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I’m in the vast desert,
calling for help every chance I get,
but nobody can hear you when you’re in the desert.
I’m nearly dying from the heat,
dehydrated,
Sometimes moving on can be one of the scariest things that you force yourself to do,
But it is the only way that you can move on and try to see things through.
Bathed in my warm light
Leaching out degrees, last thing I heard
Was you calling goodbye in flight
Leaving just your memory, dim and blurred
Numb to my own existence
I am the one nobody comes for
No one’s friend
Here In this school yard
I walk apart
Walking home was briefly peaceful
Remember that time you tried to hurt me?
That day when you put your hands on me?
That day when you took away what was once so precious?
What possessed you to rip away the soul of a child?
That kid was so innocent.
Dear Friends, Family Members, Lovers, Ex-lovers, Coworkers, Children, and others of those of us with Borderline Personality Disorder,ymmm may be frustrated, feeling helpless, and ready to give up. It’s not your fault.
I wasn’t born in a position like you.
Your hair is short, shiny, luscious with a hint of golden-brown highlights.
My hair is long, dull, and black.
Your skin is soft, and ever so gentle.
Her eyes wander in utter forlorn
Wandering across the ink that adorns her face in blotched stains of red
Crying rivers of disgust as her clouds are evident through the fake pigment she hides behind
I was strange/
Books and papers were my pleasure/
Unlike the kids who wanted treasure that one could not afford/
The shelves overflowed with my stories/
Honesty!
It’s all a lie, it’s all a lie, it’s all
me.
Mandy, it’s me.
I looked in the mirror.
I could finally see—
past, present, future,
as clear as can be.
Me.
Do you know that feeling?
Like when an app on your phone updates automatically.
When you scroll through your phone you get this subtle feeling.
That something is different.
Not better or worse.
Never Be The Same
I will never be the same as that girl the past three years
Because of that girl, I've been living in fear
Because of that girl, my future won't be clear
Many mistakes have been made
Almond Eyes,
searching for a piece of herself,
in a round-eyed town.
Her identity uncertain,
I felt hollow,
out of place, different.
I felt like an alien.
I felt like an outsider.
I was color and they were white.
I was curvy and thick.
They were of 'normal' shapes and sizes.
I have done it before
I won’t do it again
I don’t know my limits
But I’ll pretend
This world that doesn’t revolve around me,
A disorder that's rare, diagnosed at age six.
Causes fear to my family, oh God's little tricks.
Brain tumors and pain, with surgeries to come.
Eleven was my first, I have scars that are from.
There is nothing wrong with my brain
I am just expressive,
I show a lot of emotion,
That doesn’t mean that I’m ‘different’ it means I’m different.
Different from you, from her, from the whole world.
go through the motions
with no empathy
I lack all emotions
I live like a tree.
rooted in one place,
while others move on.
I don't understand.
or know how to love.
I give it my hardest
The letters across my back
shout the truth so urgently
so vividly that no one can deny.
The world so clearly seen from behind.
But in the front, a hollering silence
fills the void, even those of gifted ears
Reflection
September 10, 2018 ~ Monday
Wake up one day
Staring into the face of someone I don’t recognize
Are those my eyes or hers
Swimming through my lake of thoughts
I gaze and then behold,
The dreams are singing, and hopes are ringing
The young and also the old
Just like Father,
With strength in my shoulders,
Compassion in my veins,
Others in my thoughts,
I am one-track-minded.
Just like Mother,
With determination painted on my face,
Brightness,
Five leaps of electricity
Bringing darkness into the light
Giving sight unto the blind
Banishing shadows into the oblivion
No questions asked
Not a statement more
First week of freshman year; the hallways were bright
before the bullies mapped their routes
and made it nearly impossible to get to
the good vending machines.
An occasional shove into a locker wasn't the worst
Light and dark
Good and bad
Happy and sad
Sun and moon
Ground and sky
You and me
What all do these have in common
They are separate,
But together they
Make one functional system
Light and dark
Good and bad
Happy and sad
Sun and moon
Ground and sky
You and me
What all do these have in common
They are separate,
But together they
Make one functional system
Come in, sweet friend!
