uplifting
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You might have days where you might feel like you have a heavy rain cloud that is about to let loose,
Nothing seems to go your way,
You have the power to choose what your future is going to be like,
Alone is false
Do not use it
Not here
Not ever
I am Alone
By subtracting my friends
By subtracting my family
Focus Misdirected
They won’t like me
they don’t care
they look upon my person
and see nothing
as if I am not there.
The fear of rejection
You’re the sweetest melody playing within. The thumpy-thump in the midst of my heart. The soothing, mellow tune lulling me to sleep While I lie quietly, still, listening in the dark.
(This is a Persona Poem for Min Yoon-Gi)
An inspiration, that’s what we’ll call
my life path.
The melody still rings in my ear when
I hear their claps.
The melody that plays now,
Craig is a hurricane. He is a pernicious storm delivering nothing but havoc and destruction. This bipolar alcoholic is more destructive than most hurricanes the world has seen. He rips your emotions apart as a storm would do to a home.
I wake up knowing that I don't have to worry anymore about whether or not I am loved by someone.
When the sun would shine its rays through my blinds, I would look away in fear of witnessing another day alive.
Depression is Depression.Now, don't act like I haven't gotten your attentionI've been there beforeBut now I am here to open a brand new doorMost people, you see, most people, w
Okay so you are drunk again
But this time you let your heart stay in bed
it's your brain here surprisingly enough
so listen up
You have potential
A part of Newton's Cradle
Right now is just the start
I am the lust child of a rock and a sad place
They go by depression and self-destructive tendencies
They make loud love in the darkest crevices of my mind
Often, I find myself beset by blues,
Often, I see such lunacy.
Often, I find myself seeing interviews,
Often, I see people as crazy.
Often, I find myself depressed by the news,
Often, I see insanity.
Waking in the morning in a country that is free.
Smiling in the mirror because you are blessed to be healthy.
Looking up above to see a roof over your head,
Ideas stream inside my mind,
The purposed ones-
They retain pride.
Never, no, no never die.
Barricaded by the sheets
Upon my mattress, intention sleeps.
Caffeine laughing from upstairs,
Not a word they saidUnspoken words hung aboutPain inside but smiling withoutShe said goodnightAnd away she wentHe asked her to stayTo explain why she leftBut inside she was simply falling apartFeeling nothing is not what they sayNothing is so much
"Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours."
-Mark 11:24
There's this thing called beauty. It's something you were taught when you were youngerand your mother, or your father, or your grandmother would say"you're beautiful."And you believed them.
As I sit here,Pondering what I would take,On a deserted island,For my life's sake.I can think but of one necessity,For me to survive,My brother is who I'd choose.We are lethal when together,
My Mother's Day gift was Hodgkin's Lymphoma.
They say it was the chemotherapy and radiation treatment that saved my life.
But they're wrong.
It was the meals that were brought to my shocked family
looking back
reflecting
I find that so much is sad sounds
so much happy tinged with regret
so morose my words have been
so here is joy:
unconstraineduncontrollableallconsumingjoy
I’m just a kid from the ghetto
I’m not perfect
I’m not like those white people I see on tv.
Straight up.
See where I come from
I am enough.
Despite what society tells me,
in terms of beauty and body and being,
I am enough.
Even though traditional values say my skin’s too dark,
I used to be fragile.
As light as a feather.
As delicate as a dandelion.
I used to be lost.
So unsure of everything.
Never knowing which road was better to take.
I used to be afraid.
Wild hair, breezy air
even my thoughts can take me there.
seagulls cry, time flys by
in the distance, I hear the tide.
Long, crazy grass
glittering sea glass.
I will never be perfect.
I will never be flawlessly beautiful,
Nor unprecedentedly romantic.
I will never dance with stars in my eyes,
And I will always have a reason to apologize.
But among all of this,
I’d forgotten what happiness was like,he’d hurt me and left me in the dark.Pain was etched in my soul,and anger swallowed my heart.The tears I cried were for loss, because I didn't know it was a gain.
