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It took me twenty seven years to finally realize that you can't care what people think,
Because at the end of the day, they will not be the ones to help you when your boat starts to sink.
Thing always seem to get hard right before the miracles occur,
And sometimes it is easier to wish for things to go back to how they once were.
These work weeks add up quickly and another year flies by as if my time committed treason, and as soon as I say hi I say by to every weekend, am I evolving or dissolving, if a digital check is my only reason, I know bills run on cycles and holiday
Work if it is not done with that sense of mission
that purpose of helping others around us, are then the
We exert ourselves at work beyond the established laws
of nature.
As I go in everyday to work, I can't help feeling that their expectations of me are the same of a soldier in combat.
Every art movement has become home decor, even abstract expressionism, which in it's beginning had life.
This is the only way the public could make sense of it,
as something to fill space, otherwise not much else.
The artist was powerless under Stalin
well I am glad that wasn't me being sent
to the forced labor camps
But though there isn't a dictatorship
in america.
Life fights with me, trying to dry up
Time, order, politeness, civility
are all their little despotisms
Scheduling becomes overscheduling
Work degenerates into overwork
Being respectful leads to automatism
All forms of organization
It's so funny how it seems like everytime I tell you that I am doing something, you are suddenly doing it too,
But the only difference is that everytime you start something, you never seem to see it through.
Perhaps this was the way it was always supposed to be
Me at the bottom, the very last ladder rung
and everyone else looming above
scrambling in that
Of Course We’re IGNORED... !!!
Those Whose Art Is RAW... !!!
When It Comes To Views That DEFINE The TRUTH...
About How It Is When You’re One Who THINKS...
And Has DARK SKIN And Does NOT RESTRICT...
Why does it always seem like it is one step forward and ten steps back?
It makes me sit and wonder, what are the skills that I seem to lack?
Deep down I know that this is what I want and that my life can be improved,
"DON'T HOPE"
Do not hope for anythang you desire; rather work for everythang you aspire.
Do not hope when you aren't doing anythang, only hope when you're working, go get. And fortune smile on you.
#c9_fm
Ya Know ...
It’s On The Rise ... ANGRY Vibes ... !!!
Because of The Crimes of Modern Times ...
I wanted to read but my mind was at work
Listing all of the things it had seen, felt, and heard
There were days void of hope, there were nights spent in tears
Over all my love, dope, had costed me through the years
Confined in these lines, how much movement is mine
How much deviance is permissible without going too far as to be
Unacceptable
Unaddressable
Unprofessional
Now I Be Putting In Work When It Comes To My Verse...
But UNLIKE THE CRIPS... My Bullets Are WORDS... !!!
So Require NO HEARSE... !!!
Because They’re Well Observed To Leave A Fool SERVED... !!!
Now When It Comes To MY VERSE...
I’ve Been Putting In Work For A LONG TIME Now... !!!
UNLIKE These JERKS Whose Verse Deserves...
To Walk With A Hearse And Be Left UNDERGROUND... !!!
Because It’s DEAD... !!!
TIME
Time is the
fastest
vehicle
to any
destination if handled properly. It's the quickest means to greatness.
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I'm NOT ONE To Shirk When It Comes To Work... !!!
But See That Some JERKS Like To Run DUMB Words... !?!?!
Like...
I am Cheif Oduduwa. I can cast a spell on your behalf regarding a relationship, your financial situation, future events, or whatever is important to you. I have the power and I use the power. I can change the course of your destiny.
Is it stupid to believe that you are capable of anything that you set your mind to?
Do some people feel like that no matter how hard you work they may never come true?
I'm writing a poem cause I don't want to work.
My project is due soon, there's twelve hours left.
But quarantine's getting to me, I'm going berserk.
Stuck in my home here, I'm feeling bereft.
Morning dew upon nature's distant ground. Concrete beast, the city wakes to contemptuously shake the night's embrace.The alarm unleashes its cruel cold shriekBleary-eyed he obeysThe musical score repeats a moronic beat.---Silently he rises duty-bo
I'm feeling trapped inside.
Nowhere to go Nowhere to hide.
They say we must abide by the rules.
Does this mean we are all trapped too?
Soon I'll slowly start to crack.
“Work, work, work. Work to achieve what I didn’t.
You can be great. Work, work, work”.
All of my life my mom has told me to work.
Don’t settle like she did.
I sit in my chair,There's a lot of work,I get up from there,Let me do some more talk, There are many bills to pay,Wasting lives to save,Solid foundations to lay,A younger generation to train. I say, there's more than enough time,I've got the whole
Well Nowadays …
It Seems To Be Getting To … Quite A FEW … !!!!!
Well Actually There Are Multitudes …
Now Taking ABUSE From Those Who CLEARLY RULE The Roost … !!!
The air is cold, but not cold enough for snow
Not yet
My heart is broken, but not broken enough for tears
Not yet
You thought you defeated me, but I’m not defeated enough to let you win
Not yet
smiling is hard
i'm empty inside
falling apart
cry out for help
it couldn't heal my heart
too quiet outside
no one sees the pain
she's just exaggerating
idle
They're ... TRYING IT ...
They're Playing TRICKS ... !!!
They're Doing Things To Make Me QUIT ... !!!
"Your role will change,we'll re-arrange,
your work schedule, and change your day !"
My Works ... Poli - TRICKING ... !!!!!
They're Tactics Are SICKENING ... !!!
They're Using Their Power ...
To Make People ... "cower" ... !!!
It's ALL ABOUT This ...
The Usual OLD Tricks ...
Let Me Tell You Something ... !!!
My Nerves Are Near ....
.... COMBUSTION .... !!!!!
