Experience
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(I would step outside before looking in)
In the end you will find
Only the witness as he stands:
Open, bare to the world,
Among it, of it, a part,
It hurts so much
That I now fear nothing
It hurts so much
That I revisited everything
Under the noon
Trust is just like earthenware
You have to handle with lots of care
When broken, maybe repaired
But the break will always be there!
It's weird
the concept of time
and life
and love
all unraveling in my head
being young
and confused
it's weird
a year later i've taken a full circle
and found myself
My life before was perfect,
I was to young to wonder why.
I was to young to charish life,
Before I said goodbye.
Goodbye to all the people
I knew and loved and hated.
You don’t see color?
Then you must have a real hard time with traffic lights.
But no, what you really mean is
You choose
Not
These Days It's CLEAR I've Now Passed ... " Those Years " ... !!!
Where RUNNING My Mouth ...
To PROVE WITHOUT Doubt ...
That My Thoughts Are SOUND ...
Is NO LONGER A Need That Lives Within Me ... !!!
Outside, at the end of the driveway,
A small cluster of trees
Shades me as bursts of euphoria
Erupt, in time with the chorus.
Gentle breeze, painted sky,
Enlightenment of purpose is met
Before the " unthinkable"
I was still naive
or was it merely innocent?
and the " unthinkable" was but a shadowy realm ..
And then " it" happened
like a shattering of soap bubbles-
Shall we continue searching for the end of the rainbow?
Or appreciate the majesty of the colored lines
The pot of gold might change your financial situation
But don't we learn more through difficult and arduous time?
Swirling, swaying, spinning in time to the blaring music
I close my eyes
When they open, I’m a little girl
I wish I knew where I was going, jumping on trampolines and through the gardens of my thoughts.
What is it like to be eighteen?
Eighteen is driving down a dark road
Blasting music
At 12 am.
Eighteen is a baby eagle
Just leaving
"Hey. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"What's wrong?"
I'm not quite sure how to answer that.
Do I believe something is wrong with me?
Depends on the day, time, and who's asking.
Flowers can't grow without water,
Love can't grow without guidance.
Flowers can't grow with stress,
Love can't grow with hate.
Flowers bloom and die,
Thick feathers protecting soft down
Feathers muddy brown reflecting sunlight
Sky’s scent absorbed in flight
Piercing eyes knowing secrets
Eggs in unstable nested in an unstable world
The bride so beautiful,
dressed in white.
She must be so tired,
she danced all night.
Her husband who loves her,
A mountain compared to the girl
Towering so far above her
She swears the moon dips right below it
Hammer in one hand, chisel in the other
She moves forward on the whispers
A mountain compared to the girl
Towering so far above her
She swears the moon dips right below it
Hammer in one hand, chisel in the other
She moves forward on the whispers
Poetry is not just words put together.
What I see is an experience
Told with feeling and emotion.
Through a window of words
I learn of their struggle, their dreams, their life.
To live is to learn.
He who has not sipped of the wine from a glass, half-empty....shall never know the taste, of true experience!
By: Tonya Carroll
my tongue was blue until you found me,
I was wasting my days with dirt on my face ,
blind from it all , the world became my personal space
On a
Loop losely based
off Kerouac and Motorcycle Maintenance,
Bums and Trains.
Yet what
most perplexes people...
Why.
Why try
so hard to go
So Far From Home.
The Answer?
Me and you I thought would be forever
We’ve been through it all and it basically turned into a never
I don’t feel the same anymore
I thought we were compatible
I’m done I hope I’m being understandable
I've had a fast kind of love
A slow kind of love
And the kind of love that you wouldn't have realized if it punch you in the jaw and sent you all the way to Japan Ha
Walking around pretending I'm okay.Acting like I'm fine each and every day.No one knows how I truly feel.No one knows my heart won't heal.My heart won't heal because of you.Because of you and the things you do.
Often yet not frequent,
I'd see this young delinquent,
An exact image of whom I were most recent,
So to say that I stare at my past thus avoiding myself at that instant.
That very moment,
Welcome
Welcome to the big leagues kid
Wait a minute
Are those "foreign" shoes? ..... you can't use those here
Do you know English?
America the Great!
We yell
With our high educational standards
Our freedom of speech and press and opinions
Our equal rights
The wrinkles in my brain
Deepened from encountering challenging worldviews and processing biological texts.
