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Inhale.
Chest crushing lungs.
Trust being pushed.
Exhale.
Chest releasing its grip, but still holding on ever so slightly.
Trust standing at the edge of a cliff.
Tongue trips my words.
Brain reconsiders the words after they fall.
Sound pulls them back to the depths, and they are not heard.
The words I wanted to speak worked hard to get to the tip of my tongue.
I have never won a poetry competition. Never gotten second, third, or an honorable mention for that matter.I have never been told I should become a poet, but that’s not why I write.
We are not appraised by how we begin
Nor are we judged by our face or our skin
We learn to hide what we’re told to by others
Using our clothes and makeups as covers
Hazed silence/
Hazed silence of the drip of water/
Hot steam trails that hit the frigid pavement/
Heavy pants of closure
I know why the willow grows.
It grows for a life it yearns to know.
It grows for you. It grows for me.
It grows so tall for all to see.
The willow grows because it can
because no one told it that it can’t.
I wish I could tell you
I have something to say
But when I finally try to
You walk far away
The somethings a secret
That only I know
I tried hard to keep it
But it’s starting to show
What if I could live in a world in which I never fell for you? What if I never fell for you? What if I never fall again? Never feel the scrape of my knees hitting earth again.
Do you remember the days, the nights, the adventures we always used to share? Flying away on wings of laughter that were built on mutual care. Five good friends and lots of fun was all I used to need.
Isolation of my soul brought out the worst in me
The original justification for this was
Ive been hurt before so why try again
but once I got the taste of love on my toungue again
why am i doing this
not for myself, just for the grade
not that i really need it, just for my parents
why are they more worried than i am
ive already done all that they asked
The new year has come
Why do people find this
A time to change
What's wrong with changing
In the middle of the year
Why can't a person change
Sooner
Wouldn't that
Save us
Yes and No
Everytime you talk,
You tell me how i'm so pretty.
Now you have me in shock,
those words come with a fee.
You're hot, you're cold
We've been down this road before.
Each time it hurts a little more.
I really don't know WHAT you want from me.
When we are doing good, WHY won't you let it be?
I KNOW that you love me, don't say that you don't...
The question is...
When did you start caring?
You never once took action to make sure I was okay
You never once asked me how was my day
You never once told me it was going to be okay
You never once!
Blue magic more blond then bleached, a little tarnesed slightly bent out of shape with sheep, unbarable stench meldoing cum stained sheets, wasnt me as he is so to speak, unprovoked dismanteld damenesing regaining adbominal not standing on my own
What does the world have on us?
lets set ourselves free
we're under this fake world's shadow, indeed!
i keep asking how can the sun keep shining after going down the sea
Why do we come to meet people
That are just going to leave?
Why do we get close to most,
Because in the end it's just going to hurt.
Yes, the time with them are memories
That can never be replaced,
do you think i'm stuPid? did yOu Really think i wouldN't find out? you told me you quit months ago but, i had my doubts. i didn't asK you to stop because I wanted to controL you. you toLd me about it before, why are you hiding it now?
A perfect bond.
Conversations go on for hours with no effort
Two passionate hearts
Telling one another "we will make it"
Through love
Through faith
Through patience
are you the reason i left?
are you the reason i dropped everything?
are you the reason my heart was shattered?
yes you are
you ripped my heart out of my chest
you put it through a blender
And they speak of age – the elder years.
It’s always tomorrow. And tomorrow has not settled. Now,
Darkness, woe, and failure stench abound.
Why is love so cold?
We sit back and wait til we grow old.
In search to find the person of our dreams,
We are left to be the one in need.
Crying all night with no one to talk to,
Even after I watched you
Push me off the edge
My fingertips still reached out for you.
Why
Why am I still afraid of you
Why do I still cower
Or feel the urge to run away
You have this power over me
Maybe you just took it and
Never gave it back
I certainly didn't hand it to you
1/30/18
Dear mom,
I couldn’t understand why…
Why were you so uptight with me.
Why were you not patient with me.
Why were you never home with me.
Dear divinity.
I have many questions for you
That I'm not sure you'll ever answer
Because over the last few years of my life
My fealty to you
Has grown less and less steadfast.
I am afraid to love something that is so pure yet wrong
To be a bird flying against a current going To Who knows where
As you looked at me I can see love
But is it the right love I want
You tell me you want me always
But you push me away as soon as I get close
I can see you wanting me to be there
Love all no matter the color!
Coming from a place of purity
No one should have to be undercover.