Cos' These Days People ....
Seem To Think it's Cool ...
To PUSH My Buttons ... ?!?
I'm Being ... ABUSED ... !!!
I'm Being ... ACCUSED ... !!!
These Days I Feel Cheated ...
Because I'm MISTREATED .... !!!!!
My Job Is A PAIN ... !!!
It's A STRAIN On My Brain ... !!!
Redundancy Is ...
A Horrible Thing ... !!!
But ... Who Are The Ones ... ?
That Most FEEL THE STING ... ?!?
THOSE Who CONTROL ....
The Employment ... " Bullring " ... ?!?
Maaaannnn ...
I don't give a fuck ... !!!
People these days
Like to ... Pass The Buck ... !!!
Problems now appear
cos' most live in fear !
but fears not my problem
my position is clear !
Hospital Operator How Can I Help You
I need
One Moment
to talk to my friends.
How Do You Spell That?
I need
One Moment
to stop feeling
White snow
But then, what other color is it?
No, white fluffy lamb's wool
Soft
Oh
Cotton
White cotton
They say it is the color of beauty
Which means our brown fingers
Picking it
You do not need a second job
My mother used to say
But ma I’ve got this mouth to feed
And bills I’ve got to pay.
Isn’t one enough for you
To land you on your feet?
When sleepless nights became a habit
The days I woke up tired
When trick stopped working, counting white rabbits
The day I was first hired
In this world there’s nothing but greed
The Shift: The Strain of Duty
The perfection of childhood.
The blossoming of flowers,
The lush, green grass,
The mild warmth of the sun.
Too much on your plate?
How did this happen?
Can’t you give it back?
That was a bit careless
Next time turn your back
Can’t you delegate?
Do you overcommit?
Nuts and bolts,
Clamps and scraps of metal,
Tools, joints, gloves, oil.
What are you making?
Screws, nails, chains,
I lived three years on a dusty trundle bed,
In a small room.
A lock on the window.
I would cry myself into dreams shroud in dust.
Why don`t you think about it?
Your future, the biggest fear
You will have to one way or other
Does it scare you?
Of all things you still have to do?
Why don`t you think about it?
In the dead of night I close my eyes
But cannot keep these thoughts outside
I hear it scratching at my door
And moaning from beneath the floor
I stumble home, inordinately tired --
Spent, drained, and reeling.
This weary mind flitters through topics
But has the capacity to linger on nothing.
Reluctantly, I've given up working,
The onyx of my eye confesses on this page:soft and torn with a leaking edge,My breath sinks into creamy lines:a fusion of cursive, print,and shallows of wine,My lashes accumulate dust
My coach is someone who cares
Someone who works hard, despite his gray hairs
During the tough times or the relaxed days
I always strive to hear his praise
The praise of a coach is not easily earned
Pulling 12-hour days and taking extra shifts
is so worth is at the end of the month
when I visit my sister and her baby boy;
when I'm able to help out.
Even just a little because Daddy's losing his job
Work rhymes with jerk.
Work also rhymes with berserk.
It is the strangest coincidence that a mind going berserk and acting like a jerk
are both products of work.
This rat race, it’s one bad place
Where I can’t breathe and I can’t see
Struggling on my knees for this piece of cheese.
The world? Oh, it’s watching, see?
And coming after me on this treadmill
“Science [is] a harsh mistress, and in a pecuniary point of view but poorly rewarding those who devote themselves to her service.” --Humphry Davy
You may hurt me --
I don't mind.
Torture me for an eternity,
How is this supposed to feel?
After so many days of stress,
Rest hardly feels real.
It's something I can't assess.
I feel like a sphere.
Each task causes me to compress,
Dear Mom,
As your fingertips lingered on my arm,
I felt the chill of struggle strike my bone.
Your hair draped across my face, and brought me back to your past.
Something in my gut tells me to just run away, move on and find someone less difficult
but then a spark of hope ignites in my heart and says
I wish they knew how it feels to be me.
I wish I could cry for help, fall to the ground and…
I wish they knew that award ceremonies are lose-lose situations
Dear Person,
Through my pleasant voiceAnd smile so bland,I'm desperately hoping That you might understand.
Real hard work
It comes with a price
You lose friends or you lose your mind
It's waking up at 5 am
Going out and starting your day
long before the other side of the world
goes to bed for the night
Dear School,
I love you, let me tell you.
I must make that crystal clear.
But things have to change now
as we begin a new year.
You can't just ignore my questions
To all the people who are forced to work rather than live:
Stress is the side effect of life squanderously spent;
Of undue labor, toil, and strife;
Why do we demand so much sweat in this life?
Black shoes click into the sterile office.
The sound bounces off the walls and scatters around the room like rubber balls.
I hear her before I see her.
She sounds dark, official.
Dear 15-year-old Bellla,
College is rad. College is bomb.
I am having the time of my life at Arizona State.
Why did I have to wait?
My classes are going very well.
My friends are swell.
Articles Of faith, confession, then communion.
Luminous, telepatic, and wise, i'm never gonna die.
This intuitive power is rising me higher.
There's crystal clear vision, ain't no such thing as division.
Trudge through the mud
and the rain.
No rest for the weary
No rest from the pain
Lights and the shadows
play tricks on my brain
And my heart is strained
against a Thick rusted chain.
I walked below
The neon lights.
Dark sky flashed
against the green of slavery.
I puffed a cigar
My jeans have holes
My shoes are split like pistachios
With my black socks
The last of the warriors in me died today.
They put up a good fight
against fear, hate, and depression.
But they threw their hands up in defeat today
and the captain hung himself.
I charge
Through the night
Like a buffalo child.
