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Just when I started to feel upset, it all started to come true, That the dreams that I had working for were finally coming through.
Be brave enough to walk awayAnd don't look backBe brave to say goodbyeBe brave enough to go your wayBe brave not to tell a lie.
For the longest time I kept blaming myself, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. Why was I never goo enough for anyone? Was there something wrong with me that I wasn't able to see?
Bones creak as I riseTo dim gray morning light.Stumbling across the floorCrimson life from my lip takes flight.
God has sent the Angels near closest to the one that fears even though you are alone resting due to casted stones a light nearby will slowly heal your broken soul, so well concealed
I got on the ropeway for my rendezvous,Yell! Those arresting eventful near twenty minutes!Though a sudden trip, first time had a birds eye view,Of the most gripping serene sights from the peak.
I've learned to eat cold pizza I've learned to eat mushrooms and sun-dried tomatoes, and I no longer eat all the individual parts of my salad separately Something I never thought possible  
Brain before body Response to stimulus   Required for life Required for happiness   If not made by you It will be made for you
If not from you first It doesn’t matter   Your perception Be careful with your definition   Vital part of life
Forth then back Teeter then totter   Deflected off Not quite straight back   Creation lives here Or so says the universe  
It feels different Makes you want to question   Don't resist Pay attention   Power lives in the changes
The world turns The sun rises Morning breaks as you realize It’s time for movement It’s time for change   The world turns
Dark and long goes the road Middle line stretches straight as if never ending   Lights only show so far But the line streams out straight into the black  
It based on results it won’t last Failure is coming and shatters perfection   Have you walked the path? Have you put in the work?  
Our fleeting view of reality Check points ensure accuracy   Balance your views  Mesh with humanity   Pursue beauty and truth
How do you love someone Someone you know at their core   The ins and outs, good and bad You know every thought and desire   You stand in judgement
Panic rages Anxiety attacks Fear abounds    How to make it stop Weather it? Fight it?   Breeding ground for inaction
It is not words It's not only thoughts Less talking required Internal rooting necessary Drive your legs down Let your feet firmly plant
Future   The future’s power Unlimited in nature Where creativity lives To shape the present   Past
Awareness within Not looking out It begins inside Then pushes its way out Self propriety and self focus Creating yourself isn’t selfish
oh, the color!   that lines these painted prints of journey that lay as flowered steps before me   but, oh, the wonder   seeing only the color
There is a weakness in me. A small glint  of a child not yet grown.   It lives in me, And everything I am; everything I do.
In life there are moments where it can bring you in the need to scream your pain existence. The fire in you the passion that generates you gets tested The rug gets pulled from underneath and all you have left is yourself.
Bitter nothing passed these lips as words poured towards you in silent riffs.   A melody of sour times the money good s, the smell of muscidimes   Serene breezes flow through us
Today we are so small at 10-10 Today we are also young at 20-20 Don't worry what'll happen at 30-30 Haven't we heard life begins at 40-40 Responsibilities don't end at 50-50 Never believe that life ends at 60-60
I was always a man on move, a man on run, a man on Highway Maybe, that is my destiny, my karma, my go to place, my secret conclave Highways keep on surprising me as magic unfolds every second
Confidence has never been a feeling explored by me. Employed by me to heal from the hurt in me, by others, and by me. Feels good to know that my reflection is a friend to me, no longer my enemy.
And we are at it again, why do I go back to him out of all men. Just to sit and pretend, like I love him again.  Like he is actually a friend, but worse than letting a stray dog move in.
It was a cold and frosty day, When I began to drift away. Like the snowman melts in the glare,  I wanted to fade and lose every care. I slowly put my head below, I felt the water swirl and flow.
Why do you try To fit in When you’re a limited edition? Alter your dreams And you become A sacrifice to the system. Be an adventurer. Chase your dreams And find answers. Never give up
Life is a long journey It can take you anywhere One day we feel loved The next we don't
My path laid hidden before me,  too tangled by thorned vines  to spark within me a desire to discover what waited beyond the masked trail.  Instead, I paced outside the entrance of my beckoning path 
Covering myself in the atrocities of every human, plant, and animal, I could think of myself no more rotten, no less than putrid.  
Along the road of the merciless my feet bare, cut, callused drifting upon the dirt The itch I have long chased has been a millennia  Making the journey wearing the shoes of travelers before
Home, Farewell, amongst the inevitable rubble As the nights fall does the ground darken Home, Farewell, amongst the oil black ground accompanied by the sound of a muffled radio
And I’m back, once again at the drawing board. I know life’s a rollercoaster And I’ll have bad days, But I always find myself back here; Come with a headache, Write with a heartache
Do you ever just wonder just sit around and think Do you ever just imagine just let your mind free Do you want to sit just aching just absorbing your pain Do you ever just feel hopeless
Growing up always seems lightyears away No kid ever realizes that in reality, it is right around the corner and here to stay Acquiring independence tastes bittersweet As the changes a child faces are quite a feat
In her eyes the world started off small and to her surpriseit was a sin to grow oldAge wasn't the purpose of her discovery, rather than the wisdom that came with no recovery
There’s this place I call home And I don’t know why but it seems to me That this place isn’t as simple as it used to be I was a little girl - Their little girl, she her she her
Five foot two- can't fill those shoes You never knew the pain they put me through Five foot three- can't find real me  You say I'm my own, but never felt free Five foot four- s'you I adore
The numbers on my phone screen glared me in the face. Another week 'till payday-- I wouldn't make it at this pace.  Movies and icecream, fun, and spending galore
Simplicity is the beginning, It is easy, Nothing to stress about But one mustn't stay there for too long  
I exist In the subtle rhythms The periphery of perception In gentle sea breezes And silky laughter  In the dance of falling leaves And dreams I lust after. I construct my reality
Growing up, We wanted to make our family proud. Our teachers thrilled. Our peers happy. But growing up, We always made our family shake their head in disappointment, Our teachers in disapprovement,
I could never come to terms with how  you viewed me.    You’re so pretty.  You’re so capable. You have so much potential.   You said that to me the other day.  