Not a little, not a lot.
Who is to say what will come or whatnot.
Love all no matter the race!
Love is pain
Love is kind
Love is honestly a waste of time
there's no true love's kiss
or a frog turned prince
because love is absent in today's kids
Love is hurt
Love is cries
Why now?
I must know
How this life grow so large on this Earth we stand on to revive
Need some advice to be nice?
U and I are together on this, swear things will change
After I tasted you for the first time
everything tasted
The way the first bird of spring sounds
SCREAMING
demanding to be heard
Wrapped inside a dream,
Where no one can hear the screams,
The screams of the world that are not what they seem,
They seem to be smiles and unbreakable esteem,
But their truth, like I, are trapped in this dream.
I remember
The stones
They way they pelted.
I remember
The girls
The way they laughed.
I remember
The fear
The I fought not to tremble.
I remember
I’m fed up with feeling like I’m failing
I’m fed up with shooting for the moon and landing in the mud
I'm fed up with the pictures, the size I’m supposed to be
I don't waste my time every morning because I think it's funny.
I don't make new friends in my own interest.
I don't stay at school to practice for 14 straight hours because it's fun.
Once again I long for a view into someone else's mind
I wish to see your thoughts and feelings
and how you feel about me.
Is that hate in your eyes?
No, you don't hate,
Just strongly dislike.
Today is the day
I have a date today
With a guy who just seems great
He is just like me in countless ways
We have the same order at Subway
Why did you do this to me?
Why did you crush all my hopes?
You took all my hard work
And threw it to the ground
Like it meant nothing.
Do you hate me or something?
Why do you hate me?
up, Up, UP!
Say “hello”, “Goodmoring”
Get Dressed, GO!
Day-in, Day-out
Quickly, forward
go, Go, GO!
Pass it. Bye.
A light in the distance
A Spark in the Sky
I say I need my space
And that's because I'm scared
I see you everywhere and my mind is drifting toward your picture glaring there,
It's just past 4 am and you can't sleep
I need to get over this
why?
cuz i feel like shit
but how do I just forget about this?
it takes precedence in everything i do and everything I say
Wait
Why is this happening?
All the tears counting amounting And no one here comforting
Something so unmistakable
Something so breakable
I hate Spanish, I already am bilingual
Don't know why I am taking this class
This woman always calls me out,and it gets me mad
I leap up to life, to see what is above me.
The flame within me is burning.
I look to the sky, and see the drrops forming.
Clouds, clouds, clouds.
I know that it is coming.
I look up and there they are.
I'm shedding tears for all the people we've lost just this year. From senseless violence to overgrown conspiracies, can't you see the enemy?
They hide in plain sight so no can ever see.
I saw a chifferobe
One made of pale hickory
That shimmered with clean
Said to be magical
And smelled of caffeine
Forsaken among the young
And murmurs with the old
It guides one's tongue
Why do you do the things you do,
with your laughable smile that makes me laugh too?
Why do you do the things you do,
with your kissable freckles that make me love you?
Why do you do the things you do,
At 12:49 in the morning, I am asking myself why I write. Why do I write songs? Why do I write essays? Why do I write letters to my loved ones?
At 12:52, I am answering;
I am allowed. I am able.
I like laying next to you
You are probably the only person I can confide in for almost everything that happens in my life
But, of course, the time we have together is sacred because....you have a girl at home
Overuse, Overthink, Oversimplify
The degree to which we suffer is surely to the nth
Forced to lose humanity, when I can't pay my rent
Swear to god
When the world is dark,
And the tears stream down my face.
When I can’t breathe,
When the weight of the world rests on my shoulders,
That is WHEN I write.
When the colors fade to grey,
Here I watch the crowds scatter
Vast amounts of doubts gather
I've steered my train of thought, trained the brain to block out chatter
Town after town, I traded what I had known
It didn't take too much
To bring me down to my knees.
To leave me laying on the floor
Covered in bruises and blood.
To leave me laying alone in the dark.
So here I stay on the floor,
why do i write such sad things
people ask and i never know what to sing
i guess its cause of the mental state im in
i let the paper take away the sting
the pens ink revealing the pain within
Purpose is the driving force behind all action.
Is it to much to ask, to know one's purpse?
The answer is never where you look. But
One thing is for certain; one
Thing remains the same as time slides by--
Why are there so many things in this world to worry about?
Why do I wait and wander in my worries when I could be doing something fun
like making babies or going on journeys?
Why is the world so mean?