Speak to me in calm whispers as I study the kindness in your heart.
Your brown eyes fade from my memory as you slip the knife into my back.
I learn there is none.
I have food,
but so do you.
I have clothes,
but so do you.
I have friends,
but so do you.
I have a family,
but so do you.
What makes us so different?
Dear world,
You always tell us to be ourselves.
It is a cliché that has been used and spoken of and heard more times than it has been understood.
You always tell us to do what we want.
He was different.
But what came with different
Was a handful of arguments
Mixed with the worst feelings.
The trees are dancing now, can’t you see? The melody of their dance is the wind
They sway and bow like they’ve done this before; cause they have! Every time the music starts
Dear friends,
I believe in love, I believe in might
but I'm beginning to lose my sight
of everyone around me, everyone near,
everyone who might be close to hear
that I'm losing myself, losing me
I finally had an excuse
to message you today,
i waited so long with my heart
jumping out of my chest with
each minute that passed.
I checked even though I got no notifications
because
What's so bad in being a lonely star?
I know it's a rough start
But I've chosen this path
I'm a shiny star
In the middle of sameness
At least i have oneness
With the maker of my star
There’s black everywhere
I can’t see a thing
Why did it have to happen to me?
I was an artist
Now
I’m just blind
I WAS
A walking,
breathing,
living shadow
Never standing out in a crowd
Always behind her...second place
Snow White doesn't stay in a house.
She doesn't depend on a variety of dwarves who grump about.
She goes outside.
And she shows the world how she can freeze hell over with one stare.
Snow White doesn't stay in a house.
She doesn't depend on a variety of dwarves who grump about.
She goes outside.
And she shows the world how she can freeze hell over with one stare.
I used to fear
What I didn't know
I used to worry
About my future
I used to cringe
At the thought of love
I used to think
All guys
Were the same
Then you
Came around
I look around me
All of my family
As if they were
Fresh white paint
On a wall
I am a black smudge
On that wall
I am different
From them all
I look at my friends
Some people's idea of happiness consist of tender moments with another.
Other's consist of a smokey room full of friends.
Other's, of piles of money and days full of laziness.
I thought I knew
I was sure I was cool
The summer fun had passed
And then there was school
Low and behold out of the blue
Next time you see me, I may look the same
The same short blonde hair framing a pale face
The same bright blue eyes behind the same lenses
But don’t be fooled
Parus~The name with too much originality-no meaning. I've perfected the art of making definitions for it , but I like the definition of the darkness, that's what fits me best.
Today I am, Tomorrow I am not
What am I, the world wonders
Just like a movie, my story is cut
Gone, they think I am, where is he?, they ponder
Please
Don't laugh at me
Don't point at me
Don't snicker when you see me
Don't giggle at my pain
Or smile when I fail
I am only who I can be
Don't pick on me because I am different
I am not the same
today is a different me
some would say it is a shame
but I know I must let it be
because the world keeps moving
and we all keep dying
so we need to keep proving
SMOOTH IS AS SMOOTH DOES
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Dedicated to: The Classmate of Political Science II
Fall 1996
Growing up in a world where we see many different faces.
They come from all around the globe, all types of places.
But what's the difference between you and I?
I shattered silently,
And nobody noticed.
Not that I want anyone to notice,
So why am I writing it out?
Perhaps it is to escape,
And have the pieces elsewhere.
Perhapse it is so I can see each piece,
I'm not playing this game hate to disappoint but i’m not your little monkey that jumps at your tune, i’m not joining in and definitely not your partner in this cruel little dance.
I know that I know nothing,
Yet what do you know of me?
That I smile and laugh,
That I am truely happy?
I can see that you are hidding tears,
Right behind those smiles.
I stare at something
As long as I can see
The feeling of being sucked in
Completely surrounding me.