The wrinkles around the cusps of my eyes
Avast there, fellow!
See you not, and hear you not, the burnt sienna siren,
Beckoning from beyond the mast?
Nay, for over the scream of soaring seas
Now this is a story all about how,
My life switched up and turned upside down.
I'll take less than a minute, you don't have to sit,
I promise, I won't waste your time with this.
About this time last year,
It has been 4 years
I can finally say goodbye
I will say it with content
Because it was a battle I thought I would never forget
One change has given me that power
The power to say goodbye
I have fallen in love with you.
In such a
raw entanglement of souls,
I have tumbled and touched and
Wanted to touch
Every not so round corner and
Edge and
Gather ye round, kids, would you like to knowAbout how I took up the art of writing poems?Let me summarize my 18 years in all of their glory,As you sit around t
In the grace of the dawn
I rose,
With the sun,
To read a book of prose.
Before the early morning light had gone,
In the grace of the dawn
I rose,
With the sun,
To read a book of prose.
Before the early morning light had gone,
As one gears up to college
Oh what will lead to greater knowledge
For your friends, family, and of course, freshman year
With butterflies and jitters, there should be nothing to fear
I'm 15 years old now.Ms. Luna calls my name." Pay attention Ms. Campos, your timed assignments not a game."" Well i'm trying hard to focus.
Oh caption my caption
Is where it all started
It was Honors English 11 and I was nearly departed
We have been doing poetry for a while
And I was quite tired
Everyone seemed to hate this unit
As treetops,We could steal from the sunThe ray's kisses made of stardustThat holds a sparkle in your eyes.As little white clouds,We could stretch our limitsCovering more ground than space.
Theres a difference between
Calluses and Scars
Suprisingly both are relatively permanent
Both are made through weather and age
But while my scars are put there
By things I did not do
When it rains, it pours,
They say,
I've never known a grander truth.
Skies turn gray and I
Drown again
In water, tears, and straight vermouth.
Patterns, fractals,
Seem to be
Like a bad dream
Headache a pounding drum
Nasuea as if pregnant
Dizziness as the world spinning
The sun shining happily, Warming the sandy stretch, Dipped into the swaying mass of Cold, salty water.
What person has not gone through change
As we are young we do not believe what we need to here
Our mind, body, and spirit becomes rearranged
We are the present, god the seer
I do not know what the future behold
I swore that I got my light from the North Star
When I was just a flicker in the rolling fields of dark satin
I prayed to the sky,
“Grant me a dimmer backdrop
So that I may rise out of it”
Love:
Human connection
The exhilarating feeling of being close to someone
Two souls, finding each other amidst the chaos of this world
Two hearts, beating as one
Past or Future?
Optimism or Pessimism?
Trust or Skepticism?
Right or Wrong?
Why limit ourselves to a mere two choices?
Why ruin ourselves with the simple?
"Happy?"
"Sad?"
"Okay?"
Listen, I’m tired of pretending
I’m tired of pretending that just because I’m young, I don’t know anything
I’ve been through stuff that would blow your mind
In 5th grade, I remember it
"Final thoughts" With the my hours reaching their lastI prepare to end this life with a blastNot a blast in which refers toA joyous afternoon in the park with my familyMore in reference towardsTaking a 9mm straight to my cranium an
Traveling is what many long for,
To travel when and where you want.
To travel the world is to live free,
To live free, is to live happy.
Happiness is not a destination,
The more experience you gain the less you realize you actually know.... life is a glorious spectacle and the best part of this gift we are given only once.... is making it your own. Im the only me with the accomplishments only I earned.
I have seen so little in this life
The people I know fill my head with stories
but my eyes have not seen the fullness of this earth
I have seen so little of this world
A thousand times they escape my lips
Throughout the passing of dusk and dawn
They slip by too fast sometimes
Leaving only cruel regret
I cannot measure the harm they caused
Nor the joy they brought as well
Nothing matters
I will die
those I love will die
All will vanish, sucked up by the wind.
I am in a fugue:
a haze falls over my perception
I am nothing more than a body:
fragile
Horrible and unmorally
making dreadful and odd decisions
Being the person everyone hates
As the days pass I machure
Changing into the to the person you would adore
I crush me between my fingers and palm, squeezing tightly - relentlessly
Into my balled up fist I threw the things that make me me.
