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Some run fast, some run slow
Some fall behind and don't know which way to go
The scenery changes from seeing the track straight ahead
I can still feel the needle peirce my skin
Taste the glass stem between my lips
I can still feel the white girl flowing into my veins
My body going numb, between my ears hearing the train
I sincerely miss
Playing With
The child inside
But now he cries.
There was a time
When he could see sunshine
But now he's scared
He came to life unprepared.
On the ground he lay
Look up to the sky friends,
Can you see the coming end?
Red rock falling from the sky,
Hidden by flames, beautiful disguise.
Say your last prayer, beg for eternity;
The unlikelyhood no longer worries me.
Sksksks
And i oop
Hit or miss
Maybe uwu
Soon to be meaningless to generations gone by
Like all else in the world
Tik Tok will one day die.
RIP VINE
2013-2016
When the sun lifts, I think about tomorrow
and the earth bringing foreign land,
making rosemary and lavender
that grows from three month rain.
Walking down the hallway,
Looking at the people I see on this day,
There's the Jocks, the Scenes, the Gays,
The Cheerleaders, the Nerds, and the Emos saying "I'm okay",
The Mean Kids, the Tomboys, the Girly-Girls,
Darkness looms for miles
Been down this road for awhile
Walking with a single phone flashlight
All that surrounds belongs to the night
No light to guide my way
Feeling lonely, walking astray
Pray for the impossible,
Preach for those before
Learn to find what’s possible
And make a future to live for
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.
It’s the sigh of relief after you hold your breath.
Growth.
Suffocating because I chose to be rooted to my problems.
Growth.
Fearless or frozen, how do I chose?
If I’m stuck in my tracks, then I will lose.
Fight or flight, what’s the best option?
Today’s a new day
The clouds beginning
To give pathway for sunlight
If I look at that way
Who’s here at night
When there’s not a bit of light
To accompany the darkness of my mind
Alright, enough with this nice girl bullshit
It took too long to understand that an open hand can't hold shit
'Cause the more you give, the more they want
The voices in my head
they take over and push me to the point.
They tell me I am not good enough.
That I am just messing up.
Every step I take is a mistake.
Every word, a lie.
The voices in my head
No words just letters
And pressure
The poetry is concerning
The feeling is burning
My feelings just turning.... around
The poetry is bringing me down am trying to surpass him,who? the man am talking too
You ever walk down the street,
and find it empty?
The sidewalks barren,
with no one,
nothing in sight.
The lights are dim,
as if knowing
today is nothing special.
I settled into the porcelain
coffin, tiny bubbles and
waves rippling, cascading
over the past and the
present.
My feet rose with the
crack, an existential
break in the mold of
no matter this dawg gone pup
took numerous one after another cat nap
his utterly fatigued
body electric still ragged
as if he went without sleep for a lifetime,
ensnared within a time warp,
I had waited.
For.
The rain to stop.
But.
The sky stayed open.
And.
It did not seem
Like
You would arrive.
Sadly.
Then I learned.
That.
You had changed plans.
I had waited.
For.
The rain to stop.
But.
The sky stayed open.
And.
It did not seem.
Like
You would arrive
Sadly.
Then I found out.
That.
Did I do something wrong?
Or was it just too long?
You tell me we weren't meant to be.
Only, my heart still beats for your warms lips
Underneath your hips, into madness,
Sadness,
Today in the world,
People are obsessed with diamonds and gold.
Children forced to sit still,
Forced to bend to their parents will.
The same song
Sung by people who wouldn't want you
To hate yourself
The same song
Sung by people who wouldn't want you
To hurt yourself
For the land of the free, there sure is a lot of bondage and incarceration imbalance.
You can only go to jail if you're not a straight, conservative, wealthy, white male.
The best player down
Expectations are a swarm
Am I strong enough?
In February
Basketball halts much too soon
and cuts off my stride
Growing up you are taught right from wrong,
They file up the bad from good,
She couldn't speak no English so they often called us hood,
Waking at 5 so she could work her eyes
s t o r y o n eMy Jetpack Blues turned into Danger Days; so the Black Parade stopped long enough for the American Beauty/ American Psycho to pass by. For
I don't know about you.I can only speak about myself and I have horrible anxiety so in the morning I like to boost my self esteem as much as possible so that is what this poem is about enjoy!!