Don't yell at me.
It no longer works.
The damage is done.
I have been broken.
I care no more.
This game is wicked.
I will not stay.
Why must you damage?
YouThe one I wantThe one I hold close to my heartForever and everThe one I don't want to let goYouThe spark that ignites the fire in my soulThe chill ascending upon my spineThe major chords played in our melodyThe emotions carried in my tearsYou
Have you ever just sat down and wondered,
Why poetry?
Was it an escape from the harsh reality:
Pain demanding to be felt
The loss of your loved ones
why do I keep trying,
why do you want me fighting.
I am stressed
with myself.
Why do you want me here?
are you really in fear?
I'm tired of all these morons acting like a philosophic class
These people, more like sheeple standing lonely in the aftermath
Thinking if only they can get the holy that is up for grabs
Each flower
I picked for you
I wished and wished
For your words to be true
But even the steams
Knew you told lies
Slowly, they shrunk
Without saying their goodbyes
Each flower I picked
He touched my skin, He kissed my lips.
He told me I was special, He made me believe.
Maybe love is real, even for someone like me.
But then she came along and stole him away.
I dream of you.
Standing next to a car with leather seats that became too hot in the summer.
With eyes, golden as the embers in a fire
With arms, hugging me tightly
With lips. that kissedmy forehead when I was sick
Why; Is an unsolvable question that I ask myself every day.
Why am I here?
Why am I stuck in this Hell hole?
Why do you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why do I feel like this?
Why do I do what I do?
Why is the world so angry? Why is the world so cruel?
Why do I turn on the TV and hear all this bad news?
Why can't we all just get along? Why do people see color
She asked Him
a question
which was an interesting one
it was just that
suppose if He had not
met Her in His life
what would He have
felt missed in His life?
I just turned 18
And you don't seem to want me around
So I went and bought a pack of ciggs downtown
But all I can think is how ashamed you'd be right now
A stiff draw
The air nibbles my ears
Why do you have to remove me from your life?
Am i a toy you could just use?
Am i a nobody?
I am a human just like you.
I don't like to be play around, nor be used.
I have a brain, a mouth, and a soul.
Why does love equal hate?Why do you have to put me through so much pain?Why am I going insane?Why do you have time for yourself but not me?
Elementary schoolI bring home big scoresThe best in the testAdvancedExemplary
Let’s give a round of applause for the girl who stayed up all night and studied her but off for an exam she was sure to fail due to lack of sleep.
Strength is something not many people have
Courage is something many people lack
Belief is something most of us claim
WHY?
WHY?
WHY?
WHY?
WHY?
WHY?
WHY?
Why did we killed in Vietnam?
Why were we born?
Just to die.
And have our names.
March 25 2012
When I was 6 years old I lost something
It wasn’t just anything
Not something that can be replaced at a store
Not a thing
But a who,
At just six years old I lost my father,
Why are we fighting?
Why are we rioting?
Why are we dying?
Why is this happening?
Why do we hate?
Why do we hide?
Why are we blind?
Why not be kind?
What if everything changed?
What if it got better?
What if it got worse?
What if it I was happy?
Fear is just a lack of knowledge, so gain some knowledge on that spider on the wall and overcome it.
The balding man stood behind the girl with the hair,and he wished for just an ounce of her flair.But he looked at his hands and he thought to himself:"I'm so ordinary, it's no fair."
Stone, I waited on the couch,
Listening with every fiber of my being.
Unmoved, I squeezed tight my breath,
Hoping to hear words which weren’t there.
But the words that were there
I strived for perfection
Finally perfect my look in the reflection
Just like that the mirror cracked
Broken once more
Pieces to be picked up
And reassembled
So tired of trying to reconstruct
I am of flesh
I breath sin
I keep to myself
what lies within
But do express
And I'll give you notice
When storms draw near
I feel their closeness
Love one love all
Through the cracks I fall,
Waiting for the moment of certainty,
So I can grab a handhold and regain stability.
Raw as can be, I sit on my chair,feeling,although I don't like to be felt.
My head hurts from thinking too much aboutthe undeniablefuture.
I am perfect beyond imperfection
Nothing can comprehend this lesson
That the rise and fall of every good king
So many people asking who?
So many people asking how?
So many people asking when?
So few people asking why,
Why people are asking?
