scholarships
Learn more about other poetry terms
Think long and hard about this next one
Don't be too quick to say, 'I'm done'
Let your thoughts fade away in this very moment
Forget every single thing you've ever learnt
Coming back to this floor where I lay
on a house with broken bones.
one year has gone by since I laid
and fathomed what it would feel like to leave this behind
The rushing of black water that slowly envelops,
With a dark terrifying matter without any grace
Leaving me to run down the rolling slopes
Imagine all the people in,
Many countries around the world.
And I still can't find the one for me.
Generic,
I know.
No one likes me for who I am inside,
Always getting hurt or used.
I was born in Texas one February morning
Took my first steps and soon started walking
I found my voice and never stopped talking
Lost my first tooth and couldn’t stop smiling
With 1800 hands
in my mind,
I carved initials into my eyes.
I turned down my volume
to see vernacular art,
Blinking morse code the way to my heart,
Only to hear you squeak:
An untamable spirit, fierce, full of love.
As dangerous as a hurricane, more calming than a dove.
Some claim she’s a warrior, retaining belligerence.
Oh?
Who is that there?
That beautiful person,
Yes, you, gorgeous.
Perfection, I love you;
I love…myself.
Yes me
I remember being 12
going to the movies with friends
the purity of not knowing
the simplicity of worrying about
what others thought of me.
I remember being 16
Out the womb, fresh air, I finally feel the breeze.
Couple years later, I’m walkin, wobbly in the knees.
Now I’m finally in pre-school, tryna figure what I wanted to be.
Look mom, look dad, I got a car!
I can see that I've come far.
I have freedom to go places, I have my keys,
I can drive and go where I please.
Thank you parents for teaching me how to drive,
A hard wood high chair was where I sat
It is uncomfortable now but not at the age I was at
I looked around the room and saw many people eating
It was another Saturday night and we were having a family meeting
Leggings and shorts,
Pigtails and Dora bangs,
Crooked teeth and shiny new glasses.
That was me.
That was sixth grade.
That was cool when we were 10
I once was a child, young and care-free,
I acted as a child, “Mom, I found a dollar!”
I played as a child, “I want to play the teacher!”
I thought as a child, “I cannot wait to grow up!”
One day it hit me,
What’s it to you friend
If I had known you when
we made some mistakes time and time again
So let me tell you what; let me implore you the lesson
Do you ever feel afraid of being left out?
Do you ever feel like no one sees the tears flowing out?
Do you ever feel like the third wheel in a group of twenty?
Do you ever feel like this?
Oh yes, plenty!
Roses are red violets are blue I like scholarships how about you.
They help you pay they help you slay they help pay for college dang all day
I have to say that from today I have confidence to win this scholarship yay
Using paper maché with a wire armature, I created a blooming sunflower able to stand on its roots.
To ask of my Mentor,
Is to ask quite a thing.
To ask of my Leader,
Compels me to sing.
His power and glory
Can't be known to the world.
His love and His kindness
today i went looking for scholarships,
hoping to cash in on the wealth
the media has told me will be freely granted to me
by virtue of my "queerness"--
and find myself terrifically underqualified.
Oh, how lovely you are.
Oh, how nice you are.
Oh, how beautiful you are.
You have taught me how to love again.
See the true and profound love you have
For me.
As an advocate for the New World,
I encorage the next generation
and the ones to follow,
to keep loving what you do.
Why would you want to be unhapppy in such a beautiful life?
Grandma's hands
Clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma's hands
Played a tambourine so well
Grandma's hands
Used to issue out a warning
She'd say, "Baby don't you run so fast
The tranquility of the living earth
Has brought me peace inside
But mainly because the things I see
For others it will hide
As I coast along this busy world
I question myself here
Down on a glooomy day,
Depression took contol of my ways,
The therapeutic words in poetry,
Had me feeling like a bear with honey to eat,
Poetry is protein for the soul,
I’m a poster child with no more room on the wall,
And I want to be the molly ringwald of every situation.
The eyes in the back of my head hear you talking bad about me,
The Life of a College Student
Hey Mom,
I am writing you from college.
You know, I came book smart, but when it comes to household chores I just don’t have that much knowledge.
Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Oh, hello old friend, back for a visit, I see?
I would love to say make yourself comfortable, but you did that for the past year.
We’ve lived in two different houses
both of which
we were alone
just us
and no one would even know
someone else
To my darling, Anxiety—
Hello, I haven’t missed you.
Not that you ever left, but if you did
I would not miss you.
I would not miss the way you make my hands shake when I am feeling vulnerable,
My dreams turn to screams.
Crying,
Breathless.
Life slipping through my fingertips.
Feeling dead, but knowing I am alive.
Crinkled candy wrappers filling the trashcan,
I turn to my right and gaze at your caramel skin.
Headphones on, you furiously play your favorite video game
Which over time causes my eyes to drift away.
Because I love you…
I will never let anything come between us
I will never let anything hurt you
I will never let you be alone
He rushes in through the doors.
He tells me all about his day.
I laugh at his jokes.
She’s there when I get home.
I can’t wait to see her.
In this life, we are taught to feel as though
we need to be filled to continue to flow.
The words of our loved ones can
encourage our growth,
but what happens when that
isn't necessarily so?
Because I Love You, but not really,
I will slip my hands into your mind,
Your Heart,
Your Soul,
Your Body,
And I will slowly destroy everything that makes you,
You.
I have always been a vacant lover.
Communication does not come easy when you're a child from a verbally abusive home.