The kaleidoscope of colors
Before the black abyss;
Falling through space,
and our love story is different.
we didn’t end badly or terribly.
we didn’t end hating each other or regretting once said promises.
we ended by force.
I've been finding myself lost in thought quite often.
I feel differently than those who are around me.
In a way its almost relieving,
I am different.
From my brown, wavy hair
to the sketchbook in my hands
I am different
from the clones of this world
sometimes
it can also get lonely
I am different
People can see
I feel like a god is toying with me
All my blood in my tears amount to
Nothing and any effort goes to waste
On anything and everything I want to
Be successful at! The hand knocks down
I see you,
You are like me,
Your skin is like mine,
Your teeth are like mine,
Your bones are like mine,
Even your blood is like mine,
So what,
Makes me so different?
Same page different books..
From the dusty stones…
Hidden hopes in your blank looks.
In the library of our mind
Life is a traveling circus,
new experiences all around.
People may look strange,
or come off a little odd.
It might seem scary
to try different things.
But joining that circus,
People strive to be something different
Society wants you to be different
But in their own terms
They want you to have a thin waist,
A big butt,
Perfect boobs,
Flawless skin,
Flat stomach.
I'm everything and nothingand yet still something.I'm rude and polite.Mean and nice.Fire and ice.
I am different.
Not in visage, nor style, nor walk,
Not in avocation, nor mannerism, nor talk,
But in hope and dream and state of mind.
I am different
In that
The radioactive waves of lies
They say I'm crazy, I'm all alone
But thats not true, they just don't know
That while they party, drink and dope
I think of my future with excess hope
Where I can travel, near and far
You are either a girl or a boy, and that's it, right?You can be one or the other, not both and not neither.That's what I've been told, and I try to believe it with all my might,But I know how I feel, you don't.
I am not like the others; I don't act like my sisters and brothers.
I feel like a dim star that can't be seen from afar.
I feel like a broken ignition that can't start a car.
I think I'm insane
when I hear the whispering
of hushed voices behind walls that aren't there
when i look down at my skin
and pick at every tear
I think I'm inSANE
They say
that insanity is repeating the same thing and expecting different results
that if you're crazy, they'll lock you away
and more
among other cliches
they say
I'm myself for the world to see,
but the world disapproves.
I observe others mimicking their actions and trends,
but the world laughs at my attempts.
I ignore the world,
AM I JUST INSANE
I'm different, thats ok, thats good,
That means i know what's understood,
But how different do you have to be to considered crazy?
I just think other people are wrong,
Dark eyes, dark hair;
The spitting image of Dad.
Grandpa jokingly says,
"Maybe you'll grow out of it."
Just maybe.
But I'll always be a daddy's girl.
Pick a spot
Pick an experiment
Insomnia. The result of my overbearing thoughts of a past I can’t change, of a future I’m terribly unsure of. Most nights I barely sleep, some nights not at all. However, I suppose this is what comes of one whose thoughts consume their soul.
Like the stars effortlessly twinkle against the roaring engines of travelling planes through the night
We are expected to be full of ourselves.
We are expected to show the world only
What it wants:
Perfect People,
Queens,
Godesses.
Like prisoners on a hunger strike
When you see that pretty lone flower you pick.
When you see the random round rock you kick it.
When you see me you see nothing different,
i am short
i wonder if i will become tall
i hear that it is empowering
towering over others
I am from the unknown,
from the sweet nector and the pillow of comfort,
i am from sweaty skins all around,
(rasping,damp,sun biting my skin)
i am from the iris,
the oak tree,
birds here and there
I'm approached by Anna, But my name is a little different.
The guy i'm with tells me about his girl problems & States "I Hate that every girl is the same"
I ride along and play it cool for a second.
A step in one direction can lead to a path of endless possibilites and contentment. For as long as you hold the willingness to attempt to walk this path.
How can I say Im flawless
When the world tries to make me feel less
How can I say I'm smart
When Im not on top of the honor roll charts
The world tries to tear me down
How can I say Im flawless
When the world tries to make me feel less
How can I say I'm smart
When Im not on top of the honor roll charts
The world tries to tear me down
A version of myself.