There is darkness in my eyes
And my hope,
It's a flickering light.
As if it were a candle
Disappearing into whispy
Smoke
I wish I could write,
About something interesting.
I wish my mind could write out,
All it's witnessing.
I wish and wish a lot of shit.
Dish it out, one by one.
Done with this world, done with feeling.
Once upon a time, there lived a fairy godmother. She spent her whole life granting wishes to unfortunate girls. She would hear their pleas alwyas at night, keeping her up, fufilling their wishes one by one.
About to clock into work.
These shoes are digging into my feet.
They are black,
with elastic straps to tighten them.
I walk to the punch clock.
I reach out to touch the keys.
Come give me your thoughts
The toad ordered the flies
Then promptly threw a sticky tongue
To the bold that ventured nigh
The world spun as I drove into the sunrise.
Past the the piercing dot of orange light,
Ants drove around in their cars going nowhere
Doing nothing for no one.
I watched the sun rise over the ants on the right.
You feel it.
The itching in your soul.
You don't want to go.
But for some reason you have to.
They said so.
The teachers and politicians.
They said you have to go.
o say, can you see the walls rising to isolate us?
by the light of missiles and violence. the problems will turn to ash, ash, ash.
poisoning ash, killing our earth.
what so proudly we hailed as a great change for America.
College. Death.
Sheer dropoff, cliff
A black abyss
Never return, no one's ever come back
Disappeared, never heard from again
Move on, other people
What a gift you'll be to some
Chug-a, chug-a, chug-a, chug
You fall behind, you're out of luck.
Brute mechanisms all in place
to stay on track & win the race,
They work in time and go in sync
so you'll go far, or so you think.
Eyes burnt and veins red,
By 3am dreams of life are dead,
Is that a trumpet I hear?
The sound of the end, freedom from despair,
Take me to thee, take me please,
This pain hunts me, I’m under attack
We have nothing to say
But we can sure sound cute
My generation has got a brand new pair of boots
And we're not taking em off
every day, wake up early.
every day, eat a tiny breakfast.
everyday, leave for work.
Sometimes late.
Sometimes early.
Never happy about it.
Get home
mope.
I am not the same girl I was yesterday. There are so many events that have paved the way.
From left to right and back again they swing:
The golden disks, the pendulums depended.
Indifferent to those who onward tread,
They click in perfect time, in time unending.
This past yearI went from living in fearOf where is my next mealTo getting a job Between school and workI work seventy hours a weekSometimes I wake up weakAnd I sleepIn class
Everyday I woke, I worked, all day to day, no change.The broken record called "My Life", was simply played away.Routine will grind your smallest bones of vigor into naught,and as day and day pass away you'll find your heart has stopped.For me, for
Shoveling driveways, my ligaments at risk of a deep freeze, I earn my worth.Saving money, temptations of Pinterest, I earn my worth.Studying units, sleep deprivation clawing at the backs of my eyelids, I earn my worth.Building a GPA, drowning in a
The bright light of a new beginning,
Crawling turns into walking,
Running to the playground grinning,
Recently, applying for scholarships have become a blur.
The number one question I get is
What are you personal and educational goals?
To me, stating my personal and educations goals seperately
Happiness is the blood line for life
life is body and soul
once alligned then refined
working all your life isn't a task
but a mask, of how people precieve you
may you recieve wellness, not hate
Part 1: Time to work
Times were tough
And if you made money it was never enough
Sometimes you did bad things
Most times you did right
Coming home from a long shift
When I step out the car Collete already near
Walking toward the chair my feet hurt
I take a sip of water
My comfort cannot be quench
Only my furry friend Collete
5- Wake up, Start The Show
7- Get Up, Get Ready, Start Class
5- Pull Lines, Feel the Flow.
A'int rattling no coins,
I'm workin', I'm on my way.
Not on display like some toddler,
Gon' make someone proud today.
Dancin' in the fire like a greedy moth,
I'll take the heat, I'll eat the flame,
What's in a degree for you and me,
Time well spent or time merely lost?
How high a fee, how great a cost!
What's the reward? What can we be?
We strive to be the bosses of our selves,
I was just another kid,
bright eyed, the world was mine,
till I found out, it was all a lie,
not one person gives hand outs,
no ones your friends,
you work so hard,
but you still pretend
Can this just be the present
That everyday is
Even with a nemesis
Or without even saying
Wanting the same Even if it's in different shades
Or different context
Day after day
You start thinking about what you have done
You are exhausted
And you wonder when is it all going to stop
You work
And work
It's crisp and clear on a wonderful day
I wanna take a step outside and play
The weatherman says its just the right temperature
I could go chill and relax all my worries away
Shoot! I forgot I had to work today
Am I failing?
I'm probably failing.
Did I pass?
Will you look for me?
No wait don't look.
I'm not ready.
Are you sure?
Should I go talk to her?
Did you say I got an A?
The children are dyingand their mothers are crying.The kid took a bullet through his headright over his bed becausehe dreaded waking upto go to school in the morning.The teachers are scorning the kids
So many stresses,
Day after day after day!
It makes my head hurt!
The pain in my head
Can feel like a volcano
Filling me with dread!
I am a river
working hard
always moving
changing everything around me,
while accepting change, myself.
Sometimes I am calm
sometimes I am restless.
No matter,
for I am a river.
The words of people have this cruel effect of getting under our skin,
applied on the outside they are allowed to soak through.
With the power to both heal and hurt they race through our blood,
"Truly I should be working, no?"
Whispered the little student
"Surly this is what’s right"
She fretted in her mind
"But why should I do it?
Why? oh why? oh why?
Why is it such a stress?