Roses are red
What awakens my eyes?
What seemingly invisible something
Sparks my passion, without wrinkling my soul
I grow older
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
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
Life Taken By the Gun
By: Miracle Strong
The rain began to pour
As I walked across the shore
His arms bleeding leading to his destination
i am the ghost you never knew
i was the one you passed and stole a second glance
i was the ghost you would turn to in times of woe
i was the one who picked you up when you were down
The late darkness consumed the bright outdoors, feeling the emptiness.
Continuing to walk the once brightly trail now covered in fear.
Over the far distance, there was a quick rustling within the leaves.
Milk chocolate bars forgotten inside cars
On a sizzling summer day.
A mahogany table on those days when they are able
To sit around it to pray.
Sprinkled chips of moles on your skin as you grow old
I don't know, for how could I?
I am complicated, yet want to be simple
No one can tell me who I am
For even I can't decide
I wish things wouldn't change
For good ideas are left to hang.
My hope is powered
by the greatness of your heart.
My smile is fueled
by the sweetness of your words.
My mind is functioning
with the help of your rambunctious emotions.
Tears roam. They taint the atmosphere as light ominous vapor. I've cried enough for us to both be pain free. The idea of leaving this room is the catalyst of a cataclysmic brain freeze. I don't wanna be free. Anymore.
The grids
The line
The time
The home
The cost
The Animal
The lost
The smile
The frown
The money
The crown
The city
The state
The Nation
Curtains are drawn at night,
To shield our fragile minds
From obscurities
Mute outside.
Half are opaque,
Half are translucent.
Variety feeds the filters
And so the hairy fat ape raped the
puppet slut-whore hybrid til it fell
limp down the stairs of its
sullen gaze amidst the crowing shit-bird
winding a tourniquet casually about it's wing,
facing the corner,
I just want the me I was before I knew what it was like to have to live each living day without you, it's been such a long time since I've seen me and I miss 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?
Latching on to things that stick.
Holding tight, but losing grip.
Adhesive wears and tape grows dry,
But time extends in Elmer's eyes.
I am passionate.
When I love something, it is more than love; it is a clawing, aching, inescapable need for more of it.
I love movies, a lot.
Facebook, Twitter, the 'Gram
It's all make believe, like a fairytale
People will go to the 'Gram,
Walking in the hall of high school, masses of students passing you by. Some recognized you and wanted to compliment your stylish clothing.
I have been writing for almost a decade now and what I’ve learned
Is that poetry is damn dangerous,
But it is the only safety I’ve ever found in my life.
Mirror,
Mirror.
you can see me,
but can you hear me?
Please tell me you're not like them,
you don't just see what's on the outside,
you can hear me.
You know me,
I hide behind a mask of hurt, insecurity and rejection.
Maybe its because I was never a boy's first selection, not having an hour glass figure really killed
It’s too easy to fake a smile,
force a laugh,
say “I’m doing well”
It’s too easy to go with the flow,
to become clichés,
to rely on autopilot.
It’s too easy to slather on foundation,
I am more than a face you may remember.
I don't know what you see
But is it really me
I hide behind so many different things
Sweats on the regular
Books are more interesting
Very few friends
Because I am no means to an end
The sun is rising.
It’s time for another day
I get up
Put on my mask
Pull the curtains shut
Start playing the hologram.
There’s a person moving across the stage
It surrounds me.
It consumes me.
The black fog that fills my mind.
It only comes when I'm at my lowest.
It knows when it's welcome.
That's the problem, I welcome it.
With open, raw arms.
My life has been full of secrets
My thoughts much protected
My personality a big puzzle
This is what happens when I speak my mind.
"All you do is complain all the time."
This is why I can't be me.
Because, you see, to me, my life is just not complete.
Curtain?
What curtain?
My face screams agony wherever I wander
Between the lines of a soft smile
And the Gap in my two front teeth
I laugh, for the pain is too great
Day by day boisterous people walk my way
I sit in classrooms with people who speak their minds
Their confidence is so high they don't care what they say
Oh how I wish I could be the same way
The world only sees
What I want them to see
The true me is a mystery
I crumble behind the scenes
I smiled once today
And it was a miracle, see,
For the first time in months
I remember how the shackles fit
since I was three years old
and noticed that my brother had cars
and I had an apron lined with
silver bars, they trapped my dreams
they hid my screams under a noxious smell
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
I can't always pretend
That I've got everything together,
Showing no emotion like a man.