You wear a brave facade to hide your fear of the dark. Looking Looking for another light to follow because your own light has finally dimmed
My mind is a desert, dry and barren. Any chance of hope in simply a mirage.   My mind is an ocean, calm on the surface but crashing waves in the deep end. My feelings drifting away and drowning.
Today marks the day of triumph. The battle against cancer, finally over. Months and years of trekking up endless mountains, Only to find another one blocking your path to freedom. Your body battered,
Starting and Stopping   Sometimes, the hardest part is knowing When to start
Anything that is worth it and anything that makes life great is always scary.
               Graveyard   American crow hidden in tip of branch calls "caw…" Birds twittering,bugs buzzing and arguing each, Earthworms creep in the soil, Wooden bridge across murmuring weeping creek,
                 Mansions   The golden powder empires, Villas of top and fortunate entrepreneurs, In the gilded age ,dubbed by writer Mark Twain–
                       High line Park   An abandoned elevated freight railway, Rescued destiny of demolition, Rebuilt an unique sky garden greenway, Stretching long across the city heart.  
         Dance with bridge   Looks up to far blue sky, And down to undulating river, A boardwalk path in midair, And an indispensable city skyline.   Across on foot in minutes,
                                         Christian Town   Mecca of Christianity, In a reclusive Amish village, Keep the Bible commandments, Practice Christian faith,
                              Sailing to Da Nang   Under dead dual of East and West camps , US combat forces into deep marshes of the Vietnam War, Domestic anti-war surging,
The fear of not knowing, The fear of know growing, The fear of not showing How great of a person I can be. Fear.   It’s what multiplies me And makes others see
He had to save her That was all Plain and simple Stumbling across a dark landscape Pitch black water on either side Begging to swallow him whole
Sailing on the sand I know the dangers up ahead My mind is on and ready My heart is leading fully   Sailing on the sand
Aretha Louise Franklin Labeled "The Queen Of Soul" She was expressive in her music There was a story waiting to be told Her voice was fierce and powerful The sound was succinct and sharp
three years old -- mumma tells me "dont disrespect a book else it will not teach you all that it knows" i listen to her and see the book in new light i see the inanimate object as an equal  
  Poetry is a journey With ups and downs As a child it was beauty In school it was a chore Now it is discovery and Means so much more  
Dear Mom and Dad, How can I explain that I simply can not stay? There are goals I need to race towards and dreams I must stretch my legs out to reach.
As the weather changesAnd seasons passI take in the worldSpinning around meSlowly, quickly
GRADUATION POEM By: Eric Fraley   Here today Here we sit Class of 2017 Amongst our friends Our fellow classmates
P a t h w a y s        By: SeemsPoetic   I can feel it in my heart I'm already slowing dying  In my mind…
W h o   w o u l d h a v e   t h o u g h t   t h i s   p a s t
Life is always watching Creeping in the distance, waiting for your next move She gives you roads to choose from Then tricks you when you least expect it
Once There was a castle. In that castle was a princess. Cursed, By danger and imperfection.  
2017bled out in color for me, a thousanddifferent shades tempered by jealousy andreminding me that indeed they wereghostsof somebody I used to know that Ididn't anymore and I didn't
Dear My Biggest Fear,   What are you? This question has been lurking in my mind for quite some time now, So I thought I'd just ask you upfront- what the hell are you?
                Dear future self,   My journey began, With a television show I didn’t really know much Such as to pitch a tent, eat outside, sleep outside But, as I grow older and wiser I’ve learned
We run further into the night The city lights gleaming, city lights singing We live for now because the time is right The promise of youth and its inevitable time being
The man was young, his mind was sharp as could be expected of such a man at such a time, and his body had endured at least enough hardships to receive a curt nod from a seasoned veteran should such an encounter play out.
Because I Love You I am patientBecause I Love You I let you make your own decisionsBecause I Love You I will support you
I love you, With this Life. You will be my Wife   I will continually try, Please, do not cry. I will always Love you, & This is True   Even after I die
Three years ago I was your puppet Attached to the strings you had through my knees, A blindfold over my eyes and I believed all of your lies. Three years ago you left me, You threatened me, You -
Greyhound is the grounds of reflection,All these lost souls and broken hearts on the bus I'm catching.Each and everyone weighed down by their luggage and baggage,Escaping wherever they came with their kids in hand. But I'm on the same route thoug
I don't know whereto beginJust trying to breatheit all inInside my mind fromdeep within
My beloved she waits for me Amidst a thund’rous roaring sea Ode to turmoil’s kindly soul Whose navy waves do crest and roll  
Walking thousands of stepsMeasuring footprints left behind Stumbling blocksAnalyzingWalking through slippery roadsDead endsAscending mountains Descending Facing ephemeral seasons
So you are Death a scavenger of breatha vulture for pleasurePreying on life's treasure Each heart beat you measure...