Do well in elementary
To get good high school classes
To get the good teachers
To get a good GPA
To get into a good college
With a good major
To get a good job
To get a good career
Imperfection. That means flawed.
Doing all that you can day in and day out,
living the struggle.
They see you trying, they don't see you crying when you are staying up late after work.
I've done everything
that you wanted me to do.
I broke my hands
just like you.
I can no longer walk
but I earned my pay.
Congrats Mother
you had your way.
This old house is alone
Dark and damp
Where there used to be sunshine
Now is gloom
There are a lot of rooms
Plenty of places to hide
But you hear nor see any children
Just the quiet
A 5 year sentence of bad luck
I didnt know my life could run such a muck
from my cancer to the loss of my father
i started to wonder... Should I even bother.
I tried to stay positive for I knew better
Go to pre-k to socialize
Go to kindergarten to alphabetize
Finish grade school to add, read, and write
Start junior high to divide, swallow history, and accept the map
Stupendously surreptitiousInnuendo on the rocks.Deliciously denigrated,Drunken with the fox.Imbibed and steeped like Earl Grey,Steaming under the white collarOf studio-excellent executivism.
He saw the cloudsand took his umbrellaon his sleepy carousel liferound and roundup and downeighty floors highto eradicate his stack of papersbefore his noon expedition
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?
Like the sidewalk flower,
We develop from difficulties.
Struggling through cement,
We learn our lessons.
Like the sidewalk flower,
We overcome our obstacles.
Battling through bricks,
I get up
at 5 in the morning for 5 days
and 1 day I have to be out the door by 1.
On the Seventh day God allowed Himself to rest from his labors
But I am not so lucky.
Family is dear and preious to me
All I want to be Is the girl on a magazine,
But she isn’t real.
All I want to be
Is that girl all the boys see,
But I know her body is that way naturally.
I don’t hate me
But I want to change me.
Oh my sweet boy
I have some cacophonous words for you
You are Not the boss
and maybe you would see that
but you are too far up his ass
It must be very dark because it's obvious you can't see
At 6am, I'm miserable.
Time to get out of bed, move my behind,
Clock in for $7.25 at the daily grind,
Eight hours for this is fucking criminal.
At noon, I'm finally awake.
When I’m at school I’m always wearing a mask
I keep quiet, do my work, and always the first to class
I’m very punctual I student I show up almost every day
Fantasy
Surreal, Whimsical
Frollicing, Flying, Dreaming
Fun all day and all play, No fun and all work
The world is surrounded with thing of a dream.
The stars are all shining; look at them gleam!
Though things might get harder, we can still sing.
Let us live for our new day so we can live in Beauty!
For several years I was stuck in a rut
It was time for a change, so I trusted my gut
I was doing the same thing for many years
It was time to step out, time to face my fears
The room is too warm
My palms are sweatty
He paces, glancing at the pages.
Time is running out
I read fast but nothing sticks in my mind.
I can't remember the answeres.
He glances my way and i flinch.
When you wake up in the morning, and you have to go to work
But you were up late last night writing, and your fingers really hurt
You work at a local deli, cutting and slicing bread
Camera lights flashing,
hundreds of people clapping.
I did it;
WE did it.
The smiles,
the laughs.
The friendships that will always last.
How did I get so lucky?
Stepping onto that mat;
Its that time again, back to the grind. Its the era of work, nothing left to unwind
My head hurts.
My bag is heavy.
I feel it pull my shoulders down
to my aching feet; To the ground.
My back, oh my back.
The brisk wind slaps me.
My bones ache.
My body stiff against the attack.
Optimists think this is the best possible world,
While pessimists fear it's true.
The greatest pleasure in life,
Is doing what people say you cannot do.
No one is perfect.
That's why pencils have erasers.
The time we spend with ourselves
when living in a community full of so much.
The money we try to save
towards spending on the next new thing.
The work we put into not working at all
I don't think that I can see it as well as other people
You can do it again and again for centuries
Checking my work
My new job
Making costumes
Doing makeup
The only thing that can make me happy
Negative thoughts
Leading to Emotional distraught
Making appearances that only seemed to be of neglect
Heartbroken to realize that people will never see you prosper
Your hard work neglected
Well this is quite a surprise.
I've never been asked this inquiry before.
im being asked what makes me tick?
being a single mom of one
a college student
a part worker
being an intern at 25?
no none of those things makes me tick
it makes me grow
I miss being a kid when life was fun
Now all I am is on the run
Trying to hustle and work to come up with that tuition money
Inspiration
What is inspiration but a fanny pack full of hammy down quotes from people no different than you or I. Or is it indifference that allows one to be different. "Haters gnna hate!"
Does anybody up in here have a story to tell or is it just me
You know me growing up being the lawyer that I want to be or me growing up being another menace to society
For years my thoughts were silent
Trapped in the matrix of my mind
The only resolve, a pen on paper
Hoping to leave my past behind.
Having no idea how to share myself
With the people surrounding me
You threw me away like a grain of sand,
Carried astray by the winds at hand.
All for what?
Your own self-righteous gain;
Hopes that you've preserved your precious treasures of today?
I've realixed that when it comes to life, everything and everyone in it has an imperfection. A slight misunderstanding that the universe as a whole compels to call a fatal flaw that keeps life at its best, from perfection.
Going into college;
was a new begining.
I was scared yet nervous
Anything was possible.
Nothing turned out,
the way I pictured it.
Everything was
different.
I wake up in the morning.
It's six o'clock and I'm yourning.