I can't always wear a brave face
When things plummet downhill.
I want to disappear without a trace.
~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
Addicted. Insecure.
Lonely. Boring.
My curtain hides me
keeps me from being hurt again.
It hides how lonely I am
How much I crave touch
But I'm too afraid to reach out for it.
O Earth, will you not rest?
Shifting your plates violently
As if trying to wipe away the junk
You fell city's, as a logger fells trees
You bring even the mighteist skyscraper to its knees
This prison wall, this masquerade drains life
Every time I fall into it's trap.
I all alone build barriers from strife,
Though hurt inside I still force out a laugh
I paste a smile no matter what I feel
The feeling of depression bogs you down,
all the negatives are collapsing over and over again.
No one is there, and no one can help,
No one knows you, and you are all alone.
You determine your success
your life is up to you.
Hard work, dedication, determination.
Till its the only thing you know.
The struggle is real
struggle is the only thing you feel.
Congratulations.
Success is in the palm of your hand.
Meanwhile, my palms are sweaty and my heart beats at a rate you wouldn't understand.
Everything seems bland, since I don't give my colors a chance.
A structure alone
Of jointed bones
With a thin layer
Of mortal beauty
Fair skin and dark eyes
Fair heart and dark mind
Oh I pray that this
Is all there's to me
Hello, my name is SomeBody
And this goes out to society and everybody that refused to let me be me
Becaue yall led me to believe that I had to live up to the standards and expectations that yall and society told me had to be
A child hides behind his mother’s strength,
It seems his fear has grown to impossible lengths.
Day after day, the strangers keep passing,
In our judgmental society, people are ridiculed for everything:
Our looks must be perfect. Our personality must be perfect.
It’s a tough world for many, and each has their own problems.
The face in the mirror
The face in my mind
The face they all see
and the face that I hide
none of them real
but none of them fake
Society is the door
and I should be the window
FakeA descriptor built from uncertainty and accusations Tailored to those who do not fit regulations or expectations - freaks Used by those who do not understand anyone and those who wish to understand themselves.
I'm on top of the world he said
in the next breath,
he proclaimed, That we all fall.
Its kind of funny how we're all taught,
how we all bought into the lies that we all sought.
This curtain is my protection,
I need it to hide myself from the world.
Paranoia and anxiety is a hard thing to hide,
And it seems no one understands it.
To me I am sweet,
To me I am kind,
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.
The hardest thing I've ever done is keep my smile
It's hard to keep a smile when you're eight years old
There was once a girl
who had given so much
of her heart away
that one day,
after giving her last piece,
she fell asleep listening to
Bon Iver,
and doed of a broken and
missing heart.
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
Who would ever understand
The person that I am
He says he loves, he seems so sure
But he doesn't have a plan
I try and try and try
But only seem to fail
If I try one more time
Some open book you were
So open, I could see the dotted lines on the pages you scribbled on
And everyone knew how to read but me
If someone is in need,
their guardian I will be.
Need a hand?
Your wish is my command.
Is everything all right?
You can tell me, do not be in fright.
This smile I wear,
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
From the outside
Just another robot
Going through the motions
Stuck behind this curtain
Afraid to pull it back
I take a look around
At all the other robots
Going through the motions
Child upon the horse
Horse runs strong with a spirit
He sees through the lies
Spirit brings life to the girl
Something won't let me open up.
Maybe it's the looks of judgement from others that are really looks of envy.
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.
When you grow up believing
that nice is the way to go,
you forget that emotions,
and thoughts
I'm letting you in. That is what you wanted right? To see the real me... to see me when I take society mask off at my door. and place it next to my keys... because you know I am me when I am alone...
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
You know I wrote a whole poem not more than two seconds ago
what a shame I let it go
i wish I could rewrite it
I've learned to see my vices as my virtues.
It prevents me from conforming to living the status quo.
My brutal honesty is not liked by many,
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
Do I fancy myself as more of a Marvell
when I watch her delicate hands search
for the rubies in her mind’s Ganges?
People think her cold
People think her bitter
People think her strange
People think her just like them
People think her cruel
No potential. Loser. Ugh, what a drama queen.