I think the saddest word is maybe
Maybe I did It
Maybe it was not me
Maybe I will never admit
If I may be a good girl
Maybe I should wait
I have trouble keeping my imaginary body together,
Free from the safe house of epidermal covering and rippling plasma
I used to be enamored, in love with the entity that led me to my self-destruction
Tomorrow Tomorrow
That is when you will be all mine
When our hands fold like cards
When I feel your marrow against mine
Smile,
Wave hello,
Be friendly,
Be bold,
Be perfect.
They expect that from you,
So you give it to them.
“What’s wrong?”
They ask, if you only slightly frown.
This was never about love
Or the romantic notion
That you still cared for me.
It wasn’t in some doomed attempt
To get me back like I might have hoped
Those short few months ago
Why do people feel the need
To say they’re sorry for everything?
I’m sorry you’re sad.
I’m sorry you’re happy.
I’m sorry you’re hurt.
I’m sorry you’re sorry.
Sorry has become just a word
All I do is love you
But look what you put me through
You come home drunk, angry and swinging
I cower in fear awaiting the stinging
If you are Caucasian, Asian, or of Middle Eastern persuasion
everyone wants to be black for the occasion
You wear saggy jeans and you come off like this
Do you really know what its like to be black and dissed
I’m scared to tell you what’s going to happen,
‘Cause I’m not ready to let you go,
I’m scared if I tell you,
We might never grow,
I’m scared to say “I love you”,
‘Cause it ain’t so,
I am from the sun and sea, fire and earth
I am from forbidden love, heat and passion
I am from broken laws and wounded souls
Constant trips and endless highs
I am from falling snow and raging winds
I enter many slams yet i dont get any feedback
Are my poems weak
What do I have to tweak
To make it better not only for me
Im losing it but I am trying to control it
before I blow a lid
Lying awake while nosie in the background fills the space in my mind, putting off the feelings I've felt on the surface to bring the dark ones to light I'm scaring myself tonight
Is it really love?
Or is it desperation and loneliness
possibly?
Hearts are so...
Minds are:
Numb.
Baraged.
Attacked.
Is it really love?
Happiness?
"It wasn't anything YOU did, I do have trust issues."
Your words still ring through my head
What could have happened
To make you this way
Why couldn't you have told me sooner
The tears I wasted
I don't want to be your smoke break
In the middle of the night, when you decide to take me out,
every night
i relive that night
that night you chose
to end your life
every night
i relive that night
you hanging limp
the police cars
every night
rape
a word
society has deemed to be unacceptable in conversation
rape
an action
a second that makes a difference
rape
a victim
whose life will never be the same
rape
Dedicated in loving memory to Danielle Nicole Church--a friend who wasn't held dear enough.
When you find the end of the tears--
You know its supposed to be over now.
Even your body is sending signals.
Tell me why
Tell me why does the world have to be like this?
All of this chaos and all of the catastrophes.
For no legitimate reason.
Tell me why
Tell me why are people are so judgemental?
Everyday is a living day
As i see people come and go by
For some people is tragedy
For some others is heaven
Twenty-two seven,
Wandering in the streets
Writing my life on these sheets
The move was unanticipated but brutal
The punch that you recieved from Life
Obliterates you to the core
Always thinking it won't be me
But now saying why me?
As I sit down once again, in front of the old computer with the whirring fan
My fingers begin to hit the black keys, each one a small click
That make an musical orchestra of words
how is i that i lay here
listening to sad songs and the pouring rain
letting vodka slip down my throat into my veins
counting seconds between lightning and thunder...
how is it that with this razor in my hand
Why is the question I always ask myself,
Its my mind wanting to learn,
But I find myself a hypocrite,
Why is it her fault?
What did she do?
He didn't hear her words,
Didn't accept her saying no.
Why is she to blame?
Curled up on the bathroom floor,
No hope,
I write to free my mind
To suprise myself with what I find
It gives me wings
So I may escape and be alone on the sea
I write to free my heart
From those who tore it apart
It gives me shelter
Have you ever lay silently still and listened to the sound of an orchestrated piano solo play peacefully in your ears and wonder how something seemingly so simple can be so beautiful?
If I Could Fly
If I could fly, I’d fly to you
If I could fly, I’d fly in the blue,
And darkness too
I would travel the globe,
And bring back trinkets and doodads,
With pictures of beyond
I pushed my hand against my chest in search of a soundbut my heart beat was no where to be found.what a tragedy I must be for my heart to have abandoned meI pressed a little harder but still couldn't feel a thing
I beg the question:
What are we fighting for?
By this,
I don’t aim to challenge the conventions of English grammar.