How he longs to be alone and content A cool breeze, a warm sun, and a sketchbook. He craves the water’s salty, calming scent. “Please carry me off in your winding brook.
Asking when the right time is To move on forward, To leave behind things unbroken, People not forgotten, Actions never betraying a regretful tone, May not be so hard after all.
I don't remember how it began. I don't remember exactly when it started; whether it was back in fifth grade or freshman year.
Suppose someone told you that you just didn't make the cut,That you just weren't good enoughFor their level of expectations,That you weren'tWhat they needed to thrive. "What would you do?"
Senior to Freshman all over again The end of something old The start of something new Tiptop shape to Crippling from the outside in
What do you want to do with your life? What is your major? How do you like college? Large family gatherings on breaks   I want to teach.
They say not to question God, for His ways are beyond our own. It was a Sunday morning, watching the sweat pour from my father's face as he delivered the Holy Word, "For I knew thee before I formed thee in the womb."
One step forward Two steps back   Is this ever true   One move closer  Two backtracks   Creates new paths for you   One truth found Two lies learned  
One day I woke up and it seemed as though everything had changed. It was if the lightning and thunder had calmed. And I was suddenly free to be me.
He never gets tired of taking a deep breath And sinking in that warm spring air Smelling of morning dew and newly fallen rain.  
I am not lonely. I am not lonely. I am not lonely. I am not lonely! I am not lonely.   I AM NOT LONELY.  
Steam rises from underneath the sidewalks. 
The bright light of a new beginning,  Crawling turns into walking,  Running to the playground grinning, 
After we brush our teeth we slip into our PJs and slide between the sheets. The day has come to an end and there is no more work, physicalities  or meet-and-greets. It is a time for sleep.
I'm on a path, my destination is uncertain. I wake up in the morning with excitement and grit knowing that I am on an adventure. I look forward to continuing my journey each day, knowing that I will reach an exciting unknown. 
I fall asleep with the desire on my heart.  With a plan in my mind. But when my eyes start to open, Before the sunrise, I start thinking of my escape.  My excuse.  My bed is so warm. 
I dreamed of jumping beyond the realms of dirt and pavement-- to soar as far as the wind could take me. So I leapt. But once I reached that farthest point--the spot I once desired most, I came back.
5 years ago, when I first told people that I was a singer-songwriter, the first phrase they could think of to say was: Oh, so you write poetry.  
roachaphobia: simple, rhyming, frivolous: hatred wrapped in fear. my very first poem was written at eight or at least the first poem i clearly recall  i remember because my glory was fate
  Where our voice cannot reach Poetry is the bridgework We write what we cannot say out loud And our voices are deafening  
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.
I don't want to stay here. Do not accept where you live. A Home. It's not a home Runaway, they're awaiting you Live, love, and learn Then be happy in return But one place isn't the right time
Bye, bye, bye, butterflies Dear butterflies in my stomach, Please leave, go out.. cause there's nothing to flutter about Nobody's that exciting anymore All rising around for nothing,
They say people come and they go, But mine seem to sitck like stone Always around to remember What I could do better. They say the best place to be is home. But what if home is sturdy like bone?
I still question what is my own reflection?   Looking into a steamed mirror Staring not at my outward reflection Looking toward myself to find. To find, my reflections from inside.  
To test my limits and my will. To go on a journey far away. I will find what I need. Although I can't travel far today. Or live for the thrill. This pen and paper make me feel just as freed. 
Upon thee arrival of opening heated pearly gates, Patiently I waited for another chance to make a cool escape. The shadows and a violet pen provided me with a plain face,
I saw a black bird today  I noticed its beauty  The grace it held, when it flew away  Don't know where it went but I know it was doing its duty  I saw that same black bird again 
You may know me, or you may not, but I garuntee, you don't know me at all. Mouth closed, eyes pencil-lead dull, limbs frozen,  I am a paper doll.
Only now, the living, the loving and the dying all come together in this underwater world. the water clear and transparent
It is painful, you seeTo watch as the peopleI grew up with and underChangeBlur from who they wereAnd not often for the betterIt feels as if my family is a landmassThat is breaking apart
Traveling is what many long for, To travel when and where you want. To travel the world is to live free, To live free, is to live happy.   Happiness is not a destination,
I hear it, my body takes over.My foot uncontrollably leads the way.The beat tapping on my attention like Morse code.
I walk that sleepy path on my journey to knowhere I tell myself I'm going where life chooses to lead me My ambition to find this place is beyond my mind I want to take that pretty someone with me
I am the voice In the back of your mind Telling you to make a mental note Of how your first sip of coffee tastes The morning before your first day at a new job.   I am the friend
Like unturned gardens, My familiar voyage pretends, Courage if you dare,   She falls asleep, My life is in steps, And I blow through the seething cold, I am unto you,
I’ve walked around the day And watched throughout the night
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. A disorder they called it, haha. More like a misnomer. I wonder what they think when I tell them. Some go - that makes sense, others I couldn't tell.