Our relationship should be strong
And above all we'll communicate and get along
You'll be my best friend and that'll never change
We'll go on dates and do those weird couple things
Never have I asked for this,
A dungeon with a twist.
Never did I want this,
A chain lays heavy on my wrist.
Never could I pondered this,
A life on the list.
It was never supposed to happen,
No chance.No way.
Next click.
Sent away.
Being a princess isn't always easy, particularly when the tuition deadlines breeze in.
Fees to high even for a king.
Lost in a maze of trees, alone, forgotten
I stumbled upon a house, covered in the bowels of darkness,
A place familiar to a bird who is perched on a white oak.
Tiptoeing, branches swaying in wind
Tick-tock-tick-tock
The mice do not run up the clock
But panic ensues as she discovers
She cannot stay with the others.
Once Upon a Time
In a land, not so far away
A young wolf, was held, being blamed for a crime
But no one, had known he was a prince, transformed by the fay
His task was to search for the girl who borne red
I wake.
I cry.
4 A's, but a blemish.
The single smudge on my reigning crown.
The shade on my everbright domain.
The hungry caterpillar to my blooming garden.
The ominous C.
from the steps of lewis and clark
to the marches of those fighting
war of 1812,
mexican american 1846
civil war 1861
the boats of immigrants wanting better life
You bring out the psycho in me,
the hot-tempered child in me
sending me back 15 years to crying to only obtain cravings
You bring out the psycho in me,
God Bless America
Land that I love
The land of the free and the home of the brave
But is it really the land of the free?
I do love my country. I was born and raised in the state of California.
I believe in ME!
I always have
Don't be negatve
Gymnastics all the way!
I believe in ME!
Other do not
I can do it
Dream big
You can do it
I believe in ME!
Peruse online for scholarship after scholarshipScrolling through opportunity for leadersLeadershipThe system praises it but at every moment the system oppresses it.We are taught to sit down and shut up. To be quiet and respectful.Tell me, what lea
Women are strong
Women are fierce
Yet in today's society
Women are whores
When men are considered to be kings
This is the madness that needs to be seen
People are people and every one sins
No Thank You.
I don’t want the stress.
Senior year, college too
No Thank You.
I can’t deal with it.
Not all of the work.
Dreadful Dreadful
In every cell
Dreadful Daughter
Lives in hell
Dreadful Dreadful
You cant tell
Dreadful Daughter
Fakes it well
Dreadful Dreadful
Hear her knell?
Enveloped in a world of adventure,
left to relinquish control and trust our own glorious instinct,
leaving our monotonous lives behind to discover a literal path,
a path in which we can let our minds explore.
Write
Write
Write
essay after essay
I'm almost there
just a little bit more
annnnnnd
there
I made it
now what?
where do I go from here
My soul is like a peace of paper; white and light and soft and new.
My friends are like the pages; close enough to feel the pain, but like a page they too can turn away, who new.
This year was hetic
Unbelievable
Astonishing
Full of new vocabulary
12th grade year
Is a waste of time
Apply
and
Apply
for more school
for needed money
Apply
Knowing every second my life goes by,
I smile and make my days worthwhile.
It's for those who open there eyes
that don't let good days go by.
In fact it's the people like us, the plain, the simple, the just
Every morning
I wake
From a night full of rest
Just to confess
That I should've slept
For more than I did.
With a mind full of thoughts
And questions that aught
To be answered
Alarms ring, four totalBegin to peel the covers, the warmth, awayChilled feet push up the stairsDrag the boy from his dreams
It's been a long day.
All you want to do is sleep,
And make the stress go away.
The water is running,
The music begins to play,
The steam is flourishing,
And a smile hits your face.
The Rain. It trickles down my window seal.It rushes to the ground, doing a cannon- ball on the blades of grass.The Coffee. The smell inpermiates my nose,making me inhale deeply,enjoying its strong aroma.
The days can only get tougher
And life can only get harder-
But when I walk in the door and am greeted by your excitement-
My day can only get better,
And my smile can only get brighter.
Everything that we do is a problem
They feel as if guns are the only way to
solve them.
They don't want to see us in no caps and gowns.
They'll rather see us in a cell or six feet under gound.
scary... nail bitting...
as we compete with other kids with the same hopes of getting a great scholarship
there are only three simple steps, the first is to apply
It means freedom
It means opportunities
It means being allowed to have feelings
Feelings are raw
Feelings are genuine
I have no one
No one has me
I am all alone
Stuck in a tree
The leaves are changing
The birds are singing
In comes new weather
That fall is bringing
I have no one
No one has me
Once there was a girl...
that happened to love poetry.
Every day would write
Day and night
Her first poem was...
the giving tree.
It taught her love and sharing
and sharing is caring
I was once a Mo(u)rning tide,
Lifeless due to the moon's Departure.
And so I'd push back into the Sea and hide,
because my purpose was unsure.
Why
Why am i writing this
Why did i make an account for this random website about something i dont even like
Why do i continually do this
Making accounts for scholarships for hours on end
I'm trapped here, I don't why,
Is it for all my sins, I don't why,
Did I kill someone? Was I arrested as a spy?
I'm stuck on island, here forever,
Should I give up? I say never!
He smells like Old Spice and Degree
And a hint of something I can’t quite describe
He adjusts his glasses and shakes his head
When I say something silly
With a smirk on his face
Within, there must be that voice...The one to push you to succeed.For me, it tells me that all is okay,And I need to prepare for what I may see.