The bad things -
In this small world where we live in,
Where "busy" is the only word leaving our mouths,
Where our feet are stuck in the past,
Is there any path towards the future?
Without any thought about our actions,
Sleep to the sound of the music telling you your okay
Break the barrier of tears, you've been holding in all day
Smile at the sunrise coming up over the hill
Punch the person in the face, who tells you to "fucking chill"
With each passing second I am never the same person I was moments before.
he hands of Time seem at rest,
but with a simple, steady beat they move
toward an eternity unknown
to the world.
Life is so mysterious,Also very precarious.It can get tedious,Unless you are spontaneous!Life can be a hindrance,Hidden from the brilliance,Difficult to make a difference,
Holding my wooden basket,
Fingers splintering,
Walking through the apple orchard,
Feet blistering.
Birds echo their symphony overhead,
Then my ears catch a muffled noise;
Life is happening. In the city, in the wilderness, on an island, or in the desert. I spread my arms out to their farthest reach. Exhaling all of my fears and inhaling all of the joy's I am about to experience.
They say, "keep your friends close
But your enemies closer."
I ask, then, how do you know?
Who is your friend
And who is your foe?
One moment it's sunshine
And happiness and laughter.
Every day is a gift,
all the days just flow so swift
try to live positive & for others try to uplift...
<3
You are here for a reason bigger than you
I know some time you wonder what am I here to do?
Is it some thing huge & grand, here...
She doesnt know she poor, Even when life tells her in many ways Her refrigerator becomes empty. Whenever she is hungry she can't even find a whole meal. Her family barley has enough food to last them until they can get more.
Tell me what I want to hear.
Give me every reason to believe that you love me just from the waterfalls of your words
So I can drown in them.
It is the highest expectations that have the furthest to fall,
No rhythm
No rhyme
Just me
And myself
Dark hands
Bright face
WIth a dim glow in the eyes
Worn out
By the challenge
Of living each day with a smile
Inside
The earth fed us through our feet as we stood in the grass.
The rain quenched our thirst as it dripped into our trembling hands.
We indulged in luscious conversation
Over and over they raped her
Made her feel as if she wasn't there
Touched her innocent body
Behind the hazel, she's just a lonely little one. Behind the hazel, she wants to the world to be gone. Behind the hazel, she's fighting everyday. Behind the hazel, she's scared in every way. Behind the hazel, she's slightly shattered.
“Free me”, she screams in his face.“No more.No more a moore.I am a river.I flow.I live and give
I hate these ballet shoes
Everyday marks another bruise
And as I dance with the pain, my brain is in flames, going insane
Working double time over what should be considered a war-crime
Behind the curtain
What I keep hidden
From your eyes and mind
Is strictly forbidden
Under the mask
What a clever disguise
I wish i could write about nothing at all.
wouldnt it be interesting to describe nothing?
we couldnt say a color,
How would we know what color it would be?
We couldnt say a shape,
I guess I should just tear you off
Because you seem to want to define me
I guess because I resemble a Hershey's kiss
I'm just as smart as one but half as sweet
Because I look like I'm from African
My heart bleeds
onto the glaring whiteness
of this canvas.
Oh how should
I state the story
of my soul?
Staining the white canvas
with colour.
Red.
Life insists too much upon us
to take a second glance;
a second look.
We go through shutting everything out
and never realize what we could have;
what other people took.
So tired of playing the same sick games
Running around in circles playing whose to blame
We fight we fight you’re mad you go date around
Then when you aint happy
Im left to be found
"Nadia, here is some cash for you to go back to school with...I love you, do great... make me proud, you can do whatever you want in life".
"Hey Nad, I love you, happy birthday".
Wandering amongst the maze of shelves,
I hear their whispers of stories yearning to be heard from a multicolored sea,
Questions everyday
What you're how old?
How did you even get here, your a baby?
Omg! You're a baby, my little sister/brother is your age.
You should not be here, go back to highschool where you belong.
I have a voice, &I'll use it as if it were my last choice. My words and my thoughts define my expressions.
The true American experience
Is like a tree.
As we come together we
Grow tall and strong.