No matter what I write Behind the screen of doubts A mental prison of night Obscured by the formidable shouts
Life starts Carefully and Control
the river rushes past my feet  toes scrape the surface  ice cold    the dirt rushes past my feet   ground is hard with frost hurry hurry hurry the tarmac rushes past my feet 
I walked a few steps;
I believe in the human condition
Who am I? I cry Why don’t I know Which way to go? I feel low. In life. Why can’t I see
"Existence is an ocean."
Johnny came to visit when I was nine He only had the chance to just that one time He still smiled as often as he always did But his smile seemed almost crooked I asked him why that was and he said:
Johnny came to visit when I was nine He only had the chance to just that one time He still smiled as often as he always did But his smile seemed almost crooked I asked him why that was and he said:
Johnny came to visit when I was nine He only had the chance to just that one time He still smiled as often as he always did But his smile seemed almost crooked I asked him why that was and he said:
Johnny came to visit when I was nine He only had the chance to just that one time   He still smiled as often as he always did But his smile seemed almost crooked I asked him why that was and he said:
I will always choose the simple life. The path that winds around the fragrant lilac bushes, that meanders across  the hillside, and flows down  through the river valley.  
he hands of Time seem at rest, but with a simple, steady beat they move toward an eternity unknown to the world.  
Silence made tranquil bliss shy souls sitting to dismiss the disorder in their city they made their own path
I neither love nor care what they say about me I am my own  and my own is me   I am the one who will  decide where I go    I am the one who is  traveling this road  
I think I might have just been  born of a disease. A disease where slowly my  flesh peels away  at the slightest remarks.  Where my eyes become to full and my heart become to weak
So precious as gold, no one is too bold, to take chances and risk it all,
What are the ways in which I die
Aspirations Controls Destinations.    
Who am I without a filter? Before I adjust the contrast, saturation, shadows, and sharpness of my image. Before I change the filter to Mayfair or Valenica. Before I get my make up and hair just right.
It's a lousy life when you live to die Caught in a world of thieves, heartaches, broken dreams In trying to get by your stream of faith runs dry   Living inside a slum Pain's sting starts feeling numb
The world is its imperfections; Never faltering.   Fading... Into fixed memories, The world owes nothing  In our wake.   A whole becomes astray  In the midst of 
I've traveled the map of you -
I will wait at the station And when the time comes, I will board the train I will blankly stare out the window And will listen to my music When the train reaches the station, I will get off  
His face was like looking at time itself Everything moving froze in his wake A chilling daze spread throughout his cheek As if one had now crossed over his own cemetery His nose was curved up into a vicious beak
I treasure my heart It's my beating conscience It tells me the rght path to pick at the crossroads of my life-
Thoughts unhinderedTravel spry, in the form of prose,Observation won't ceasewhen the world slows.
Speaking three different languages
Being alone left to think is a scary, scary thing. The silence in my head is painfully loud. Each cluttered thought makes its own sound. All the noise from my brain makes my ears ring.    
Yet me walk in your shoes so I can soften them up so your feet don't touch the hard ground you step on.
The inner person in the busyness of the city streets. The hearts have not gone too far. No place too far to not be found at all. We still continue on.
When I look in the mirror at myself I see deeper than what's my image on the surface, When I look in my reflection I am the rain and the sun nothing that can be easily undone, Most see sunshine and a halo in my reflection because I can do nothing
I was born with a heart so Gold As I grew old, it grew so cold Through hearbreak and suffering
When I read this and when you do too, you will think... How can I be so stupid to not be able to control this feeling
Sweet black molasses sap, Spilled from the spicket, tapped into the forbidden tree, Danced and fell behind red lips, Touched and fumbled by pale pink tongue, A raft in the nightly liquid desert,  
It's a journey all the life... Sometimes for wisdom,  Sometimes for bliss, Whoever any where I meet, There is something they have to teach, Positive or negative both give teachings,
Inside my head A universe lies Galaxies far and wide Farther than can be seen by the eyes. A planet for my nightmares A place I never go All things terrifying in this Dumping ground, this hole.
They told me I would never be the man Instead, a role player with a single fan.
Tuve un vistazo del cielo Exhalo un gran exhalación Un aleteo en mi pecho El mano en el muelle y empujón  
For a second,People laughFor a second,People shoutFor a second,People cryFor a moment,There is peaceFor a moment,There's a songFor a moment,
The doors of a shuttered house stand closed You walk up to the desiccated grounds                     No true path No sign of color or vivid life                     No way to get past the hound
“You're all I got kiddo, there's no reason I can't show you what you have.”
The world is a swirling ball of chaos So many people Rushing about Not looking up from their job Remaining blind Ignoreing the crying child The lonely man The woman with bruises
The race we run roils with rigor Journeying to a peak of revival Tumbling down a tube of trauma   Crash into the valley Climbing back out
  Little boy don't you see? This life I live isn't made for you nor me. For what I carry and for what I hold. This fixture you have of me, isn't the truth of what I told.   Little boy don't you see?
To those who died, for the things you believed Do you think the world, has gown from your seed Has the tree expanded, to its furthest height Becoming overgrown, even disppearing from sight  
We all attempt to know ourselves. As people, we are born and the process begins. Exploration of body and mind, Blinking eyes and wiggling fingers and toes, We search for answers.
