perspective
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I need her smiles.
Joyful.
Meaningful.
I hear her laugh.
Heart-warming.
Delicate.
I watch her face.
Prepossessing.
Emotional.
I see her hands.
The leaven of my skeptical mind, seemed to disappear in the countryside and small cities of Sweden.
I have forgiven those girls for what they said and did to me, as I do respect, love and appreciate their existence I wouldn’t change what had happened under those circumstances because they opened a new pathway for me to see.
It was hard to see clearly but the gray lit skies slowly started to perish and blue hues took way into the sky eventually being followed by an array of orange casting across the open fields and coating the trees with its golden light.
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.
Some find it hard
choosing between heart and head,
even when the perpetrators don’t deserve
I agreed when she called the world ugly,
When she whined it was a washed-out warped place.
Said I hated when weather was sunny,
Scorned sensations of summer on my face.
You look out to the sea,
and see the horizon,
where the known meets the unknown and chases into oblivion.
you get the feeling there's more to everything,
more to the sand that swallows your feet,
Her face is like the midnight sky.
The whites of her eyes are half moons,
and the stars escape when she cries.
I hope she doesn''t anytime soon,
but I've tagged her with graffiti constellations,
He's a stable smithyThinks his genius words are pithyAs he pounds, pounds, poundsInto the night.Swings his big word-hammerNever minding lies and grammarCuz he's gotta, gotta, gotta
The reflection in the pond
of the five flowers that bloomed on the bank
displayed like towers to my floor level frame.
Surrounded by the dirt and decomposed,
and the water swamping my sorrowed leaves
Once upon a Time, the sky was always blue
Once upon a Time, life has an external hue
Once upon a Time, everything was forever
Once upon a Time, the world was better
Upon this time, the world's not as divine
How can I hate those who raised me, When I am their baby? And I know that they hurt me, But I have been learning, That they are people too, There's a bunch of fucking shit that they went through.
Off you go, daughter
To a land of your own
For you and yours
To glow, and grow
I love you, and I love you too
Walking down a breached hall
we all assume this is for everyone
yet we cannot see, we are blind
you see that i am happy and content
i see that you are distant and lost
They see privilege and choice
You cannot change the world if you always stay the same
People won't like it but you cannot seem to explain
You chose a new lane and now you feel sane
Biting wind makes music against my skin
in the way my mother used to trace her fingers across my cheeks.
The place where I stand on my own two feet,
brought higher from the solitude,
I do fear.
I fear being forgotten
for having been absent
for having left without impression.
I fear becoming misremembered
This here, in my hands, is nothing more than an hour glass.
Time paves each grain of sand and marks the hours pass.
As each grain stumbles through a maze of consciousness,
It begins to identify itself with the others.
Art is an odd thing
Unexplainable most of the time
But breathtaking all of the time
Artists create pieces to express themselves on canvas
When we see we feel differently
An expression of who we could be
PunchPunchPunch the house
It's so messed upI want out
Light it up, I cannot bearMy sister crying as people stare
What will it take?I do no know.
I dare not ask,indifference my foe
Life can compare to that of a window sill
It’s part of a bigger picture and comes in
Various shapes, sizes, and colors.
Some are useful others just mere eye candy.
Many used to display plants and décor.
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
Power to the fist
Power to defeat
Power to challenge
Vested in a pen, a pencil, a feather was the power to plaster my emotions
Doesn’t sound too strong but let me fill you in on a secret
It is
As I read a poem about life,
I realize that other people go through like me,
Some people have pain and strife,
Yet a few have so much hapiness which they can see,
Still others fight for what they think is right,
Speechless, words do not flow about how I feel
Lost like ashes in the wind nothing I see appeals
Heart ripped, battered and sore with the sledgehammer
I trusted you once, twice, but not again with your disruptive manners
I died nine times to spare the others, I could spare nine lives to save my own. Perspective is a selfish heathen, human decency can't stand alone. We do not care about another. We only care about ourselves. We do good deeds to make us happy.
What worlds lie behind our reflection
What variegated beings dance among our fate
What truth is there in resurection
What love lies amidst delphic hate
In an ideal world
we wouldn’t have world hunger,
whole cities wouldn’t be down under,
we wouldn’t have to wonder,
"When will this all end?",
"Are you really my friend?",
His heart was tainted with darkness abyss,
Family ancestors of hatred violence,
Simply falling to the scars in his back.
