place where I am so clueless
Well...
I stand up for what I believe in,
I'll always be the same, no matter the season.
Come back after winter break, I'll be the same... sorry.
I like football, music, food, tv, and atari.
When I ask you if I can go to the bathroom, you say,
"I don't know, can you?"
I guess instead of "can" I should say "may,"
But I don't know, can you stop with the stupid jokes?
This storm's catching me, sweeping me off the ground.There was no sound--just terror--so powerful I couldn’t say a prayer.
There I go flying into thin air,
floating away into the dark sky grey.
I’m sorry I can’t always follow the rules and get sucked into this thing they call high school.
This thing of love,
of loving and being loved.
It consumes me in the gentlest of ways,
softly washing over me until I've been covered up;
a blissful drowning.
I've become willing to risk hitting a shelf
Dear All,
let me go onto
explain society’s
lust for the imperfect
outlook of perfectionism
in our educational systems today.
This is a projected scenario
for my senior year in 2014
yeah, teach, i’m aware i have glasses. i’m
also aware of what they mean to you – quiet,
shy, high honor roll. it’s not because i can’t see
three feet in front of me that i’m in the
first row.
Upon arriving to Brit Lit I see
Books on tables that no one will read and faces as blank as notebooks and their minds
Teacher, before we start the dramatics,
Before the sighs begin.
I would like for you to know
about what really happens within.
Yes, sir; the problem IS written clearly on the board.
Efficency trumps over education
Teachers following a script.
"Turn to this page at this time and say these words."
Are we even learning anymore?
As long as the scores look high
We live
To the test
For the test
By the test
My life is not the test
I have done things that do not mattermeasuring my worth with each grain of self entitlement I've poured into teaspoonsfor the sake of making surei don't ask for too much
To shake the hand of the principal is my goal
To uplift my parents soul
To make my teachers proud
To stand in front of the crowd
I am a student that sits in the class
Teacher, Teacher by the wall
Is this the best lesson of them all?
All you do is make us read,
Is this really what we need?
All of your lessons,
Seem like obsessions.
And now it’s time,
Where do I begin?
Well to start off with; we, students, are not typically morning people
So our brains cannot absorb everything
Give us a break when it is the morning
We came to school didn’t we?
Students stare when I pass from class to class,
Teachers even give me double takes,
And glare when they realize what they see.
I'm not a boy.
My hair is cropped short, my jeans bag,
One year in:This place is so big and I am so small... Ugh! I can''t even reach the top shelf in my locker... Sigh...What is that smell?How do these people eat this stuff? I'm pretty sure that beef isn't supposed to be grey...
Deceptions
That heart of mines ached
My tongue spake
My mind deceived
My heart believed
My soul admits mistakes conceived
The con woman who turned truth into a lie
I walked a mile to high school everyday.
I sat for six hours.
I learned about subjects
that I didn't care about.
When school was over
I walked a mile home
and spent my own time
doing more work.
My heritage and my background,
The color of my skin or the color of yours
the length of my hair or the length of my nails,
My hieght or my size only have as much power as i give them
Fuck you
for giving me work that I
have no time to finish,
because I need extracurriculars to impress the colleges
you tell me I won't get into.
Fuck you for hating your job
You & Me
Looking in the mirror, I see you, the me that use to be
The memories of not wanting to be you
To the professors and teachers of my past,
Especially to those who taught the classes I passed,
There are some things you preached to me,
Some I have found true and others I disagree.
Why.. why do we live in world full of challenges? Waking up in the morning is a struggle. If only I lived in the world of Harry Potter so I wouldn't be a muggle. The hustle of getting ready and eating breakfast oh..
I do not care about quadratic equations, or the two sides of a triangle, or your short version of history that doesn’t go over everything.
I do not care about how to find C when X equals A times B that equals Z.
Waking to my alarm, I hate hearing that sound/ having to attend school, wishing I could drown.
Turn this in by tomorrow you say. But, you take eons to give me mine back.
Can you believe, one time the students had to teach the class?!
No, no not a presentation day.
The teacher was just that inept.
There's no one looking out
For the students at the "ghetto school".
We're taught to pass the standardized tests,
To think enough to make the grade.
Subliminally, you teach us that we're not worth it.
I've been blessed.
Parents willing to live poorly if that means an education for me.
Parents willing to brush toilets if that means an education for me.
Yet, you, the one with the PhD, can't provide.
I sit in classPutting forward my attention,Thinking of the equations,Understanding the lessons,Ignoring the distractions.
To the educators of my school.
No student is the same.
We all agree knowledge is an useful tool.
That's the whole reason I got out of bed and came.
You need to understand homework is not always the key.
Three times a marking period That's how often we can go But if you are married Then shouldn't you already know? You say it's too much, disruptive, distracting If we could stop it, we wouldn't be asking You've never experienced the anxiousness of
Oh smart teacher,
how you glance upon that board,
explaining the wornders of art and....life,
as you are explaining what the great philosophers before us,
feels their take on the subject you,
You really can say anything you want to your teacher
Wait, I take that back, don't call her a ugly creature
And if you do and want to get on her good side
Don't swear or you'll get on the wrong side of the Jekyll and Hyde
What do you see in the classroom?
Simply just students,
some good and some bad,
either listening to your teachings
or ignoring them?
What do you see in the hallway?
Is school just a care center for children, or is it a little bit more?
In my opinion a school should be about educating through to the core.
Are math and sceince and english the most important things to learn?
No Mr./Mrs.______ I do care
it's just that I believe you are unaware
that I have 6 other classes
that I take
and at 12am
I am still awake
doing homework
and pushing myself
i love misery,
its artistic,
its complicated,
it paints pictures
and writes songs,
it pours hot tears
and bruises my soul
it gnaws at my flesh
and picks its teeth with my bones,
Alone in the corner they sit at their desk,
Pulling down sleeves to cover their bruises.
With frightened eyes they follow every hand,
Even though here they are safe.
They look at you and hope you know,
It's 5 AM, time to wake up
and put on make up,
so you don't look so tired,
those freshmen can smell exhaustion.
TA-ing Comp 101 all day
and your own classes all night,
Dear Authorities,
You know, it would be alot easier-
if you actually payed a bit more attention to me.
I don't blame you though.
You've got a lot of students:
You've seen the jocks,
and the nerds,
there was a story of a boy nd she,a girl both seem trapped in a similar but different world they were somehow connected their fates intertwined yet this was different a turning point undefined
This sweater of mine is ready for the breezing weather
Wraps around me, not light like a feather
Golden ball of fire hides behind the fluff
Oh, what a wonderful season full of stuff
apples, leaves, candy
You teach us how to think,
you teach us what to know,
you teach us to be a friend,
but to also be a foe.
You teach us how to walk,
you teach us what to wear,
you teach us to be ourselves,
So hey
I get it
you're a teacher
you only have so much time
and money
and patience
and like I understand that teaching wasn't what you expected
you thought it'd be like in high school
Work here and work there
Work work work
Don’t sleep
Don’t stop
Don’t think
But stop complaining
You are in control
I do as you say
I think as you think
There are times where you feel like an outcast, and that, I didn't know you were in this class statement you get
Not many African American students at school take college classes in high school, but there's little old me in big AP
When the voice of a distant cry
Wriggles under the paper prison you began
I start to grow into another skin
Yet, as soon as you turn your head towards me
The world slowly grows dead
Tears
Drama
Yelling
Fights
Everything that makes high school, high school
I couldn’t imagine seeing anything different
Passionless teaching sorrounding us,
Obsorbs the excitment of most,
Drousy and bored causes a fuss,
or sketching our trip to the coast.
Lunch is dull and tasteless,
Although we get a break,
Hallway, Classroom, Desk.
The Struggle to pay attention are bearing down on my shoulders.
My eyes close
He calls my name,
I look bewildered because I dont know what to say.
I'm not a poet
but maybe I am.
Maybe we are all poets.
Writing the Earth's story in elegent form and flow.
We seemingly live as individuals
stuck in the flow of things.
The strings between the teachers and students has been weak
Some teachers no longer care for the education of the student
If only the bond between them can be brought back to its peak
Preface: Prejudice and bias should never step foot in the classroom. This is retribution for all the production ( I and II) students who were declared “too ethnic” or “ not natural enough” for the role by our southern, instructor Mrs.
She's back you know-
making the wallflower's feel...
pretty
but, they'll soon realize her lies
and the pain she puts them through,
only makes her stronger.
Remember when how you stood in front of the class
Lectured endlessly on the psychology of the mind
Compressed pain into tiny, sterile words
Depression and self-harm and anorexia,
Epigraph: Parents are in fact teachers, and though we feel that we can tell them anything, sometimes it is to them who we can't say our "sh*t." So, this is something I would like to tell one of my teachers, my father.
My eyes are the most beautiful
when I am crying.
I’ve always admired the irony in that.
At my lowest point, my eyes contrast the misery flamed inside me.
Music is like a cell phone
You can speak through it and send a message
It does not matter what tone
As long as it can manage
Music should not be used to just entertain
Or be a tool to receive money
A warming smile, an enchanting laugh. A crumbling sensation within the realms of my soul. He was the stars that lit up my body, yet the un-denying darkness that consumed my heart.
Hey miss I have a question now I see class is in section but I have to ask what the point of this useless evaluation so we can tell the nation that I have no patience for your evaluation about the study of creation so we I dont the the patients si
The day I got my classes, I felt so glad to have them.
I thought this year would bring forth some more excitement and more knowledge.
After only one day in each class, I only really liked math.
Oh, teachers, how you are skilled in boring
The normal, average, local students
Who keep on searching, always exploring
For a teacher with the greatest prudence
Students today are looking for a purpose
By golly he’s so jolly
Happy as can be
Visit’s all kinds of kids like Molly
Sliding down the chimney he says weeeeee!
A thousand thoughts lie unspoken
A medley of words in my head
I could never bring myself to say things out loud
So I kept my silence instead
Too many unexpressed ideas
English 101 and Me
By Sarah DeWeese
A poem you ask, about me?
For English 101 you see.
Well --- I am quiet, I am shy, kind, but sure.
In math class last year,I sat so close to the doorI could almost feel the other students in the hallway brushing up against me.
I was never fond of family reunionsand recently a not-so-close relativecame up to me and said“So many twentysomethings are dropping out.Where do you want to be in 10 years? You better make us proud.”
Some advice I consider the bestSurprisingly I got it from Mr. West"If you admire somebody, you should go 'head and tell em'People never get the flowers while they can still smell em'"I met you in my freshmen year
There's one thing I love about The City.
Not the crowds,
Not the lights,
Not sounds,
But the rain.
It starts out
Soft,
Barely a whisper.
And then it grows
And grows
You say fill out the bubble sheet
it has all that you need.
You say now write this page
it'll help you succeed.
the due date rolls around,
what lies you told;
the success I was grasping,
“Bananas have no thumbs, just as the education system has no ears or at least pretends that its hard at hearingAllowing our youth to slip through cracks in the system making hard work what our children are fearing
Professor, oh professor You're overqualified This job you have is just full of your self indulgent pride Are you really teaching, Or growing your ego? How can you sit around and smile as you watch my grades go? Professor, oh professor Im underclas
Feeling is so overrated.