I need college cash (break)
And for that, I need scholarships (break)
Please give me money
Every word that I hear,
Is something mean and unclear.
Every child doing this
Hitting with punches and kicks.
What is going on with them?
Why do they alway pretend?
On a desert island or a crowded city street
The cold in my heart, the ache in my feet
One among many or a single body all alone
The inability to change the tone
Couldn't matter less if I have in my heart
If there is something that I cannot live without,
it would be my imagination, without a doubt.
I was adopted and family means a lot,
and there are things that I have bought,
that I hold close and cherish dearly,
Two Hydrogen One Oxygen
The one compound I need
To solve all of California's problems
To grow all fruits and greens
To be able to build a sturdy sand castle
Fluid and solid in my dreams
When morning comes, i'll shield my eyes
The rising sun shines through the blinds
I roll over in attempt
To come back to the dreams i've left
Oh how wonderful would it be
To stay here in this mindless glee
Late at night
sipping coffee
bleary -eyed.
Can't take anymore
of these endless searches.
My computer screen
it dances
it blurs
as I blink.
My life.
Everything's awesome, Everything's cool
from pencils, to blankets, to Prince George's drool
movies, and books, and your grandmother's pool
Also what's awesome are scholarships
Rippling through my tresses
Lifting both my soul and my hemline
The wind soars through me
On the swings
Flying up to the clouds
Drifting back down again and again
The wind is here for me
As I sit at my computer and think to myself,
how can i make college happen,
i've got no money on my shelf,
change in my pocket is replaced with nothin'.
Everyone tells me my dream school won't accept me,
Stayed up and studied all night, third week in a row.
Patiently waiting for my test grade, athough i already know.
Straigth A student since grade school, Nobody's better than me
At first, I said nay
until she came my way
to brighten up my life;
to ease up my pains.
I had yet to hear from miracles;
that they existed in plain,
or plainly insisted
what do you see
when you look at me
our perspectives are completely divergent
because you see a girl
Dream Big and Dream Small
Dont let the Failures Fall
Step High and Step Low
Choose the Right Path to go
Succeed Now and Succeed Later
Succeed when you Make Friends with Haters
Live Now and Live Then
When I walk down the street, I feel their eyes
They look at me but don’t know why
I used to stay in my room and hide
Scared of judgments, Terrified.
One day I took a glance in a glass
It's who I am.
I've always been tall.
And no, I don't play basketball or volleyball.
I am constantly stranded in a sea of small and world of petite.
Yes, my feet are large, but imagine if I had small feet.
When I was born I became rooted,
To be protected from the harm.
I grew a little taller,
I matured as my hairs grew.
I always stare at the blue ceiling,
With white puffs, I see who were just like me.
Why even try? Constantly feeling the need to get their approval and for what? Praise? Recognition? Why is it that you go out of your way for them, after everything? An apology?
I'm flawless! I'm handsome, i'm intelligent, and I'm FLAWLESS. No problems ever come my way, today is my day... to show the world that I'm flawless. And all of my worries, leave my mind in a hurry, because i'm flawless.
Her wallets missing and ofcourse she looks at the black man, cursed for eternity by the problems caused by a much lighter skin, complexion has become a way of detection, license and registration, would you mind opening your trunk for us sir, they
I remember being a kid, and a white man called me a "wetback'
I went back to my mom with the word, and said "what's that?'
She asked where I got it from, and cried when she heard
It all started with a ball and a dream,
One kick and run down the field and I wanted to be part of the team.
Sweat dripping and breath becoming faster,
I knew that one day this was the sport I would master.
I'm a laugherI'm a comedianI'm a jokester
I'm a loverI'm compassionateI'm a hugger
I'm a realistI'm a black womanI'm a journalist
I am a wallfower
around, but never really noticed.
To others it seems like I have my life together,
but actually I have no fucking idea what I'm doing.
To my friends I'm the quiet one who's along for the ride.
Here's a little story of the girl who thought she'd never make it.
Growing up in a world that told her all she has to do is fake it.
Seeing the world in black and white isn't right,
and she knew it,
Hidden Behind The Curtain
It's a masquerade ball
monsters are beautified to all
I’m not supposed to call it mine
My anxiety and depression isn’t supposed to be mine,
I’m supposed to distance myself because somehow that helps.
Somehow saying it isn’t mine
makes it okay
As I smile and smile another day passes,
the same old, same old,
all they see is me laughing and giggling,
but do they really see me,
behind closed curtains my insides are screaming,
~a heart once so pure
Heavy with burdens
~Smiles turn to gold
Shy to break, soft to hold
~molded in flawless to be just flaws
~A heavy broken smile is all I am
America the greatest
Where everyone is racing to the top
But how unfair that some had a head start to the Race
For example,
Africans did not gain their freedom until 1865 (The Civil War)
when we startedit was a messno structureuntruthfulnessit was bound to unravelhit the truth lighton some hurtful levelit was bound to fall apartfrom the lies the secrets
My eyes tell a much different story than my heart
In fact, I was never really me from the start
I'm not free to show people who I really am
But when it comes to what they think about me I don't give a damn
In my thoughts I slip away,
as I jump off the dock of the bay!
With the tide slowly rolling in,
tasting salt water upon my skin!
Swimming across the water so blue,
my body changing into something new!
Sometimes I fall, I feel it's very often
I imagine my failures will lead me to a coffin
Remaining optimistic can be a challenge for some
Especially without family, you see I have none
You told me I reminded you of a flower.You called me beautiful,and told me I bring joy to others.However, you picked me apart,petal by petal,trying to ascertain whetherI love youor not.