Instead,
I aim to challenge the conventions of human thinkers.
Daddy why did you leave me
Aren't you supposed to
Hold me
Love me
Comfort me
Daddy why did you hit her
Aren't you suppose
to protect her
Love her
Respect her
Why.
Why do you ask a question that you already know the answer too?
Why is it that every syllable that comes out of my mouth is followed by your short smile and laughter to make me feel special?
Why can't we be accepted for who we are?
Why cant we be loved for who we are?
Why do we feel the constant need to act like someone we arent?
Why can't we all be treated equally?
Why does she keep coughing?
Its like she can't breath or something.
But I know she can breath
Because if she couldn't breath
She wouldn't be able to smoke!
The rain. The rain.
My bare feet on the cold wet ground.
I stare across the vast expanse which is my city.
The trees. The houses. The lights. The cars.
As the rain falls, my world seems to go in slow motion.
I never knew what love was like
That was until I met you
How could I forget?
Your smile, your eyes the way you fret
It made me feel like I was invincible.
All that changed one day.
My scars are hidden,
Not self-inflicted
Still they reflect,
My anatomical neglect.
See, I was born with a battle.
And I've just got to deal,
But your comments rattle
I know your eyes aren't seeing like they used to see
And the track marks left circles round your heart
They say the sun must always set on beauty
Cause the rain always needs a place to start
Why do this thing where we live life,
when one day we will not wake up?
Why get out of bed every morning
to drag our feet on the ground?
What impact can I have,
little me to this big world.
Why try?
Why do this thing where we live life,
when one day we will not wake up?
Why get out of bed every morning
to drag our feet on the ground?
What impact can I have,
little me to this big world.
Why try?
I can't say one thing!
Not one damn thing, without you criticizing me!
Just shut up!
You ask what I mean,
I mean Im Fed Up!
You push me for my 'own good',
humanity:world peace!
humanity:fight fire with fire.
parents:be yourself!
parents:stop being who you are.
humans:love thy neighbor!
humans:god hates fags.
Why is the sky blue?
Let's make it purple.
Why is the grass green?
Color it blue.
Why do humans have such beastly attitudes?
Put a smile on their face.
Why must we try,
on something that'll never work?
If just looking at me is painful,
Why even try?
If there is no rhym
nor reason,
then what's the point?
what's there to say?
Why write a poem
Why not a persuasive essay to convince someone to do something
Why not a thesis to bring a new idea into the world
Why not a nonfiction book to educate
Why not a novel to entertain
it is strangling, sucking out my inner self
till im nothing but a lifeless carcus
till my ashes drift away with the roaring wind
and become one with the apmosphere.
I will not be satisfied until I can leave my home
wearing whatever I please
whenever I please
and not be worried about who I may provoke.
I will not be satisfied until I know
WHY?
The child asks,
Mum Why does the sun shine so bright,
WHY is the grass so green,
and the water so blue?
Mum WHY, WHY Mum WHY?
one day you'll know child
In the midst of dayThere I sit in my roomAnd stare awayMy water is tainted and condensendingAnd my mind slowly blows smoke ringsI watch the stoney trees
It’s never really about sex, is it?
Then why do we care?
It’s never really about sex, is it?
Power. Closeness. Acceptance.
It’s never really about sex, is it?
Why I am fighting for your attention
Why I am looking for your consideration
I need you in my life, but why?
I want you to feel better.
Mommy. Why?
How do you expect us to conform to buying your books?
How do you expect us to rest well?
How do you expect us to eat properly?
How do you expect us to arrive on time?
How do you expect us to become great people?
Why must we always question authority?
Obviously we should back down,
We're simply the minority.
I'll tell you why we stand and fight,
Why we won't give up the shiny crown,
Why make us memorize things?
Aren't we supposed to understand and learn.
Why make us sit and stare at words?
Aren't we supposed to be able to make the words appear on the paper.
Why are people greedy?
Why do some people live in the street?
Why can't we all just love one another?
Why are children bullied?
Why do some people take there lives?
Why is there war?
Look at you sitting behind that desk, acting all high and mightyWe are not your toys to fuck withWe are human beingsWe are teenagers, hormonal brats that need help during this crucial time
As an adult I respect you,
As a person, not so much.
Not because of the way you dress,
Or because of the low grade you gave me
On the essay that I spent three weekends trying to write.
You want me to admit when I'm wrong,
But you never do
You say it's not right to lie,
But you lie all the time
You tell me to stop being gloomy
But you're angry all the time
She said we'll never talk about it again
That doesn't mean she won't think about it
I did wrong
And I feel like shit
Why do I always fall into the Devil's temptations?