The deepest crimson adorns A canvas skin, Wrapped securely in its hued dimension.
My Eyes Are The Seers Of  Treasure, Among The Limbs When I Dream Of Leasure, The Brain Is Wealth, As A Thieve Is To Stealth, The Future Is For The Dreamers,
Is it really going to be this way?
Another iron python hisses Billows unnatural poisons into the air Burns passed scarred jungle Monotonous percussion strikes old Indian lands   Cyclope eye staring passed souls too insignificant
They all stared and laughed as I entered school that day Teen mom they said with a chuckle and a grin Ha your life will suck, they repeated again and again But I ignored the words that brought the pain
  Life employs a different meaning to each individual Is this awakened state of being existence? Or rather the opposite… Are we really living in an illusion, fooled by the conscious mind?
My heart. The substance that I need to able to live It guides my decisions Tells me right from wrong Shows me the path to take to greatness Shows me the right person to love
P; the presence you hold in my life Can it be dictated? Numerated? Determinated? Not in my eyes.
My words are more than just ink on paperThey are a prayerA silent chronicle of my life through my eyesMore than just simple sighs they areWishes and dreams
Why do we wake up? Humans are evil . Humans are dumb. Humans can think yes. But only of what suits them best. Humans walk beside the rest of us. Forgetting they are the rest of us
Lately I've been having so much trouble forming coherent sentences, and I thought maybe it had to do something with you.
By the efforts of two and the stomach of one, you were given the gift of life With expectations that your birth would bring their trying life a new light
Why her? Why me? Why does she feel like the whole world is out to get her? Feeling like no one wants to see her succeed or follow her dreams. But she loves so hard that she wants to see everyone make it in life.
a still, clear pond lays robin waits for a response but knows what awaits
The journey awaits Get ready to embark We don’t want to be late It’s almost time to start   The ship is ready Strong and tall It is steady And sure won’t fall  
The world is a dark place All people are bad Never trust anyone We hide behind a mask Darkness is within us   We must better ourselves Negativity is dangerous Light can brighten our soul
I like to think I'm strong I used to be smart  I used to think I had some feelings bottled in this heart. Maybe I used to be good looking once. What the heck are women?
Growing up is tough, rough, but I''m learning a bunch. About Who I am, Who I want to be, and all the new people I meet. Sometimes I wish my life would all slow down,  I'm becoming a Junior in High School 
Suffering by choice. Oh, glory that crossed death. Life! My chains are broken.
Captivated I feelwith a whirlwind of nothingambitious to leavebut can't A girl with a dreambut just dreamin' it seemsnothing farther than that
fear i once heard of. it could damage your life it could bring you down it could hinder your mind fear is not from God it from the devil Fear distract you from your blessing fear causes to give up
Having a new life is like finding love at first sight. being change is like allowing yourself to in a hand that would never fail you. as my life go on daily i gain more strength
Oh Life, how magnificient, how wondrous... How you throw forgotton souls unto the precipice, the precipice of hell; you teach them of love, from the milk
their is a unique part of you that no one could be.
forgiveness is like releasing guilt and hatred in and out your life.sometime forgiveness is a really hard to deal have all type of memorie that hinders your mind.
We all want to be loved But what is love if we're all blind Not able to see their mistakes We think our partner is perfect I guess we're just too kind We don't umderstand why
A poem from my future serving as a past and present reference:     Life in its many stages represents various shades.  
The reason why I try to hide 
When words can't explain my frustration on how a boy can change your mine completely 
I have a dry ass reality A reality filled with corridors  And cobwebs of unrequited dreams I’m within a dimension That I can’t fathom Unsatisfactory Dissatisfied Putting on of my hands
No. Is all I hear.
Five Twelve Fifteen Seventeen
I walk a lonely road in the dark Filled with thorns and thisles I hear music, see a small light I am wearing tattered old ripped blue jeans I am cold
What can you do when you can't take it no more  Like there no place for you to be Everyone has attack you in so many 
Ever since 3rd grade I was changed for life  The though of failing a grade was a nightmare  It brings chills to my skin just thinking about it 
I don't want to be alone but be apart of something where people can except me for me 
Be yourself  when some ones looking be yourself even when no ones looking Don't stop being yourself from rejections you might get in your heart
Our E.T (Ending Truth)   We are not the only ones, That’s selfish to think so, Billions of planets,
Theres days when I fall and can't get back up  only to find a solution for me finding my balance again 
The countdown of it all. Months passes into weeks into days. My mind has been circulating on this for years. The time has come. New school, new friends, new enemies.
Follow me and
I hide files of myself into steel vaults keeping the code to myself not letting anyone else see who I am  and what I hide But only what I pretend to be In all these years I still have not come 
  my mom always warned me about the drugs on the street
dad 2 daddy your my superhero  3 daddy mommy said i am not aloud to let peeople touch me there 4 momy where is daddy
It's a whirlwind, you feel like you no longer are in control of your heart because you gave it away unintentionally. It feels like constant emotion of happiness and want.
As this day became the most worst of all
Are you the person who seats in the back of the class and when someone calls on you  everyone looks back and ask whose that 
The reason for my anger is that I'm frustrated that no one seems to take the time and listen  to many opinions but no real facts 
I prayed that I was dreaming When I saw that big wave The water was not normal But as dark as a cave It was full of weird greens and reds and blacks
I’m confused in this world. My Parents tell me one thing And my friends tell me another. I watch all the movies. I thought what I was feeling was real. What happened to love, live life.