These words are released, fatal as missiles.
They aren’t meant for me, at least none that can be seen.
The launchers have previously accepted my denials.
Once upon a time
Innocence existed
Love caused clarity
Kindness was a personal trait
Magic fulflled our everyday desires
And knights in shining armor slayed dragons
People often wonder,
About the quiet girl sitting in the corner,
Who hides her face behind a book,
As she laughs something,
But little do they know,
She’s laughing at them.
Gaze into my stormy, cloudy eyes
And you will see that I am crying
The tears of loss
Sitting behind the curtain of lashes
Trapped behind a perfect facade
Of happy smiles
That girl people see walking down the hallway in school. Do they know that she is me and I am her? Crazy it might seem to some that she is a part of me. That crazy and loud girl who somehow manages to get staright As in all her classes.
If you knew the person behind the curtain,
You would know the real me.
If you knew the person behind the curtain,
You may not be so wiling to share.
The person you see is open-minded.
My life is ridden,with lies hiddenof a dark past belowthe pain I bestowkeeps me below.My identity is lost,I want to find it at any cost,my life is riddenwith lies hidden,
I am an enigma.
I am a realist, a perfectionist, a bold social stigma
Disapproved for my disapproval of the social norms
Often found within the most social forms.
People gather to talk about the status quo,
This face is not merely cheek bones, and a pretty smile
This face holds a mind whose knowledge runs for miles
This face is much more than the impressions of time
This face holds the eyes that have witnessed the climb
What do you look like? Where are you?
How do I know it's you? Did I do it right?
When do I show you off? Who do I show you off to?
What's the reason for all this madness
All these pensive thoughts
And there's no reason for this sadness
I feel as if the world is turning in my thoughts and my brain is the axis
I’m the type of womanWho wants to be lovedYet, turns away the friendWho would surrender everything.I’m the type of woman
Live in the present not in the past, don't be concerned with the things that you never had.
She stands outside; the sun's to her back;
Her shadow keeps her from being alone.
It's an autumn day, the sky is blue,
It dawns on her how time has flown.
For all we know, we could have died years ago.
Our sleepless, immobile bodies floating around, waiting to be kissed by the Earth to start over and begin a new life.
For all we know, life is one big dream.
when your in love there is always pain!
you know why? becuase love is the sister
or pain. you fall in love he might brak your
What Would You Change…
If you had the power to change anything what would it be?
Your hair,
Your name,
look at me
my outfit is trendy and preppy
my smile always reaches one ear to anther
LOOK AT ME
look at my shoes
my hair,tied back high as the sky in a ponay tail
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.
As child I was always asked
"when you grow up, what do you want to be?"
and without a doubt I just knew I wanted to teach
english to be exact
reading stories excited me
Imagine a world with no color
How dull our lives will be
Every moment the sky gray
That’s not the way
Our dreams won’t be dreams
We will wake up with screams
Because a world with no color
Arise, arise Caesar said,
as he addressed his troubled nation.
You all agree that mighty Rome,
is in need of a new foundation.
For nor you or I can dignify,
the recent struggling peace,
I am the strange man.
The man that is a boy.
The boy that is a man.
I play words as a decoy, I refuse to write and wrong
with the same hands.
So I try to write as well as I can.
I Am The Wolf,
Quite And Sleek,
You'll Never Find Me,
No Matter How Long You Seek.
I Hide In The Shadows,
For You No Not Witch One,
But I'll Make Sure You See Me Smiling,
The true American experience
Is like a tree.
As we come together we
Grow tall and strong.
Our roots are buried deep in our rich
My body fills with joy as the grease fills my mouth,
I know that in an hour it will come out my south.
Friends to my left and friends to my right,
we bought enough meat to last us a fortnight.
The flavor dances to the tip of my tongue;
Of the luscious sweetness of the first hello;
Biting at the first taste what life has strung;
And spitting out my past below.
My first hello of my new career;
Tumbled stones
Ebbing tides
Salty mist
Nature's prize
Breathing in
Letting go
Her body was a temple,
handcrafted, with exeptional curves
heavenly, lightly fragranced with cocoa butter and almond oil
She invited men inside,
and the temple began to cave in.