So I've decided not to do "that" anymore.
"That" is like licking the pages of a cookbook,
Stupid and silly.
I want to be a parachute
I want to know where the wind will take me.
I don't want anything holding me down.
I want to know what it's like to be free
to be beautiful
to be uplifted by nothing
In the darkness of the room
I hear your still, cold breaths
I hold a candle light infront of my broken body
I uncover the mask you hide behind
Discovering something wild
You are standing there
Bonjour, comment ça va?
I’m sorry, I don’t understand.
Ne me comprends-tu pas?
Whatever you want to say,
It must be important, I'm sure,
I bleed ink onto my papery skin,
the black liquid scarring my surface.
My heartbeat is the steady scribble
of the pen that leaks my lifeblood.
But my scars are not ugly,
they are beautiful words and dreams.
Little discreet glances flashes the other's way...
Innocent smiles with thoughts beneath not so
innocent...
He cautiously extends out his lone hand that
kisses the nape of hers, she smiles.
STOP! Interrogating me,
treat this classroom as if it was the business world!
You people claim we are young adults,
preparing us the college but professor won’t baby us,
Mr. King, Mr. king.
You allowed us all to dream.
you may have gotten shot for your dream,
but thanks to you we all now have a shot to our dream.
My people are the "Dreamers"
Everyday I wake up at six. Groggy, tired, deprived of my thrilling time in my dreams.
You want to know why girls are such bitches?
because we were never taught to love ourselves.
We are constantly being told that we are too fat, or we should be good at sports, we wear too much makeup, or we don't wear enough
Today will be a reading kind of day.
I bought a brand new book, Catch 22.
It’s classic, clever and the cover’s blue.
What else will I do on a day so grey?
It has always been me, everyday of my life
Living in fear, having to walk around in strife
I'm very quiet, probably the quietest person you will ever meet
But something about me gives a scent of rejectment
I'm a puppet, controlled
by what I feel is
Wrong. That won't work,
my mind says. That is not a
career.
What is a career?
To assume
I won't be happy under the
Stage Lights
What happens when you're heart wants to giveBut so much has taken from it that it barely has anything left for itselfYou try and you try to breakdown those walls You try to love again and to trust again
seconds
tick, tick, tick, tick
rows and rows of motionless eyes
excitement ceases to show itself
it is only our future in disguise
minutes
pass by without interaction
I look in the mirror and see many faces.I see the face of a seventeen year old girl,Shoulder length brown hair and circles under her eyes.Wipe off the mirror with your sleeve,and you’ll see something more.
Before my foot can fully pass the threshold of your door, I already know what you’re thinking.
you all cry
you all hurt
and you all are the reasons why
Tell me, you there.
What is it you are doing?
Trying so hard to a goal you cannot reach.
The sun was shining on the bus window
I was ready to relax as I walked through the doorway
When I got inside my home I turned on the local news show
I had no idea what they were going to say
...
I wake up everyday, tired as can be. Slugging through the hallways, grim faces are what I see. My locker will not open, I swear this time it's the lock, trying to get my books, as all the students flock.
Dear Teacher's Of My Past
Sometimes y'all look at student's like germs.
Other times we're their the best student's y'all have had for the year.
We look for your help, but get a pat on the back and keep walking.
What if I told youThe things that you say,The jokes that you tell,The pranks that you play,All those things really hurt me today. That girl in the front,The one with the money;Her words for youAre sweet like honey.She’s your favorite,She’s the bes
The stylus I grip in my palm is a stylist. I can create tears of joy, as I can create tears of pain. A grin, or a sharp smirk on another person's face.
Mozart or maybe BeethovenPlays in the background.The violins sound tiredThe flute a little out of tune.
I cross and uncross my legs.I am nervous.I am scared.The door opensand I lay in the bed.
Forever thee flame could not be kindled
Our love was unlike other loves, easy
Wild tongues spread, unable to be swindled.
And happily, it was a fantasy
Today, sadly, like every fantasy
The Real Meaning of a BurnPrimary tabsView(active tab)EditSat, 09/28/2013 - 14:2
I once read a book that said "Life is difficult"
Those three words hit the most out of just one page I read
Those three words taught me a small life lesson for my future ahead
That life is difficult
These are things I can't say, or maybe because you don't listen.
I am a human being, a living breathing being.
Not another cog in your machine called school.
Your tests may show how good at math I am, or the words I know,
four minutes between classes
my feet move a mile a minute
and so does my mind
but four miles isn't far enough from my last class
my backpack weighs me down
as does the burden of new knowledge
Teacher, Teacher!
Can’t you see?
These big bright lights are bugging me!
I woke up early,
Did not eat,
So my hair’d be curled, nice, and neat.
I took the bus,
So full of gum,
We got into a fight today.
I didn’t get a black eye
but an empty spirit
when words you spat
tore through my flesh
with burning sensations.
Your work left no visible marks.
Who do you think you are...Is it because you have a degree....Does that make you any better than me?
The soldiers are hungry.
They live on meager meals,
Meager meals indeed.
While we sit here,
cracking jokes, and breaking yolks
in home economics.
One day.
It's time for you to take a break.
Take a seat, and listen up.
One day of studying,
One day of homework,
One day of reviewing,
One day of testing,
One day of relaxing.
Damn why are you teaching so fast,
Stop!!!
Take time to actually teach,
not speed through material,
so that your class can understand
and meditate on your words instead
of stressing each year trying
Once again Autumn is upon
Leaves are changing,
colors blossom
trees nestle into their winter shell
Year after year, I've always viewed things with such blind eyes
just a tree,
just a color,
My grades are falling rapidly
Because of the level at which you are teaching me
You say my rhymes are elementary
That they may be
At least I'm not derogatory
You need to expand your vocabulary
Do you know that old saying?
Something borrowed
Something old
Something new
Something borrowed
Something blue?
Well, scratch the old and the blue
and try something borrowed
You have seen me everyday now, 2 days in a row
I'm excited for the future days
Are you teacher that will listen, teach and care?
Will you hear the things I can't say?
You sit behind your desk
Looking very grotesque
Because you are scared
That you are ill-prepared
One of us will out shine
Causing you to whine.
Is that fair?
To swear.
Cellulose, glucose, disaccharides, evolution.
One more assignment I swear, there will be a revolution.
The homework is hard, while exams nearly cause treasoning.
Picking this class was stupid, beyond logical reasoning.
Open your books
Turn to page..
Wait open up a book to learn about nothing that is me
Turn to a page that has only been printed to read against me
Today we will be reading the chapter...
Live, laugh, love, have freedom
Walk, run, enjoy the sun
Be happy, be sad, be angry, go crazy
Cry, smile, hug each other
Sing together
Dream together
Feel each other’s pain together
You never seem to see.
Attention is what she rarely gets.
Because ignoring is just easier.
Easier than watching her cry.
Easier than watching her die.
A little bit each day.
You never pull her aside.
How could you have possibly known that I was a ticking time bomb?
Not even I knew it.
The sadness, and brewing of mismixed chemicals in my brain had overstayed their welcome
Came out in a form of tears and burns.
Give me liberty or give me death.
They taught me that, but I can’t even take a breath.
They stare with distaste,
that test was an accident please don’t hate.
In the song of life, all lyrics need a melody
You are both the lyric and melody
You are the lyric of my heart and of my soul
The beauty of the rose, speaks a lyric of love
Love, speaks a lyric of you
Why must I sit down in this environment, We got students dropping out and old teachers retiring, I mean Im not one for admiring, But to me this teachers aren't inspiring, They sit on their desk talking nonsense babbling sounding childish, Its time
For the sixth time this morning
you called her ugly
For the tenth time today
you called her stupid
For the hundredth time this week
you called her useless
And when she came to school today
I think of my future and how you are in the way
i think about that one passing grade
and while i stare out the window and listen to your incessant droning on
They say bring your own device,
But now we can leave behind the teacher?
I miss the personal guidance and advice
Of an instructor, a mentor, a living creature.
They say here, everything is on these iPads;
What can I do / When you dont have a clue / You never knew / I just wanted to say screw you // I just wanted to earn / I really yearned / But with you I cant learn / And now I'm no longer your concern.
Your words come at me like a swarm of bees. Stinging me and you just can't see. They sting so hard and it happens so fast. I asked a question now I understand less than I did in the past. Your explanations just threw me off track.
My hands are sweating,
My mind is fretting.
The clock is ticking,
The time is shrinking.
Still I sit here and stare,
Spacing off into thin air.
Finally I pick up my pencil,
I should know this, I should know this...
I should know this by heart.
I've done it so much
I should have it down like an art.
What do to? What to say?
Can I ask how to start
You don’t know me,
My book has yet to be released.
Judge me when you have the right,
But for now, turn left.
A slip here, a slip there. I am sure the teacher will not care.
She knows we secretly call her names. The witch or Ms. Happy is what we dubbed her to be.
Oh trust me, Ms. Happy is not what it seems.
Your knoweldge of the world is high
But is that a reason to undermind me?
Just because I dont understand the material
doesnt mean I cant see
I know you have a Bachelor Degree
Maybe even a Masters
I am a number.
A total which defines me.
It says whether I am brilliant or remedial,
whether I am present or absent,
whether I ascend or decline.
A statistic amongst the world.
Numbers do not feel.
Able says it all - Material Girl
that's what I want to be
I'm nobodies material girl,
debating on whether that's okay with me.
One day at a time, I keep my sins on the line
and question myself.
Blood drippingLegs closedArms coveredFeelings exposed
Hearts racingWounds unhealedMorbid thoughtsLips are sealed
Alone AloneYou left againA knife in my backIgnorant men
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?
Wish I was colorblind
Differences weren't relevant
Soon as I was to find
A dog is not an elephant
But what about the hurt
so important color
sep'rating whites from dirt
Thoughts flood the mind in ample quantities.
They provide attention for the unknown.
They give power to reason and to imagine.
Thoughts give the power to form or understand.
What Do You MEAN I'm Suspended?
Im not allowed to say that in class?
Im not allowed to say that thinking about taking my life isn't me being a coward but instead you being inconsiderate?
I wear glasses to see better..
But is worth it,
To take a look at one girl
and say "she fat.."
"She so fat, the make the floor shake..."
"Make table break,"
But that's what we say in our eyes...
You mean when a caterpillar
liquefies itself into a butterfly?
Just melting in ice
Or the transformation within
the belly from embryo
to a bundle of joy?
Cute cuddly darling.
The room around, dark, cold, and silent,
I shake; I shiver, and sway with fear,
The tears that pour rapidly down are violent,
while the decision to make draws near.
I tell the time by trees.
I tell the time in threes.
Three by threes from trees.
Three by three by three.
Time in trees to three by threes.
We pass our time in trees.
We pass our time in threes.