Our roots are buried deep in our rich
In my mind's eye,
I do not shed a tear for the meek
The meek so trite
Enveloped by spite
Lapping up mouthfuls of melancholy
Food for the souls of the misbegotten and bleak
I left my soul on your floor last night. Battered, and cold. The cracks in the tile cradled my scarlet letter, safely. Your hands strong; sweet.I was certain that this was honest—perhaps naive.
Love is a very powerful force that can motivate us, makes us new, teach us things, and give us emotional comfort.
Guitar riffs, bass lines
Drum beats, vocal harmonies
It fills you up
And I keep listening in hopes my cup will never be full
When you feel music like I do
And it keeps you alive
When you're hurt,you learn to hate.
On the other hand when you hurt someone, you're resented.
And of course depending on how human you are,you start to feel guilty as well.
To be considered great at something, you need experience
To be considered smart about something, you need experience
To be considered successful with something, you need experience.
I heard you buzz near. The quick flutter of your wings, an indicator- that you were small and most likely, ugly.
He's stripped her of her innocence,
His touch has darkened.
Her internal morals vanished,
Her souls' been broken.
She remains silent and carries on,
But her smile has wilted and gone.
At the end of the day everything is done for a single idea.
A single feeling. And that is happiness.
Happiness is not an object. It is not a person place or thing.
They say "it is better to have loved than to not love at all". I say its better to have severed ties than to compromise.Compromise your joy, your worth. To be with a man who constantly demeans it.
A troubled mind
Coupled with
A wounded heart
Shelter finds
In words and lines
That bring about
Through verse and prose
A peace of mind
That holds a power
And mine alone
My Little Sis
Silence at sunrise.
It's not unusual.
It's summer,
for late slumber.
Yet , a sound.
Woke mother and I.
Gargling sound.
So terrorized and frightening.
wicker baskets
positioned precariously at the edge of a bluff
like the skulls of children
(full of apples and oranges)
spilling forth into the ocean
mixing to create a fruit soup of sorts
Many people believe that time is moneySome add that money isn't everything thoughBut for me, time is simply trickyIt's the reason why I'm at a point so low
Warm laps of water beat down my skin. I feel reknewed again. Its a soft beating rhythmn that pierces my soul, A constant shift in tone that makes my heart tighten. I feel the flow down my body to my toes as Im eaten inside out, Gorge upon my
Being born in a black box
The room’s dark and cold
There’s a world outside
You know of a better world
But it’s beyond your reach
You can see it, everyone else
One day, there’s a door
Song of Innocence:
A bright light shining,
Shining and radiating proudly
O’er the land;
Proudly illuminating the poor
Hovel, the crumbling
On a Saturday night around 12 am I find myself lost in a haze of vibrations and hands
Pulling at my hips, while we dance
At the end of our meeting
With a name and a drink I was greeted
Where is the strength behind our power in words
Ancestors and philosophers alike have provoked speech
Where is this audience that we can be heard
The strength in our words is not the words themselves
My friends aren't really friends,
they're siblings,
they quietly jump my house's fence
and call me by the window,
we haven't necessarily told us the world,
but when we do,
I remember the day I graduated High School,
Thought of Senior Prom but to me it was not cool.
Well, that may be a lie because my company never approved.
Hanging around the wrong crowd was the biggest mistake I jumped into.
Words can be quite powerful things
With all the emotion that they bring
They make descriptions more beautiful
They make your speech more powerful
It all lies in the choice of a word
Down on my luck
Out of my mind
What's going on?
I've lost track of time.
Where do I go?
Why can't you stay?
It doesn't make sense
these words that you say.
What's this I hear?
Chills rested on January's breath
A realized sigh, a crushing taste.
Plastic tries and glassy eyes.
Lived in lies.
Spinning, falling, knees of cinder.
Trembled tries snap in the winter.
Where were you mom on my first day of school?
Where were you mom when that first A rolled through?
Where were you mom to know your child’s favorite colors?
Other moms know theirs you don’t even bother.
A ripple in the distance calls,
Softly falling on this stranger’s ears.
I feel it dripping on my brain already,
Inviting me to drain assumption.
Soon my consciousness is saturated,
Life is the opportunity that God gave us all
Love is what gives me a foundation
Foundation is what builds up my strength
Strength is what gives me courage
Courage is what helps me succeed
Standing in line, anxiously waiting to enter the venue, I feel
This strange connection with the people around me.
All of them here for the same reason as I.
To bask in the sweet sound of our passion.