Point your finger at Me,
For I am the only target to see.
I was blind
And I was naive.
I didn't see
How I affected you,
Or how I affected Me.
But time has passed,
if.
the two letters
stuck in the middle of
this crazy thing called
life.
the four letters
that can be amazing
or we can say if
only.
the one word
Life was taken away too quickly,
No one knows why it had to be,
It left a hole in our hearts,
We remember the life that touched us so deeply.
When you took at your phone and asked me to smile
And tell you I loved you, I just waved you off
I didn't notice the suitcase on the floor
Or the sadness in your face.
Every day I slouch at my desk
I write and I write and I write.
Every day I raise my hand high in class
I speak and I speak and I speak.
Every day I lay down in bed
I think and I think and I think.
Knowing that I have an attraction for you makes me so upset with myself. How could I let this happen to me?
A normal day like any other,
You smile across the room.
I make my way to talk to you,
Then screams erupt, but whom?
Our eyes dart to the open door,
Where classmates hurry by,
You say I don't know shit, but whose teaching me?
You say I won't match up to anything, but whose teaching a student that smarter than them?
I found him on the corner of Central Ave.
He just stood there smoking his cigarette
Making little white ghost with each exhale
Creating more clouds to shade the earth
He knows I'm watching, he's no fool
When we walked the face of Earth,
Wasn’t the world a happy one?
A collection of blessings made up our very lives,
And in the blinks of weary eyes,
We were gone.
Now as I peer into the past
Learn to pass the test
Not to do your best
From primary to secondary schoolthat is all the student’s hear.
Learn to pass the test
Not to do your best
My close friend Luis decided to drive around in his motorcycle.
Luis was innocent, he just wanted to drive around...
So happy to be driving, the wind hitting his face, ignoring everyone.
Do this and do that,
Why should I do all that?
Explain to me the reason why,
I must understand all this "why."
You work hard and try your best,
But sometime you have to rest.
Please stop, I can't do this.
No one here to help me though this.
Sitting here and feeling clueless.
No sleep, I'm in too deep.
Don't know if I can make the leap.
Sometimes the jump just looks too steep.
Am I the only one to look up at the sky and wonder
What is beyond the stars yonder
Like a sponge I soak up information
About anything that I can find
Down,
Down,
Down the window,
Down the window pane,
Drip,
Drop,
Patter,
Stop,
Softly falls the rain.
Grey skies,
Stormy sighs,
The clouds are hanging low,
There exists a never ending void
So dark, dense and utterly devoid.
No sound or light escapes this place.
It has born you and will erase.
It will start early and will start young
What will be when I am gone?
I think this question, thinking I’ll go on
But for all I know, I could die tomorrow
Then, would my loved ones grieve in sorrow?
These words that boil inside you are strong
By nature, to hold them imprisoned is wrong
Speak raw, speak power, speak truth, speak you,
Your poem, your story, your song.
Do it for heart or do it for fun
I write because I never could throw a punch.
I never could run fast enough jump high enough or beat you in sports at recess,
But I could run circles around your head with unparalleled linguistic prowess.
I spoke daggers,
sunday afternoon, over musings and tea
you ask why
so (answers in-kind, what pretend witticisms, how fun)
why do humming birds fly
I am untouchable
Surrounded by the black gates
Unsure of which to open
“Let the people in!”
Cries my heart
Yet I am lost…
Separated and gone
Write my name in the water
Emotions
So hard to express;
Feelings
So hard to share;
Thoughts
lost in between
what is and what can be.
Communicate
what is kept inside;
Express
what lies buried deep;
buried in metaphors,
the allegory of a door
representing the figurative
pathway to the highways
and byways of my brain-
the complexity. as it rains,
i'm brainstorming some more
Why I write
My words aren’t just words
That are thrown into a sentence
But you must uncover the mystery
Of what I have written
I write for those who can’t
But want to be heard
A single lasting impression,
The hinting lack of discretion
He poured into each word he never said to me.
I am simply letters from a father,
The aching heart of the waters
“WHY?”
Why does life have to be the way it is?
Fallen for sin
Given in, to temptation
Living day by day as a demonstration.
Blessed, yet from God, there’s a separation.
Why?
I still find myself chasing the impossible.
So desperately trying,
only knowing nothing but failure.
nothing but pain.
I only want the things I can't have.
