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You mean a lot to me.Sometimes it scares me and makes we want to retract and hide behind the walls that I already tore down but I see my reflection in the nearby waters and all I see are child-like skeletons.
Such wonder and bliss it is to see young love bud and to strive from that first kiss.
Where one plus one equate to anon and from this where all future hopes are shone.
Not everyone sees me
Some may not even now that I am there
Not everyone knows who I am
Some may not even know that I exist
I hide on stage, back
I am a name on paper,
not a name in lights.
He's got a laugh
and it's pretty
like im listening to the voice of a city
he's got a smile
and it's bold
like the sun has covered me whole
he's got a charm
and it gleams
It’s my first time.
The words. Hanging off my tongue.
He’s the first. He’s special.
We’ve been together for so long time.
I’m nervous. Terrified. Ecstatic.
I am looking for you
My love
In every face
Is it you?
Are you the one?
I wait for you
Eagerly
I want to know
You
Look for me too
Merry Christmas my sweet.
I’ve written you a few poems, but the list will grow,
for how can one not share this intense sensation burning inside when it’s brighter than anything else?
Are we just now
Meeting for the first time
After all these yearsWhen I have known
Every crinkle in your forehead
And heard every story
As I look outside on a warm summer day , I realize a important thing.
I can't see, not at all.
It was problaly not a good idea to forget my glasses in my car.
First Sight
Boundaries between,
Walls knocked down
Skies are cleared,
King finds his crown.
Smiles all the same
But one in particular;
Remains.
Butterflies in the brain
Behind the dark sky of clouds
A sun rests, with all its' stars
And as I walk, forever proud
Of my many universes that are
Behind the clouds, behind the sun
Behind anything that has not yet begun
O joyous God-sent talents
That bestowed upon my sun kissed skin,
Absorbing the magnificent rays of life
Whilst the gloryful art shall become captured.
Love
Euphoric, Naive
Beaming, Dreaming, Falling
Team, People, Person, Withdrawal
Yelling, Crying, Annulling
Hysterical, Unfeeling
I know you exist.
Please, drop this pretense.
I feel my heart beat,
Out from beneath my feet.
I jump from my skin,
You would be such a sweet,
Sin.
You held me
To your chest.
Dr. Mae Jemison had a humble beginning.
She never knew how much achievement, hard work could bring.
Mae was born in Decatur, Alabama but considers Chicago, Illinois as her hometown.
When you kissed me,
It wasn't fireworks.
Well,
The first time it was
Of course,
Because it was the very first time,
And with the very first kiss,
There's always fireworks.
I met you when I was young
And reckless
I ran to you when I felt dumb
And headless
You forced me to paint pain into progress
As I progressed from someone who scribbled words
it burns with promises of
salvation or damnation
which one is it!
will it be sweet as honey, and bountiful like grass?
Or might it be like a blade emotionless,
ready to pierce you
which one!
all these colors
rushing up to greet me
all these ups and downs
adrenaline running
all these beautiful voices
surround me
exceat for one
thats in my head that's in my heart
I sit, feeling the burn throughout my bicep
Some spots, I wince from the pain
The constant humming of the machine has embedded in my brain
Much like the ink being embedded in my arm
Today.
Today is my last first day of high school.
Some may think it's a blessing in disguise,
but I see it as a day of mourning.
It's that last time your mom will be taking pictures with the sign that says
she came
she saw
she took
what she
needed
with soft
hands by
her touch
she then
approached him
he came again
she called
him in
she wanted
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
She, falling in love before
and he, to depart without
a bye so good
darkened Her heart from red
to gray and further to black
it was as if death
She looks up
His dancng eyes catch her smile
Others call them stupid
Stupid to save their "love"
The altar is waiting
For that kiss, first kiss
For they both know
It’s in the way I see shapes in the clouds.
It’s how I feel when the sun kisses the horizon good night.
It’s when the bride and groom hold hands.
It’s the first breath from the summit.
I remember the first time I wrote poetry,
I remember the blood pooling out of me suddenly becoming ink
How the blade suddenly became a sharp pen-
This is something I've never done before
This isn't a very whimsical tale
Perhaps it could be described as a chore
I do hope that my first try does not fail
Counting syllables is the easy part
I walk alone sometimes.
you may ask me how i am,
i will say that i am fine and i will ask if you would like to walk with me.
I walk alone sometimes.
it does not bother me,
A face that's kind,
With just few zits.
A smile that is funnier than an orange rind,
With a really slow wit.
A walk without balance or grace.
A mind filled with irrational fears.
You know perfection
Is a man-made word
Because it is shallow.
Though its implications are potent,
No poetry projects from its reflection –
An hour every morning spent on my make up and my hair
I switch my outfit three times befor I walk out the door
I dont do this for the attention of some flawed attraction, but
I do this for me.
Flawless is a word, an adjective that describes something or someone that
Does not have defects or faults, none that diminish the value of something
I guess I like the way the cigarette
Finishes the length of my arm
Fingers curled up
In a soothing smile
I won’t be scared at night
I won’t ever have to be alone
Killing me softly
I give in
For Losing shall I ever be Great
Losing long nights of pain
Before they found her
Quenching the thirst of my innocece
Saturating my pillow from sorrow
For Losing I am Confidence
Who's wild and crazy
A girl who's set free
someone who listens but can talk to those in need
Perfect,
That I am,
So perfect in fact,
My name is Sam.
From my head to my toes,
From the wrinkle in my nose,
The perfect five foot height,
The perfect far-sighted sight.
