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I've always been an atheist
no God could have grounded me
'cause I saw all lands
like temples
hallowed sanctuaries to find refuge
and my faith was held
by the people around me.
It is a transcendenceof space and time.A place to dieand be bornand liveand learnand lose and gain.
No, it wasn’t easy living without you…
Running up and down these roads just to make time pass by,
I probably crossed your path on Hwy 27 or I-75!---
No, it wasn’t easy to find my way to you…
Poetry is true
But what if I'm running circles around you
We're caught in our love letters and lost graces
We're lost in thought as we chase stars
mingling with each other's bodies and finding
Poetry is true
But what if I'm running circles around you
We're caught in our love letters and lost graces
We're lost in thought as we chase stars
mingling with each other's bodies and finding
Finding your voice is not easy to do.
It all starts with a problem you need to get through.
After trying to deal with it all by yourself,
You think, "maybe I should look outside myself."
Sometimes my heart doesn't fit in my mouth
Instead, meaningless words tumble out
I wish the right phrases could roll off my tongue
So how much you mean to me could become
DO YOU LOVE ME OR THE THINGS THAT I DO FOR YOU...
I TRIED TO STAY FOCUSED SO THAT I WOULDNT LOSE SIGHT OF YOU..
I TRIED TO IMAGINE MY WORLD WITH ONLY MY WEARY HEART...
I was a man of industry
Wrought iron bars towards the distance
Eden was promising company
Reapers mowed through the gardens
Heavenly light begged for shadows
Peter sang out, "efficiency"
I couldn’t tell you what I thought at the beginning of this year
Every word people said were just words that…
Bounced off my ear
I graduated high school with a 4.0
Easy for me, everyone expected me to
I believe that many say, time changes
It molds, grows, shapes, scrapes,
You
I, with tired limbs, heavy eyes, a crazy sleep schedule
Like a baby, my first steps are difficult.
I fall countless times.
There are bruises and wounds to remember the struggle.
And like a baby, I keep trying.
Like a baby, I look ahead and find Father waiting for me.
Poetry found mewhere darkness embodied my soul.When all my bad deeds refused to allow me to seek forgiveness,Poetry found me.
I have so many dreams in my life, it’s like no one knows who I am.
There’s a mask over my face, and I’m as weak as a baby lamb.
I write roaring, fragile words hoping that no one sees them.
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
I stepped off the plane into a new land, and new language, and new climate, and a new culture.
It was humid in Hanoi.
It was dirty. Dirt sat in the streets and people sat on the sidewalks.
Anonymous, AnonymousDo you find yourself stressing constantly?Are you lost as to where you went wrong in this crazy life nonsense?Are you unsure of who you are....Or what your life should represent?
I've try to convert if I can
The will of the canvas at my demand
So many different ones to counsel in
Purple, red, yellow, blue or green
I see me
Not a me I want to see...
but a me that I can't unseen
A me that is viewed as incadescant in the eyes of the profane
A me that sins to fit in with people that believe
Did you have to cut me off
with those sharp edges.
did you leave on such a thin note? heavy harmonizing with my reality? tuning into my pockets i emptied in following my heart on that flight to you?
When you see that pretty lone flower you pick.
When you see the random round rock you kick it.
When you see me you see nothing different,
My pictures have been fake for years
My eyes don't sparkle like they used to
I try to drown out my mind with music and drinks
My heart and soul don’t quite work right
I'm hurting on the inside
Who am I, through a completely organic lense?
A lense with no skewer or sharpener
no falsehoods or pretends
What am I in an entirely natural glow?
A glow that eminates my true personality
Remove the filters that surround our lives.
Don't sugarcoat it
to the ones outside.
The world as we know it can be harsh and cruel,
so let's not pretend
that it always looks cool.
when one takes a scroll through my instgram feed
they see a girl
who is a animal lover,music lover, food lover and a make up enthusias
but when I the stop posing
Who am I deep down?
Am I flawless, or am I hidious.
What do people think of me deep down.
She is perfection, she is distruction.
But deep down I am just me.
I am me.
Not you or her or him or them.
This is me
Unedited,
Unfiltered
me
I am the cries at night when hearts break
The anger when it's broken
I am the fear when the world is coming down
The tension felt when it's falling
I am a teenager
I am reckless
I make mistakes
I stay out late and do nothing
I am on my phone all day
I am a student
I have 3.0 GPA
I am a leader
I take too many AP Classes
I am dark eye circles.
I am nothing but gross, winter skin tapered onto a bored face.
I am yellowed teeth, and thanks to dad, hideous manbrows.
I made myself in their image by the time I was 13.
Squeezed my body into the pieces of their machine.
My laugh too boisterous, I learned to snicker.
My smile too wide, I snapped it in half.
Stop playing games
Don’t continue to wait
Stop denying it
Say you love me.
Stop using words
Stop writing cards
This is really not that hard
Show me, you love me.
The room was dull in color. Browns and beiges flooded the walls and floors. The lack of air was pungent, strangling me secretly. Benches were filled with burdened faces and twitching hands.
"Finding"
It's for the release.
It's for the rhyme.
It's for the rhythm.
And falling away from time.
I write for the freedom.
I write to bind.
I Remember
My exploration of limericks, stanzas started
at poets drawn from shavings of high ambition.
Fragmented dreams, misplaced desires
etched with ink onto my Incomplete storyboard.
What is writing,
Is it life?
Immortalized in strokes
of pen and keyboard?
Is it the author,
proudly displaying scars?
Dripping ink-ridden blood
all over used-to-be-white pages?
When the world around you closes in, go find the Whipperen.
When everything seems difficult, search for the one you must consult.
When life is hard and course as gravel, go down the road through which few travel.
Am I guilty of falling down?
Because I feel the same.
Can this be different than before?
Difference is only an Idea.
Everyone could feel this way.
Feeling only what I’ve been constructed to feel.
(poems go here) Blinding winds
Separate from all others,
Put out your arms
Try and find the end
The goal
The howl
Filling your head, steeped in whirls of thought
The cold presses in
A boy
Could have been a girl
Walked among the moon
Wondering where the stars were
The glittering light above
Teased him so
People who scream and shout,
What the fuck is that shit all about
Today you said I love you, I hate you, I wish you were dead
But at the end of the day you should be lucky to be blessed.
People who scream and shout,
What the fuck is that shit all about
Today you said I love you, I hate you, I wish you were dead
But at the end of the day you should be lucky to be blessed.
Be aware if you dare
stare i don't care
i have everything being my teddy bear
its ok if you dont like me
but i bet my life you wont doubt me
because i have potential like no other
Today I am 17, soon
to be 18 and it wont be long
until adults will respect me, youth
will reflect me. But I just sit here in my room
waiting for Peter Pan to come. Before