I wonder to myself how you are still here When thinking of you made me shed tears Knowing that you might fade away Wanting you to stay But then light appears Brightening the atmosphere
Reach through the crack above your horizons.   Breathe the mellow flower that sprinkle beauty upon your arrival.   Oh soul speak through me so that I touch thee young children in abundant ways
In the midst of moments, constantly transitioning from one to the other, we struggle to grip onto time. Past, future, simply living in the present. Loosing our footing on the ground we call home.
Chewing nails over broken wishbones. Wrapping your reflexes around the pills you couldnt swallow. Discovering how little we rely on ourselfs.
As I ruminate over everything my parents had done for me  I declare in my thought, before it slips, it gets caught I will repay them back for the hardwork they did so I can be here, now 
    Who am I?  I ask myself this question repeatedly An Asylum within my mind Every room holds some secrecy    Who am I? 
The temperature was high above normal,eyes staring through the top of a portal,Immortal,His soul burned deep,Sweat from the tip of his nose,
Life is like a puzzle-- five or six puzzles Thrown on the floor, the pieces mixed in a whirlpool of peanut butter and swiss cheese It's confusing as shit Grammar-- It's more confusing than shit. 
Could it be That what needs to change Is the fear of change? When change is abundant it dies For it becomes an indefinite routine But what is change if we do it consistently?
I once knew light it smiled from every corner of the world it shuttered hopes of happiness I once felt light it caressesed my empty soul made love to a painful heart I once knew light
Yes I am that girl who thought she was everybody through her infinity scarves and trending combat boots but really in combat with her inner emotions the conflicting feelings she thinks no one can comprehend
 Stop!Look around.Look at your surroundings.You are in the middle,The middle of your journey.Far enough to see where you came from,But not close enough to see the end.Walk slowly. Why rush ? You don't even know your final destination.  Life is not
Hiding in the hallwaysSo no one can see me Hiding in the hallways But I am who I see Hiding in the hallwaysA person with no confidenceHiding in the halIwaysis what you made me
I want to be a poet Write words that people never thought of Grace the world with ideas that don't come to mind Question the arts of love and happiness Push the notion of pain
A craggy mountain Veiws are no longer askew A worthwhile journey
Why do i feel like this is my fault when im the only one that trying? Each one of my relaships slowly dying. I just want to feel loved but maybe thats asking for too much. Just once i would like to know a loving touch. 
People put labels on people because there different then others around them
If you white or you black  it doesn't matter who you are  Love yourself inside and out 
You closed the door in my face when I needed an umbrella  you left me in the rain to wash away
Looking at the mirror what do I see a MONSTER.  A person so evil, hopeless, hateful,thoughtless, and weak. A person with a mask she reveal only though the nightmares that creeps though her mind.
How can you save me when I'm already to far gone to catch.
A Firm Conviction
Deep in the mass of mystical thoughts,
  An inner battle you can not win.  
I live in my yester
I am bittersweet, Bittersweet and scared. I am unable to let go Of all my fears. Interested in the journey, But very wary of the road, I'm worried by upcoming decisions
I trudge through the swamp Bones aching Muscles screaming Drowning in murky waters Lost among millions.   Take this way to freedom, they chant Turn your foot to the right. My ankles snap
The struggle is what makes this such a crazy ride but it has its beauty Being lost souls—that's our common struggle. In the end pain is what unites We must think about what inside us ignites
Sitting here, thinking of you, I can't help but look in the mirror of my eyes and think about all the shit I've been through hoping to find a glimpse of happiness and solitude.
Look at me and tell me what you see. A young black educated male is what I hope you perceive me to be.  I have God beside me, my parents behind me and my family around me and I’m going to strive to be all that I can be.
Dear No One, There is a tale told that ends happily. This tale is told with a smile and bright happy eyes. Dear No One, There is a tale told of darkness, this told with many betrayals and lies.
Some say you must hate to lose, more than you love to win.
They took me by the hand to the Land of Dreams, I was young and naive, all I knew was that everyone said everything was better in the U S of A. The years quickly passed by, years where everything was fine, everything was good.
Wait for him? More like, waste away for him. Spend your days on him, just…   waiting for what? The moment when his nonexistent conscious will speak up And remind him…  
How dare you look at me? Look at me, like I can’t be me unless me is in the eyes of how you want me to be. How dare you laugh at me?
(Play and/or Sing with the main theme song of Dead Island)
LIFE   It's a journey, that's what life is, Many paths to choose from, The choice is yours, pick wisely and reap rewards, Or play the ignorant fool, 
The point of this is to be heard Among a crowd, one reads my word My story and struggle one must listen
Someone start the countdown to the breakdown of my people,
It’s hard to explain how life can change From one sentence to the next. I’ve never understood how the world can become so different in such a small interval. It’s like pancakes, the way things flip;
Backseat dreaming, Hands curled lazily into my lap, Sunglasses resting on my nose, Headphones on at half blast, as PR News blares so loud I’m sure the car next to us can hear it. There’s no foot room.