My shoulders are drooping underneath the heavy weight of expectation.
I'm being dragged by the leash of society.
Perfection is a plauge spreading through their bones.
Perfection is an irrational conclusion to simplistic ideas.
Perfection is a sense of security that everyone craves.
Perfection is based on the fear of being different.
Trembling limbs, deep breaths, trying to stay calm.
Warm lips; wandering hands, clothes slip down to the floor.
My soft voice asks the question; his, surprised, answers.
What is the true meaning of flawless
A hope, an ideal, a dream
that one may fit society's standards?
Is it influence?
A man, woman, or child that tries to make the world better,
I am the child born on a late Winter evening.
I am the woman you never desire leaving.
I am the lady scanning frantically in libraries.
I am the hopeless romantic ending February.
Many people like to judge others,
Because they're afraid to themselves be judged.
They are terrible bothers,
All because they're afraid their own bodies are too pudged.
I disagree with that flawed logic,
“You chubby good for nothing hog.”“Maybe if you go on a diet you won't break everything.”
Starving, and crying. Starving and crying. Starving and crying,
This is the first poem we ever wrote,
And you'd be surprised to know,
Our story started on Christmas,
At 22:22, yes.
It was difficult to go,
but easy to throw.
This is the first song we ever wrote,
Testing 1,2,3This poem is a test1,2,3Testing to seethe limits within metesting1,2,3testing mein order to see
I am not three letters
my whole existance
is not bound by the skin that is covering my soul
by the body that is less than
simply because I am larger than you
they try to place scars
They say it is hard,
You think you can manage,
But it takes a bit,
To really see the damage.
We were packed to leave,
Very eager to go,
I once had a dream about shopping for a mom.
You could choose whichever you wanted
And if you weren’t content with your purchase,
An exchange or return could be arranged
As long as you had kept the box and receipt.
Young
like a kid and wild
like a forest
i meet him and felt complete
for seven hundred thirty days
i felt alive
and loved.welcomed
we wasted time,
long talks on the phone,
voice mono toned, deaf to all ear.
unable to relent nor express deep fear
controlled by all sides of other people expressions
able to listen but unable to be heard
words struggle to escape the mind
Playing Peek-A-Boo through the bushes.
I see a daisy, a damsel in distress, I wonder to myself;
a flower that has never been caressed.
laid out
spread like butter
on the ground.
i'm melting.
yellow self bubbling
as i seep into the ground.
through eyes that barely see but
straight ahead,
Whats on your mind?
I alwyas ponder this question time to time.
We often wonder about our problems and what puts us in these binds.
I think of the same things, sometimes I wonder should i commit crimes?
Real life, real words, real truths, mean little to you.
You hide behind your paranoa,
You want the "best" for me yet
Your support of my dreams means nothing to you.
You ask me to subsitute what I want for myself
Darling, darling... open your ears and listen to these words you must hear
Stop puhing away the things you hold dear because of your fears
Oppression surrounds us, many don't value our opinion but they can't dictate our lives
What some may regard as nonsense may be wisdom to the ears others
Your voice is powerful and unique to you
"Why do you talk so white?"
Well sir, what do you mean?
I'm only talking the way I know how to speak,
are you sure I don't talk pink?
"But, why don't you talk black?"
What the fuck do you know about me?
What the fuck do you know?
Who the hell are you
To say? To choose
For me,
What you do see.
A skinny black kid?
You see A Pair of Glasses?
You see -
My First Love
Happiness, Rain
Love, Pain
Wishing that I could use only two
Of these four words to describe you.
we were just stupid kids
parading the neighborhood past curfew
worries dissolved by the sweet tangy alcohol
like we were the only ones alive.
i can still taste her now
sweet and plush
To those who are broken
Whose hearts have not mended
Keep this thought on your mind
Your lives have not ended.
While the hurt and the grief
Will bear down like a weight
Know that there is relief
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.
I spend my time biding by,
tie my shoes, adjust my tie,
i walk this square,
all life seems fair
a vision did i see,
a vision of what I used to be
how will i know i chose right?
No matter where I go, I can't explain away,
the limitless attraction to a girl who knows her way.
She's a mystery to us all,
and a puzzle to a tee,
a conundrum to her parents,
The teacher assigned a poem
I said well does it have to rhyme
She said well no
but maybe at least give it a try-mm?
I remeber when I was about 6 years old. I hit my forehead at the edge of a glass table it started bleeding and it left a scar. I remember my little sister crying and me telling her it will be okay.
the bed like cotton on my back,
but like a rock to my head-
the smile so daunting to my heart,
but fun in my head.
the feeling of adulthood
so foreign
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
And so it begins, our maiden voyage
We start, launching
glances, cannons, from across the room
Pull anchor, casting
off from walls we once docked
We sail, setting
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
That name rings madness around my head.
Resonates inside my heart.
I recantate your beautiful name.
With each syllable my pulse quickens.
My mouth runs dry.
The sound of my heartbeat;
Being the First.
I remember the long summer nights the most.
The sweet scent of Juniper floating among the breeze.
The croaks of toads and chirps of crickets filling the silence.
There is truth to your word,
As my walls come down.
When you're around
Something unpredictable,
Something unspeakable
Even unexplained.
Yet our lips speak of it softly
Will the slightest touch burn?
When your Born, you have a destiny
When you take your first step, your destined with applause
When your first day of school approaches, your mind wonders "Will I make Friends"