All I ever ask myself is why we have to die.
It just puts depress on us and leaves us all to cry.
Why do we have to leave even when we’re young?
Before you even know it, the heaven bells have rung.
My pen touches the paper.The ink slowly flows.The world spins idly byAs my story steadily grows.
When we were just kids,Playing outside with all the other demonsI used to hide in the shadows,Terrfied of what these demons thought of me.
What is a poem? Really?
A page--blank without words
Words--bold, yet impossible without letters
Letters--lines, scratches, dots
So small, so miniscule,
I hear the soft footsteps of rain outside my window,
It’s louder friend only seconds behind.
They bring me no fear,
No wariness, no excitement.
I smile because you asked me to;
Because you took these lips, always upside down,
gave them a tweak and turned them right side around.
Because I’m no longer alone; I have no need to cry.
This is for the child, So young, Who thinks his parents don't care. Who sits up all night wondering, And hoping he'll do them well. This is for the girl, So scared, beaten and abused.
Why try
I try because I want something new.
I try because what I wanted was you
I try and try, but no longer I do
I've stopped trying, but I still think of you.
Why try
I am from time well spent and moments lost,
Licking the cream from Oreos and
Summer days spent at the park.
Where I'm from we catch salamanders at the river,
Stay up late watching drive in movies
I write for the world.
Its skies of blue stretching uniqueness across the planet
Revealing its luster and foliage for all the universe to see
Why did you have to leave?
Why did you have to be there?
Why did he have to take you?
Having to see everyone and everything around me so gloomy was horrifying.
My name is Renee, consoled by my thoughts, or so I thought.
I take words and create to poems, the power within them stays a mystery.
I write to express, to heal, to relieve.
I write to release,
the pain of my world undone.
A shattered soul,
and a lost trust.
Scattered dreams,
And a broken heart.
Writing is the place where I start.
I bleed out from within,
They wonder what goes on, can't see, even with glasses, thoughts of what I can and can't be, preach to be free from the masses.
Ashes to ashes. Stardust to stardust.
Not something you can take with you
Exactly
But not something you can easily
Relinquish.
Grow claws just to clutch at it for a
After my master moved away-
I saw some boys come out to play
they played a game with balls and bats- and blood and bones and yowling cats
I ran away from them
an alleyway, so dark and cold
Poetry is the soul, written in ink
You might as well ask me
Why do I breath, why do I think?
These words set my thoughts free
They are a state of mind, unleashed
Personify me.
The way you see me, and the way I see myself will forever reign
different.
Take control of the ink,
push limbs to trees and write out a new beginning,
ending,
way to live,
Writing is the calm after the storm
The rant after the fight
The memories after the moment
The shoulder that I cry on
It's an escape from reality
The "Once Upon a Time"s and "the Last Week I"s never really seemed like much
When such a better way existed
To tell a story.
And when I took into account all that I knew about
I was introduced to poetry 7th grade.
I started to understand the concept: releasing.
I write because it is an outlet for my frustration.
Why do I write?
To understand.
Who do I write?
Myself.
What do I write?
Feelings.
Where do I write?
In the Black Book of Hate.
When do I write?
When I can't deal.
Why DON'T I write?
Waking up, rubbing the crust out of my eyes
to realize, where i reside is a land on its demise
I then reflect on I, surrounded by subsidized housing
and homeless vets, and fiends who get cocaine wasted by the ounces
To degrade self esteem
Of a human soul
Can degrade life itself
Depression takes its toll
For the weak
Don't feel complete
Until withering
Has reached its peak
Utter despair strikes
To degrade self esteem
Of a human soul
Can degrade life itself
Depression takes its toll
For the weak
Don't feel complete
Until withering
Has reached its peak
Utter despair strikes
(poems gIt’s test day for students of African descent
The test is administered but the questions on the test is what the students resent
Instead of opposition the questions are faced with submission
Five butterflies whirr around my head--
playing catch-me-if-you-can with each other's glowing, neon flutter.
I'm elated to see these spectacular creatures in orbit around me,
I write,
and who for, but for you?
I write for the twilights to come,
I write for peace among men, peace in their hearts and souls,
The wild nights, the worldly sights,
I take the time out to write just how I feel. To me, it's a big deal. What about you?
I was taught not to fight, but to wright whenever the time was right. What about you?
Caution for ink does lie;
The ever growing thoughts of cynicism
Sporting the guise of romanticism
Allow me to allow you to fall through the rye.
I am bound in new white pages,
I am read throughout the ages.