I am…
The rainbow
is contained within
dark brown wood and a million colors.
Yet I am just one color.
Quiet, alone,
yet surrounded
by others.
I sit on that
Love is beautiful.
in the way the moon illuminates the night.
and in the way breath fills the lungs.
Love is beautiful in the way warm sand kisses cold feet.
Will this gun violence ever stop?
Will we have to wait till we've heard the trigger click of the last glock?
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.
What is a poem?
A few words on a slip of paper.
Some rhymes, and a rythem.
Not lifeless.
Some would say just words.
A poem is a living thing.
With feeling and zing.
Not trash.
There's a girl I knew
Who wore a curtain over her face
That blurred the person underneath
And stole her precious personality
She lived on cloud 9
In a house made of broken hearts
I want to hold your hand,
Because it’s the lifeline holding me together.
When you rub the back of my palm, that’s the spark that ignites my dreams.
My fantasies are nothing without you.
I have always wantedTo write a book,But could I never find the inspiration.I finally found itIn her eyesAnd the way her tears flowed outLike rain(She was the only person I know
Seeking validation
Like a penny on the street
How many pounds of complacency before
We forget to eat
Walking through this
Void of regression
We are blind to
The subtle conversations
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" that's what they all say.
Yet, we look in a mirror everyday looking for ways to be more beautiful.
In our society people judge you based on what they see trending on TV, the big screen,
I was cold and feared nothing.
I wait for death because I feel nothing.
Thought I hated everything and love nothing.
She cracked into my heart of stone now I feel something.
We are the future.
We are the past.
We hold the fate of the world in our grasp.
As insignificant as we are,
we make the world.
We are history in the making.
Holding our heads up high,
This land has been alterd
every corner i turn
i see my people suffer
the fire in our soul heavily burns.
we've been building a land for generations
a place founded by love, peace and communication
His porcelain skin
& wiry brown hair,
His rosy cheeks
& baby blue eyes,
The cotton jacket
With matching leather shoes
& stiff cap.
Always at attention, like a soldier
I wrote this as a prompt for a class, in response the Charles Bukowski's poem Memory. Any similarities are intentional.
I’ve memorized barefoot summers and the difference between
How
am I supposed to focus on all the good in life when I am ever so
Numb
like the scars on my wrist, the ones that never made it past my skin
Frantic
Addicted to organization
through words, throughout your thoughts
Addicted " to a certain kind of sadness"
within your fears and your doubts
Addicted to the words that bring you up
Diversity: we are all different
Diversity: we are all individual
Without Diversity we’d be the same
Everyone would like only vanilla ice cream
Mommy and daddy, we were the perfect family. Except there was no daddy back in the day.
Mommy had enough of it, but daddy was always out of it.
Picture perfect family, there's only one person in the picture daddy never wanted.
Sitting here all alone, or so it may seem;
The darkness sweeping over you, a terror not a dream.
Why must this darkness linger here, destroying what we know?
It is like the biting into the core
of a cold,chilled lemon, the realization
leaving its memory to taste like a deep, salty, sore.
It holds and grabs, a needle piercing deeply against
your skin, my skin
The Wind shares her secrets
to summer's dying Leaves;
with Her promise of spring
they fall so hopefully.
One last burst of color-
they wither away;
calmly assured
that warmth returns someday.
I remember the rain that day.That day I saved your life.
I remember the way I loved you.Without regret, never doubting.All my life.
I loved you so much,Your feel.Your touch.The way you walked.The way you talked.I loved it all, so much.
She runs down empty roads
“Where did everybody go?”
Everything’s black and white
“Why am I alone?”
Noone understand her anyway
Slowing down her pace she glimpses at her past
Poems are hard but writting is easy.
So this all might sound a little bit cheesy.
That doesn't mean that this is funny.
I can write a poem when it comes to money.
My pockets are empty, My loans get declined
Words rising and falling like mountains and valleys.Letters form Heroes with passion and calling.Seas of ideas, all structured in stanzas.
Love
Large, Hard:
Freeing, Deepening, Happening
Forming between us two,
Flames.
(Written in Cinqauin Pattern 2)
She gets one more bad gradeThe loans are piling up; Never fully paidStarts to look like there's no way out...
Why do you ignore me
When I know that in your heart we both believe in love?
Why do you forget
That our souls of steel have more hope than anyone?
Why do you hurt
When you see this blood and rage?
I write to take away the pain.
To make sure all critics remember my name.
To remove the sympathy and handouts and convert that to becoming a standout.
To show my grandmothers that I am no longer that little boy.
Why do I write?
Why do you breathe?
Why do you blink?
Why do you sleep?
Why do you eat?
Because we have to.
Why do I write?
Why do you go to school?
Why do you have a job?
Time is flying by
Day by day without a pause
a week, a month, a year; all wthout a cause.
Time is escaping my grasp
My mind is clouded with days of the past
How can I focus my thoughts and hear myself?
Escape
Because a cruel world needs a safe place
Dream
Because sometimes a piece of paper and a pen can create a new reality
Emotion
Because tears come to often and tissue runs out
Love
The monster used to share my bed
Now he lurks near my only exit
Threatening to take everything away
He breaths smoke languidly
His tiger eyes burn with rage
Why write?
Because writing takes you to a whole new level.Write because writing allows a new chapter of life,A new story, a new beginning, and an ending.Write for life because that is what we are born to do.
I'm a child.
I'm curious about everything I see.
I ask too many questions.
I have dreams of changing the world.
I imagine the unreal and make the most out of simple things.
The ghetto is a welcoming place, my home
I lived here all my life, I call it my own
The neighbors, for the most part, are friendly and nice
If he walks by and sees youBe carefulYou're like rare pork lined and soaked in fresh bloodAnd just by the way he walks and talksYou'll undeniably fall for his perfect charm
We'll be here until the end of time,
let's not leave love behind,
let's be kind,
clean the earth,
make it shine,
because our world is so fine,
everything is beautiful,
keep an open mind,
Why do women fall in love with men who are completely wrong for them? Is it a hidden sense kindled from our genetic nurturing trait that we think we can baby bad boys into good men?
another wave of nostalgia that i’m drowning under,
which makes me wonder
if i ever grew up outside of height,
because i might
be stuck in the same situation;
jammed seatbelt.
circle of two hands
and one hastier than the rest;
in whatever shape or form
it always conforms
back to midnight from noon
and it’s too soon
to determine the monsoons
buried in metaphors,
the allegory of a door
representing the figurative
pathway to the highways
and byways of my brain-
the complexity. as it rains,
i'm brainstorming some more
I thank God for letting me live this day
and that's why from this day forward I will pray
I will pray and pray all day
Because I love God
and can't no one take that away
He's the slowest man we know
Why do I write?
When things are not alright
I'm full of fright
Yet trying to be polite
Thus, I keep it all inside
Wallowing in my own pride
But it all shows in my stride
The maiden walking down the crowded road,
Unknown, unlucky vessel for defeat,
Not seeing Cupid’s humble, red abode,
Is struck within, filling void hearts in heat.
Your call reduces my maturity,
Seduces the majority,
Of men who set foot in your lair,
With your seductive glare,
Your song sings of addicting lust,
Less of a need but a must,
I hate the way you look with your fucking green eyes glistening in the sun
That bump on your nose that makes it look like anyone can just ski right off of it
Tell me how you feel when the wind gets strong enough to blow you over.
Why do I try?
Taking in everything that's happened,
How do I forget?
It'll blow over and everything will seem fine,
Under these lip are surely words you wouldn't be able to see nor imagine.
Open your mind and let it close in
Let your eyes talk words that your mouth can't say
Imagine your touch could persuade others to stay..
When the lights are searching my pockets of darknessThose words that frantically chime in your earThey are still alive, they knew me wellI told them, you were a whisper
Ink to the paper
Paper to the ink
My mind lets loose
My feelings and emotions become free
It becomes easier to think
A little bit easier to breathe
A poem is a collection of my words
Let’s take a journey through time:
An unborn nation,
Develops from thievery, greed, and opportunistic visions…
Swish, swish, swish…
In search for new territory.
Bang, bang, bang…
I was a boy who was so confused.
I felt like a hopeless toy.
The joy starts to flow like the skies of my light.
It's hard to reminisce the battle wounds.
It guided me through my shame.
Justin Bieber with his pants sagging so low
touring round the world with pot to blow.
While little girls are following screaming his name,
giving our society a face of shame.
Justin Bieber such a shame
My great grandmother could not read and her daughter could not write. My mother passed me the pen and told me to fly. When I write, I unlock the diaries belonging to the hearts of all my mothers.
One call in the fall. A text in the winter.
You say you're at home but I see you out with her.
Must pain you a lot that we broke up.
Because 2 days later you two hook up.
One smile in the spring.
Hands lock,
fingers curl.
Eyes twitch.
Just a few of the many things
we do together.
When walking on the beach,
seagulls high above us.
People waving hello as we get higher,
What has this world come to? People too involved with themselves or should I say vain ... over consumed
Using others just to get by or too pretentious to just be themselves, flaws and all ... and not hide
Why close an eye on a stormy day?
Is it the fear that keeps you,
or within are you shy of the matter?
Ever flowing medicine that cleanses within.
Words.
All are taken, all are removed.
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?
Anticipation grips the air with unearthly forceAs the opposition stands with ready armsThe goal more than to inflict just harmAn ink laden sword holds more weight: endorse
Affixed on the sight of my final destinationMy eyes do not wander to the path beneath my feet.Though time has seemed to stopI travel silently onward,Forever aware of the coarse sand wearing away
My pen touches the paper.The ink slowly flows.The world spins idly byAs my story steadily grows.
When you feel like giving up,
And you just want to die.
Remember all the people you love,
And who would want you to try.
When everything is going wrong,
And life seems like a sad song.
How do you change a color of a rose?
When its color is already deep red.
Do you paint over its radiant shade?
Hoping that will stay when the right things are said.
What stops us from going after our dreams, desires, and hopes?
Is it the fear of disapproval, judgment, or fearing that you yourself are wrong?
Why is it that we live our lives in fear?
You are the moon and I am the sea,
Your constant changing faces,
Are always changing me,
When you show your full face,
We write to be heard,
it's the simplest of cases.
We're shouting with our voices,
but being ignored by everyone's faces.
We struggle to succeed,
and become who we're "supposed to be,"
They say the body is a temple.
A sacred home of an object of religious power,
meaning God has chosen it to be one of his homes.
A thought to live by, words to own.
The paradise child
Fell from convenience
Onto the concrete
The asphalt
Did not taste of sweetness
But of fear
The empty spaces between my fingers
Yearn for their matching pair…
Yours.
Fists clenched, mind set, eyes squeezed tight;
I start to remember
All the conversations once forgotten.
White hands
Veined like lined paper
Shivering, wavering,
Catching the paper demons
Engraved in the heart;
The mind;
The soul.
Oiled handprints smeared on walls
Mark the places memories once stood
I forever wander through emptied halls
Trying to reach you, if only I could.