Life is full of twist and turns Sometimes you'll be sad Sometimes it'll burn It'll be good and bad Don't think your alone I'll be there every step of the way So change your tone
Every star in the sky Is a different city Rooftop missions Summer ambitions Different paths  Dances before us Glazing eyes  Filled with wonder Hope
My Solitude Puts me in a mood
I have traveled down the winding road and find myself in awe, that the beaten path leads not those who know their journey, but those who remain utterly lost. The path we find enticing seems to us to be concrete. 
  It was an instant goodbye I began to cry I lost a friend  Oh Dear God, why?  
  A beginning.  The dawn of a new time Stretching its claws from conception's time that we part     Here now I leave along with your troubles So you may stay happy as you've always been   More than you now are the memories precious
When you lie awake at night, do you dream? Do you dream of blood? Do you dream of a flood of urine? Do you dream of a heroine addict? Do you dream of the old and the young?
Spreading, It'll never stop. It's only a matter of time, pop, He's gone. In just one blink, In just one second, In just one moment, He's gone. Cancer, the one thing I will defeat,
A brown leaf  in an autumn breeze
I walk alone, Or so it would seem; But there is One Who is always with me. I hear His voice in the wind; I can hear Him calling, And I hear His footsteps In the leaves falling.
Changing my path for the career of my dreams it hasnt been easy, I've stifled many screams Working full time while taking many a course and stressing about the great unknown in full force
Nobody know it,but everybody flows towards it .. In the stream called Life, Held by space and time..   What is it, i wonder here.. Its existence, I fear.. I am afraid,and I care..
One beautiful morn, so fresh and oddOn a distant crag, a man did trodHe raised his blade to hew a perchAnd from the gouge three stones did lurchThe first was quite pale and buffed to soft green
Her mouth is silent  But her eyes scream for help. She likes to hide,  Hide away the bruises and marks, Marks over her body  Her heart covered with scars, 
O beautiful
I left you by the riverbed In a place where none can see I'll never forget what you said as I watched you drift out to sea   We began our journey together tethered by our fates
  What hath thou found in the forest,
Long ago, I was no lost soul 
I have experienced flightWings gave me strengthOpportunities floated in the blue skyI reached I walked through fireTemptations beckoned me
Where is it you ask? Why, to the south In the place of the things The things that were seen By the people. Do you remember the people? They came here a long time ago In carts,
I'm guilty of the long way round. Too scared to forge a path myself.  I want to speak but make no sound. I'm guilty of the long way round. I walk the worn well trodden ground. My aspirations on the shelf.
If you were to visit my elementary school playground between my 3rd and 6th grade years you could find a
They say write to my hearts consent, or to my thoughts represent, a image or a goal, or till I host a flag on a pole, by which am I writing because it is written, or am I writing because I am different, I see myself as my world but I'm on one, an
As kids, we are brave if we go down the slide if we try a new food if we jump off the high dive if we don't cry when mom leaves on the first day of school.  As middle schoolers, we are brave
The blue sky  The green ocean The white sails  The rocking motion   The shining sun The salt in the air  Her beautiful skin  The wind in her hair
Round and colorful, they play with me I blow them little, big, they are funny They dance in a big open space Some like to pop in my face Until all that's left are three
The days are passing by The hours fade into the depths of time   Searching day in and day out To find that genuine person who knows what I’m about   I don’t need help from my family and friends
Cold like an icicle, melting stories from your brainYou don't know where to go, it's hard and you feel so much pain.
Why walk on the pavement of conformity When I can enjoy the plush Earth's dewy grass? Ascending to uncharted skies, Where the thrill of discovery Is more than a balloon ride.
Three broken hearts all in one day, But my love for you still stays. We are silenced in the depths of darkness. I pray that someday the barrier will be broken For us to be away from the farthest of fears,
Life. It's a journey. Journey. It's made worthwhile by love. Love. It began with a friendship. Friendship. It's a strong bond. Bond. Time together that you enjoy. Enjoy.
  Racing around the bustling city people line the main road that runs for miles Dodgeing traffic As mothers and fathers repetitively drag their kids to school to go work long
What is expression? So many types of it and it's all for love Its a universal language A gift given by the man above Endless things that we overlook Time to put down our defense and destroy our pride
What is expression? So many types of it and it's all for love Its a universal language A gift given by the man above Endless things that we overlook Time to put down our defense and destroy our pride
When you go, will you go slow? Or maybe fast, rushing so you won't be last. Perhaps you don't care, your only thought is of getting there. Do you need to be led,
 if i could have a starry night, i would. if i could have a chance to breath the misty air, i would. if i could dance along the darken path, i would. the stars are my light and the fireflies are my guide.
Through this tiny journey, A game as some may call it,  We fall over cracks, Trip over mistakes, Fail while achieving, And make faults within perfection, But it is just the nature of mankind.
The journeys we travel throughout the years, Mark us for this lifetime and the next. Our hope, love, and courage intersect, Thus making us stronger like our frontiers.
Though my hair is wild and free I tremble with fear As I journey across the unexplored waters of the sea What strange silver monster  Eats at my wrists? What strange creature Gnaws at my ankles?