I get up out my sheets
trying to scavenge something to eat
then I gotta brush my teeth.
since i ain't in a rush
I wait for the bus
The fids are screaming for breakfast
I can do that
There’s homework still to do
I can do that
Need to finish next months’ budget
I can do that
Wait, still need to clean the loo
I can do that
Life is something i find myself thinking,
yet i don't have much of an inkling,
of what i might really be thinking.
My thoughts sway and shift,
dwell and jump,
yet never stop.
Life is a universe,
The alarm sounds every morning at 4:30
I look outside but see nothing because it's still dark
As I prepare for another day at the job I loath
I question why I spend my precious time doing what I hate.
I have awoken
From the slumber that has
Trapped the billions.
Enlightened - by chance -
Seeing what they do not,
Feeling what they ought to,
Everyone has dreams to make it for their familes get of the hood to live good well some people was born into this world with a sliver spoon in their mouth
If you ask me what makes me tick
then I'd have to tell you I don't tick, I tock
And if you aserted I was to pick
I'd simpy laugh and decide not
If you asked me to fall in line
You're going to leave a mark on this earth,
Weather it's on your tombstone
Or your way of living!
My heart, my mind and my soul
It's hurting me to even let this show.
Giving up was never an option for me
but obstacles in my way wouldn't allow me to see.
I'm beautiful because I know it.
im beautiful because I don't have to flaunt it.
I'm beautiful because someone doesn't have to tell me.
Understand that life has changes
New chapters come,
we are forced to turn like pages
Some of us live...like we are ageless
but overcame by pain and sorrow
we ask ourselves "How can we change this?"
My footsteps are a snare drum, beating with every step I take.
Violins hum when I open my eyes.
And when I look at you, a blare of tumpets make me joyfully deaf
So all I can see is you
In all your simple beauty.
When i was young, they all thought i was going to succeed
Always compared, whenever my sisters were there
All of the pressure that caused me to bleed
Once i failed, i knew it was too good to be true
Who are you?
No but seriously, who?
You think you know me but you really don't.
You should get off your high horse but i know you won't.
I can't take a step without your watchful eye;
What's that thing walking down the hall
looking like a plastic Barbie doll
everything about her is completely fake
That's looking on the outside in
that's looking on the outside in
of the Gossip Queen
We love to hate but hate to love
everyday i watch girls cover their face with make-up
we pour ourselves into our jeans
trying to fit the mold of what we think we should be
We love to hate but hate to love
everyday i watch girls cover their face with make-up
we pour ourselves into our jeans
trying to fit the mold of what we think we should be
I stare at myself in the mirror,
And the image looking back at me is one that is disappointing,
I look in the mirror and the body that appears infront of me,
does not match my mind.
We all strive to be such a thing,Beautiful.
But we look in the mirror,
We study our image,
It becomes more flawed,
We are eaten alive by our desire, beauty.
Be loud. Be confident. Whats better than being so predominate? Be free, carefree. Try risks bigger than the sea. Be bold. Be kind. Mark the times you thought you would never find.
Abused Never More
Never look into your eyes,
don't talk to anyone,
stay at home at all times,
Seven Billion people.
With over 200,000 births every day.
How are we supposed to know who we will be?
Concrete shells dig into my fleshas your teeth gnaws at my neck –hungry, vehement, absent.
Hate
This disgusted feeling
For another human being
So wicked
For a man who didn't mean a damn thing
If you want love honey, go love yourself
But instead you chose to spread your legs
Is blue, blue?
Or do you see a different hue?
Do we all see a different color known by one name?
Or do we all see just the same?
How can you say blue is blue,
When she see's green too?
Adrenaline pumps as a worry wart scurries, preparing the utter but cruel fate of the "real" world. Tick tock, a race against the clock, call me White Rabbit as I tend to fret for the minute feelings in a myriad of ways.
Today is the day I must perform
I wake up in the morning and look outside
The sun's out.
Does that mean I'll be good or--
Will the opposite occur?
Its time to go...
I drive past homes and stores,
How can things be so difficult one minute, but then dissolve into something so pure? How do people look over the beauty of mistakes and only focus on the bad and evil perspectives?
These things really do happen.
We're told our whole lives that if we dream it, we can make it happen
Stick with that sport, hobbie, job or talent and it will eventually happen
At some point there comes a time where we have the talk with our parents
The talk about success and at some point we all choose to digress
And I stare
As you stand there
But you don't see
What I can be.
We are here
But I do fear
You will never know
What I want to show.
My feelings for you
A pretty smile
With creativity
And discipline
You have yet to see me
A person with sensibility
Coaxed in concentration and diligence
You have yet to see me
Natural born talent
We all wish we could start over;Go back in time and begin anew.Try as we may, we just cannot.This we know, but regret to believe.Everyone wants one more moment.
The other day James told me that he had a almost reached a dream that was close to me,
He said he could've went to play ball oversees, but I guess it wasn't meant to be.
Which really makes no sense to me,
There come a time in every man’s life
Where he learns about who he is destined to be
Some day he will take on a wife
As he choose her and she choose he
Everyone talks about what it's like for them
How difficult they have it
Why the world is unfair to them and why they need to catch a break
I'm not one of those people
I'm not poor or rich
I've been told, "write what you know"
But what if all you know is anger and anxiety and pain and drama and crying into your pillow because all of the available shoulders are occupied?
As I look at the doors around me,
I hear a rattling sound coming from one of my belt loops.
Then I look to where the sound came from.
I saw a key of rings on my belt loop.
At 12:34am those thoughts start trickling in
The world is quiet, no distractions
First, a few drops of prose
Then, a few analogies get sprinkled in
Then all of a sudden, an ocean of ideas pour through my brain
At 12:34am those thoughts start trickling in
The world is quiet, no distractions
First, a few drops of prose
Then, a few analogies get sprinkled in
Then all of a sudden, an ocean of ideas pour through my brain
Have you listened lately?