Riots all across different towns, everywhere you look you see dirty frowns
You look at a world filled with sadness, but do you succumb to madness
A kid who just wants to be heard
Someone who wants success
Others look at him and say oh my he's blessed
They don't know the pain, the problems
Of always wanting to be the best
His parents are proud of him
Free
From everything I used to be
Re-writing my history
Picture by picture I’m finding me
I’m alright
My hair plain brown, my face aged with time
Who am I
I ask as I gaze into the clear blue sky
What makes me unique
My personality, I think
I am a little bit of everything
All rolled into someone who cannot sing
I feel the music in my body though
Sometimes in life we have to say no,
Not to be mean, but just to live as we go
No to somethings that we ask for,
No to someplaces we want to go
No to things you should not do
And all the other stuff too.
Flawed your a beautiful creature With thorns of purple petals that tend to flow to mellows of sweet shallow melodies and you tend to have the sweetest n
Sometimes, I get tired of white men on screens
I get tired of being told to care about what they believe
I get tired, of no one listening
My voice is loud
How do they so easily turn the dial down
Without filters or make-up, I am like a flower that grows with natural beauty. I am my own mirror that reflects my true skin, I`m a beauty that is priceless. I`m ordinary pretty.
Every day is a gift,
all the days just flow so swift
try to live positive & for others try to uplift...
<3
You are here for a reason bigger than you
I know some time you wonder what am I here to do?
Is it some thing huge & grand, here...
What I'm about to say is from what I've learned
No matter your agreement or concern
Poetry can be written by anyone
No matter by paper or touge
Your reason or cause
Let's face it, reality is pretty boring, several hours of brain torturing; grades, test, and jobs only create worrying; what is all this that we spend our time juggling?
I may not be what you envisioned
That perfect porcelian doll.
It wasn't my decision
That feelining of...the cool waters, light blue wave, a tall glass filled with water, the clarity of the water, the warmth of the water, jumping into the water, the coolness on your body, the burning on your body,the water moving around you, the
Hashtag “no filter”
Hashtag “no edit”
Dear valencia and sierra
I owe you the credit
Blurry pictures
Red eyes
And blemishes galore
Dislike, mean comment, take it down Good Lord!
I'm not that perfect valencia skin beauty
I'm that beauty that can be a pizza face
I'm not that small forehead lucky individual
I'm that five forehead cutie
Is it okay?
Is it okay?
Why does everything have to be based off a tragedy.
Is it not advantageous enough to just have a beneficial life anymore.
Fresh out the shower
Kinky curls so soft and bouncy
Flowing everywhere as it dries
Creating a giant afro of curls
I look in the mirror and lather on lotion
I get dressed and grab my phone
Being flawless isn't always easy.
To achieve true beauty, you must believe
that you can do whatever you set your mind to.
I never let myself see the downside of my dream.
You work hard, you smile at every
I try to control myself
But the temptations are hard
My thoughts are to strong
My mind is long gone
I try to control myself
But not when everyones there
My eyes see all wrong
There I was
Here I am
Now I’m there
Now I’m gone
How can I tell who I am?
Each day a new me is born.
So sorry,
There is no answer to who I really am
Just one to who I’m not
Remember when girls went through that "selfie" phase?
It was like for every picture of their face that they posted
The hashtag was "no filter"
Followed by a billion heart emojis and smiley faces
We are skin
We sweat, we breathe
We sing, we dance
We laugh, we love
But we are skin
Painted
Exposed
Vibrant
And soft
We are judged
Not by the likeness of heart
life is not perfect, now isn't this true
and believe it or not neither am I or you
but perfection is not everyones dream
friendship and love will mend a tear in beautys seam
Although our faces may stand behind a electronic shield,
Hidden from reality,
We can still detect the truth if we were to peel,
Peel the colors from your pictures and disocver the unreality
Get up in the morning
Straighten your hair
Put on lipstick
You can’t shop there
Your “suggestions” are the foundation of insecurity
My mind corrupted by the way you think of me
I was made like this;
created by a higher power, who took much of her or his time
to make sure she or he got all of this right.