While growing up in a fast laneShe started these fast waysand she was missing her fatherMissing a love that could only be giving by a manBut instead she grabbed the hands of many
I have placed this pen in a behemothic, spherical object,
Where it is not required to nest in the area it was assigned to,
But it has the option to wander around,
And perform what it desires.
Torn,
Worn,
Past down again and again
are the books my ancestors dreamed to be in
, but now as years have surpassed,
I have become those dreams,
taking it for granted as well as using it wisely.
When the lights are searching my pockets of darknessThose words that frantically chime in your earThey are still alive, they knew me wellI told them, you were a whisper
You are the moon and I am the sea,
Your constant changing faces,
Are always changing me,
When you show your full face,
Watch the rain drizzle downIt threatens to ne'er endBut all wounds someday healAnd wings will always mend
It hurt,
When you let me go.
It hurt,Because I didn’t know
It would be so soon
I should’ve listened toWhat everyone said.
You only wanted one thing.
His white muzzle is concealed in crimson
The rogue at his feet heaves its last breath
Sure of its death he limps away
Back to his pack
He must defend them
Whatever the cost
Blood drips from a leg
The sky is alive
Clouds slowly dancing by me
birds and bee's wisping by
without a single sound
leafs of all colors
red, yellow, green and brown
The sky is alive
the sun getting ready for bed
One side is where your on the inside looking out
And the other is when your on the outside looking in
There is nothing in between except that clear glass that allows you to see through that wall in front of you
Watch an eagle spread wings like silk
Untouchable purity against a night sky
Until the hunter (some would call him Destiny!) takes aim
See the king of the air turned to game
A Three Letter Word No one likes to talk about it yet every human being goes through it.A three letter word that sucks all your hope, making you bitter & controlled.Some begin striving for the pot of gold which slowly fades to copper while t
It is my innate right
A thing I will
Never give to you
Why must the demons feel
Such strong lust
To control it
To destroy it
Without a fight
Nobody
Should ever give that up
Into the maw of hare and fear,
Drawing you ever near.
Many will enter and few will leave,
but those who do, lose all sanity.
The maw holds a presance,
Of which you would never believe.
There I am.
Rain pouring.
Dusk is upon the horizon.
Standing still, breathing. Just Breathing.
I look up at the Marble Statue of Christ.
Being the First.
I remember the long summer nights the most.
The sweet scent of Juniper floating among the breeze.
The croaks of toads and chirps of crickets filling the silence.
8pm and orange setting suns. the soft spring nights resemble what is to come.
The track smells of melted plastic with lines of deep blue, the midwest sun glaring, relentless and with no hue.
(poems go here) I heard before that the road was long
But I never imagined I’d have to be this strong
It feels like you’re asking so much of me
Burden so heavy I can barely breath
“Life sucks. Then you die.”
Said a father to his son
The father was bored at the son’s baseball game
The father never came to another one
Only one vacation to the shore
Back and forth,
back and forth,
runnin down the court
Can't imagine anything.
Nothing stronger,
im the king of this court,
come at me brother.
How doth the little moth
Fly high up in the sky?
Flitting gently from light to light
It seems to find pleasure and delight.
How does he fly with so llittle care?
Clumsy and such, but STILL doesn't care
When I close my eyes,
I can see his slowly fading away.
When I touch my wrist,
I can feel his blood clinging to my skin.
When I hold my hand to my chest,
I can feel his heart beat,
Slowly Fading Away.
You see darkness in my eyes
The pain in the tears that I cry
you used to hold my hand
but that has come to and end
All that I ask is that you don't judge me in the end.
Love is blind yet it sees the most
Are you fearful
because you can't run away when you're uncomfortable?
The beast in you
is the monster in me
You tear me to pieces
but it sets me free
Curiousity Reins,
Adventure, My best friend forever
Dare I explore the basement?
At the point of no return. crashing falling soon to burn. my minds a crumbling abyss, amiss at my fingertips. loosing, lost. struggling at what cost? life is empty, that triggers tempting. transformation, this sick sensation. justification?
How does one see themselves as less than a human?
Do we not bleed the same blood?
Do we not walk the same earth?
Is there such a thing as acceptance?
Acceptance before death.
being alone feels like walking through a dark room
everything seems dark and you're just hoping to find the light switch soon
we look for ways to cover the emptiness we carry inside
at times hoping we could die
I want a Son
I want to witness my baby boy’s birth.
I want to show him his promise, his worth.