Easily targeted for his skin,
Black with distaste and vile,
Pierce my skin and I shall not cry
for the suns shine is within me
My hearts a summers warmth
a blooming flower
that opens in the wake of spring
I have not anything here on earth
i'd still do it all over again
and
every day
i fell for you
i hoped you would love me too
but
you wouldn't
maybe i was wrong for thinking
you'd stay
but i never figured
Dear Past Self,
I know what you’re expecting me to say.
That it’s going to get easier and don’t give up.
Or maybe
That this is only the bottom of the mountain
And you have much further to climb.
Dear future self,
I write this with hope
That you're better off than me at this very moment.
War-ridden land
Perfect, ever confident
Never tries, always wins
Speaks no evil, hears no sin
What a picture perfect family
A model of what we should be
Perfectly incompetent
Always tries, never wins
I have been very independent.
Very to myself.
No one to cry to.
No one to ask for help.
People help me with obvious things though; like homework, essays, and colleges apps.
I was always a mixture of too much and not enough.
A galaxy dotted with stars and brillance,
but with dark spaces in between.
An ocean teeming with life,
I feel as though I walk with a target on my forehead,
A sign saying "Please mess with me, it's fun",
My pleas to leave me be are left ignored,
And I consider my escape, a gun,
I want to look into their minds,
Because I love you,
I ignore you.
Because I love you,
I control you.
Because I love you,
I expect things from you.
Because I love you,
I keep you in line.
This is love?
Sanity reaches out her hand
To stop the unstoppable comet,
Singed flesh to show
For the one she saved.
She was damaged
But she was whole.
Is there only happiness
It’s the moment you look at them.
Every single time your eyes meet,
You know in your heart, there,
that’s were you want to be.
It’s my burning passion an’ heart’s desire
For you to fall in love with fire.
I don’t expect you to understand;
You’ve known only ruin from fire’s hand.
You set its absence responsible for your frostbitten feet,
You see, the hood was red for a reason.
The wolves had every reason to fear her. She was merciless,
no charm and no amount of begging would suffice.
She carried other things in that basket of hers.
The night before, I dreamt of oblivion.
Alone in this world
Yelling into the void
And out of my indecision.
A mere two words prompting a connection beyond.
When? When will the world learn
How to expect a favor in return?
Why does everything we do
Need not benefit us too?
What’s wrong with spinning a lie,
Especially, if it’s how you get by?
What is light more than a torch in the night,
An invisible line between day and night,
The apearance that we know wat's right,
But even fairytale queens have their fight.
The Evil Queen may have been wrong,
Dear John,
If you thought the altitude was bad in Colorado, you should feel it up here.
In one breath, I am gone.
Sometimes, my mind goes with it...
Life is simply an illusionCircling around worldly reasonA world we see as true memoriamOnly made by our own comprehension
Hello my name is talent
i often live in fear
i'm scared i don't have courage
and my path is so unclear
Hello my name is Lonely
i'm often found in smiles
i hide behind your laughter
Weak, weak, weak,
my inner voice, it cries
Weak, weak, weak,
my confidence, it dies
Weak, weak, weak,
my faith, it slowly fades
brokenand I refuse to bealive and energizedbecause who I am issuffering everydayby drowning my sorrows in alcohol,but nothing changeseverything can be overin one small instant
America the great? Land of the free? What does America mean to me?
Who is America and who are its people?
An American is the weight of more than 19 trillion dollars of debt.
This pen is a sword
the paper it's victim
though not through words
do you find that its poison
but rather through lines:
bent and shaped as they are
they capture your mind
I comprehend
my own actions,
and these feelings in which I'm penned.
You never really know how it is,
to be in this body in which I spend
my time, but then
I don't comprehend
I comprehend
my own actions,
and these feelings in which I'm penned.
You never really know how it is,
to be in this body in which I spend
my time, but then
I don't comprehend
The organic perspective can never be wrong
It's fluid in nature, persistent and strong
From cerebral creation comes synthetic thought
Disguised as true nature, we notice it not
A change in me - I said that would never be
And something more - I said what would that be fore
I love the way I am and what I'll be
I see no reason for a change in me
Agitation sets in.