I'm lost within the sweet  Lull of silence in the dark  I fall back into thought and retreat  Escape from the world and embark  Into the journey of introspection  Diving into the deepest depths of me 
My words are mine not yours But I'll share Lend you my words of courage Hope Love But I wont let you take them My words are mine but not mine alone there for you to Just ask
Silence stretches Between you and iIts painfully quietThe music turned on highTo drown outThe painful truth 
I on a pathA journeyToward happiness, love, and prosperityBut this journey is not easyIt is not what it seemI have surpass obstacleI have succumb to the it’s affectTearsLaughterLonenessHappiness On this path I hope I become the person I want to be
shes my best friendi hold her hand when she crieshold her hair when she vomitsrub her back when she needs mehug her when she breaks downand helps her smilei dont know how to deal with emotions
  They say suicide Is a selfish act. Although I never could fathom why When it is so difficult to acquire the help one needs For when problems are spoken And cold words form in the warm air
The dawn has risen Look yonder to the west   Point thy feet that way Towards thy journey's end   When thou has reached The rolling waves of blue Look back
A waking soul of Western slumber rises Eastward, from the depths of the nurturing wood, Tipping over its goblet of honey, And bathing the wild in glimmered ambience. With the golden knight’s arrival, comes forth
Praise and meditation Tranquility A walk down the street Freestyle mobility Your mind Even your heart And your soul And your body Are within oneself God made you Your body 
High, high is the way, a slow, smooth continuum unfurls through oil black clouds, flush as memory, dense as it is tangible. Your emerald green eyes pause,
Let’s take a journey through time:   An unborn nation, Develops from thievery, greed, and opportunistic visions…   Swish, swish, swish… In search for new territory.   Bang, bang, bang…
Life is like a puzzle The whole picture is only seen at the end Piece by piece, moment by moment it builds up In a second it can be destroyed After an earthquake you put the pieces back together
Smile or pain Which will it be to speak with a voice or let action take the lead   Should I go south, through a maze I know around or should go north to maze that looks unbound  
I felt different as if somehow I seemed to glisten. The air was cold but I was warm. I was a light in the darkness. My eyes were closed, but i refused to open them. I was alone but I didn't feel alone. Everything felt perfect.
Everyone always wonders,At some point or another,What I am thinking about.Truly, if they knew what went onUp there in my noggin,I'd pity them greatly;No one should have to seeWhat it is I have seen.
  I'm just walkingOn an adventure you might sayThrough day & night Who knows what I might find?We may just be lost in the wildWhere the wild things are What do we know?
The landscape of a soul is A valley of uncertainty Beneath a mountain of woes, A river of doubt Carving a path between A desert of despair And a forest laden with shortcomings.
Cigar smoke, possibly from Belgium, wafting through the air.   Children’s laughter; the chime-like sound of babbling brother and sister, perhaps.   A thin silhouette
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.  
From the swish and sway of the trees to an unknown beat To the rhythmic sounds of traffic progressing down the street My ears are alert and my fingers
We push through fear and gain self confidence. Along this path of life we all must face. Hard days and good days we trek on forward. Awaiting our destiny and writing our own story.
I needed it. Release. You know, let go. Be gone. Release. Where was this magnanimous means that would submerge my problems Flush out my feelings Bequeath my body with boldness
Surrounded by darkness, there stood a man; Owen Face to the sky, wondering why, oh yet again For as he gazed toward heaven There manifested, by his side, a brightness Formed in beauty, she was ageless
The end of the road is coming near Get back on my own two feet And walk away from fear Fear that I wont ever make it to the top of the world And put my worries aside And climb that mountain
In some ways we were journeymen on another mission We were all apprentices searching for some new edition Of our lives. In some ways we were just chicks being pushed from a nest
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?
JImble gets aboard on the big fluffy puff, Snowy white as the clouds; As he flies high he yells "good-bye!" Because nobody else was aloud. Looking high towards the heavens, he trick-ley smiles,
Life took his leave Optimism stabbed me in the back Perseverance didn't want to stay and Pride just seemed lost. all that was once whole now laid in bits and pieces damaged and near impossible to fix
Oh, how hopeful is the statement what if. Looking into his eyes, thinking what if. Laughing together, believing in what if. Holding his hand someday – oh what if. Walking down the aisle above the clouds of what if.
Though you see, To find is another matter. Wanting hearts not filled overnight. The journey continues, Hope still abounds in us. A search has demanded answers, They will be owned, Oh Perseverer.
When I was young, I saw the world Through glasses lined with sparkling pearls. Shaded blush and tinted rose, Where everything was good as gold. But later when it faded light,
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.
Although the tunnel isn't so dark My heart is still empty Soon I will embark on a journey That will take me away, Away from my current darkness It will change my view And lighten my mood
He departed his wife with sorrow in his soul for he knew that he had to go the journey that he had to make to see if he could finally wake He traveled long and far from home
(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
How could I ever forget that day? Her eyes beaming bright, a fire kindling in her heart, and a boundless energy to inspire, all stared back at the seven of us in the floor length mirror.
As exposed to the perils of the world Thus, we begin our journey. I love this part of the journey: Of nodded heads and friendly shoulder pats Of friends met by dawn And normally a friend ill-met by moonlight
I thought I knew the road and where it leads; I came upon the fork and felt so sure, Until the trees in shade began to tease; My confidence was shook, I closed the door. My heart is closed and locked, I am afraid;
In my time of need, words rushed me Incoherent and strangled words Fearful and swarming in my mind So I took them into my hand And stuffed them into my pocket They became scattered and sullied
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