Entirely different from the one that I expose
Kept flawlessly preserved behind a mask
I am... smart funny cool.
I am... more than just a number more than just who you expect me to be
I am... special and ia m free of your judgement
I am... only me
Filters
-
Everything, Everyone
By filters we are run
They filter our food
And any words 'rude'
When did we lose
What made us true?
-
Please, please
Listen to me
Long brown hair.
Big brown eyes.
Gap-toothed mouth.
Breasts big size.
Long nailed fingers.
Cold back heart.
Fat filled stomach.
Such unique art.
I am different.
Time is moving fast
I wish I can slow it down
But Some people I be messing with they never come around
It's like I'm the only one that's down
You can ask my town
as long as there is 'A' & 'B'
'A' can look to 'B' for difference
and 'B' can look to 'A' for difference
My skin is the skin that God put me in on the day that was the day of the 17th in the month of November the year being the one-thousand nine-hundred nintey-seventh year Anno Domini....
I hate the word disorder
and they say that's the best way to describe it;
as if you were a book from their shelf taken out of alphabetical order
Am I a Republican or a Democrat
a liberal or a conservative
am I for gay rights or against gay rights
I stare at the mirror,
Trying to understand why everyone hates me so.
The people at school whispered and laughed.
The adults sneered and turned up their nose.
Surrounded by echoes,
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,
Carry your mind with curiousity.
Indulge in every wonder within sight,
Keep your senses open.
Something grand is just beyond this road;
This path is leading you to adventure.
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.
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
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,
I'm a monster,
I push so many people away,
That quite honestly I am startled when they stay,
I'm a bad person,
I struggle so much to show myself I am worth it,
I end up not doing anything else,
A slim waist.
A perfectly proportioned face.
No shape.
Fake.
The idea of a role model is twisted and deflicted by society.
See girls are told to love them selves
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,
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
A burned exterior,
A hopeful interior.
The screeching yells within these walls,
I stand blank with a casual smile of a doll.
Rants flare in the air to others who care,
I dare to ignore due to being scared.
I sit in my classrooms alone and quiet,
I have a lot to say but I just to hide it.
Some say I'm shy, quiet, and nice,
Others say I'm weird, loud, and I need advice.
I say, they all need to think twice.
The night is young,
The stars are new
The owl hasn't yet sung
The tune that crosses the ears of few.
Adventure awaits
Those who choose to stray
From the stereotypical gait of day.
I solemnly swear I will love you forever,
I sincerely hope that you love me too.
You say you do?
I love you, too.
I solemnly swear you're mine for always,
It's not enough anymore just to work hard,
when there's a million others out there going more than the full 9 yards,
Walking unrecognized in the direction of the masses,
If you cry every night because of the memories of yesterday
Think in the present and figure out how you could of fixed the mistakes of the past
So in the future you don't have to suffer the same mistakes of yesterday
Can hear the ballad she's playing?
her hips move like the samba,
that plays around the night shift.
She stays in her apartment,
glowing with florescent peach hues.
Incense seeps out her entrance door.
To be alone in this world is not as bad as feeling alone surrounded by the population;
They look at me like I'm some kind of abomination;
It seems that everyone has their lives in order, except this one individual;
Be yourself they say
its ok your no different from the rest
But as soon as you choose to step out the closet
Its like your all a mess
You cant be different
if you have a mindeset
of everybody else
I dream amongst the stars
Yet live with buildings and cars
Two different places
Two different faces
Both have freedom, both have bars.
I sing amongst the stars
I dance along with Mars
Drip drip drip Let it flow down your wristYou let the pain get a grip And now it pours out the slitAlone is the feeling
In the past, I was the one that was intelligent.
I was the quiet one.
I was the teacher’s pet.
I was criticized for being a girl on the drumline.
I was the one that played too soft.
I was the liked one.