I am old and I am new,
I am false and I am true.
I am past, present, and future,
I am modern and old culture.
I am the hero and the villain,
Because I am weak,
Because I am strong,
I write
To destroy evil,
To create beauty,
I write
Because of peace,
Because of turmoil,
I write
To learn,
To give,
I write
Why I write? I write because it’s right and its fundamental value can compensate for what I’m feeling. I write to tell the story of my life, what I’ve done, where I’ve been, what’s my meaning?
Is it truly never enough for such a word to be understated?
to question its power and under rate it?
to be sorry is it not enough?
Anger.
Love.
Strength.
Weakness.
Hate.
Fear.
I write for them.
They take over.
They use my pen to escape.
Word
By
Word.
Once they start, they do not stop.
I write to let out all the things that I cannot say in fear that I will get judged. I write to calm my nerves and to let myself know that I can’t give up.
It's what they do
For others
To express
To voice
To show
For myself
To be heard
To organize
To find
Writing is an escape
From the things I can't control.
Because my other method to cope
Truly gives no control at all.
My life is wild and crazy
And the blades just make it hazy.
Time to go,
time to run,
time to work,
and time for fun.
Time for life
time to laugh
time to cry
there are times for others
then there are times for me
times to think
I write daily, almost religiously.
Saying things aloud, expressively yet only loud enough for the audience in my head to hear.
I am the ultimate critic and even I don't scare me.
So why do I write?
I am not a poet, but I write a lot
of poetry.
So why do I write?
I write to show my point of view.
So why do I write?
Sometimes it’s to feel like I have
a small amount of control.
Anxiety and depression
Constant thoughts and second guessing
My mind won't stop
And failure to resolve is inevitable
why must you sit here and throw your life, why must you let your children do whatever the hell they want, Just so you know that is not ok, you can blame who ever you want for the reason why you do the things you do, But me myself I blame you for t
We shouldn't miss anybody who doesn't miss us
Right?
We shouldn't love anybody who doesn't love us
Right?
If that's so true than why
Why?
Why do we continue to put our feelings out there
Why?
I told you that i loved you and i always would. you told me you did to and would give me the world. so why then did you run and leave me to wander what is left it this word of darkness and wonder?
What do you see? What do you hear?
What do you feel, what’s coming near?
How does it happen? How does it come?
How does it rise, or fall from the sun?
Where does it live? Where does it sleep?
How to be perfect? No one quite knows.
The search is forever, the answer unobtainable.
Why do want to obtain it? That's how our mind goes.
The quest is forever, the prize unavailable.
drunken delirious striving for an invisiable force that leaves me everytime I feel like life has flooded back into these hollow eyes,crusted lips and skulled face.
How can I live without food?
It is like my kryptonite
It can even take my taste buds on a flight
The sweet sugary snacks put me in a good mood
When I’m in the store, it seems to jump into my cart
Moving in spiral
Faster and faster
The world spins indefinite
Heavy is the pressure
Strong are the winds
Spinning us around
Forever we move
A spiral down and up
Leading to an end
In the darkness wails, “Oh why, Oh, why”
Only light remains at last of breath
Why, oh why do you not offer death?
I'm alone.
Sitting, staring, waiting.
Waiting for what, I don't know.
Staring at what, I don't know.
Sitting on what, grass.
I sit a little longer.
I stare a little longer.
I wait for something new.
Whoever it was who said that war is heroic
Never stood in the midst of one.
Never felt the heat of a gun
Or heard the CRACK of bone
pierced by a hunk of lead.
Why write a poem?
Why,
Why,
Why,
Is that all we ask?
Why go to school?
Why stay at home?
Why is it hot?
Why,
Why,
Why?
I don't understand
why the world is filled with violence
or why people hurt others.
I don't understand
why innocent men, women, and children are killed
when they had so much potential
Why i gotta mess up
Why do i trust
Why do i care
Why am i here
Why don't i have nobody
Cause i aint worth ish, that's why
A silver tongue licks the flesh,
And lets out crimson tears.
The pain you feel brings you relief,
Numbs over all your fears.
There's nothing you can do to help, the problems that you face.
Those who fear the unknown often become afraid of
Everything. They think they are righteous in fearing
What is intangible. They think they are
Protecting themselves. They are wrong.
Elation and delight fill the body
Confidence like a pungent fragrance
Alerting all those around
Suddenly,
The spider carrying doubt and fear arrives
Biting that same body
Spreading its toxic venom of lies