A cold day
But I have to get through it
Can you imagin feeling what im feeling
Do you know what i go through
Even if you think you do , you dont
For right now ill let you think you do
I look out the window to my right and see the sun rising.
I look to my left and see the clouds reflecting red and pink light.
I look in my rearview mirror at the stressful world I am leaving behind.
Monotony can kill the spirit, sap the soul.
But I have something I hold to me,
To tell the truth, it keeps me, mostly whole.
These Dreams are the essence of life; a dream, a quest to fly...
Is it all there?Some think there isSome think there isn'tTruth is, nobody knowsIt's so simpleBut so complexHe loves sports,She loves music,They love science,
The Beatles
like 5 white Don Cheadles
Like 5 War Machines ready to make me the happiest man in the world
Movies
Groovy Movies
Boogie Nights, Rated R,
Don't watch it you still ride backseat in a car
To be able to go into multiple worlds
To be able to travel in a matter of seconds
To be able to be a demigod in a second
To be able to be a witch in a minute
Reading elevates my day
The beginning of a semester is great
It's filled with the wonders of new friendship
And the oppurtunity to satiate
All the numerous urges within me
to sit with my kickass roomie
I am here to tell you how it can be done.
I was a woman who was unhappy with the size of her waist.
I was ashamed.
Flabbergasted of how much time was wasted not caring.
Who I am to you?
A woman.
A woman who has fun.
Who like to venture out and dance.
A woman with motivation and focus.
Someone who likes to run and lift.
A fashionista.
Sometimes I sit alone,
and say that I am content.
Most people believe me and carry on their own.
Others will sit down with me to say something,
or nothing at all.
Their presence actually makes me happier,
You have made a difference, taught a class, took a chance.
You’ve made a difference, impacted a life, and made my inner-child smile.
Taught a lesson, you have been such a blessing.
I am proud of myself. Can be honest? Looking through my past poems, my past words, my past thoughts, all I can think is how far I have come.
School is back in session,
The free days are over,
Yet still a constant rhythym pounds through me,
Without you who may I be?
Without your melody and tone,
Who will I call my own.
I listen to you daily,
I pray and hope I am your leading lady.
When the beat drop
We all wear the mask but how long can it last?
How long will it be before someone finds me out?
Will it be after I graduate from college?
Will I be discovered after I have my first born child?
Today I'm feelin' good, I dare you to change that
The sun greets me with a smile while birds sing at my window
I'm grateful to be alive, I was blessed with another chance
An unreliable narrator
She was always at a loss for words
Expression never came easy, nor was
Compassion, understanding, empathy
Love
Was not a word in her dictionary
Her cold hands that remain calm and limp,
Her eyes robbed of their graceful, blinking light,
The porcelain room standing dim,
The dance of a line on the dark screen,
My grandma , mi abuela
the only woman who loved me
the one who hugged me when i cried
My grandma mi abuela
she inspired me
she opened my eyes
showed me the world
I knew a girl
Weak, unhappy
Angered at who she was
Obsessed with who she was not
I knew a girl
Who had beautiful thighs
But hated them for their size
Then one day she put a weight in her hand
Freedom to feel, Freedom to know
Freedom to speak, to live, to go,
Wherever your free life takes you.
To Freedom we're born, cause others have died
defending that Freedom, our nation, our pride,
Well, I sit in the front of every class
And don’t think for one moment that I kiss the teacher’s ass
The kids are so disrespectful
I swear they never feel regretful
They make me laugh though
I can’t even lie
P E A C E
It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise or hardwork,
It means to be in the midst of those things and be calm in your heart.
When you find peace you find your passion too,
I feel hated
I see the faces
Of the people who hate me
The people with a darker complexion than me
Asians, Mexicans, African Americans
Not all but some
The list goes on and on
TO MY MOTHER, MY FRIEND SO DEAR
THOUGHOUT MY ENTIRE LIFE, YOU'RE ALWAYS NEAR
YOU LOVE ME WITHOUT REASON, YOU SHOW ME YOU CARE
A SHOULDER TO CRY AND SECRETS TO SHARE
WARM HEART AND HANDS THAT REALLY CARE
Chorus:
I'm stressed out
A lot of stuff on my mind, I don't know what to do
I'm stressed out
I just want to be alone, so I'm sitting in my room
I'm stressed out
You kissed me that cold winter night.
You promised me that you
Would be there forever
But then there was that summer night
When you decided that you were better off
With some other girl
Happiness is like a freshly paved road,
Absent from all corrode
Each new addition already planned,
Every turn colorful, nothing bland
Each new direction is made,
Sure the consistency wont fade
Not many people enjoy my chocolate shell
They tear me apart until they reach my vanilla cream center
They drown me in a white liquid
To subsidize my taste
Why am I not good enough
Tiny, as delicate but with the eyes to heal the soul.Lightly he steps, but stomp like he storms off in random distances.Full of fluff, mystery and deep unconditional love.
There is a beauty in everything
There is a beauty in simplicity
In the simplicity of a smile
That shines as bright as the sun
that warms every inch of my body
In the simplicity of laughter
I wish I could open up and let someone love me.
I wish I didn't jump when people touch me.
Maybe I should stop cutting and calling myself ugly.
But it's not that easy when you have your own personal bully.
People will always question and judge every choice you have ever made.
Such as being in love with someone, when you just met them earlier that day.
Or putting trust in someone who you know everyday lies to your face.
I will never be trusting, friendly, or loving.