Blank counters, layered in dust
Pale eyes
Blank face
Aching body sprawled on the floor
Crop circles
Formed from restless feet
The pipe leads the way to the motherland
Violent trembles calm to steady hands
Slowly
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
Just one quick motion,
One quick slit down the wrist.
That’s all she needed to ease her pain
She never considered how others felt
How I felt
I thought that I could light the darkness that grew in her heart
The first time you meet a boy
Hold his hand, kiss his cheek, and fall in love.
When he tells you that you are the only reason he has not killed himself,
Do not stay.
What is a poem? Really?
A page--blank without words
Words--bold, yet impossible without letters
Letters--lines, scratches, dots
So small, so miniscule,
Orange...
It's the color of you
You always wore it
It's the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
As our orange bookbags
I brighten the eyes of all
Make your mouth water
Scream for me at the doctor
Take me out
They shout
Save me
They say “yumm”
Put me away and take me out again
World without hate
Is one without fright
One where the darkness
Is diminished by the light
One where all people
Are happy at peace
And discrimination
Has finally ceased
A lack of thought dictates my eyes-
these eyes of despair.
So, I dissect the rusted window frame,
with my dry fingers,
looking for a way out, but I can't leave.
I look around for an escape and see a canvas-
To be crude,
To be rude,
Is something she never learned.
To be sweet,
To never cheat,
Was stamped into her mind and burned.
A perfect little porcelain doll waiting in an abyss,
I think involuntarily upon a distant shore,
That placard of choice is miles away –
Sweet child, I wanted more
Than tranquil hope speckled with a superfluous sea,
Gaspard knew before us all of the tremulous roar
If hope is the thing with wingsSoaring higher and higher into an expanse-less skyFlying far beyond the horizon's edgeI would that I had flamesTo scorch these wings
Blank screens and empty lines,Meaningless phrases typed outAgain andAgain and Again.While my mind is dull myHeart is screaming!Black silk dripping from scratches,
hands create the apperance,
words pour from my veins
imaginative for my imagination,
i can't even explain. The plane
that marks the x on the
spot is my treasure. The pen and my words.
When born God gave children a precious gift, <br> Through open eyes a new world floods within. <br> When sunrise is near our light starts to lift, <br> But darkness is my eyes, my own vile sin.
My hand, yes it hurts
but my mind hurts more.
Why do I write you ask?
Because I can't go back to how I was before.
I can't afford to be that girl
Who feels the need to end it all.
It was a question that plagued me even in my dreams and begged for a reply
Why haven’t we changed?
Obscure, it seemed it was, when a stranger approached me
To tell a story,
To sing a song,
To rewrite the words
of times gone by,
Or write of the times
that have yet to come,
To use our right
of freedom of speech,
To relieve our grief
This is for the child, So young, Who thinks his parents don't care. Who sits up all night wondering, And hoping he'll do them well. This is for the girl, So scared, beaten and abused.
I write to light up my mind, words on black ink turn to colorful images on this Earth we could never find. Something as simple as the sun rise, or the way someone expresses themselves in a reply.
I was first introduced
By a man named Dr. Seuss.
His rhymes helped me in the best of ways,
Especially if it was one of my worst days.
A real inspiration,
Gave me a good foundation.
I am from lipstick, lipgloss, and lipstain,
From Revlon and Covergirl, and from many other lip products.
I am from the bubblegum pink walls of my bedroom,
The heater that lined two walls of my room
You've always wanted to be a hero, an adventurer.
As a child, you probably had the fantasy of taking on some fantastic task or daring endeavor.
My life's purpose is to entertain and be entertained, the fundamental bottom line of art, itself.
I live to experience the wonderful nirvana of awesomeness that is the creativity of others
I'm just a girl who is trying to find the answers. Lost in the dark wanting to find the light, but I'm not alone here. Something is in the dark with me, something painful, sad, and depressing. He goes by the name of Misery.
Smoldered eyes stare back in a glaze
Her purple lips and skin like a maze
The icy touch of Death is bare
The color of death in her strands of hair
Her flesh now paler than snow
As she lie in her grave below
Proposed to my notebook with a pen in hand, sealed the deal with a handshake.Hoping maybe this relationship will function properly because it’s only so much rejection possible that a man takes.
Day by day
I felt like Im such a stranger
Creature in front of you
Meaningless I mean.
But sometimes
I felt like Im the luckiest girl ever
When you looked at me
Glanced I mean.
The youngest of six
The quiet child
The perfect daughter
The one who does everything right
She sits back in silence as she watches the fights
Hears the arguments
Listens to the cries
I hate the way you look at me
I hate it when you could see through me
I wonder why you're the only one I see
And everyone else around me is busy
I hate the fact that you were the only one who could understand me
So I'm finally reunited with my friend at long last, She is a close and dear friend from my past. Back then, everytime we talked was a moment of bliss, I was always thinking, "Man, it couldn't get any better than this." You see, back then I was
I want youI crave every part of youI want to know youTo know whoYou truly areI shall scour the earthAnd heavens if I mustTo gain your trustTo become halves made wholeThis is my only goal
The science of the heart is unknown to meRegardless, I believed in the feeling that is urged by instinctA feeling that could not be paintedCould not be wordedCould not be physicaly givenOnly experienced
Far away from this place,
Trees dance to gusts of wind
Kings have rein under grace
It’s too far from this place.
Over the peachy dawn,
Solid castles don’t fall,
The lion rests with a fawn
As he lied, she continued to beat
Those watching could only sigh,
The ordeal consumed him, he could no longer eat
His body, his will, appeared to be weak,
I love nights like
this when the sky is opened into my window
and the world comes trickling in.
I feel vines and tentacular veins pierce my skin
and it's okay because
yeah I'm not so tough as I look
If I were to lose you now
I don't know where I'd be.
You took your last bow
On the stage where you once felt free.
My tears would become streams,
With horrible feelings; the colour black.
Radio silence leaves us staring
Face down,
Into the belly of our being;
The lack of emintents conjure up our darkest thoughts
Unraveling our fraying seams.
We burst undone with favorless screams;
The darkness encloses slowly,
Circling my mind and keeping
Me from feeling anything.
Why am I always so alone?
Secretly weeping a river
Of memories to slip,
I was close
So close
To letting you go
Then you came back
Back into my life
Told me how you love me
How you've missed me
So I return those truths
Hope boiling over
Now I sit here
So There's This Guy....... <3
So there's this guy; he makes me laugh, he makes me smile and he just makes me happy.
I hate you. I want you out of my life. I lied.
I love you. I wanted to make things work. I tried.
Your actions as well as your words cut me deep.
Flowing words of love flow like music for you
Your barbed phrases tearing my defenses
Steal my light, my hope
Take it for yourself since I wouldn't mind it since it's you
Flowing words of love flow like music for you
Your barbed phrases tearing my defenses
Steal my light, my hope
Take it for yourself since I wouldn't mind it since it's you
The king of ‘em all.
I’m a hit ya with a tribute
To Biggie Smalls like Tylenol.
Straight from Crooklyn
Better known as Brooklyn.
That’s where I got my beats took in
You’re dry and I’m fly
In every way I let my confidence show/I was able to remember every inch that I grow/Came from the ability to live up to this day/Letting my feet move up another space/Trying not to curve off the path I set for myself/Still clinging to the hope tha
Through the eyes of the woods
gazing through the darkness they watch over earth as it sleeps.
Gently caressing the willow as it weeps.
She Weeps for the sorrow of a thousand long years.
No matter what, she was always sad.
Lost and confused, in her world that was never so glad.
With no sense of confidence, no hope in her heart,
her darkest hour was beginning to spark.
People pushed and shoved,
Lines tell stories
Lines tell stories.
Stories that are made up of twenty-six letters
Flipping and flopping are words that we can make out of twenty-six letters
A girl sits in this world
helplessly
waiting for a reaching hand
having no one to look up to
no one to understand
she follows the wrong things
growing up way to fast
her life is like danger
I write because I can express myself freely.
I write because it's a doorway to another world.
I write because it's my form of art.
Writing is my anti-drug.
Expressing myself with no ridicule,
What is it that gives a word power
Is it the tone of your voice, the way you emphasize, and prophesize
Or does it come from your soul, pouring out every second, every hour
Growling, prowling, and everything inside me… its seizure shaking
My whole body entwining with the movements of the wind, fire, earth... my soul quaking
Okay God,
what do I do now?
I've prayed and rebuked, but the feelings of everything cloud my mind.
It's not that I don't try, I won't lie, I do try...
But, peace never seems to pass me by.
Your love is not just love
Your love is that type of love that is unbreakable,
Let me explain ... See, His love is that type of love that will never give up.
Its unlike human love, which is conditional.
You had a bad relationship,
and try to put it in the past.
You think that you’re okay,
but the memories seem to last.
You have nightmares and bad thoughts,
that never seem to end,
My greatest friendship
Has lied within the tip of the pencil
That which moves
In many forms.
Syllables that dance around
The atoms of the paper
And rejoice
After every rhyme.
I write because I go through hard times
Family and friends are not always there
Most of my problems rhyme
I do not always share
People just look at physical appearance
sitting here all alone...No one to hold me tight.
As the frowning comes,the tears appear...the razor comes out...I notice, its clean
no blood, no skin, nothing
Friends run around the blazing heat
Capturing the sand under our feet
Screaming like we've lost it all
We'll party till the wheels fall
Seeing stars in our eyes
Not a care is given about how fast time flies
When in all despair, I go there
Waiting in the wings
Where heart will soar and spirit fly
Waiting in the wings
All goes dark on the scheduled mark
Waiting in the wings
Once in my hands,I did entreat,This tender appleI did eat. Oh glorious glory!Devine Defeat!What joy is mine,Since this apple I did eat.It's looks are beauty,Her taste is sweet;An angel from heavenBefore my feet.Her leaf is goldHer skin a rosy red,
I am lost in the wavesof this Magnetic field,where everything is North,yet nothing is. everything here is Deadbut has life, can't speak,although possesses voice, is Broken,but Loves with ImmeasurableElectricity. Afar off a television's static'
it all began a few years ago,
My eyes were opened, now i cant let it go.
It's my mom
she is the REAL bread winner in the fam
its a shame what she has for as a man
she works and works and nothing pays off
Sheila was the biggest girl in fourth grade
With skyscrapers as legs and eagle wings as arms,
She looked down at the rest of us, and liked it that way too.
No one ever told her what to do. Not even Ms. Johnson.
You want an idea of human rights,but are you ready to listen to the fights.Listen, listen carefully to my rhymes,about the absurd things occurring in prime time.You know about these absentees,
The release of words
Oh such a powerful thing
To express such joy or to ease the sting
Of the lives we have lived
Or the of the lives that have gone on to pass
The first day I saw you
I thought it was meant to be
But it had to be you
Who would turn me into what I didn't want to be
I had dreamt about you
Man it took me a while to realize
Shh... who goes there?
A little girl with the press and curl
What's her name?