My part of the end of the earth
My circle of influence
My family, my school, my church, my city
Is my responsibility
I have been given a mission as important as survival
I am a bully because my individuality never mattered.
I will magnify your insecurities because mine were read out loud
What would it be like being "shipped?"
Does it mean being with someone on this big ship
That will never be ripped?
How do you make sense of an upside down chair
when the sky sees the surface that belongs to the eyes of the earth
put it right side up again and then finally it is useable
yellow chairs bowing to the trees
I’m different from most people, in a amazing way;
Lots of people hate on me because I always have something to say.
The sound of shoes scuffing the floor
echoed throughout the hallway.
A black hood encases her face,
hiding her from the world.
She keeps her head down,
its not the usual kind of exhausted.
i dont feel heavy, like ten pound barbells are in my eye sockets
or like my blood is molten steel instead.
no, my arms are not limp and lifeless
Out of all twenty-six letters of the alphabet,
This is all I can muster up.
Her bleach blonde spaghetti curled hair and Coach bag,
She must be self centered.
His coal black nails and torn jeans,
Capable
Capable, even though he's been told he's not
Cpable, even when no one's on his side
Everyone's against him, but him
No love, no care, no support, nothing but him
Capable of greatness
Everyone want to be different
abstract
unique
dare i saw it, hipster.
These people write,
these people are emotionally unstable,
these people are infamous for being damaged,
This darkened hour pulls upon the deep scars. Hidden in plain sight, the smiles seem to cover the pain.
I am me
She is she
So let us be
This is our destiny
Stop hurting us
Stop killing our spirit
We are different
And that’s our creed
After all you’ve done
I wear the mask that everyone wants to see,
It changes constantly with every glance,
Each one displaying different facets of who everyone sees me to be.
Everyone has these masks we wear so willingly, some unknowingly.
Pond
Frogs
Chandleer
Diamonds
Secrets
Laughter
Safeness
Friendship
Confusion
Love
Screams
Shouts
Only you can make things as hard as they may seem
You have questions.... wondering what you can do
Pondering on many thoughts that you think only you think
they eat food with a fork and a smile on their face
i eat numbers and beg tears to stay in their place
they laugh with their friends and smile into the sky
Imagine a world of no conflictNo anger, no murder, no war
A world of respect
Where the color of your skin doesn’t matterWhere which side of the tracks you grew upon makes no change
Your lips love to sing a melody
The way the words slip off of your tongue
It's like a song yet to be sung
Your smile is cunning and daring
Beckoning others to come near
Your eyes are dark and dead
If i had the power to change a thing- no matter how big or small what would it be? it would be nothing at all.How would we know what love is if we havent experienced the hate?
Sometimes I feel like a shell of what I should be,
Just unable to see what others can see.
They're all so comfortable and happy,
While I remain bitter and sappy.
Hundreds of others can instantly connect
the wind blew through my hair as cars below whizzed by. he held my hand and was looking in the same direction as i, out on the free way, mere feet away rom where we stood.
I'm different, I'm just Different
I'm everywhere yet nowhere, I'm neither here nor there
I'm everybody yet nobody at all
I'm different
I'm like a missing piece of a puzzle
The shack
The shed
The grass has bred
The leaves are dry
The trees are dead
The path forgot where once it led
The birds no longer fly the sky
The wind whispers words once said
I believe that once I was a beautiful being
A being meant to live amongst the stars
Worshipping one God and helping nature also praise Him
I once believed I could've moved mountains,
What if, even for just a day, those who hate the "different", themselves became the "different" that they dedicate every minute, every hour, every day, week, month, year, their entire lifetimes to go out of their way, and hate.
A word full of hapiness and sorrow,
Everyone has gotten abused by it it,
Everyone has been confused it,
But everyone is still determined to be Perfect.
A 3.9 GPA
A fly in my chest or a hornet in my head.
I feel some emotions blossoming
while others I have found dead.
No longer biting my tongue,
I let pent up intoxication loose.
I try to be me
People say that I'm different.