No matter what you say to me I know your lying.
Tori
Content, friendly, and dramatic
Lover of modeling, fine arts, and vacations
Who feels nervous for the future, wholesomeness with life, and comfort from my caring family
You had all of me
Then you burn the sheets
On the bed we slept
And the bed I sleep
burning our love
You broke my heart
Ripping the skies
but thru those cloudy days and pain
I saw light
Call me a beaner,
Say I'm going to be nothing but a fucking cleaner.
All they want is a stereotype to stick in a position,
Where you have no ambition.
They say to go back to the homeland,
What land?
I must be a ghost.
Oh, how they walk through me.
It's like I'm invisible,
And no one hears my screams.
It's a lifetime story,
But I hate those shows.
There's things in the world,
I guess I was wrong about you,
I'm sorry I wasted your time.
Kill my hope, my heart, my dreams, my soul, and mind.
It's time for you to destroy me,
What's left of me anyways.
Child upon the horse
Horse runs strong with a spirit
He sees through the lies
Spirit brings life to the girl
I want to...fly past pain's sky
always taunting me, she teases me
She told me I'd never get away
The way I dread-locks pain inside me
She shacked up with her man, Misery
They play sad tunes on strings
My shoes squeak, my hair rustles, and my eyes wander. But I am neither heard, felt, nor seen.
Students with satisfied smiles and amused eyes scramble before me, hustling to their next class.
A mask for the task at hand
to find success and to be the best
to draw peace from a green light in uncertain darkness i have to put up a fight
although i know not where i'll land
Darkness circles the area of the box I'm in!
Them, they only see me standing there in glory, open space, with a smile as bright as sin,
Traveling slowly through the thickness of Time
As others gallop, trot, amble and stand still with it,
Time pulls me back, embracing me in every
dull, dank, drastic memory that is withheld,
Once there was a man who left
and his little girl was sad
she cut her wrists and bleed for him
as she wished to call him, dad
there was an incident that spurred the path
the family was split
Ooh, Ooh, For you I had a change of heart, Don't know where to start, What I'm about to say may surprise you, But now I see it clear Life ain’t always fair, What can you do, When you don't wanna hurt him, Cuz you don't deserve him, And there's no
Mama never told me not to give it away
It was never expressed to me that your virginity was such a special thing
I mean sure I saw on the tv screen about the birds and the bees
Run, Run,
Faster, Faster,
Even more faster,
Into the wide open field,
Towards the center,
Feeling restless wild winds,
The sight of living harmony,
Attracts the other,
For being one.
For the lost and the impure,
Stray off to death,
For the incapable is never capable,
What is true, can it be destroyed?
By the people, shattered by the bad.
Suppose to be the leader,
For what I most want in this world,
Is far away,
To reach,
I am uncertain,
For its been bounded,
Within the limits of myself,
Extraordinary for I have become. .
The flow of time,
Stand still,
Listen to wait,
The rhythm of soft strings,
Moving along your fingers,
Sit, wait for the sound,
Sweeping the room.
The sound becomes small
But is able to capture attention,
Yet it is sweet,
But is unable to show it,
Becoming bold but isn't able to stop,
Losing sleep,
Yet still attracted,
By such a small sound,
you used to run through my veins and fill them with love / I was so high that when I fell / I pulled the world down with me / I look for you in everyone but I havent found my fix / I realized that I do not run in
The swaying breeze,
Of the soft air,
Hair rustles through the wind,
Skies filled with blue and white,
Same streets, same lights,
Nothings changed,
But this is home.
I work,
harder than most.
I speak,
with caution.
I step,
with great care
But, it doesn't even matter.
Her shadow is bigger than mine.
Maybe she liked the pain,
Hell, maybe she loved the pain.
Or maybe she just misses the pain.
Because you see, it's a different kind of pain.
The chaos, the frustrations
It all seeps from your pores like an infection
How can something so positive become negative within an instant?
You crush and demolish
As though you are a dump truck
Everyone eventually leaves this tangible place called earth.
No matter how one feels about themself, they will impact someone.
How do you know if you've impacted a person?
She longs to be different,
Because her greatest fear is that she could be her.
Flesh and blood that created her and brought her to life is the same thing that has haunted her.
How can one destroy such innocence?
A cave.
The dark, thick.
The air, cold.
Truth enters and turns to lies.
Lies enter and turn to truth.
The walls, rough.
The ground, hard.
I sit.
The fear, thick.
Hello and goodbye
the same each day
waiting for something new
something different
a sign that life can get better
I'll smile at you
but inside I'm screaming
I'm not fine
The essence of my being is slipping from my skin
It’s vanishing into the cold refuge of darkness
my tongue is etched with the teeth that hold it still
what a poisonous addiction, your beauty envelops me
ten thousand bullets headed your way
what do you do?
run and have hope you'll make it out alive?
or just stand there and wait for the outcome?
the first couple of hits might hurt like hell
We are only drops of water
In the river that is life.
You are trapped by those around you
And you try to turn and fight.
But the river pulls and pushes
It bends you into shape.
A while ago I was a young and naïve little girl
That believed just about anything
In the past I was alive and free
With no care in the world other than
Trying to get mummy’s and daddy’s attention.
SilenceDisruptedThe lap of wavesThe cry of a gullPassing overAlien formsFormless featherless thingsNaught but ripples
A man walked into a room (yes, it starts like a bad joke) and showed me a thousand pictures.
Education is an opportunity to have.
It provides us knowledge about world.