She doesn't talk much, go ask such and such
I think I'm normal, but they think I'm different
Sleeping in can have its Pro's or like friends, it can be a foe. Having nothing to do can be gruesome. No friends to hang out with, no boyfriend to call, no side-kick to hang out with at the mall.
I miss you even if I don't know who you are.I miss your face and your voice and your smile and you.
Fumbled thoughts like fumbled fingers I'm tracing the irises of your canary eyes.
Oil painted sunsets the same shade as your eyes melded with mine, the ending or the beginning I cant really tell (someone make sense of this [me])
Seafarers speak of a mother,
yet do they mean the woman who bore them
or the blessed virgin whose child granted them salvation?
No, not they.
The one of whom they speak, they sing,
is angry, is cruel,
I don't write because it's my passion, that I would touch millions of souls with my mind, I'm not dying for that to happened. I write because it's my reliever. the pen as it moves acrosss the paper helps me to alievate the pain I suffer.
You cant escape the social websites,
So addicting, it's like flies to bright lights.
You try to leave, but keep coming back for more,
But you only come to view your friends Temple run high score.
Deleted talent you should not have wentIn my heart that beats there are a few dentsThe dark will be there forever moreAnd my pillow will forever be the cureEyes are heavy and the body is weak
Deep underwater
Remnants of the past twinkle
Trapping all who grasp for their comfort
The cold, unforgiving comfort
Of a wanted past
And a watery future.
Poems are different worlds of rhyme,
Of freestyle, meter and syncopated time.
They provide a method of escape - of retreat,
For poems allow simple words to make an entire universe complete.
A dream seems like such a harmless thing
but one day its bound to grow
with a fresh pair of wings
it flies and it flies high
far from reach and far from thought
my mind— is as b l a n k as this page—i am unmotivated, talking to the wallsuninspired— because the walls never talk back to me
Dreams may seem impossible to others
but threw the eyes of the dreamer
they're no more but a series of challenges
leading to our own hearts desires
We were raised to believe that we can be anything
Music
Clashing sounds
Rhythmic beats
All ensuing me
Revolving around my aurora
Till it finally enters my body, euphoria
Causing my internal energies to move, enigma;
People are ignorant, thinkng she wont run away into the cornfield
She screams, shes online, she hides under her protective shield
Shes hiding away in the cornfield
She posts, no one cares, her wounds unhealed
The sun casts its blinding rays onto the snow-covered ground to create a glittering reflection that has always reminded me of broken mirror shards.
(poems go here)Ser Inmigrante Mexicano no es cosa del otro mundo
Significa trabajar tres veces más fuerte,
dormir con preocupaciones,
vivir con sueños,
The floetry, the poetry
The words no longer flow like trees
The pain he felt, the more we see
The links of him down to her "v"
The moet she pours up as he
Feels that the love is all she needs
I write for the troubled young boys and girls
With shattered dreams
And broken homes
Those who depend on the streets to raise them
Guns to train them
And Friends to tame them
Drifting through the endless winds
Life seems nothing but empty words
I had hope to find something to keep me grounded to this reality
But it seems all that I found were more reasons to leave
As life goes on, we dwindle away,
From fighting and lying, everyday.
We place ourselves to lose the race,
By putting ourselves in a never-ending chase:
To be the best
To be number one
Someday you'll love me
Someday you'll care
Someday you'll treasure the moments we've shared.
Someday you'll learn,
love is not a game.
then you'll realize,
I'm not the same.
I remember his eyes,
Blue as the sky.
The way he held them tight,
when they would fight.
How he protected me,
as he pulled me from the door, when the gun shots went off.
You Walk Around With A Gun In Your Hand
So You Assume That Makes You Tha MAN?
You Disrespecting Your Mother So I Know You Respect No Other
But It's Respect That You Demand
Because You're "THE MAN"
It starts with a bang that goes around my head
as I try to work hard and get my daily bread
but I'm mislead as my face soon turns red
With a heavy sigh, I stride into the room.
A soft light, cold ground, gentle
Scent of perfume.
On a white chair, I take my rest,
Thinking on who I am,
Breaths moving my chest.
I’m always confined
By others who live merrily outside my cage
I’m alone and in this constant bind
Nothing, but me, myself, I and a page
It’s as blank as my future with nothing to find
I write because I was born in a place like hell
Where, I dare tell
Abuse is what my mother chose
After the finishing the bottle the anger arose.
There were usually some scars and bruises
Who are you?
A lover? A fighter?
Or the common individual aiming to succeed?
Whoever you are, you have a set of skills
Skills that allow you to take you anywhere in life
She say "look back at it" i say look forward. Looking back means looking at whats used. Looking back at it means remembering the anger and pain. Looking back at it means feeling this way every time i think about it.
I'm sad.
But I shouldn't be-
My life is
great.
But
I worry a lot-
about health,
money,
school,
and life.
Do I have goals?
Maybe.
Or I may just exist
I play tribute to words when I etch them onto my arm with a new black sharpie.
I doodle until I find it fitting to stop, but I never do.
My body becomes a canvas, my mind spinning with thoughs I cannot contain.
Peace.
It worked it's way into our systems
Taking it's host, leaving nothing the same
It spread itself through our communities
Faster then we could respond
You sicken me that time in my past,
when you played with me
like I was a puppet a show for all of hell
to see. My motions little,
my emotions running rapid
like the heart beat in my chest
These scars here are r e a l.
Seems as though I - Love - You , does'nt quite appeal.
But this is how I f e e l.
Like I could capture the whole world-right before your eyes.
Unknown to many
words are words
with power
with ink
with pixels.
A single atom
makes our words
an interest
a connection
a meaning.
I write for the art
Today,I am a poet.I can feel the wordsWelling up within me,LIke a smile I have not yet freed.
They say it's the gun that we should fear. But listen to this. This gun that I hold, listen to it, it cannot walk, talk, or feel. This gun cannot be held responsible for actions of a hurt heart.
Dreaming,
He came.
He had everything to give but his love.
He left.
Dreaming,
He came.
He had nothing to give but his love.
He stayed.
Prepare yourself,
For this will not be ordinary.
To express the way I feel
Is to look upon the people of this earth with a smile in my heart
To see the distraught
the unloved
the wanting
On the 13th floor,
picked up a penny
heads up--risked a full moon,
spilled salt over my shoulder
and hit a black cat full in the face--
space and time
were unaffected, but six hundred
love is not kind
it is not everlasting, nor unconditional
love will appear and vanish like a bolt of lightning in such a brief moment
that if not for the pain, one would question its existence
Late night thoughtsWandering lostThe wolf howls over the silence
Black hole heartEmotions exhaustWalking aimlessly through the dark
Stares for changeWondering costForest scrapes the tired skin
Why do I write?Is it because the wordsstop at the tip of my tongue?Is it because when I try to speak,nothing but a croak emerges?
I will not hold back, even if it's the last thin i do, i will stick to my plans and keep moving on, for I am sweet and caring in the outside world, but I am strong-willed at heart.
Taste of water
Stroke of sunshine
blossoming occurs
Petals painted with
vibrant color
growing gradually
Sun guides me
through the day
with a grin
with a sweat
Time,
Everyone craves it, everyone demands it,
But there is so much time out there,
An hour you say? That's more than enough time,
Wait no give me five more minutes;
Words are windows
From the past to the present,
From the present to the future.
They separate
Those of yesterday from those of today,
Those of today from those of tomorrow,
You are more than:
a weight
an age
a name
a race
a gender
or a stereotype
You are you
in a world of them
You have a future
You have a past
Why is it that the one person you try so hard to care about
Can't seem to get the message through their head?
Are they blinded by emotion?
Does you even matter to them?
Like a best friend,
Poetry is there.
It is always open,
And it is always fair.
Like a mother,
Poetry is there.
It will always accept you,
No matter what you dare.
I’m depressed
which is probably normal for a teenager suppressed from any social life
because I balance eight classes, seven school activities, eating, sleep, procrastination and more sleep.
I saw him standing there
All cool and suave.
For what seemed like an hour a glance we’d share.
And there he was.
He was an artist with hands big and strong.
He told her they’ll be together in the future
he told her he loves her
he wants her
and that this will never end
I scrapped my knees on a dirt road
and brought the filth home with me
Just so you'd clean me up and kiss me.
Answers aren't at the bottom of a whiskey bottle,
But misery is.
You're just a child whose been hurt,
And the world has hardened your heart.
2 a.m in a summer night im standing out side my backyard
its not cold its not hot ,the summer night skys cant be anymore clearer at this point
the smell of this darkets hour can do nothing more but enlighten me
My poor little orphaned country....
Nobody watches over you, nobody cares.
There's only a leader that sits back and stares.
You are left out in the cold, all alone to be attacked.
All the words between the pages
claiming my humble heart,
meek mind,
tattered soul.
My heart, I think, is soon to be
influenced by
swift words,
crafted lines,
touching stories.
When stress bothers where I lay,
a poem becomes the sweet lullaby that keeps it away.
When I am feeling something that is hard to express,
a poem helps me do my best.
When ideas are hard to put on paper,
..Put your thoughts into perception they becomes inception, confusion injected into the minds of young youth thinking they're enforced to do the very thing that ruins society yet it all begins with You..as a person, a parent, caretaker, or indivi
is not a deperesing one
like every body thinks
i think it is
but a colorful one
Life is amazing
no bounderies;
i live by none
no body to stop you
from living
or dying
It is the color from which we rise
The color of rich soil from a land uninhabited and fertile
That soon became home to innovative civilizations
The Americas’ first mathematicians, astronomers, and writers
it feels like years ago I had a dream no I had a nightmare a nightmare so terrible no one would ever want to hear
it took me 92 days to truly convince myself without any question that it was not just a nightmare
this had happened
Holy waters of the United States,
Wash away the cherry blood on his hands,
My voice calls out like David's precious lamb,
So lost in the valley of death and hate.
A light of chance with words you write it shows
Subtle hidden a closed gate yet now swing
Waiting without a mere thought to impose
Inked words never spoken somehow still sing
wake up one day take a look in the mirror
i have something to say my message must be clearer
i will not be a statistic so my think must stay logistic,
theres a lot of wrong in this cruel little world
The world has shut me out.
Told to never speak truths again.
My mind holds back my hearts true nature and shoves it in a corner of doubt.
My poor heart slowly becomes passive like a wild lion whipped into submission.
These words I write
Stress relieved
No rules
No pressure
Just me
Writing what I want
Haikus, limericks and more
Nobody to telling me no
My story is written
Forgetting for a second
Seconds, Minutes, Hours…Days,
Pass by.
Leaving memories and moments stranded,
Starving for closure that’s never received.
Beauty comes and goes,
What’s left is everything and nothing.
Little girl six years old
Watching her father walk away
Little girl so sad and alone
Looking for a way to understand
If you could change the world,
Would you really do it?
Would you risk your life,
Your dreams, your hopes, your joys?
If you could change the world,
Would you really do it?
Her words were harsh,
like a trigger being pulled.
But were they true?