They left you a piece of coal
Take revenge by becoming a diamond
And no diamond can be made without pressure.
After the pressure of your past and problems you overcame
I am like a man,
flawed and broken,
left on the hot sand
to fry and crisp like a token.
The shell created by social brutality
falls away to reveal the shining
soul climbing through harsh reality,
Start the day working.
Whether it is on a car
Or on a drawing.
I work untill it is done.
Staring at the expressionless reflection on the other side of the mirror
Searching for the hopes and dreams and aspirations that once became me
I embraced myself when I couldn't stand
I became my own friend and my own enemy
I used my heart, my mind, and soul
Death talked to me
I shut him down
I healed my wounds
I only grew stronger
No pimple or pill popping
Yet so beautiul the world's stoping
Overweight and in the hood
Smiling as much a could,
because I can.
Comfort over style
Voice ringing for miles
Feeling the haze of
Most of us
defined by flaw
use harmful words
that make us fall
But have you ever
stopped to think
that instead of these flaws
making us sink
They make you who
I feel like crap
In the mirror you can see
The deprivation of my oh so needed sleep
With dark circles surrounding my eyes
I feel like I could cry
Makeup can’t be seen in sight
I am flawless, though not everyone knows
I am flawless, doesn't it already show?
the media may try to convince otherwise
I woke up like this, flawless, I woke up like this, beauty so rare. I woke up like this, girl with dreads, I woke up like this pretty dark skin. I woke up like this thick in the hips.
Flawless
wierd word twisted meaning
im flawless because of my flaws
the one every one notice
Beauty is in the Eyes of Society
Growing up, I was never skinny; my skin was dark and all I wanted was to be pretty.
I was 10; looking at magazines, seeing all of the skinny girls
When I wake out of bed,
I see a young girl dressed in red.
Her brown wavy hair in a bun,
Atop her head.
Olive skin, and big brown eyes
Full of honor and pride.
So some of my friends recently asked me, want to go swimming today?
And I gave them a foul, foul look, and stated without delay
No.
I clearly don’t want to swim in the pool so you can go play
Never did expect,
for it to give up
but I awoke one morning wishing it were all a dream;
wishing my pancreas would wake up with
Me and realize I still needed it.
But it was never a dream, and
My name is joy and I am colored girl
brown painted work of art with wide hips and thick lips a colored girl
not just yellow blue green or red but all colors and shade swirled into one ebony colored piecea colored girl
Gems and Dimonds
and most of the lot
are smeared and bruised
by life's dirty plots
so thus we gems
so thus we diamonds
work from dust
to bring new light
we are not perfect
What makes me Flawless?
Is it the clothes I wear,
The shoes,
my face,
my hair,
No, what first comes to mind when I think of myself being flawless is ME
my personality,
my mind,
my story,
My name is Isobel and I know its quite simple at best but I must confess it suites me well.
I try to walk away from who i really am
I try to hide my true self
I'm scared to show everyone who i really am
I question if i'll be excepted
So i just stay to myself
Flawless,
What does it really mean?
Some perceive it as perfection,
Or what they see on TV screens.
I wake up to a sea of white.
Is this what society is preparing me for?
Being marginalized as "that black girl".
I expected more.
Perhaps my standards were too high,
Wild
Nappy
Untamed and uncombed
"A bird's nest"
"A hot mess"
"Mutt hair"
Is what it's been called.
The curls of a biracial child
Is a snowflake in the winter
From the Clothes that I were
To the style of my hair
There a smile on my face
That has no disgrace
True me
What I always want to be
From the sweet sound of my voice
I can accept my mistakes
Just as easily as I bake cakes.
I can always move forward with my life,
Yet I also know how to sharpen a knife.
To bond with creatures
Is not only in my nature,
I need to be flawless,
For if I am not,
I no longer wish to be here,
If I allowed myself to become, You,
Then I am no longer flawless,
But I am, I am Me,
Me, is a special word,
Flawless doesn't mean perfect,
We let celebrities and athletes define it for us.
Flawless means that you have accepted your flaws,
You've learned to love them and use them to inspire others.