Rays of sunshine assault the roost.
Orange beams awaken the cock.
Obnoxious is my neighboring early bird.
As time goes by
the unfamiliar turns familiar
the unknown becomes known
the new turns old.
We lose sight of what was once
a bountiful opportunity as
the familiar becomes boring,
Oh yes georganne I know that feeling too well
That terrible treacherous feeling to live in hell.
Oh yes georganne I know that feeling too well
That terrible treacherous feeling to live in hell.
We see in a certain way
What we think we know
We don't
We see you struggle
We see you die
We do nothing
We think we understand
We feel sorry
We see again and again
We ignore
Part One:I am a destroyerDestroy herDestroy himDestroy them
Destroyer of worlds of multifarious dimensions.
Barren stems more than emptiness -within the confines of lost and broken,resilient as beauty is -Hope that awakens in white flowersto kiss you dreams that you areso welcome to take.
What’s the use of lacrimating hallow tearsthat spill over past and future worries?Past and Future have gone astray,despite your dismayhave you forgotten? Past never was and future will never be,
Moon shineSun shineweave through the linesthat divide and marginwhat we interpret as realityonly what is tangible and experienced but what of the invisible?
Beautiful faces,don’t leave beautiful tracesas dying culturesand nude sculptureshave in Rome. We have subcultures of the like:Scene, MOD, Emo, Hipsters,trendsetters that write newsletters
Darling (D E T A C H)I’m relievedit’s me craving youinstead of the otherway around.Unlike live lamenting roses,plastic petals never wear or tear -I am the neverfailing buttress system.
Excitement
This is what I feel
Takeoff
I'm at ease
Imagining the blue waters of the sea
I land
Please, I just want to be in the sand
The sun's light turns me blonde
I run as fast as I can.
The sky gets blacker and blacker.
I hear laughter fill the air where the wind once danced.
I can’t see where I’m going.
There’s no where to hide.
It’s after me.
I'm greedy;
I know it;
I quite like to show it
And although my dear mum might describe me as seedy
Deep down she just knows that I am very greedy.
I give gifts.
I rolled out of bed, and met a sweet bird, that was perched atop an unmoving world.
I glanced around, and saw millions of these, but this one, right here... it was labeled for me.
Writing will always be my first love,
No matter how great I become in math, science, history,
There is always a place in my heart for the art of words,
everything i write lately has been nothing but pain
but i fail to notice all the flowers
growing from the rain
i see the storm
not the cleanse
i see a new beginning
as the end
When I wake up in the morning and stare into the mirror, who do I see.
I see a 6 foot tall person just standing there.
She was always a mess
Scabs on her face
Dried blood under her fingernails
Her heart throbbed until
It crumbled
And pieces of it cluttered the floor
Like words in my mind that I wanted to say to her
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She sent you a message
Lots of emojis, not as many hearts as usual
Send that message?
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No emojis this time
*bzzz*
If sleep is the cousin of death what is a dream
You keep falling into the depth and it could seem
Closed eyes awaken
Wake up to mistaken
Perceptions of the physical
Loss of analytical skill
Who’s to say, in this world of gray,
What is right or wrong?
What’s right to some is wrong to me,
And what is right to me is wrong to you.
Somewhere down the road we took a wrong turnWe became curious of our Cheshire cat smilesand we fell down the rabbit holeWe got lost in each other's world of fantasy and illusions
Manhattan morning singed,
sincerely mourning twins;
twinging; gingerly lingering
in remembering ringing
smoke and suffering and silence and
death
screaming, suffocated in newly created catacombs.
People are like apples picked from a tree,The beautiful ones with no imperfections are picked first,but that makes them bitter and unripe.
The bruised and dented are picked last,but that makes them sweet and delicious.
Singer 1:
It hurts me to hurt others
And you deserve my pain
As much as you deserve
A trip on heaven's train
Singer 2:
My anger's hit its tragic end
But I'm more hurt inside
When people ask me who I am,
I stutter,
because for some reason,
the language of myself is foreign to me.
We could call it a result of bullying, mental illness, or plain teenage mystery.