Or did you become blinded by what you wanted to hear over what you needed to hear.
Selective hearing, I guess?
My talent is something God gave me a voice to move the room
Eyes are restless and heavy
As a brick on the chest cavity sits.
My body feels nothing but pure hunger.
A hunger for nothing but more slumber.
6:00 a.m
Eyes are still restless and heavy
I See You.
So if you
say that you see me,
can you really...?
Can you look
past my hips, and beyond
my thighs...
Behind my
eyes and into
the depths of my mind..
Darling,
Theres a trick to every story:
Read the ending so youre not disappointed.
Keep your expectations set low
But your head held high,
Dont let them ever see you cry.
Theyre not worth your tears
They Said…
They said, you have to be realistic
And just live
But what does being realistic mean?
Do you know what is real and what is not?
If dreams are not real
Then, what are they?
Although life may seem unclear
Believe that their is something for you
Consider this a gift yourself
Dream....
Everything is now visable..
Is anyone up there?
Tired of wondering where,
warn out on wondering how,
and never getting a reply.
If evil is the problem,
who can give us the answer?
If God is the ultimate good,
My dear Dream! You neither come with comforts nor
You let me sleep with comfort.
From the day one since I've met you until the time I marry you,
I stay obsessed with you,
Life is like having a tick
irritating like when you get a prick
kinda like getting hit by a brick
Sometimes you want to let it go
But hold on you might find a glow
Walkin throug town you get a little down
I have dreams
They mean so much to me
And seems
I can't distinguish from reality
What am I suppose to do ?
What am I suppose to say ?
Just a small voice
Just a drawing in the dirt
It is my aspiration
To be loved, to be heard
As surely as the wind blows
As surely as a boat sails
As surely as moon shines its light
No one told you to see them
No one asked you to stare
No one cared you spent that moment
Wishing they weren’t there
No one believes the scars are true
"Paper has more paitence than people,"a simple saying by Anne Frank that should be an ornate ode.
Fuck staying in one place too long
Your life is your own song
Written however you want
Many people close to you will try to taunt
And even haunt
Your dreams and aspirations
The cruel silence lingers in the airJust watching with a malicious smileWatching the poor broken girl sobbing
People think they can define you by the way they see you rather than the way you live
Money does make the world go round, literally
My parents struggling for the best for me and my brothers
She walks around with a smile on her face
But no one sees the struggle it takes
The weight that she carries is no simple task
Blustery day of finality
Friends held dear to heart, scatter
Falling caps
Mothers laugh, try to snap a picture
Sad stories
Some here, some there
I write them from my soul
But no one seems to care
All they hear are woeful tales
Brimming eyes with tears
I wonder if they feel the pain between the lines
I know what you’re thinking,
Here goes another Muslim.
Preachin, teachin tryna change the way the world sees them.
But I’ll make this quick.
I’m NOT a refugee
Born in the south next to American Babies
I want so much
I work hard for it
Yet it seems out of my reach
Constantly put down
Saying I won't achieve my my dreams
But I believe
One day it will happen
One day I'll make it happen
You tell them the truth , your secrets. You let them fall right through. Misjudged them as somebody you can trust , then they turn on you , fake people, we donated our lives our pride and secrets.
I used to hate my face.
I defined my beauty by how many likes I got on my profile picture
Or by how many people said they liked the way I looked.
I was so embarrassed by my interests
And if people made fun of them,
For a long time I searched
For the thing that brought me solace.
When I was young I loved to read,
And my sister wanted to be an author
And being the little sister,
Naturally I did too.
I don't write because I can,
Or because I think I'm good at it,
Or because I want applause.
I write because, next to my lungs,
Words are what keep me breathing,
And the link between my left hand
The job that will change my life is a news reporter. Lights camera action knowing what's happening looking serious with a shocking reaction live infront of a screen with tons of makeup on because I'm ugly
Tick Tock, Tick Tock,
Is high school over?
Is it off the clock?
Tick Tock, Tick Tock,
I'll be ready for college,
To gain more knowledge.
As children we think life will be easy. When we were young we thought that all the rules would go away, all the pain would cease, school would be out forever, and we thought we would have all the money in the world.
to be heard or to be seen
which is superior?
i posit they are the same
What need is there of a voice when hands are quite capable?
a language of the hands lives among us
I'm a rich kid,
grown in the suburbs,
lost then found in life,
collected on this never ending circus tour,
where is my pride, my faiths contour,
lost as his mother screams,
I'm frightened
I feel over whelmed.
My panics are black
Along with my Scores.
My GPA exists bulky,
albeit i have to compensate for everything.
My banquet.
My automobile.
My institute.
Ever since the age of seven, I've been told I'm gifted, but what does that even mean?--
That I can pass a standardized test with a little more ease that those around me?
I rise like a dead man alive;
A walking, talking, breathing, eating
Corpse that's trying to revive
Its human sense of dignity.
The house is full of mine and theirs,
The furniture, the memories.
When does it stop? And where does it begin?
Is it how you got there? Or does it only matter that you're here.
You've been through the worst, and you've given your best.
I feel like the decades have hitten a rough path.
Seeing people my age or even younger, acting like maniacs.
YOLO, has made things worse.
Really? You didn't know you only live once?
We wake up every morning because they tell us to.
Throwing on clothes they see as proper.