Beauty is skin deep
For some that may be true
For others its not how they look
Hope:
It’s mentioned almost every day,
Tossed around in conversation like a boat at sea,
Its true meaning unknown.
Hope can be seen as a bird by one
And a pen by another.
I was taught
That no matter what happens
I would never be "flawless".
I was TAUGHT
That who I am
Makes me flawed.
I WAS TAUGHT
That being exactly who I am
Was unacceptable.
Im sometimes wrong, but I'm always right
sometimes I win, when I refuse to fight
Im not perfect , but who is?
I'm gonna change the world with my words of encouragement
see, look at me.
short bubbly and kind
Perfect in the eyes of others;
Flawed in the eyes of the mirror.
I have stretch marks that show I have lived and grown.
There are times when I feel ugly,
not good enough,
angry,
upset,
hateful,
but these times are punctuated with exclamation points of happiness,
enthusiasm,
feeling better,
good enough,
Expressing how I feel
sometimes confuse me a great deal
Can I understand myself?
Or better yet can you?
I dont always say what I feel
But when I do I keep it real
Anywhere any place
If I cry or if I'm down
My resillence picks me back up
My legs may be strong but my mindset is stronger
My confidence is not found in a cup
When I feel weak I say, "I'm strong"
and that just does the trick
I may be short, but oh, do these legs make me stand tall.
These legs, yes, MY legs give me the strength to do as I choose.
And how I appreciate these wonderful creations God has given me
Get speed dressed, eat quickly, rush to school. . .
Get good grades, get compliments, feel awkward. . .
Get sister, get home, get sleep. . .
Wake up and do it all over again.
Girls.
Overpriced makeup. It
Differentiates those who want to be from those who... Are?
French vanilla is what they see of me
and has always viewed me as
lack of sun is what they may say
but African American is me all the way
the background of my family is what I would
Your feet are too big
Your feet are too small
Your legs are too thick
Your legs are too thin
Your butt is big
Your butt is small
Be who I am
Your tummy is so flat
You (Flawless)
She wakes up and starts her day
Gets in the car and goes to school
Everyone she walks by, she says, “Hey”
Beatuiful girl,
who sits up high in the sky.
Your more than your beatuiful cures and thighs.
Beatuiful girl,
who sits up high in the sky.
Your blemishes and imperfections are your perfections.
It's true no one is perfect.
But everyone can become Flawless.
I'm flawless in my own way.
I am Fanatical.
I am Loyal.
I am Accepting.
I am Whimsical.
I am Lovable.
I am Enthusiastic.
The wind carries my soul away from this society that is oh so cruel
, and I am greeted by the birds in the sky
The magnificent richness that is the human experience would lose part of it charm if there wasn't limitations to surpasr. Climbing to the top wouldn't be half as splendid if there wasn't a dark obstacle filled valley to go through.
Living is wanting more,always more;
Wishing, not for appetite,but for illusion.
Oh illusion, this is the signal of life;
Love,that is life.
Loving till you can give yourself for what you love.
To those who look
nothing seems extraordinary
a standard face, two eyes
a nose, high cheek-bones
they look at her with big bright eyes
little do they know she rages inside
they look at her like she's an angel sent from above
little do they know she's far from being jesus white dove
Flawed; simply those who stand with imperfections, and have mental or physical blemishes.
I believe you are what you think you are...
Self-fulfilling prophecy
I wake up in the morning and look in the mirror,
To see who I am and wonder if I need to change.
The media shows us that we are inferior,
That without being slim and muscular we are strange.
i do not want to be the girl that makes you forgetyour nights filled with loathing and apathyor that pushes the thoughtof suicide from your cluttered closet of a mindi want to be the girl that makes you remember
Verse 1:
Why do I fall when I stand
why do I sink when I swim
and why when I try these things never go as planned
when I'm around you everything I try to do seems to fail
I want to be strong.
I want to be pretty.
I want to be heard.
Someone will always have what we want,
but cherishing what we have is the best thing to own.
I always thought,
and thought.