The frantic forest floor,it was so cluttered once,every rustle was news, unsilenceable.Leaves fell, animals tracked through the dappled shifting sunlight, and it was all important.
Im infatuated with this life
It brings joy, fear , happiness and pride
mixed as if meant to be a cocktail
To make reality a blur
And fantasy a delight
Im intrigued by the lessons in English class
Time is relentless
It torments us constantly
From "running" or "flying" by so fast
When we are laughing and smiling
As if cutting off our happiness supply
to going in slow motion
Little boy wakes up screaming.
No mother there, to coddle him back to dreaming.
Little boy sees mother leaving,
thinking it's his fault.
"Why doesn't she love me?" he thinks,
I must be unworthy.
Life is A.W.E.S.O.M.E.
And it’s going around
Life is A.W.E.S.O.M.E.
No antibiotics, but no need to frown
When I nanny in the smallest space,
They forget the tissue and use my face,
I smile in their choking embrace
Cause making money is awesome!
Judge me.
Love me.
I really don't care.
This is my story,
bias or fair.
I'll tell you how it is,
Seeing the sunrise peak from behind the city skyline
The mirror image in the soft waves below
Feeling the the sun's warmth brush against the back of my neck
During a beautiful winter day
I saw him on the corner of the street,
Holding a sign,
With the same words the rest of them say.
What is he really going to use the money for?
Everyone knows.
I walked into the store,
A child running up and down the aisles,
His mother yelling....
People walk the streetsIn artificial skinsTrying to please strangers they meetIt's a game that nobody wins
In my fantasy I can do anythingI dream, I fly, and soar through the skyThat twinkles with the mesmerising stars of the universe
When I take pictures,
I want them to be me.
No hidden faults,
no dumb deceits.
When I take pictures,
I show the way I feel.
I am a human being,
Unlike pictures, I am real.
They said things behind her back,
They said them a lot.
She started to believe them.
She was upset until he came.
She questioned him.
"Why don't I have perfect skin?"
"A perfect smile?"
Some find themselves
When they curl their toes over the edge of reason
Looking down at all that is sane
People say they are open-minded,
But their open minds are like closed doors.
Placing their own opinions in a shrine
All I ask, "Why not allow others more?"
Humans shut humans out
Freak
twisted, strange
disturbing, unnerving, disgusting
demented, insane, fantastic, beautiful
thrilling, amazing, dazzling
There’s so much that I don’t see,
When all I think about is me.
Too preoccupied with my hair,
I don’t see a man waiting there,
Sitting on the curb,
Huddled in the soaking wet.
In his hands, a tin can
At the age of 10
she told me I wasn't going to be pretty for the rest of my life
But our lives are not the tomorrow
they are not the yesterday
For, the tomorrow seizes the nerves and twists the stomach
the yesterday hangs laboriously about the shoulders
No, our lives are today.
To be heard?
Or to be me?
Societal norms?
They aren't me.
I stand out,
i choose the be the "weird one."
Love? Relationships?
Neither for me.
I like causualness,
and change.
A great tree with massive boughs,
Sends its roots to the center of the earth.
It does not move or sprint about,
But dreams of things in silence with mirth.
A great tree with sturdy ancient trunk,
Fear is a source of vengenance
Powering all to ingnite in its glory
We are weak and fall frail
We allow this to overcome our thoughts
Making us into something we never even imagined.
everything is perspective.
positives,
negatives,
so what is 'truth'?
is 'truth' a compromise
on all of the perspectives?
or is it the outcome
that would best serve oneself?
They say money doesn't grow on trees,
And I never argued
For I have never seen Benjamin,
Ulysses,
Andrew,
Alexander,
Abraham,
Nor George
Sway, fleetly, from branch to ground.
A dark room. I lie alone.
Non-existent until this moment.
Darkness blinds my open eyes.
To me, my world is what I see.
I flip over. I turn around.
Brothers and sisters, cousins and friends,
Are the only ones who will truly stay till the end
Say what you want, and say what you will,
We both know that they are the ones there still
There is unanimity in the presence of
Thought,
Desire,
And life.
There is universality in
Love,
Pain,
And shame.
A consistence of connection,
I am the piece of clothing
that falls when you're
carrying laundry that
you don't want to pick up
I am the lighter that
ran out of fluid
I am the leg on
When you look at a stop sign, is it just another gesture you have to make to continue or do you see a sign that's speaking to you; telling you that every once in awhil, it's okay to stop, take a step back and revise your life so you can resume?