We'd all like to know.
Her words were rough,
like the edge of a blade.
But they told a story,
Let's fall asleep,
Have wonderful dreams,
And never wake up.
Let's take a walk,
Have an adventure,
And never come back.
Let's cry a tear,
Have one sad day,
And never cry again.
It's been two years since my father passed away.
Your battle is now over, no more tears flowing down your cheek,
no more pain, no more suffering, now you are no longer weak.
Life has become to stray
Wanting to go away forever and a day
On time for the first bus ride
Just because you are trying to hide
You left because your parents hate
Honestly they didn’t want you to become bait
Life experiences shaped me but ain't mold me
Till this day, I still remember what people told me
Told me I'd never be anything
I'd never rise
But now as I look, I see there's a part of me missing
An uncontrolable urge
A mourning desire
Placed in my four chambers
Burning with intensity of candle fire
It's a mystery to what drives man
To do the things we are capable of doing
Today is goanna be the day
That they're goanna throw it back to you
I always wondered what it would be like to be loved
To have a strong heart
To say what’s on my mind
When life seems to be passing by
I new I couldn't let my memories fly
The beautiful sparkling water, the green trees, the views
The pains in this life, the trials, the hard times, the times of pure determination
I write to express the things I will never say. My thoughts of grief and joy. I write those feelings that others are wont to deny. I write when I feel broken, broken to where I am not certain of who I am.
These hands of mine
Carry the burden given by us all
The labor of surviving in the wild concrete jungle
Demonstrates itself in the form of sweat trickling
Pores widening, opening itself up to the world
So much talent,
And I know I have the energy
I see beauty in everything.
In every blade of grass
In every piece of trash,
I see intricacy.
The problem is finding the time,
The time to create.
There will be a day when you ignore someone you loved dearly.
There will be a day when you will never see who use to be your best friend.
There will be a day when you smile along with your worst enemies.
There will be a day when you ignore someone you loved dearly.
There will be a day when you will never see who use to be your best friend.
There will be a day when you smile along with your worst enemies.
Awake,
My breath slows and my palms chill to the breeze
Direction of his arms are curious
For I know not what is in store
A slight peck, or a ghastly getaway?
Eyes are closed to relieve the tension
Once upon a time
there lived a boy
Raised in neutral conditions
Had a favorite toy
Didn’t have a lot of thing
That he could enjoy
Always been creative
And would never destroy
He grew up
I write,
and who for, but for you?
I write for the twilights to come,
I write for peace among men, peace in their hearts and souls,
The wild nights, the worldly sights,
Unrelenting tears of muscle
That reshape itself and this is
labeled as getting in shape
To endure such tears you need
hustle
Hustle to finish what you have started
Pause
Now go back to living
Like my dad did on rice and grits
Lost many and gained few to none new buddies
I don't call them friends
Trust and depend on them first
To rip apart my back and front
PAIN IS
A stab in the back
Is Worse than being stabbed in the front
Why?
It is similar to being blindly robbed by friends
Accepting it without leashing white fury
So, we can live deliberately can't we?
Finding our missing piece
Missing piece of love and hope
Hidden within the deep well of a heart
Desolated once our purpose is completed
Hear and animate the next line
Breathing like each breath may be the last one
Sensational beats within that body Til...Dead
God blew breath into us
Gave two legs
Two ears, Two eyes, and Two arms
Zero worries about my fate for it is predestined
It does not mean it is alright to sit and wait for presents
Rather wasting time is wasting potential and life is thus compressed
Plagued with infidelity
She fornicates in rhythms and melody
Driven by jealousy
In search of intimacy so she lies next to him
She says it isn’t love but she says it wasn’t lust
First glance
of eyes
opening,
Learned life
while running,
Sorrow
through the
times hoping,
Eyes closing
soft and slowly
(I MAY SMILE AND LAUGH IN THE INSIDE
BUT IN REALITY IM BROKEN IN THE INSIDE
LOOKING FOR A CHANCE OF DAYLIGHT IN LIFE
AND TRYING TO HAVE A BETTER LIFE HOW I PROMISED TO FAMILY.
(every word that runs through my brain.
but will never show for myself for my action for every word.
but every moment i take is for you my love.
ur the motivation and sigh and emotion i can take out in a piece of paper.
Fond I am of restful thought during the wee hours of dark nights.
Closing lids of flesh to bring visions in to sights.
To no avail remaining sightless of vivid delights in mind.
Writing is my getaway,
Whenever I have a bad day.
Pen to page all day long,
To bleed it out and make me strong.
Rising to the top.
Just keep going; never stop.
Excited, sad,
Happy, mad;
Poetry defines what I am
It allows me forms of expression
Poetry is what I am
It is my personal show of emotion
I will remain silent
Just as soon as I get this off my tongue
Let me tell you
That I’m not the one
To conform
To the social norms
Set by society
I’ve been in poverty
I once fell in love with a dreamer
He exhumed me from the grave
I was digging myself.
Love was breathed into my hollow lungs
Oh, how I hung on so dearly to those arms,
pulling me out of my own grave.
My Brain, I want to shoot it.
My heart, I want to cut it.
For my feelings I don't want to feel one bit.
When these two things fight it out, it's hard to hear which one is screaming out loud.
I write because life is hard
It’s like a deck of cards
There’s no control of the hand you get
You just have to play and place your bet
If luck is good and your faith is high
I am a prince, born into a luxurious home,
I grew up to know what it’s like
To be a full-blooded royal, it’s a hard life to dislike.
It gives you a title of great power, like a lightning strike.
Tick-tock now, hurry up and go!
The gears of this clocksmith don’t grind themselves you know.
Is your beat good? How are your hands?
Are in proper shape? I don’t like relying on the hourglass sand.
I am looking for a long-term fulfilling relationship with Music.Primal in beat, with ascending crescendos of melodyPassionate in rhythm, emoting steady confident surety
They devoured her
They saw her with greedy eyes and decided to feast
They came upon her suddenly
She in all her glory
They covered in deceit
Wove illusions of inspired beauty
And stole from her
Just like birds sing,
Wolves howl,
Ants work
And people love,
I write because if i didn't
I would die
I write to express myself,
I write to feel,
I write to be who I am
Let me be the truth teller-
The word weaver-
The speaker of blunt truths that cut like knives.
Let me be the brutally honest
The ever-endless one who speaks her heart
And sugarcoats nothing.
A picture is worth a thousand words but a poem is priceless. Often mistaken, misconstrued, interpreted completely different from the intended, a poem is but its creator dispersing their innermost thoughts merely to descend.
It's the weekend and I'm creeping with some friends.
When it hits 7 o'clock my fun has to always end.
I must come home before father gets home.
Usually when he's home I wish that I was alone.
I don't think of myself as hard to please
I only pick my clothes a week before I wear them
I literally criticize my best friends about every pimple on their face
Which is why I don't have any
You see, my mind wanders into so many places and there are so many faces and places that I have so much to say about.
I have an addiction
My fix being these words
That I scribble
For any and all to see
My fix is not injected
Nor smoked,
For my instrument of intoxication
Is
My
Pen
Girl:
When I was 13 I "knew" what love was.
Love was handsome,and tall and played football AND drove a black mustang car.
I come from a land of glad
where no one is sad nor mad.
They have lots of good toys
for little girls and boys.
This land of glad I say
is not that far away.
'Tis like our land of cocaine and meth
When I feel empty,
lonely,
and depressed,
I find myself circling,
with thoughts,
of anger and distress.
A hole in my heart,
tears me apart.
Sometimes I don't know,
where I should start.
God had a plan.
From the foundation
From the beginning
When in his palms
He formed a man.
And that man
Would stand in his image,
Every part of him
Perfectly fitted.
I write of the stigma....of myself,
In relation to the outer world....I write of me walking,
In the middle of the changing world, and how I feel,
As the clock of my consiousness is at a standstill....still wondering,
babe you runnin
on my mind all day
you got me not knowin
what to do next
thinkin like is he gonna
come home tonight
cleanin and stressin
bout us and rent
Like fine silk slipping through cool hands
The words flow from my fingers onto paper
The ink drawling across a sheet of white
Like a skater on ice
Thoughts and emotions
Heart-felts and heart-breaks
If I knew what my ancestors were like.
If I knew which ancestor I take after the most.
That's what I have always wanted to know.
Please, be my words; I know it sounds absurd
But you got my lips moving
Forming sentences—I’m improving
On finding my voice; to speak on my choice
In this case, it’s you.
I refuse to put my hair up this week.
I have bruises on my neck and throat and shoulders.
It hurts, oh God it hurts.
Stay silent
Sit straight
Perfect hair
Perfect teeth
Perfect body
Perfect house\perfect friends `
Perfect parents
Perfect! Perfect! Perfect!
He speaks words of wisdom, love, and joyfulness
peace is his home and he roams with grace as his swagger
looking in from his window he is ordinary to the hues of the human eye
Poetry’s the motivation
Poetry’s the conversation
Poetry’s the words that you can’t express
Poetry’s the friend that spills words onto the page
We got Acrostic
Epitaph
Classicism
And Doggerel
My parents always told me to further my education,
But they never told me that people wouldn't accept it
They told me to love other,
But they never told me they wouldn't love me
Why not write a world of art?
With material abound,
One word after another,
This writers speeding thoughts come together.
A few strokes, a big practice.
The life line of communication, business,
I grab my pen and I escape,
My own world begins to shape;
All my struggles fade away,
Vivid colors replace the gray.
Listen to the heart of the bass
The beat of the rhythm
The taste of the lyrics that flows so smoothly through the tunes of nature.
The music that makes my heart dance and my lips sing, sing the song of melody.
I was waiting for the light to turn green when a fragile, tiny leaf fell onto my windshield and started to dance across like a Russian Ballerina, delicately and flawlessly spinning before it flew away with the breeze.
She was sixteen when she first started
I've never seen someone so unique and bighearted
The reasoning for her chronic smile was quite effortless
She wrote poetry in a manner so burlesque
The theatre is all I know and love.
I pour my pain into a role, hoping it will cease.
But it never does.
It's a curse to be an actor.
It's not glamorous. It's not happy.
It's not fame. It's not money.
Dear You,
Since you all I’ve been able to hear are shots,
For each glass that I’ve learned was a plot.
Caught up in a YOLO generation,
And dehumanized by your melanin fixation.
This right here, is America
A land carefully constructed atop an intricate foundation of lies
With a Society that'll quietly step over bodies of those who were victims of pardoned crimes
feelings can be hard to keep hold of sometimes
it's sorta like when i was younger and i'd try to chase the moon from the car's backseat
The sun bursting through
Dense clouds of despair and doom,
Is this turn of time.
The work completed,
The pat-on-back I needed.
Freedom without crime.
All is not lost
Blossoms bloom through frost.
Can’t the impossible be just a myth?
Did not David beat Goliath?
Everyone faces trials,
Fear, doubts, and denials.
Grin and bear it.
As we grow up our hearts grow colder, with every beat we become older. Before we know we have wasted our lives in foolish things that are not even worth our time.