A beautiful face is that all you see , desighner on her back , matched with the gucci shoes and using common phrases such as ...."I sip my tea ".
My portfolio
Is my best friend.
My portfolio
Is my worst enemy.
My portfolio
Will help me pass Financial Lit. class.
The life we live, we never asked for
since the day we was born we was assigned a book
and everyday starts off on a blank white piece of paper called a page
and every big event is a new chapter
He is the world to me,
Yet he is so much more to me
No one could imagine such a lovely face
He's just so beautiful in so many ways
"There's nobody like you girl"
I'm just so glad that he came into my world
When in life,
In times of strife,
One must be a leader.
Whether it sounds its command in a roar or a squeak,
Whether it executes with the hand of the strong or the mind of the weak,
She rides the bus every day to school,
and people tell her she is uncool.
Every day she eats lunch with the teacher,
Delicate as a flower,
precious as gold.
Pure in heart,
blossoming white as snow.
A mother's first born is a flawless love.
To have and to hold,
to fly away like a dove.
Family by fate,
People will hate on other people
They will put them down and make them feel like nothing
Just because they don't look a certain way or dress a certain way
Depressed-depressed and purged from joy
I stand in the absence of men.
Fears of course are not lacking
And regrets I continue stacking.
Yet how generous is your hatred’s provider
Life has its ups and downs as you know
Things can make me sad and they can make me happy
Yet
I want to be uplifted.
Perfect euphoria is within my reach when:
I stand in the clearing of a snow-cloaked forest
Raise my hand to the sky
and watch the Earth carry my soul
acros the dancing flowers
that make us all feel whole.
Wind caressing her ebony skin.
Holding hands in a dream
of multiple drawings
You are quickly blinded by light,
as your ears are blasted by noise.
It even dazzles during the night,
and captures you in its joys'.
The city never sleeps,
as Frank Sinatra once said.
These are some of the things I miss,
Stuff I took for granted; like a good night kiss.
Or last May I wish you were here to see me play!
The wonderful trees
And the beautiful bees
Are part of our Exciting Earth.
Behind my “I could kill a man” exterior
I am bubbling with little joys
Happy thoughts and events like counters
At Disneyland filing in and through
On their quest to experience some joy
Looking down, over the edge,
see the effort you’ve put in
and how far you’ve made it.
Standing high above the rest
Each breeze flushing out stress from the mind
Each breathe restores
Given up is just too easy
Call me a stalker for wanting my dreams
those dreams into Reality
Uplifting?
You want to hear about
Something uplifting?
That's something
That's supposed to
Make you feel good, make
You dietarily regular, make you
Want to eat yogurt and dance on
I was brought into this world
My mother, mothered me most delicatley
My father loved me with all his heart
As they love me so
They protected me like a pack of wolves
I was a part of them
Running is a cruel and grueling sport.
Many look at those who run and think we're crazy
Lure them in with your evanescent gleam.
Bind them into your eternal paradise.
Throw their hypnotic nothings to the wind.
Craft velvet wings from jewels.
Your primrose shimmer must never dull.
Winter is a slippery time for walking
My clunky boots skate along the ice
The temperature is chillingly shocking
On this adventure, I’ve only fallen twice
Spring blooms of bright scented flowers
Smiling is contagious,
You catch it like the flu.
When a person smiled at me today,
I began to smile too.
I passed around the corner,
And a man saw my grin.
When he smiled I realized,
Someone may ask
What uplifts you
You may say something obvious
Summer, friends, food, family, your significant other
But rarely will a person ever answer, life
Summer slips away and we students rush in to the facilities that torment us so.
We'll spend hours a day in chairs of stone, forced to learn things we don't wish to know.
Open your eyes to the world around you,
See what others refused to view.
Don't worry about picking up the pieces,
They will all fall back together at the creases.
The colorful flowers
The tiny sprinkles of a morning shower.
The good news on the news
without any new fueds.
The smiles on the other peoples faces,
even with those nasty hurtful braces.
I find my smile in a round ball. I kick it and chase it throughout the halls. On game day my stomach churns but I know I will not fail. No one else is up to my scale. Scoring goals and winning games that is what makes my day a little less lame.