You step out tentatively, unsure, scared,
The cold air hitting you straight in the face.
Master is behind you, urging you on.
“It’s alright, it can’t hurt you.” Push, push, shove.
Don't discern me to be rude,
I'm not up to talk of all the bothersome things
racing in and out of my mind
All thoughts of perplexity
Zoning in and out,
Breathe.
Anger rushes to me,
The thing about summer
Is the sky that turns so blue
That even the purest
Most iridescent gem
Cannot match the depth of color
And the thing about summer
Is the sound of leaves
These streets seem lavish— with lights pinning shadows in an unfair match,
With backs laden by laughter and untested loyalty the same,
With candy red pickings from an unmarred batch,
Lonely does a child weep in the passing
A tender heart torn open reeling in the salt caked wound
Should I spend sleepless nights lying awake with eyes dripping light in another world
Do humans not see who I am
Hello
Good-bye
We repeat the same rhyme
How queer-
We’re tripping over each other
I thought
That we could avoid it for a bit longer
So there I was, awaiting joyous as the hour drew more near us
When the man would come and join us, my dear love and his Lenore.
I crossed the room, nervously pacing, playing with my dress’s lacing,
So this is how we miss
Losing each other in each kiss
My dear isn’t it plain
That we were meant to act another way
I will keep you close
But I only need the words to know you
Take off your glasses, the world is a blur.
People messed up, clothes on backwards,
life is an abstract art-
hard to decipher.
Stand on your head, everything is flipped.
You protect me with your torch
And feed me with your golden dollar
Your armies light my way
While my body rests in flaking corn
You ask me why I leave
I've been right here
I've always been here
My darling
My love
I'll never leave you here
She's been sleeping
In other beds
Not listening
To those who mind
She stuck around
In dreams
Not caring
That they would mind
The colors are never-ending
You could see them if only you had ears
You drown yourself in tones and murmurs
You drink in the light of a single string
Blinded by your misconception,
You're afraid, but still you walk
Aimlessly in a new direction,
Refusing to admit you're lost
Carelessly, you've embarked on this journey
Our words are like weapons and we're at war,
longing to hear the trumpet roar.
It's ways rage against us, we can't ignore,
but will tolerate the things of this world.
We will not embrace the things of this world.
I've tried to make sense of it all,
but reasoning fails, which leaves me falling
down again, to where I began
to misunderstand this life.
If the only absolute
is the knowledge that there's no truth,
I start small, though with many causes.
Bad choices made in the woods, or in houses.
An electrical short, a discarded match
Left behind cig, that unleashed my wrath.
I grow, multiple, feast on all in my path!
I am the freshness that takes everything up.
I am the delta of barks that carries a life source.
I am the clear blue horizon.
I am the green that protects every step you take.
I was once everywhere and everything.
I've been walking on broken cobble streets
Rewinding memories of happiness
And feeing so alone
There once was a man named Esser.
Whose knowlegde grew lesser and lesser.
At last it grew so small,
That he knew nothing at all.
And now he's a college proffesor.
When she created her first poem
She wrote it for you
She always thought of you
The paper crisp and white
Just like her soul
Her blood flowed through her words
You call this a classroom.
I call it a jail cell with cheesy posters.
You call it a grade.
I call it the key to my future sucess.
You call it a lesson.
I call it BULLSHIT.