I see things and hear things not of their world,
But of mine:
Shadows and figures with no physical connection;
Voices belonging to no one
I was brought into this world thinking I would be free.
Wrong.
I was pulled away from my freedom
with the strings that conncect me to this world.
Master control me.
My body.
My mind.
My heart.
Am I influenced by the world around me?
Do the things around me, change what I see?
Am I nothing but a trend?
Does everything I do come to an end?
I will be different,
I will be a referent.
How does
an 80's movie get it right?
but they
still
don't
listen?
"What do you care?"
"You see us as you want to see us..."
"in the simplest terms"
If your layin in your beddwellin on worthless and dead ,wordsthat are painted red, when they've already been said, . . .still layin there in your bed . . .
I love you and you love me too
our relation binds us close.
We may not want but time ahead
What if I was perfect?What if I was worth it?If I had no burdens
Would you accept who I am?or would you leave me to be damned?Because I will still be different.
Once there was man who loved me and who loved you.
Because of this love this he did what the Lord called him to do.
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
I see your struggle,
I see your pain;
It’s not just you,
Every ex-convict is the same.
Desire to make a difference,
Help release the stress;
Congrats on getting out of prison,
We danced in the rain
soaking wet
We were bathed by the heavens
A fresh start for a new place
a new summer
a new us
We mastered the slides
and slid down the slopes
shouting
butterfly , my butterfly fly away.
why do you insist on staying.
soar this world as you are ment to be.
you need to for once open your wings.
The beat of my drum does not match yours
my soul, my self, is only the best of the good lord
I walk in his steps to guide light on my path
without him I'm no one, I'm just hash
Changed. To be different from the world. To be different from the people around you. Surrounding you. Crowding you. Changed. To be free. To live your life your way. No one can control you. Because you're...Changed. For the better and the worse.
The breeze, so warm and pleasant.
The flowers, so beautiful and colorful.
The voices of the kids playing across the street, so cute and heartwarming.
The sound of the ice cream truck, so inviting and addicting.
The sun has a waking effect
On those left for dead
Decidedly a lost cause
Because they more easily bled
These band aids can only cover surface wounds
And as the sun reaches down
Touch
Connect
Feel
Hold
Horror, Fantasy, Adventure, and More
Genre for everything and everything is genre
Book Stores, Libraries, Books Nooks, and more
I’m the girl they call goodie goody
Goodie goody?
I think not!
Goodie goody my ass!
I’m the quite girl who sits in the front of the class room, answers questions when asked
I am just an ordinary guy.
No special talents,
Good fortune,
Recognized name,
Extraordinary abilities,
Or good luck.
Yet from life,
I want so much more than most ordinary people.
All the tulips,
All the same,
Blooming in the bright, yellow sun.
All the tulips,
Not one different,
Blowing in the gentle breeze.
One day I go back,
To all the tulips,
Still the same,
I am not a clone
Each day of every week, I sit in a desk.
And wait for the transformation to begin
With twenty other people who will be transformed
Minds ready to be tapped empty and refilled
Lost and Broken.
Words unspoken.
Watch him crumble.
Watch her fall.
All because, you said it all.
People are different, people are the same.
Each of us has a different brain.
I've returned form Never Land,
To the place where you're told how to dream.
I've never enjoyed it here.
These sadistic people who want me to think,
Think just like them.
Into the melee I sink.
to you i am invisiable
to you i am a nobody
to you i am a freak
to you i am a weirdo
that listens to weird music and does weird things
but i am somebody
i am not a freak
or a weirdo
The thoughts of running myself into a car, or wrapping myself around a tree
is automatically followed by that of apathy
and then sorrow for even thinking of putting that kind of weight on my parents
Sh*t you cant tell your teacher
Yo teach
I love you...no homo
Professor im not professing my passions
But rather
Your actions
Run, run, run
as fast as we can
We can't stop the rhythm
echoing in our hearts and hands
our feet and soul they must fly
We cannot deny
the sparks that live than die
Jump, jump, jump
I am that nameless one, the one girl everyone seems to have an opinion on
Oh look, there's that one ! that slim one, I heard she was this , heard she was that
You hardly even know me to even talk. what do I do ?