The thing that makes me happy,
more than anything else,
is the ship that never sinks,
we call it friendship.
Though many things happen,
Good and Bad,
Friendship will always last,
A dream:Alive, wind skimming my faceOxygen ripening within my lungsI am outsideRunning among the lives of everyoneThe world, a reverse cementary People, not yet in loving memoryBut in living memory
School, with that one word you see people cringe,
And during school you see people become unhinged.
But, I'm here to tell you about the amazement of school
and how not to be a tool.
School is full of memories
Is it all there?Some think there isSome think there isn'tTruth is, nobody knowsIt's so simpleBut so complexHe loves sports,She loves music,They love science,
How to be demonstrative of positive?
I suggest gladness is an evocative,
And through a consequence of the causative;
a presence of your highest prerogative.
It’s rare to find care in a world of unfair.
I am from the swimming pool,
From water soaked concrete and slippery blue tiles
I am from a hole in the ground
Lined with cement and filled to the brim with cool water
I am from the stands
Being drug-free is uplifting.
Being drug-free has impacted me.
Now I have my life back and strive not to lose it again;
Too bad along the way I lost many a friend.
I am no longer dependent. I am free.
There are good days, and bad,But we can't always feel sad,Cruelty makes us mad,But kindness and warmth makes us glad.
The whispers chirped all through the air,
The trotting deer, the hopping hare.
They moved with swiftness that was so divine,
But then nature settled into one dismal line.
Always sitting in the back
I wonder when the teacher will notice
That I don't slack.
The title of "AP student" should not
be put on plack .
I struggle.
All the homework that the teacher stacks
I, personally, have a love for larger dogs because I’ve always grown up with them and my volunteer position at the SPCA allows me to express my passion for animals.
Darkened in the sun
Like dried up raisins
Sun dried our roots
Plucking our knowledge of heritage
It’s Crazy How People Can Remember
The Time They Had Spent With People
More Than They Can Remember The Answers To An Exam.
I Guess We All Know What We Cherish The Most...
I Knew A Guy ,
If only we could put the lonely girl with the lonely boy
Fix the hurt
Make the used feel less like a toy
…………………………………………………………………..
Sometimes making you feel like a prisoner, sometimes making you feel set free. Sometimes making you feel like a criminal, sometimes making you feel like a king.
Sunshine rains down on me
I laugh. I smile
The breeze tickles me
Peace. Happiness
Air moves hair across my face
The Little Astronaut
The sorbet horizon slowly faded away
Tangerine, lavender & mellow yellows gone
Living life in blissHappy to live like thisNothing taken for grantedI've got everything I've ever wanted
What is freedom? Is it the light I see in this dark place? Is it just a word, or do I give the meaning to it? Is it the feeling of floating freely in poisonous water?
If I found a way heaven
Would you follow close behind
Would you never turn back to face
A world we left behind
What if it was a mistake
Would you hate me 'till the end
Anger is pointless
Anger can thrill
Anger is useless
Anger can kill
Anger is consuming
Consuming like hate
Consuming your soul
Consuming your fate
Stay calm and breathe
Be courageous.
A single moment can
Free and ignite a lifetime.
Doors can be blown wide from
Rash, unadulterated bravery.
A mere minute can birth
A new universe of opportunity.
Hang on.
Hang on tightly.
Don’t let go.
It’s too far down for you who have come so far, so hang on.
Skipping rocks on a still pond
not knowing the depths or how long
as it breaks the cool surface
it sinks into a rink of uncertain
getting knocked down
wave after wave
Take off your glasses
Before another second passes
Exchange them for rose colored lens
The world proably bends
from negativey to creativy
I bet you gained a different perspective
Born looking “white”
Grew up looking “bright”
Born to be a gift
Grew up on feelings I could not lift
Born to be beautiful
Grew up to be judgmental
If we were meant to die Then we would never live. If we were meant to take Then we would never give. If we were meant to be alone Then we would never love If we were meant to go to Hell Then we would never look above.
