reallife
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I always wake up with the thought that I will be someone great
Just to realize im living a world where happiness declines
then i Iie away
on a daily just to get up and do the great stare-
"How are you?"
"Oh, I am okay."
*her mind is full of disarray*
She smiles while saying that she is okay. Her smile is artificial, like those preservatives in can goods.
Dark. Damp. Dreary.
The world feel so cold.
Birds sing and light shines,
yet I sit here, lost in my mind.
My mood is steady
and does not falter.
Dwelling in Dark, Damp, Emptiness.
She traveled for days, in a maze with no direction destined for an escape from depression driven by disaffection
By fate she felt a connection
They ran until he was cuffed into oppression
Later she had a baby on the way
Real life is around the corner and I think I am not prepared.
Its capricious, crazy, and something to be feared.
Man I love COLLEGE
college is the place where I learn
where I open my mind
where my dollar bills burn
where to get that “A” I become redefined
It is a place that can open so many doors
Running to first period, I can’t be late anyone who has been here can relate “buzz” the tardy bell rings. I walk into class “Where is your tardy pass?” she sings.
I shake his hands,
Yet my toes are beneath where he stands.
He’s been stomping my toes for hours,
Pacing on them as he explains why his belief, should be ours.
Any longer and my toenails will fall off,
Fat. Ugly. Emo. Gay
we've all heard what the haters say.
they act so kind right to our face.
but then they talk crap once we're replaced
by yet another hater (who hasn't really seen)
She spoke loud and talks with a voice that unheard of
she spoke loud and theres no face revealed
THAT MOTHER WHO'S RAISING KIDS ALONE
THOSE KIDS WHO BARELY HAVE A HOME
THIS ECONOMY WHERE EVEYONES MONEY IS BLOWN
Let’s go to the movies,
let’s see a show.
Heroes, villains, romantic obstacles,
love-struck teenagers,
A girl is hiding, hiding behind that curtain
That curtain right there, I know I am certain
That is her, that girl hiding behind that curtain
She is shy and uncertain and bullied eveyday
there is something wrong in a world where we pour ourselves out to
strangers on the internet
but our best friends dont know our torment
and there is something wrong in a world where beauty is only skin deep
Shake and move
Summer has left us
When winter comes the tune
Soon becomes rhythm and blues
Chicken soup for souls that
Need to be soothed
As we fall forward
All time allows us too do is groove
If you are Caucasian, Asian, or of Middle Eastern persuasion
everyone wants to be black for the occasion
You wear saggy jeans and you come off like this
Do you really know what its like to be black and dissed
Close your eyes,
Close your eyes and breathe.
This can’t be me,
This isn’t happening to me.
But it is.
And you can’t help it,
But what did you do?
Why you?
The weight is over bearing,
The year started out with a crash.
I thought I wouldn't get myself back.
But slowly you showed up.
My world was no longer corrupt.
I became stronger and stronger.
You made me better and better.
Show me how to forget
But to not let these memories fade into my mind
Blurring the lines
Until it all just turns into one big lump
Stuck in my throat as I try and fail
I feel like I am drowning,
like I am suffercating under the
silence,
under the last breath I breathe
Wind is waving bye
While the sun caresses doubts
Silence brings the anger
And leaves confusion on the couch
Tears are hiding from pain
Who carries smiles all day
Lingering at the door is misunderstanding
the struggle starts when your born in this world as a sinner.the struggle is here to break you or make you.
I recall a time not long ago...
When I sat amongst the sand,
When the waves broke on the shore,
And the sun baked my hands.
I recall a time I lay,
Utterly at peace.
A time long before,
In life we all make mistakes.
We all try to make it somewhere and do something.
We want to be accepted in our respected communities.
Though, it's not that simple:
We must climb the mountains,
Happy Birthday! You are born
Happy Graduation! You are an adult
Freshmen, Sophomore, Junior, Senior year of college...gone
$20,000 debt...not terrible, not great
22 years old going for a doctorate
When I reach for the pen and paper, and begin to write/
Do I write about what’s right or mainstream it to tight/
One brings fame while the other brings respect/
I guess the only way to impress is to show intellect/
Baby Kennedy
There will be no pink helium balloons that read “Congrats! It’s A Girl!”
No “awwwws” or “oooows”....those goofy adult sounds.
No captured cute baby girl’s face.
Teachers always teaching
to prepare us to be the best
Chalk boards always screeching
to prepare us take the test
Unfortunately we suffer
Real lives become rougher
Live and learn,
just to work and earn.
That degree or career,
will help you live life without fear.
See, an education is all I need..
Add some dedication and ambition, and I will succeed.
You think you know me but you don't
Sitting behind that desk you wont
Deny; You've got something to hide too
Its PERSONAL to you
Numbers on pages, words are supposed to represent who we are
Sometimes teachers think that all we care about is being cool, but I guess they dont realize; We actually care about school.They think we find it boring, the facts we read untrue, but lets look at the bigger picture: should we be teaching you?
A beautiful face
A tormented past
An undeniable mystery to the audience of my life.
I show,
You see
We don't get to timeour crises of faith,do we? When thebite has gone outof the bourbon itseems as thoughjokes are not funny,as they used to be.
I'm trying to be a legend to my urban youth,
Someone positive that they can look up to,
and let them know that with a dream they can make it out,
I can be the voice that they are raving about,
I am not a slave to my looks therefore I am not a slave to my hair. Next time you say,
Girl!
You will never get a man with that hair.
Just like summer comes after spring,winter comes after fall.Just like what goes up,must come down.
Expression is a lethal weapon,
Locked in my own judgments,
Don’t understand why I’ve been chosen to fill the shoes of an unholy person
Anger too heavy to become words.
Anger, an exhausting burden
haunting my dreams
fist flying in my sleep
anger not satisfied
voice never raised
anger sitting in patience
afraid of what it might do,
Lying down she sleeps
So still So sick So weak
She opens her eyes
All you can see is emptiness inside
She does not speak
I stand over her
Like a guardian angel
You can feel her sorrow
We press it, cut it, blow it out, and pin it up
We change our texture because it’s not desirable
We dye it as the trends change
And we die a little more ourselves each time