I know what you're thinking,Why me, right?Out of all the other boys,The jocks, the rich kids, the artists,You choose me.
I saw a million people
Standing on a hill,
Under the grey and square sky.
When I went to ask them,
What they were doing,
They remained silent.
I’m not perfectI’m not very smartI know I’m differentBut I don’t careBecause I want toChange the worldAnd I’m not goingTo stand aroundLike the restOf you pansiesWho are afraid
Have you ever just sat down and thought about the decisions you have made?
Or the decisions of others around you that have affected you in one way or another?
Walking down the street
Its more than a dream
Its the reality that makes my soul want to jump out of me
What I see is a frightening sight
All different faces but no difference inside
Did you ever wish you can turn back time
To that one scene in your life.
When listening to your head just didn’t seem right?
My Haven that once used to be, is no longer.The once familiar place, has vanished.Locks and keys with no match,A maze filled with no exits, no entrances, no answers.
The morning came
And everything was the same, except it wasn’t.
You hear voices
But you don’t know what they’re saying.
Everything you once knew before
Is lost like your football t-shirt from middle school.
Unlike me
you live your life
as if it's a game
rolling the dice
taking the chances
whenever they come up
You live life
with a lot of unsolved problems
whenever they come up
She won’t listen when I say She’s like me in any way.She thinks she’s independent,but I know she’s not. She thinksShe’s better than me. That mightbe true, but I’ll never admit that.
Oh to life’s little desires
Through irresistible body’s pleasures
Such do they bring the hottest fires
Within you cannot control
Within it gives comfort and console
Promises to make things better
Miss that girl, she used to always smile
She loved talking to her friend and hanging out
She loved to smile
Loved to talk
I do not understand what is wrong
She cries herself to sleep
In a world of answers
There are always questions
And the biggest one
Me
In a world of people
There are always shadows
And the darkest one
Me
In a world of noise
Poeticinsecuritieshauntingunbrokendreams in placesdeep beneaththe wavesof electrolytespulsingthrougheach brandnew idea.
Normal,You're normal,You're just like all the restA number stamped across the pageA statistic on a testThe SAT's just like a treeThey said climb and do your bestBut little did those people know
for You and I where there is no Lies
Love is different.
Not so for One but in Pairs
like a union is for Two
But shared for You and I.
Like forgiveness is not easy at all.
Love gives powers to us all.
Each and every question, by you or I, to me
My mind is quick to answer, so sure I’ll feel it be
An evolution strikes, as dusk turns into dawn
Awakened with wide eyes, my decision’s fully wrong
The lone wolf was cut out from the pack
With nothing but a hurtful smack.
What did she do?
She wasnt like you.
She hunts at night,
With the moon as her light.
She is alone,
But not forlorn.
People ask, and say, and do
But who may I, ask are you?
I am a girl, who thought she was smart
But was duller than a broken dart.
I am emotionless they say
Night by night, and day by day.
The first time I laid eyes on you
I knew we were bound to be together
You're so different from the rest
I feel like you express who I am
I'm so very fortunate to have you
"Be perfect and proper!"
"Be quiet and calm!"
"Always stay in order!"
-That's the idea put in my palm.
"Why are you so loud?"
"Be more like the crew!"
-Forcing me to not be proud
Three out of four was the turn out.
Growing up in a single parent household,
College Park, Ga 30349 was my hood until my mother found a way out.
Moved us quite a few times, then we hit Henry County.
Lonely but Glad Happy but sad Alone but surrounded Singing but silent Alive but dead Smooth but with a dent Silent but screaming Loud but quiet Crushed but dreaming I stood but He left
Back and forth I go,
Swinging to and fro,
As the world spins below,
For a reason I do not know.
Pumping my legs and gaining height.