I am thankful for having a car, when there are people who have to wake up awfully early to take a bus or walk miles and miles to get to work or school.
I see this means so much to you
You’re afraid that it will touch you
But why it’s just my skin
It carries no thorns to prick you with
It carries no knife to stick you with.
It’s just my skin.
He was young, you were young. You were friends were you not? So why did you go and do such a stupid thing? You ended his life, you ended your own too. Was there a reason? Shed some light please!
i grew up as a sista, round the brothers
the kids who get pissed ya, bout their mothers
livin still with mom and dad
somethin i once had
he was quite the father, then times got bad
Like The Lord,
I get bored,
always gettin ignored,
cause my words
Have been poured
down your vocal chords
N you can’t afford
To take what you stored
To put toward
for a new bulletin board
These Hateful Hands and its Hateful Heart
A galaxy of thoughts
Rushing through my head
As my trembling, pitiful hands
Sought what was ahead
The fairy with the broken wing
That loves to write,
That loves to sing,
That can't seem to do anything right.
Words spoken are a beautiful sound,
But those written scream out.
We met back in sophomore year in Spanish.
Considering that we both hated taking Spanish and were the new kids, we instantly clicked.
You always made me laugh.
Heavy hearts filled with heavy stones,
We try to walk tall against the pain,
Thrashing in thick mud as we tread along,
the fog is smug and unforgiving,
clouding our vision.
Stupid me? Shame on me?
I thought you were telling me the truth when you said that you love me.
His long neck around her own
She gasps for air in short breaths
Her bottem lip caught in his beak
is starting to bleed and drip onto his
soft and white feathered body, which lays
upon her own soft body.
the sun
the sun is very bright
its hot like a dynamite
the sun is large
its bigger than my garage
the sun
Teachers assign us books to read
Most people don't take heed
Because we know we won't need
The knowledge in them someday
I fear for the future and what it may become
for I am lost in a time warp and fight to not succumb
to fall into the pressures of what society wants me to see
to trade in my morals and dignity...that's what they want me to be.
I fear for the future and what it may become
for I am lost in a time warp and fight to not succumb
to fall into the pressures of what society wants me to see
to trade in my morals and dignity...that's what they want me to be
Fire escapes are
useless
—until there’s
a fire.
But what is
a fire?
Is it just that
spark from a match?
Getting good marks in exams makes one happy
Eating ice creams makes some happy
Splurging money on shopping makes others happy
Our parents become happy to see their children happy
They have been sleeping for countless years.
They live to teach they live to educate
Through the attentive doors come the mad men.
To throw their knowledge into the fiery den,
The assault rifle bursts
Punctured the pristine façade of each and every
Window, door, and walls or the vehicle of life
Piercing the veil of false security that we all live behind
BANG! A shot shatters the silence of night and tears open the chest of a 16 year old boy.
His body hits the sidewalk that he walked for the majority of his life.
They see a monster, but I see perfection
He saw content, but I saw an injection
Where do I go when I need Protection?
Judgment sees bruises but I see affection
So I been alone, left out of this world, without knowing were to go but trying to consider what is left of this world.
If I cannot write
There is an emptiness inside me
The hopeful beacon of light
I am no longer able to see
Words are my salvation
The only things in which I truly believe
See, words begin and end
Drained.
Life has been drained from me.
Care.
I don’t anymore.
Live.
Something that is getting harder to do.
Be.
Something I just can’t anymore.
Every day passes much faster than expected,
And this can make it hard to notice what is neglected.
Such as old friends, relatives, or mentors that you used to admire,
You don't know what to do
But that's okay because nobody knows
Just let the sun shine on your skin
And let the clouds carry you there
Let it all in
And don't block anything out
You push him down
you call her names
causing so many frowns
and so much shame
Why do you need
to push and shove
is it from greed?
or a lack of love?
I like every poem.
At least, I've never met a poem I didn't like.
It's not that every poem resonates with me
or that I enjoy every poem;
it's just that saying,
"I DON'T LIKE YOUR POEM"
Something dangerous lurks in the shadows
It’s gangling grotesque figure lets out an eerie cry of warnings
Night after night
Hiding it’s sunburned flesh
It creeps in the shadows
I’m afraid of the dark
(poems go here) This morning the rose settled
on a dead pine, distinguished
with the color of smoke.
Remember the red fire.
millions of screaming
ghosts beg for your
attention to their
names long forgotten,
to their lives lived out long ago, in
misery and rejection
for years, just because of
a small difference
Why can't dreams come true the minute you want them to?
Oh, I remember why.
It’s because if everyone’s dreams fell from the sky,
there wouldn’t be a reason why.
We're just watching time pass
Sitting around
Being clowns
Playing with the rules
When we're all bound
To do great
So why wait?
Why sit around & contemplate
on our already planned-out fate?
It’s smooth, curvy, and cold to the touch,
It’s an unimaginable feeling that escapes in an instant
Because one day it’s there, the next day—gone.
Only eagle eyes spot it;
Only the earth knows its hiding place.
We are taught
In this life
To keep breathing
To continue with moving motion
Of our hands correlating with our feet
parading helplessly through
the streets of wherever it is we call home.
Sometimes certain situations are just so hard to deal with, other situations are easy, but the hard ones teach you a lesson in life, weather its for the worst or the better.
I, myself, draw the line.
Neither bounded by chains or by reckless thoughts,
flooded by the ignorance of those unaware of my flow.
Is it the way that I speak which inflicts fear on Man?
This place I am, it is horribly dark.
Yet, here I will stay. I am a flightless lark.
Motionless I’ll lay.
Please, take me away.
I need this to stop,
For these yearnings to drop.
Do you want to know how I feel? There are butterflies swarming around my stomach at all times of my existence. My bones shake and my heart rate goes through the roof.
It was a tale of two
She was Hip
He was Hop
They met in a frequency
That no other knew of
At a pace so fast
That they left others behind
Since that moment
They stood hand in hand
I often look to the yellow lillies in the garden on campus
Friends pass me and time shifts
Is it not the success that people want?
Or perhaps it's the driven motive in which we attempt to strive
Unjust it truly is,
Once I opened a fortune cookie
Inside there was unsurprisingly hidden
A little slip of paper
It read:
“To love and be loved is like feeling the sun from both sides.”
I imagined what that must feel like . . . .
A poem of love,
A poem of hate,
A poem of happiness,
A poem of distrust,
A poem of self.
Emotions,
lust, lies, love, hope, disbelief;
I don’t go to church anymore,
there’s no sleep for the restless.
I spend my days with a crooked wishbone,
the meat still sticking to it,
and our shed smells like the gasoline
that burned out of me years ago.
Dark shadows cast among the single mind, reluctant to cease and cloak themselves in light.
The eyes that refuse to close and narrow instead
The weight that those eyes produce pushes the shoulders forward, the head down.
Strongly serious Yet extremely hilarious Eating my food When I can't quit finish Don't care about germs What if I had worms Ur stubborn and pig-headed But at least you like bacon Roses are red Violets are blue Poems are hard Especially about you
On a beautiful spring day, a child was born.
The whole family gathered ‘round at the sight of the baby, so adorn.
When I close my eyes,
I can see his slowly fading away.
When I touch my wrist,
I can feel his blood clinging to my skin.
When I hold my hand to my chest,
I can feel his heart beat,
Slowly Fading Away.
Character
Deep within the focal point of your exterior lies character.
Character yet to be defined,
Character that has ceased to be be intertwined...
You see darkness in my eyes
The pain in the tears that I cry
you used to hold my hand
but that has come to and end
All that I ask is that you don't judge me in the end.
Cold metal is no longer terror,
‘Till cold metal becomes warm,
Cold metal is her weakness,
Yet a friend that always warns.
She was a tree
Not because she was strong and sturdy
But because of her inability to keep her thoughts together
They fell like leaves on the sidewalk to be trampled by those who passed by
I am the breath of life in everyone
If not for me there would be nothing new
In present, past, and future I can run
Under my protection is where earth grew
Why write a poem?
Why,
Why,
Why,
Is that all we ask?
Why go to school?
Why stay at home?
Why is it hot?
Why,
Why,
Why?
WITH LOVE
First off coach I would like to say,
You have made me who I am today.
Without your guidance; or words of wisdom,
I would not look at the world the same.
Abriet macht frie
the gate had said,
those who entered
new they were dead.
Yellow stars
on their shirts,
made adults
and children hurt.
Everything
that took place,
the mass killing
You chose the path that could not be returned
Because your roads were too steep
No looking back and without second thoughts
Your soul closed its eyes to sleep
It was your body we put in the ground
Chiquitita I am sorry
That you are blue and black
That he’s taught you that all you have worth
Is your body
And that you think that you are dumb.
Chiquitita it’s alright to cry
If anything is free in love and war
then you and I will always soar
to the sky and then beyond
together forever and even more
who knows how long this bloom will last
but to know means that it went to fast
Missing you is me
Loving you is free
being true is easy
but not completely
today is a given
and tomorrow is never known
so be happy
and let yourself be shown
I’m from that delicious solitude.
It looks crowded in the happiest times,
and empty when sadness crawls.
Music is my life
Some would say it is my wife
I will attend school for music education
To get out of my current situation
Music is a little seed
That is now easy to read
His night is rough and bleak
Tears run down his cheeks
As the rain pours and slaps the ground
His father hits him, yet he doesn’t make a sound
For he knows the consequence of yelling
Tick Tock
The bell screams
I wait...
and wait...
And finally the show begins.
HIs lip quivers with thoughts
HIs eyes staring, imploring with the deepest green
It's only a moment, yet I feel it
It's that aching feeling
That rush
That spark in your pupils.
As you look up, you see that man.
He's commanding every soul in the room.
How though? How can it be.
Apparitions of my innocence appear to me
Sincerely I can say I miss those days dearly
Back when I was young and couldn't see the world clearly
I'm screaming warnings to a ghost hoping that it's hearing me
Life feels empty
When you're not there.
All the twinkling stars
So full of despair
Life feels tragic
When you're not around,
No hope, no happiness,
Head facing the ground.
Jaw clenched, eyes shut, trapped in this nightmare
that’s very much my reality.
Everything that’s mine is no longer for me,
everything I want is far out of reach.
In my sleep, I dream of my every anxiety,
I was born out of two genocides.
The first of European colonization the destruction of my Aztec bloodline,
by my blonde hair green eyed grandfather making me Mexican,
being that I was born and raised on our fertile land...
In the penetrated sky i await
For the delicious prey to reappear
I ready the unforgivable bait
And lure the wandering target thats near.
The sweet dulling scent of loveable food
A heart lies in fragmented pieces
A family has fallen apart
All of the sweet taste in life ceases
Teenage life comes with a hopeless start
Tell her you love her.
Go ahead.
Do it.
Tell her ten times a day.
A hundred times.
Until she believes it.
You’ll know because she’ll cry at the idea
of losing you.
(poems go here) Hey there, need a lift? Pick me up high and swift. Carry me to the next class in line, see you in just a short time.