I’ve been bouncing off the ceiling
Because I’ve found something
Something worth living for
Something worth dying for
I am no longer nothing
You don’t know
The delicious sensation
Creating laughter out of memories
And bleeding out for the sorrowful
Dreaming about something precious
And growing daisies out of dust
Swinging pendulums to count the seconds
I can’t stand
The way you stare at me
This is how you burn through
You think you know who
I am fighting for
But I am no longer yours
I will never be yours
I can’t breathe
I thought we could be friends
But I was foolish
You betrayed me and shed no tears
You betrayed me
And shed no tears
Talk behind my back
Please make my day
I know your game
I know you can do so much
But I continue to question
I live in a world that does not bow
But you are here too
And too often I forget who you really are
My adoration, loving forgiver
When they tell you
That you’re too thin
That you’re too pale or
Far beyond normal
Remember this
You will always be wrapped up
Always be tied up
In this world, but
Dance to the winds of desolation
And create turbulence
In the pathways of the rulers
Don’t be afraid to break their reign
They dig graves for everyone
Of ashes burnt from conviction
Mother don’t lie to me anymore
I’m old enough to understand
What you refuse to put
In the great poet’s hands
I know that you still lie
Among the dogs and their pride
Please give me some truth
Watching the lyrics
Flow out of your chipped pen
I think about how
We have come to be
How we can speak
So easily
You make us frozen
But we have armies
We are the flames
And we will consume you
You think you know better
You know more than us
But we can use your mind
We will bend your mind
My love is like a well
The deeper it is the slower it flows
But it will always flow for you
I will overflow for you
When you feel alone
Remember that place where I would hold you close
I’ve never known the world to be so harsh
Until you
You danced your way
Making us all seem like little more than diamond toys
We are your toys
And we will always move in synchronization
I was taken at once
You never knew what would come
You let me float away
Flying on your diamond tears
You never knew
I am not there
I am not anywhere for you
They took me at once
I met a girl made of silver
Her eyes shone like mirrors
You could glimpse your soul in them
But you could never match hers
She told me about her dreams
I looked the other way
You’re hot
You’re charming,
You got looks like no other;
Everyone can see that.
Your smile melts ice
Your eyes captivate all,
You got looks like no other;
Everyone can see that.
She was throwing roses on the ground
Making not a sound
But it was all we heard
That sadness she could not contain
When he left he left her alone
On this harrowing earth
He was all she had
Go
I keep going.
Their words echo in my thoughts,
Screaming to me through the day
And whispering at night.
They cut scars onto me,
You’re too cold to be real
The earth didn’t treat you like her child
No she didn’t want you
So now you hold me too close
You grasp at my flames
But I’ve been sleeping on the ocean floor
My honey, you always flow so sweet
Swiftly, gaining speed
Your hues are so vibrant
I can’t help but wish upon that dying star
And even when we fall apart
I know the pieces aren’t as transparent as they seem
You are always everywhere for me
Playing all my games
You make me feel brand-new
You make me feel invincible
I never got the chance to say
All that needed to be sung
But you never complained
I am like a snake
Please dear don’t let me in
I’ll wrap around your heart and never let go
Because that’s just how the poison flows
And even when you’re convinced I am the one
You’ll never want me here
My heart you framed with gold
My teeth you molded out of the finest jade
But what is it worth to me?
When I can’t speak
And my dreams you oiled down
Guns guide your hands and feet
Your ignorance you breathe into the frozen air
The colors are all the same to me
But to you, it is war
Sheltered behind your branches
. While you look at me through those black square glasse's Im glancing at the clock wishing I could skip your classes. You room is so boring so drab and so brown, There's nothing I can do other than frown.
It is she….The quiet one who isn’t necessarily muteHer mind is loud, and I wonder how she does it.How does she maintain such a typical face?Yet her mind is circulating with all of these negative thoughts…. It is she….That girl who is self-deprecat
Secrets hiding in hidden shadows
the jump around and change
just as children do
with no consideration for feelings or seasons
Why does the mind wander to places so far
I have lost myself in my sentiments
Bills that pile up on my mother's desk
Cigarettes that litter the streets outside
It's all worth it to the rest of you
But I never wanted this beginning
As a DRC Woman, I believe a woman's mark on the world should not be shallow.
As an African American, I want race to be something celebrated and not discriminated against.
Dreams lead us through this maze
Nightmares make us lost
But we tell ourselves that at the end
There will be a reason for all our mistakes
We rationalize and create our shadows
You tried to save me, you did
But I was already lost in the blue
And skating on the yellow
You would’ve never found me there
And I wish I could’ve been more of a friend to you
Black engulfs the world around me.
Everything is still;
No wind,
No light,
Just me and the darkness that surrounds me.
How did I get here?
Did I jump,
Did I fall,
All of the words I locked behind a door in my head releases onto the page. Splatter, splatter; they spill onto the once carefully unmarked slate. Now I'd rather have vivid colors than an empty page. An empty life full of lies.