In different shapes and sizes all of us are bound to become a somebody.
"One through ten,"
"Bring a black pen,"
Class flirt and Class clown,
Watch your step so you don't fall down,
Morning bell and Friday night band,
"Your turn to stand,"
I thought about you today
Your loving embrace
The way you smelled
All of the fun we used to have
I thought about your smile;
We don't talk about how I cried myself to sleep for months
We don't talk about how I didn't want to live any more
We don't talk about how I couldn't have children
You told me you were going to do something, but it wasn't done.
You told me you were going to teach me how to speak anothe language, I wasn't taught.
Will this ever end,
This endless repetition and wasting of time?
Will we ever see life for the wholeness it was meant to be?
Will we ever see the sun rise and smile more joyfully?
My dad said the only way I'll get into college is if I get scholarships
There are no miracles , no wishes , or any fancy tricks
You work hard for what you want
And never give up or in So I thought I'd try for a poem
In this crumbling world we all become self absorbed
taking money over love
gaining nothing but an overactive ego
by pointing out others flaws
theres nothing to stop this world from ending
They tell me that I need to search
That all I have to do is look and I can find it.
Easy for them to say.
Yet here I am having a fit,
Trying to find this little shit.
Life is a series of random events.
Sometimes these events tilt in your favor,
While others unravel against you.
It's never told who will get what, when, and why...
That's is left for you to find out in due time.
My mind is curious yet all knowing,
it jumps over obstacles like skyscrapers,
falls but all ways lands on it's feet,
puzzling but never out of place.
Science alone cannot grasp the mind,
I'm sinking, sinking deeper into this hole.
so dark, so lonely.
I can feel it consuming me with sadness.
Gasping, I gasp for air while this feeling slowly suffocates me.
longing for the day it will come to an end, anxiously waiting while in dispair.
When I look in the mirrors I see a girl so broken.
Her eye's tell a different story from her smile.
Her lips utter words that can't be heard...
Behind closed doors as I look at the reflection staring back at me..
Thoughts squirm
They echoe and scream within my eardrums.
Yet I am deserted
"Shout" they order
This is a duel I never to win.
"You're just a kid!"
I see to many people think that a mental disease can be fixed easily or that it's a joke. Depression, axiety, eating disorders are something we cannot just walk away from.
You speak of pain
As if you know
How the sun feels
When she is no longer
Needed.
Why?
My life feels so unimportant
Everytime,
I look at scholarships,
They ask me to write aout my accompishments
I remember I haven't done anything
Everytime,
When I'm older, I'll finally learn
To speak my mind but go unheard
To be unique and then be shammed
And come to terms its me to blame
When I'm older, I'll finally see
This sheltered kid doesn't know a lot of life's social basics,
but as he grows through life, he learns that life gets its kicks
out of the struggles we go through.
In his youth his parents danced a strange dance of love,
Numbers, no im not talking about math or accounting or statistics im talking about life.
By the time I was a born my life was run by numbers; when I eat, when I nap.
Life, right?
Everyone always says to embrace it, to live it and to love it, that we will never be as young as we are in this moment, to live with no regrets, that life is so precious.
They are the people, they are the crew,
They are the ones who might scare you,
They don't play no same games,
That's why no one knows their names,
I sing and feed my soul.
I dance and sing at my pleasure,
Turning and observing the stars in the sky.
Counting more than my seventeen years,
deep wonder fills my eyes.
Her heads down in the hallway,
she doesnt wanna be there,
covers her scars with her sleeves,
and her face with her hair;
And when she gets home,
theyre always so hard to please,
she hides in her room,
When I Look at You by Savanna Morgan
When I look at you I see a blind, incoherent fool
Because aren't we all
Do we not build up our own houses, then
due to no foundation we fall.
Hold me close, my love.
Dry my tears with your fingertips as they trail down my cheeks.
Kiss me with your soft and gentle lips, as the warmth of sunset carreses our faces.
Window to the Past
Split, Splat, Pitter, Pat
Behind the window, I see the rain,
I am distant, I feel no pain.
Its better this way, I’m made of stone
Ears react wide at the sound of this word from a White face,
We condemn it and protest, yet we claim this within our race.
We lay the tomes that tell stories of fights for our progress,
Maybe I messed up a long time ago Maybe I shouldn't have just went with the flowBecause when I did, I still held on to pain.No matter how hard I try to ignore it, it kept coming like rain.
I sit in the rain because when it rains you can't see the tears streaming from my eyes down my face you can't even see the sadness in my eyes and all t
I still dont understand why exactly you did it. I still hear something different from both of you each time. I still want to pretend that none of this happened. I still want to pretend like none of it was real.
She knows where they are hidden
But, says "You got to be kidden!"
The color of red
Comes pouring out as she is laying in bed.
She gets relieve from the pain
But, tends to go insane.
The qiuet place around me
Is peaceful to think
I conentrate too hard
Too easy to blink
How many times
Can I fully give in
To the thought of letting go
There's nothing to bend
Someday we shall meet and everything will fall in place,
without the any notice and your arrival and be unexpected,
when I have fallen you will be there to help me back up,
My emotions have change for the ever more its become so much more.
The obstacles i face that is in my way, seems not to be a problem, oh how my life has change, with you right next to me,
I wake up in the morning and dread the day aheadI shower and get dressed but I dont want to be out of bed
What ticks me off are many things I would say
But why show others the anger I have anyways?
I could go off on everyone for the most littlest things
But I choose not to, for my reputation reins.