Time passes,
Memories are made,
Seasons change,
Feelings shift,
Friendships evolve,
Life goes by quick,
Yet ever so slow,
Like a snail,
Feelings fade,
Friendships not as strong,
What a simple thing to ask
When I'm screaming
crying
dying inside
to be heard
When the world crumbles all around me
When the floor drops from beneath my feet
It makes sense that we all be troubled but don't be overwhelmed by your struggle.
It is unfortunate
That a nation that once believed in its children
Is now built upon the backs of them
The walls are moving.
They shift in and out in tight, undiscernible patterns:
Quickly, slowly,
Scraping your back when you try to turn.
They get too small;
They become too narrow some ways.
Life is too short to sleep
Nights become extended days
As bills pile up and books become your walls
Classes fill up your autumn, winter and fall
Poetry! Oh poetry!
Roses are red.
I'm feeling kind of blue.
My teacher says,
"Get out your pencil,
I checked my schdeule today
Yellow on tuesday
You fooled me
I believed in us
You fooled me!
I helped make you first
And you made me yellow
Yellow on Tuesday
i put my cap down as i arrive
temperture prospered beyond 85
its summer looking for a job
dam not having one made my momma cry
time showing the change my mind blaze with rage
As I wake up
I have my towel in hand
Brushing my teeth
Putting on clothes
To go
To school
I have a test today
Papers due tomorrow
I'll study after
I go
each paycheck of mine is soiled with notes and words and
organic molecules. every stolen envelope, in
my mind, resonates
a time of vast
Wrinkled but soft
Aged and veiny
Her hands have raised us
Tonight they stir spaghetti,
Hang wet clothes,
Wash the dishes.
And how beautiful they are.
It’s said to be heaven
Hurrying in to work, late again.
The cold still nipping at my nose,
The heat of rushing burning in my legs.
I try to calm my heartbeat
But it’s useless when I see you.
Warmth fills my stomach
There’s a waiting line at the door…tick!There’s a family of seven, three kids…tick!There’s no more juice...tick!We just ran out of tomato…tick!Kid number two just spilled his soda…tick!
When was the day that I felt the heat?
Was I lifeguarding on Jackson street?
Was I pouring salt on a customers fries?
Was I organizing silk sewn ties?
Did i ring up that DVD correctly?
I sit in constant worry, wishing on a star.
What I will I do that could change my life…forever?
Will I make it that far?
My mind is conflicted. Anxiety is consuming me.
Most people wake in the day and fight through the struggle.
Just to make ends meet to battle with themselves to finish the day.
Work
Work
W
O
R
K
That all you do,
But what about me?
We are the children of the world,
self inflicted pain
I'm pouring salt in my own wounds.
Stuck in the past;
time doesn't heal after all.
Thoughts in your mind
are constantly telling you
You're not good enought to weak,
What is your job?
Is it something you dread?
Fear? Hate?
It shouldn't be.
What should your job be?
Your job should be something you enjoy
Love. Anticipate.
I strive and strive to reach the top.
Never ever thinking to stop.
All I hear is “Go harder, Keep pushing!” and “Be number 1!”
But what if number 2 is all I got?
They claim words don’t hurt,
My once white skin now a dark tan
10 years old and already working with my hands
My mother and father didn’t come from much but we got by with what we had
A job
Enough to eat and get by on these rags I call clothes
I dream of flying
not in the sky,
but in the way
that a dream
soaring far above our heads
can lift our feet
into the air.
I dream of meaning
something.
Not to myself
The people squirming
Through each other
Sprinting
Pacing
Chuckling
Weeping
Briefcases in hand
Lunging
For the office
Laptops
Cellphones
Watches
Files
It's Not About Whether Or Not You Like The Choice Of Working A 9-5,
It's About The Choice You Have To Make In Order To Provide,
Some People Have To Teach Classrooms,
Some People Have To Clean Bathrooms.
Potential is what I see
when I look in in the mirror staring at me.
Thousands of ways to help the world...
But will I be so ever bold?
To work one of my destined careers,
That helps both of Earth's hemispheres?
Walking down the street
Suddenly life changed
I thought to myself
“I gotta stop being so disengaged,
It’s time to take control of my own life,
Be the man I want and end my strife”
You asked me what I wanted.I didn’t know what you wanted to hear,So I looked at other people’s poems.And I realized that what I want is, essentially, the same as themTo be heard.
It’s when autumn
in its final throes
surrenders
and one morning
you draw in
a peculiar breath
thick with frigid air
that you realize
the winter’s made
its presence.
This is what I want to say:
Thank you.
But I have struggled
Trying to find the words
To make you understand
With absolute clarity
What you have done for me.
Two months ago,
the beauty of simplicity is an art in itself
toes touching the dewy summer morning blades of grass
Money vs Survival
Another worry versus another worry
Seeking money to survive veruses just survivng
Slaving away versus Living away
Tears of hardship versus Tears of real life.
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.
Memorizing data to spit back out verbatim
That’s not learning
Banking our self-worth on a letter
That’s not learning
Staying up so late that the book get’s blurry and our brain gets fuzzy
That’s not learning
Why I Try
I try for all the people
All the ones gazing upon me with zealous thought
And all the ones who wonder what the truth had brought
As the sun goes down our journey starts and our feet begin to wander
For hours and hours we hike, and over countless trails we ponder
The journey is long and its not easy, its nothing but sweat and blood for miles
From the break of day to nightfall
copious passengers:
overworked mothers,
college students,
gang members,
important business men,
with facial declarations that are impossible to conceal
It's crazy, I know.
To think for a second
That maybe us students
Have a life outside of your classroom.
That maybe we don't care about
The information you throw at us for 2 hours.
Hey Ms. Smith, how are you?