You dress up in plastic and kerosene
And tell yourself a couple diamonds will fix that bump
But now your man is saying you’re too skinny
Oh well, love is overdone
And Hell has enough demons for everyone
Oh dear teacher, I promise I'm paying attention, but it's really hard when the others are a distraction.
Jim's in the corner whispering to his crush, while jane is busy texting and giggling through your lesson.
I stole a piece of the sun’s heart
And kept her rays for you
I called them my Sunshine
My always greatest treasure
But even treasures wilt
Like flowers on a summer day
She is at an awful age
of youth and exhaustion
of revelry and caution.
They say "Your whole life is ahead."
But weigh her future on the decisions
of today
How can she discover herself
when
Once I wished upon a star
Because a girl I knew wanted a car
But her mother was pregnant
And her father was just a fragment
Of shrapnel long since buried
Only I knew of the burdens she worried
These troubled souls torment me
They scream against injustice
But they don’t know how to see
And I don’t know how to leave
It destroys me to hear their cry
Who am I to say nothing?
I'm lost in all our sweet sorrow
You're so afraid that we'll end to be nothing
But darling everything we have we borrow
And your fear is like a reflective madness
We pretend our hearts are soaring
You taught me how to conjugate verbs in five languages
You showed me how to find the zeroes in a quadratic equation
Oh, I know what you're thinking
I got it all figured out
I got those straight A's rolling out
When the sun sets on sober songs
And tears become common place
Know that I'm here to weather the hurricane
Know that I'm waiting for something better now
Even when I scream soundless sorrows
Listen to me
I can't make sense anymore
I've been living in my own safe fantasies
Been dreaming on my own safe lullabies
I always run back to the poison
It's not ever enough
The twenties are calling.
Can you hear them roar?
Traditional restraints began falling,
Awakening these times that were spent unsure.
Well, congratulations
You've made it into society
Here we rape each other
And curse our elders
There are no rules
It's a free-for-all
Welcome to reality
You've made it into Hell
The lines are blurred
You all see an Arab woman
I see an Indian woman
Powerful to rise above
A patriarchal society
A respresentation of American society
You all see Al-Qaeda
I see men
The sun above me sings a lullaby,
The rain mimics the tune,
Roses dance,
Glitter strikes from each and every beat,
Alyeska, Alyeska
You looked to me with eyes so blue
Beautiful and sour in your sweet youth
A girl bittersweet and true
You weren’t like the others
You sang a breathable truth
I used to have wings
They dripped golden light
And were as strong as the hardest steel
My wings had their own music
And sang along to my beating heart
You didn't used to have wings
The girl steps forward
Golden hair and emerald green eyes
Skin as pure as her soul
She knows now what she has to do
The girl walks down the aisle
Her clothing as black as her thoughts
I haven't found beauty----I found beauty
It isn't in a diamond----It drips off my mascara
It isn't in a flower----It colors my lips
Maybe it's in your eyes----Maybe only some are born with it
My grandma is unique,
With her quiet, gentle way,
But she is no ordinary antique
That you see every day.
Her eyes are always sparkling,
Even when met with bad news.
Reaching Heaven may seem unobtainable
Trust me, I've been there
I've seen things
And I've heard things
And I've said things
But I really haven't done things
I don't want to grow up
I hate the idea that I'll lose those parts of me
That craves adventure
And is willing to take the risks
I'm not hating on adults
I'm hating on our brains
Unless someone like you
Unlocks the gate
Lets out the flood
Lets us drown in the tears
And reach for land
The sun will sink
Unless someone like you
Opens your arms
Sapphire eyes
Made by fire
And burned by years
Created to search
They search
Scanning the crowd
Making a point
To avoid the walls
Shiny toy guns
Slippery flesh
Open, sliced
That's how you feel
When they bring down
The first blow
When you're drowning
In their pain
They try to make you feel
Without any emotion
Sometimes I wonder about life
And how short and small
And inconsiderate it is
I don't fear death
But I fear the fall
I fear the flames I've drowned
I want to know before I fall
When you walk by
My blood runs a little faster
Your scent rushing over me
Just your smile
Makes me burn
We all burn
Self-assured
You don't want
You don't need
You're liquid
And fire
And everything I've ever wanted
You're pain
My misery
You move me like the waves never could
Teeth like silver blades
Eyes like poisoned honey
Skin color vs ethnicity:
Isn't that the game?