For the greater good, for the information that the people need
The people that work hard to find new technolgoies,
tests, and cures
that will heal the sick -
In this world many things could change,
many women and children are living in dismay.
Let love win and make a change,
show these beautiful people a better display.
Mirroring an image society has given,
To be our own individual,
Don't listen to what others say.
Yet we criticize others,
It is my ambition to go to work as a computer engineer, marrying the software with hardware. I have been interested in it since I first learned how to build my own computer. I want to help design the technology we all use on a day to day basis.
Teacher, teacher, taught me well,
just about the opposite of 'rich-as-hell'.
Teacher, teacher, is what I want to be,
my dream job, my soon-to-be.
Teacher, teacher, with lesson plans,
Holding a camera, I gaze into the lense
What I see is a life where I create sense
For myself and others by showing them what words
Cannot express.
To change the views of audiences and reveal the raw
You have a million things crossing your mind.time, money, bills, and schooling.So many things that you have to keep track of.As soon as you lose grip you're losing sight of.
When I dream these days, I want my eyes to be wide open, I don’t want to sleep through it.
It might sound crazy but I want to see everything, good, bad and indifferent.
When I dream, I dream big
Movies
a portal to another world,
a pretty picture
to make you
laugh or cry
Film
buttery popcorn in hand
pillows and blankets wrapped like a burrito,
We slice our lives down to 500 words,
--Words which can't begin to describe us,
Hoping for acceptance to write more words,
--Words which will never be fully appreciated.
We freely offer our 500 words,
I stare out the window, watching the rain
It rolls down the window like the tears on my face.
This pain, this fear, I’ve been trying for years
To make it go away, to make it disappear.
The creature made only of bones
and a thin layer of skin,
should be sitting in a throne.
Yet it has not been brought to attention
that while you live a life of luxury,
for every wish and want you receive,
What's wrong with the radio?
It's playing lies.
Everything is, "Sex and money!"
Where is the truth?
Why can't it feature better bands, like Story of the Year?
I have dreams, A nd they all start with "me", The kind of dreams that are bright and colorful and b
It’s been a long time coming, women and civil rights, but yet we still segregate and hate. “Be different” they say, “be yourself”, but it’s illegal to do so. To love who I want and live happily ever after, forbid.
You Only Write Once, so you better write right.
Write your thoughts, right your thoughts.
Write your purpose, make your purpose right.
Graduate school deadlines are around the corner, just to the right.
Death is such a tragedyto see a dying manlying right in front of youunconscious---- not breathingis tragicPast on at fifty-twoHis soul livesfloating up and away towards the dark winter skies
By law Its not ok to discriminate to people based on race.
By religion Its not ok to be mean to someone based on looks or wealth.
By society Its not ok to be mean to someone based on beliefs.
I am from beautiful Hawai’i nei,
A place that keeps people here to stay.
From beautiful beaches to multi-races;
A land I was born in with features of my descendant’s faces.
Raised on Hawaiian food,
beautifully mysterious,she hides away in the depths of nothingafraid to take a chance on the dawnnight- her best friendthe only thing she can count onsoon, it too will be gone
Living life is more than it seems
learning and contemplating on all your dreams
take it slow day by day
live life the lavish way
good here bad there
positive vibes negative tides
I wonder does it help
do the scars make me braver
does the pain makes me stronger
my emotions make me better
when I take it out on my skin,
is it going to make me prettier
scissors, knife, or a blade
My abilities are beyond thought,
Take me and you’ll see.
If you attempt me,
You will never escape free.
Only try me one time and
I’ll think about letting you go.
But try me twice
An average dream usually only lasts a few seconds; sleeping that is.
Dreaming while awake never leaves you, until it’s fulfilled
Everybody has a dream.
Everybody has a goal.
Everybody has an opportunity.
You smell like the dusty ring of light wreathing
the moon on warm nights, and I forget about the yellow
smell of my Grandmother’s coffin. And I forget that
people hide rotting lies under their gums
My mom asked me how you are. She didn’t look up
from the stiff sound of her sponge bleaching the trashcan
she was bent over
in the kitchen. Strands of hair the same shade as mine
Free
Free country, they say.
But really?
To conform
To think the same
To act the same
Based on a "correct system"...
But really?
Where's the freedom
To be an individual?
You only live once.
What a statement. And its true.
You only have one chance to do the things that you want to do.
Although that phrase is overused and a thing that preteens say.
I was always told to dress the part so
I put on my costume.
A white collared shirt,
A skirt to my knees
And a mask of a forced smile
Along with a face covered in pounds of makeup,
Filling out scholarships,
again and again,
only making my head flip,
wishing for some hope.
Instead of feeling like a dope.
College is the dream,
trying to figure a scheme,
college only makes me beam.
To Whom It May Concern,
Why do you teach if you cannot learn?
Why is it that you know all
and think students know nothing at all?
You'd be surprised what you will find
How I wish to slam my head,
Against the mahogany of my desk,
Due to studying the montonous dead,
Which should be laid to rest.
I have a most specific desire,
One to yell and scream--
Now just because I say sh*t, don't think of me as rude.
I just got to get it off my chest, some of the sh*t you do I think is crude.
Like the way you look at me, as if I don't have the right kind of apptitude
Need to have for college,
easy way to pay,
so many words,
too many essays.
Everyone writing, scripting, making
A handfull win, a whole lot lose
Website desinged to help search,
University of Arkansas just awaits
Stressful scholarship applications are everywhere in sight
A destination that is desired
I made it
I was that statistic
you doubted
the kid who never felt your praise
when you showered it
i know i wasnt a star student
but i was smart
you just never gave me the chance
He told her to shut it
She threatened to call home.