If you ask me, I'm feeling blue
I see the wheels turnin' in your brain
Thinking of new ways to cause us pain
Our pencils move fast; our hands cramp up
Work, study, sleep,
work, study, sleep.
I have no time
to finish a rhyme,
to busy am I
trying to get by
With a monstrous load of Composition.
Work, study, sleep
Go to school
Become bored
Whine
Waste time
It is a sign.
What happend to the education?
We learned to memorize.
We learned to patronize.
I have come to speak today,in a rather crude way,about the prestigious lifeof a college Sophomore.
Life in the suburbsoff the Hudsonwhere everyone livesin the moment, secondtied up in bowsby cell phone clocksticking as they jointhe everyday paradeof work - with it'sdestination: happiness
At work I am always given the same shifts.
Everytime I come in I am given the same responsibilities.
When I ask why, why the same, the answer is always the same
You are the best at what you do,
Thoughts fluttering my conscience mind as I try to unwind from time spent making seven twenty-five and a dime.
How can I be at ease knowing that I have two mouths to feed and no one to take heed to the pain that is felt within.
He was immersed in the hum-drum of everyday life,
his Mondays bleeding into his Tuesdays, just as it had for fifty-five years.
Protected by his shining armor of ignorance,
he was untouchable.
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 walk in
Incognito
Gliding inbetween unfriendly faces
Quickly opening the small door
Making my way into the backroom
There it is
My little piece of magic
The crimson smock I wear
If they don't know your dreams
They can't shoot them down.
Open your eyes child, those pyros are burning 'round.
Emptyed my bowl filled with hopeless immunities.
Don't dread on you past.Live each moment as your last. Don't just lay and sleep.Get up on your feet. They say "all comes to those who wait."Truth is, "all comes to those who get up and work hard for it."
Life is a control
We hold the power over ourselves in our hands
But there’s no anytime use power button
Although there is that little button some people resort to
When they just can’t handle it anymore
Hartford is a storm.
Hartford is a rainbow.
Hartford is a concrete rose garden
That when the sun washes over the streets
They grow.
When you're young you develop dreams,
but it's easy to expect a lot and think it'll come easy.
In reality those dreams become the little things,
and all the hard work causes you to get queasy.
Wake up every morning, 7 amGrab a weak coffee from the five cup machineGlance at a can of beans in the fridgeWonder how long I can make them last
As we complain about things being unfair,
there are families in the US without health care.
You may not have gotten what you wanted for your birthday,
there are people in Haiti trying to survive after an earthquake.
The INSOLENT hands of the clock
are shadily employed by boredom itself
Each tick is a moment spent examining the air
each tock is the scream of a perishing elf
Dormant, idle, indolent, motionless
I step out of the plane
Baggage on my right hand
A bag of toys on the other.
One foot touches the concrete.
The hard surface onto the soft soles of my feet.
If today were the last day to live,
would you call your enemies and forgive?
or would you go to the shelter to give?
something simple can express so much
our hands together is a simple touch
"Hello, My Name is Amanda."
Yes, I work at Dollar General.
I would be glad to help
But I'm off duty right now.
And we're at Wal-Mart.
Have a nice day.
Abnormal, poor, weird words I hear daily
Growing up poor wasn’t a choice; wishing it was a choice
Each day I struggle looking over my should, hearing them laugh,
Avoiding the landlord, rents overdue.
Begin
wake up at five
then take a drive
flip a switch
and try not to bitch
fill the cups with ice
then try to smile and be nice
take the tips
of quarters and dimes
Life is coming at you quick
There is no place to turn
College is upon you
Adult hood is upon you
Life - is upon you
Those days are gone
The days of sitting down at tables
French-fries in hand
these hands, subjacent to my heart,
brush tears from eyes,
push water through space,
teach children to swim,
feed hungry lost souls, faith,
make art, heal wounds,
and open doors... for you.
Life is like dominoes,
each one has an effect,
wherever the first one falls
has an influence on the next.
If the heroes of old learned how we kept this place
They would rise from the grave and they would spit in our faces
The land and the sea is soaked with blood and their tears
Maintaining our freedom for hundreds of years
Teachers assign us books to read
Most people don't take heed
Because we know we won't need
The knowledge in them someday
Everything is happening
In an unattainable rapid speed
I can’t keep up
My brain is burning
I slam together my eyelids
Hoping to slow
Everything down
Or just make it stop
Going
Cyclic
Spinning
Weaving
Dying
Spewing
Churning
Turning
Weeping
Leaving
Sleeping
Crying
Weeping
Crazy.
There's too much pressure
To not fail today.
School, work, and graduation
In May.
Going off to college
Opening the door
Start of a new life
Different from before.
People want EVERYTHING you have but fail to realize there was a time you had NOTHING.
All they see are the good days that go so well, they always seem to miss the days everything fail.
Expected to act like an adult,
but treated like a child
Expected to make mistakes,
but never fail.
Expected to be confident,
but in silence.
Expected to be happy,
but focused.
Senior year I begin,
New costs and less money
It’s time to step up
A new chance to grow,
A new chance to learn,
The burns and backaches,
The stress and headaches.
Constrain all my thoughts
Do you hear that
shh, listen closely
Do you hear that
shhh, listen closely
Do you hear that sound
the sound of a homeless man begging for beer,
of children crying because mommy and daddy don't wanna hear
They don’t have much life in their bodies only in their eyes
Their bodies sore with daily task
Thoughts are thick
Putting a heavy weight on their minds
Drained out
Full of fear and sorrow
But in their eyes
His dad always told him
“You can do anything
Be anything”
And he believed him
Some days he was a
Dancer
Director
Dentist
Or even a
Dinosaur
But never was he a doctor.