Thinking that the spinning would stop and hoping that it might.
We wear the mask that hides who we are
It hides our highs and our lows
This debt we pay to society
With physical apperance
Picture perfect
Why should the world judge us?
Sorrow, Emotions that travel through each human being as we face triumph and hardships in our lives,
a world full of confusion as every young professional tries to thrive.
To love a girl as different as me
would go against society.
Extremely loud and incredibly independent
goes against society's judgement
Skipping church to find life's meaning
leaves the cruel society steaming
Out of the frying pan
Into the fire
Just your fellow man
Mislead by desire
I can do it, I know I can
Liar liar pants on fire
Paper holds no prejudice,
unlike an opionionated conversation,
paper can make readers colorblind,
it can recieve little abdication.
Writing can make a poor man esteemed,
No matter how big,
No matter how small,
I will make a difference,
That will touch the hearts of all.
No such boundaries,
Can tear me down
Because I am me
And I don’t frown.
When he was born, he was special.
He learned things a different way.
He seen the world through unique eyes.
He spoke in the way he thought others spoke.
Some seen him as stupid, but I seen him as unique.
I cant stand missionaries
No let me rephrase that
I cant stand the idea of it
Cultural oppression at its finest
The idea that you are right
And therefore everything else is wrong
2 cannot fuse together unless they agree,
A Jar full of grace mixed with iniquity,
Like oil and water, those two can never be stirred,
One is a dream, the other makes it deferred,
Tell them it’s not me.
Tell them it’s not me anymore.
Tell them I’m not quiet,
That I’m not shy,
That I’m the one they should adore.
Tell them they don’t know.
Once upon a time, I tried to be like you.
I tried to act and look the same, and like the same things too.
I used to be your shadow, but now I've got my own.
I am done being a copycat; today, I stand alone.
My world is damaged, my world it bleeds,
It’s been infected, corrupted, and battered to a “tee”.
It cries, it begs, it screams out of pain,
And unless something changes, it will die in vain.
If you were here
It would all be different
The way the leaves fall off the trees
They could glide the way lips graze over teeth in smiles
I just want to be one. One of many, one of the same, one of everything. To not be shunned out like the rest but to be my self as well. Which is it, which is it would I chose given the choice.
The media controls how beauty is defined,
He may be a follower, or he may be left behind.
I give you the test, the one that tells in time,
How you may be judged, or aren't right in the mind.
Just a boy who died
No relation to me or those in my class
People never knew him,
But I suddenly remembered.
Please excuse my hard exterior
For I see you have to chisel slow
In order to force through me
To form the creation in your mind
That you see
Since we were learning how to talk,
we were taught what is and isn't appropriate,
have to follow a template to do anything,
and even demanded to change what we wrote in it,
You would never think of stars
Those tiny, inconsequential lights in the night sky
You would never believe our sun
Is exactly like those white lights
Its golden rays shining on your face
From the birth
One was looked at as unusual weird, not normal
But why the eye deceives one to judge
Not of what you know but of what you see
Its hard when your trying to be
Not like he or she
But to be you
Although I always seem super happy when I’m at my school
Just to play friendship with all those stupid fools
What goes in my mind should never be tell
Or else I’ll set my seal and go straight to hell
I just want to change someones state of mind.
Everyday brings me one step closer to being outta time.
I'm sick and tired of everyone acting like this is such a crime.
Maybe if you weren't your own enemy and had a open mind,
The room was light Misty and still As if to foreshadow the sunrise I reached the dining table To find it adorned By a half empty jar with roses Of five, six, or seven The number escapes All I remember is the moment I laid eyes on the most beautifu
There is little that makes sense in this world,
But justice is something I understand.
The equality of all men,
And the celebration of each other.
Who I am
It’s hard to describe
But something lies in between both eyes
A vision to be greater
More than me
Bigger than the bigger picture
More than free
Who I am
I may never decide
i love being the best
i stand out from the rest
yet people find that intimidating
they run like crazy animals with two heads aimlessly that is permeating