My mother is Scotish
My father is Mexican
My cousins are African
I have blue eyes with a halo of orange fire
I don't know what to do
I can only think about you
And I'm almost to the end
But is it enough
When all I can think about
Is the color blue
Blue that isn't clear
But shines like water
They tell me what to think about
But I'm like, whatever
Because there are only two things
I think about
God and you
And I fear Him
And I fear you
Because
His love never ends
Pain is overrated
At least that's what I said
When she claimed she'd've never known
What true pain was
If he had stayed
Lies can protect
At least that's what I said
Running, sleeping
I'm still dreaming
That light that glows
And shines in your eyes
Reminds me of what could've been
And what is
That taste I'll never know
It's just a dream
The metal was warm against my flesh
I wondered where I'd go
The trigger was right under my finger
Another thought came though
"Why does it have to be me?
I do not deserve to die"
There's a girl I knew
Who wore a curtain over her face
That blurred the person underneath
And stole her precious personality
She lived on cloud 9
In a house made of broken hearts
I'm what the doctor ordered. I can fix you up no matter what you got.
I am always there for you, miles away I surround you, fall on you everyday.
If I look closer
I wonder what I’ll see
If I look closer
What could be in store for me?
Will I see an elephant
Or simply just a bee
I wonder,
Is there another story
That I have yet to see
I write because
The connection from my brain to my hand
is Stronger
than the one from my brain to my mouth.
And when my hand moves across the blank page
It pours passion right out of the pen.
just. one. note.
Before, a proclamation.
Before, based on love. fear. a need to be accepted.
Before.
just. one. note.
After, it is tragic.
After, tears. pain. neglect.
After.
So There's This Guy....... <3
So there's this guy; he makes me laugh, he makes me smile and he just makes me happy.
The last time you felt the Southern Californian sand, you had my heart
It felt new in your hands
Fresh and beating
And now it's different this time
Because I found my heart sitting in the backseat of my car
I write to believe.
When I write I feel free.
I write to empower those who have no voice.
For those who are too afraid of the judgments we speak.
Every whisper flows across streets
Amongst peers and strangers
Beautiful skies filled with gray
Some may think oh what a shame
But i, certainly do not
We hold on to the very last bit we have
The art of progression
Is something of enlightenment
The fact that you can evolve
And then involve your mind
In a split second
A fragment of your life
Becomes your whole
Time
Waisted
As Summer descends to its end, It creeps in
Fall
Under the notion that overlooking summer's 94 limitted days
will cause the season to last forever.
It's all about phases we humans go passed
The way we want to find ourselves
To define who we are
As being the first to go
The oldest in my family
I set the path my two sisters are destined to follow
Why must you pull me back?
you evil thing tugging with a lion's brutality on the cords of my ankles.
then I cannot walk or run free.
and leap through those transparent but fierce and threatening walls of this cage.
Upside Down
Oh someone turn them right side up
I think they’re pining after a dream with no luck
‘Cause maturity will find them
Freed but still chained.
Dry it still rains
Pictures in motion pass through the focused slits of dream catchers
My anatomy teacher calls eyes and
I fight for glimpses of the moving present
Assimilating and spreading the colors as
We never truly see ourselves;
Only reflections or images.
Perhaps that is why we rely
On others’ opinions of our looks.
If we truly saw, I wonder if our thoughts would change.
Once a little girl
Full of life
Nothing brought me down
I was always happy
Not a care in the world
About the tragedies of life
I didn't even know they existed
At least they didn't in mine
Bought by my grandma, than passed
on to my mother, who then
passed it to me, is a little
piano with the notes
written on the
keys.
Though old and worn as a school girl's first
The Beatles once said, you need to change your mind instead
Rather than revolution, changing the institution, rewriting the constitution.
But I’ve made up my mind,
And I don’t have any more time
We live in the land of the privileged.
But our humanity has been lost.
We have so much power,
but that power comes with a cost.
I see people fall in love all the time
They carve their names into my skin with knives
I hold my breath, I have no voice of mine
People are in a hurry for their lives
Like my leaves, they rush to grow out and leave