What is loneliness?
One might ask
Is it a black hole?
Destroying
Annihilating
Everything around it
Leaving nothing behind
Bang, bang.
No sleeping tonight.
The Sand Man won't come,
No child will dream.
Blasphemy on sight.
There are all kinds of mustaches
With different character and purpose.
Some are grown as thin as eyelashes,
Others look like little squirrel corpses.
Whether they are long and feathered
Or small and grotesque,
At the point of no return. crashing falling soon to burn. my minds a crumbling abyss, amiss at my fingertips. loosing, lost. struggling at what cost? life is empty, that triggers tempting. transformation, this sick sensation. justification?
The grin
Simple and complete
Used as a saving light
Or maybe for sin
The sneer
Quick an decisive
Filled with anger
This is nothing to fear
Hiding in a mug
Or crawling under a rug,
Is the life of a bug.
Things are so snug,
And slow paced like a slug,
That is the life of a bug.
Stuck in a jug,
Full of countless drugs.
Whole room grew quiet as your mother cried.
"He's been killed," they said, "execution style."
She'd just found out her first-born son had died,
Crime scene so gruesome and bloody and vile.
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,
Fuck love, I’m tired of trying.
Feel like I’m dying.
A black hole where my heart used to be,
Since you took it from me.
You ripped it straight from my chest,
Made it hurt in the most torturous ways.
BAMB! was that the door? I heard my heart thud in my chest.
my chest, so shaken up, my throat so hard to swollow.
clinching. my hands and teeth. just hearing the scream.
PLEASE STOP!
Like many summer months in bloom,
promising life, light, love
When the sun would hug you in its warmth
and caress your hopes with gentle rays
of bright light and subtle praise
How does one see themselves as less than a human?
Do we not bleed the same blood?
Do we not walk the same earth?
Is there such a thing as acceptance?
Acceptance before death.
The night is dark, and I can see
Quite plainly, now, the two or three
Or four or five of them that come.
Oh, how I wish that I were numb
To all the things that soon shall be.
And what will have become of me
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.
I realized today that I don’t love you.
It’s kinda sad to say, but I know it’s true.
I ran away from this, because you’re the one who.
Saved me.
My world is inconsistent.
All of us are far too absent-minded
to fix it, too indifferent
to care about any sort of intellectual
growth. We become strangely detached
and all we are left with is the cold.
The stars of 50 states reflected in the sky
The eyes of American people filled with tears to cry
Oh Nation of the Free! Oh Home of the Brave!
Your shining gleam of hope has now begun to fade
What I hear is not aggravating but pleasing the way she is played
She gives my heart a beat and has me loving the way
She sings the melody to her rhythm
I then tune in and listen to the sweet chords that she’s “givin”
Love is us
Sometimes i think words have difference definitions because love is you.
When i look in your eyes its like im on vacation sitting by the pool like your eyes are blue.
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...
Times a wasting and I'm running out of patience then again more like out of time. The clock tells the story and lipstick on the glass still there so you remain on mind.
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
I hate when you’re gone
It seems like you’re so far away
I begin to forget each contour in your face
The way you flex your jaw when you’re angry
The cologne you wear
Or if you’re even real.
I’m writing this poem because I thought of you
Sometimes I don’t know what to do
All I ever do, is think about you
Somewhere deep inside my heart
You always know how to make it start
I know we may be miles apart
You know i can't live without you
I know this can be a clue
I will do anything for you
My heart is in your hand
I hope that will forever stand
You’re someone special to me
Like it was meant to be
The night sings its lullaby as the dreamer falls asleep.
She dreams of a sweet surprise, faster her heart seems to beat
She wakes up to the glowing stars that are painted across the sky;
She's standing there, all alone... She doesn't know where to go.
Can you hear her crying? Can't you see the way she's dying!?
He was lying, she was trying, but all that happened was this fighting!
Your short, im tall
Your hearts big, mines small
You make me laugh, sometimes im cry
You like to smoke, so we get high
I tell you things, you always listen
Were almost their but somethings missin
everybody is looking for LOVE
but we wind up with PAIN
it's not peaceful like a DOVE
It's more like a thunderstorm mixed with hail and RAIN
I noticer her in my dreams,
I find her in my mind,
Only true beauty I see with my own two eyes.
Love is the key,
The key to my destiny,
providing the beat to our everlasting eternity.
Music is my air.
Without it I would live in despair
.
Happy or sad , it keeps me going.
Listening ,dancing and forever knowing.
I need it to survive the night.
Its there for me through every fight.
Why was it that I could not look at you without smiling the rest of the day?
I would walk by the corridors gazing at the distance, seeing no one but you.
Your laugh, your smile, your voice, all charmed me.
I want to be lain in the skies above…
Endlessly floating into oblivion beside a million dying stars.
I long to be cradled by the billowing mists and blanketed by the sun’s rays…
Kissing and marking my bare shoulders
Suddenly, an explosion,
a burst of noise
tore the space.
Either side
of the place,
divided by spit and air, the unexplainable
and those who think themselves
worthy enough to explain.
To be is to be
What you naturally are.
What you naturally are, truly be.
That is to be, to me,
What you naturally are.
Growing up, you plan a life for yourself, but how can you be sure?
I'm so unsure.
One day, things seem to be going great! But you don't know what will happen next.
I'm so unsure.
We are all one
but we live as if divided
we share the same pain and shed blood for what we belive in
Yes we all have issues but let us not incorporate that into violence.
You don't where I come from
You don't know what I've been through
You don't know how many nights I
Stayed up crying for you
You just think this is a game
But you're the one to realy blame
Running down a dirt street
With my bare feet
Holding on your hand
As tight as I can
And never letting go
Running from my past
And going to the future
Running through time ain't a bad crime
"Go away," the guard says to you.
But you beg and flatter your way in any way.
You look around, beaming at all the shining pieces.
You pick them all up, pouring out complements as you go.
From the day the boy and girl met
he promised her he’d love her
“till she was greeted by death.”
He prayed that day would never come
and only thought of it with horror.
And she loved him.
True beauty is shown on the inside and out
But the worlds standards fill girl's heads with doubt
Through magazines, commercials, and billboard ads
It causes girls who don't look that way to feel bad
I guess I was half-expecting the sound of fingernails to fill the room,
but I decided to let myself drown in the silence
sink to the bottom
until looking up was my last option.
Tear down your burgundy
Oh heartless one
As I reach forth to you
Fear me, as I have the atrocity of pain
For this insanity shall gain over me
Pour down your blood into this pit of misery
(Thank you thank you for your sacrifice
I appreciate everything you did in your life
From the Kings to the X's and the Parks of the rose
Yes Mr. Martin I hope you marching
While Malcom starts up the show
Consideration
Integrity
Values
Independence
Lively-hood
Respect
Innocence
Generosity
Hope
Triumph
Success
Did the movement really end?
The feelings, tensions, all amend?
Or does separation still exist?
Hatred and doubt with a twist?
The current world presents ignorance,
Prevalent distrust, shouting for guidance.
Did the movement really end?
The feelings, tensions, all amend?
Or does separation still exist?
Hatred and doubt with a twist?
The current world presents ignorance,
Prevalent distrust, shouting for guidance.
Shoes against pavement,
Head towards the ground,
Trying to keep out the noises,
Trying to keep out the sound.
What our we fighting for
Can anyone answer?
The battles is on going just like the fight against cancer
But why do we travel on a road that never ends
Losing countless nights of sleep and burying countless friends
What did they fight for, Those brave souls marching in the streets?
They wanted equality and justice, These two freedoms guaranteed.
Facing power and gunfire during their fight
I wish my phone would ring
I call home, waiting alone, dial tone screams
my mind's cold behind this blindfold of space and time
I can't escape it I'm
waiting
and like a fine rope this line holds
Slavery is equal
Revenge is justice
Life or death
Where’s our breath
We run on feet
We curse with tongues
Hateful words we spray
Vengeance we play
Extra!
A boy yells from the sidewalk
Handing out factual ink
In exchange for a dime.
Extra!
"Black Man Sent to Prison."
Intellectuals are confused.
He committed no crime.
Extra!
Rain
Oh, temporal rain, why must your cloud our days and future so far from near
is it hatred this unending vicissitude of yours I fear
First you start, and then you stop
plip plop plip plop
The destruction it leaves
the people who grieve
Is it worth it to have
a weapon that leaves people so sad?
We need them to hunt
we need them to survive
but some people just have them
A father, a mother
It didnt mean anything
But the thing is
They yelled, and fought
Leave him alone, hey
Pretty sharp in his crumby way
But what does it mean?
He must've been drunker
Skin – Chelsea Nelson
Was it my skin that made me a sin?
That made me hated by the white men?
Or was it that brother
Full of soul and color raising his fist higher than any other?
Through my eyes, I see warriors, fighting for battles in unity.
Fighting for color, fighting for peace, and for rightful humanity.
No guns, no knives, just armed with souls that weep for equality;
Superior? Infereor?
What are these words I hear?
You assign them to races,
To put them in their places
I am the epitome of a starving artist
I read poems under the light of the moon
and I guess you can say I want everything a little too soon
There are some things girls just didn't know they didn't want to know.
Like the way you didn't know you didn't want to know what your parents were doing while you were sleeping Christmas Eve.
Hate litters the street
tripping cause the feats are too large
packing people in clubs like clown cars
traveling far on an illusive high
trying to get by, leading to windows down
I pull into the wooded area, marked with a sign
With tear-filled eyes, I find what was once mine
Chills run down my spine as my car slows to a stop
I glance to my left and my stomach drops
Go. Strive. Live your life
Don't stop. Have faith
Keep on. Hold tight
Move foward. Move on
Speed up. Live strong
Keep it up. Get it right
Don't hesitate. Unite
A glossy picture tilted on the wall
My life portrayed within a snap
An infinite second captured
Forever engraved, perfect
To make a choice
In a second the picture can alter
It's such a drastic change
Always in constant wonder of everything
But especially
The sun, the sun, the sun
Bright, warm, fantastic, beautiful
Few words can describe the feeling it gives me
It fills my heart, my mind, my body
Time
Is a simple word.
A loaded word.
A mysterious word.
A frightening word.
Time
Speaks to the unknown.
Unhindered, unafraid
It transcends understanding, escapes comprehension.
Fake chains and white Tee's,
pants hang low to our knees,
but we got to keep making this cheese,
So we surviving up our own community,
WE,
chop that crack,
WE,
sell that weed,
WE,
Can you bring light to the dark?
The darkness creeps in holding fear and regret,
Fear can grab you and take you away from you natural life.
Regret will make you seem as if you’re worthless and have no meaning.
What have I done wrong,
For you to mistreat me this long?
Am I annoying, rude, horrible, or cruel?
Or do you simply view me as a tool?
Am I everything that you hate?
Perhaps to be friends was already too late?
Mature
Unfurl new wings,
Anxious to taste freedom,
Yet afraid to take the first leap,
Adult