He told her what she can do with the phone
She got him suspended.
In that time he argued with her
His classmates shook their heads
Banks - they think they own everything.
Banks - they think they can take everything.
Banks - they have everything with just a swipe.
Banks - they tear apart families.
Here lies my math book
Never will I take a second look
College bound with dreams in mind
Meanwhile Math is no where to be found
Use it or lose it they all say
Maybe I'll need it for taxes one day
It's a dark corner subdued in my head
Alwasy telling me to put myself to bed
It's like a sky with many black holes
Endlessly counting the many souls they stole
A sense of direction lost within time
I am the hunter, she is the bird.
I reach and reach but cannot hold.
Opporunity is her name.
She flaps her wings and flies away.
I hit my head, again and again.
On the cold hard ground in pure frustration.
Why am I Here?
The answer is not clear.
He has no lesson plan or teaching material.
He has never prepared notes or even a PowerPoint, so I ask, “Is this for real?”
Love is confusing. Love is amazing. Love is regenerizing and quite reassuring. But without love, what do you do? Without love, you become who you thought you'd never be.
I consider myself a poem thief.
Not in the sense that I take credit
for the words that I copy down,
but because of the fact that I hide them,
bury them in the spines of my notebook
Yeah, here's my life. I welcome you to it. Welcome to huge secrets pouring out my mouth because of two thick, pale fingers. Welcome to black blood drippin impurities all over my mother's untouched rugs.
Tell me.
Is there a miracle cure for "this?"
Because I'm not immune to the sleepless nights-- applying for college
Because I'm not immune to the aching fingers of my hands-- typing in essays for scholarships
I spend much of my time alone
Stopped writing as much
And why? Well I don't really know
But the familiar feeling
Ink stains on my fingertips
Silence breaking through my room
Change is what drives this world. Nothing stays a constant speed. Every heart beats differently. Minds rearrange themselves. People speak obscure words. Friends say "I'll have you're back, No matter what I've got you." I say "Let's be real here,
I'm faced with a list
Every two weeks.
No GPA required, no essay requried, some essay required, age limits.
Money is both free and difficult to get.
College is too expensive for any one person
Poetic justice which
Whispers in my thoughts
Soft influence
Leads me to my own conclusions
No wrong answers
Indiscernible meanings
Inspirations-
Lead me to always have
Aspirations-
I wrote my first poem when I was young.
It was almost spirtual as if it fell off my tongue.
I couldn't believe how amazing it felt.
I was so thrilled that I could almost melt.
Can you get into my head?
Can you make me one of YOU?
Who...walks past fast,
with Ray Bans?
Should you change my mind when I turn on the TV?...
You are wired, ready to deliver the BAD news.
I got inspired by this group you see, three ordinary college kids never guess who they could be,
just kickin it on an ordinary day, but telling an extraordinary story with the words that they say.
From the way my hands shake in your presence
The butterflies in my stomach go chaotic
The spell you put on me is pure magic
I can't believe this is happening this very moment
With the river living
The lie they told spread like wildfire,
burning precious truth in its flames.
All too soon it found its spot upon my doorstep.
Careless control, I saw its destruction:
Give me your hand
as we walk through the sand…
let me speak to you to help you understand
the pen is my life and the paper its wife.
They go together like a hand and a glove;
they create words that inspire.
Writing is a passion
Real truth in time
I write with compassion
To seek what is mine
Everyone will see the overwhelming passion that flows through my veins
“Your parents make too much money”, the government states and that’s the first thing wrong with financial aid
My parents make enough money to survive and pay bills but I’m not a rich kid who can pay so let’s be real
I don't understand why I wasn't good enough.
I don't understand why I was so devastated.
I don't understand why they knew I deserved it, but
wasn't received to me.
What is forever?
Is it something I can touch?
Is it something I see?
Is it something that can ever truly really be?
She moves like a butterfly bounding from flower to flower. Her features are fine-tuned like the keys on a piano. When the sun shines down on her head it reveals a golden halo of hair. Flowers blossom in her presence.
She looks calm and collected on the surface,
Under her tough shell she is screaming.
Inspiration for life and future are no where,
Can anyone ever love a mistake like her?
In her mind she will never be good enough.
Scholarships
Caught in a storm of disappointment and desperation
How do I apply?
One million out there can't one just be for me
Loving people want to help only certain types of people
I would like to give you my whole heart, but I can't.
He has some of it, you see.
He cut off a sliver with a paring knife
Oh so long ago.
He doesn't even know it's there,
This is for you.
You know who you are.
The nerdy kids. The smart kids. The,
“she’s just so bright for her age” daughters and the
“he’s always excelled at everything he’s done” sons
Those little children!
They hold it well,
but they haven't gone
nearly as far as we.
They don't depend
on this stuff,
this bliss
quite as fully as me.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who are they that flaunt these halls?
Hypnotizing eyes, and power hungry souls…
…no one knows the pain and loneliness their hearts never told.
On a small sunshine covered leaf
A little white egg rests,
Listening to the words of the wind
And waiting to begin earth’s tests.
I walk by myself, alone.
Nobody seems to notice or care.
Emotionally I seem to have not grown.
I have thoughts I cannot share.
So much to pay for with so little money
My parents think its really funny
Everyone dreads paying for college
But we all have to go to fill our heads with knowledge
I empty my wallet, savings, and my bank account