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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.
UNTITLED YOUNGLION I'm sick of writing poems about depression sadness and anxiety Im sick of being told that whatever I'm facing is just a part of life. While the pain is now a part of me
**Oh yes, much faith is needed In times such as these falling down on my bended knees As I take it day by day The sun rises, the stars are shining bright entering into the early days until the late nights
I'll always be by your side,Throughout this entire ride,The ride is called life,And sometimes it makes you want to grab a knife,It's like a roller coaster,Always going up and down,
What happened to the timeWhen words poured out of meLike liquid nitrogen,Cracking open my ribsPeeling away the petals of my heartTo unearth a diamondAt its core--ReleasingAn explosion of galaxiesAnd made-up stars,Fictional constellationsAnd playti
At varying moments throughout one’s life, 
Walking along down that road we all know Forever our happy place the best place to go Friends forever I know we will be At our second home, where we feel truly free
“Effervescent!' said I, “thing of ghost.” Back into my memories bewitching And so it came gently murmuring Haunting - haunting - haunting!
When the rain falls on to the asphalt And petrichor smells erupt, I'll remember the cloudy days spent in my room, My mind full of inspirations and ambition To create a beautiful painting.
There's a footprint in the snow outside my bedroom window. It is simply one footprint, there is no pair, there is no pathway. It is in the center of a field of white. I don’t know whose it is, and I don’t know how it got there.
Patiently wading,  holding onto my mind  through the storm.  Every person has a day,  over time,  the day has got to come.  Embrace a grind, we won't  have to grind  for long.
She was born of woman as a word, swaddled in question marks but cooed with answers - statements of soothing reassurance
I strive to know more.  The Future is a dark abyss. The unknown motivates. 
i am tired exhausted drained  completely of being afraid fear anxiety worry a perpetual chain locked around my ankles always holding me back
I. The first day I realized   freedom is not free without a cost,   I was thirteen— when we read To Kill a Mockingbird and I could not help but think  
Love Yourself, Speak Yourself These are the messages carried through their speeches In large rooms full of their critics Under the hawk eyes of netizens Waiting, watching Bated breath
Hello butterfly, What's brought you here to me? It must have been my emptiness, For I'm alone, you see. I live my days in darkness,
A child I was in a distant, unknown land For I lacked something big, something grand Yet I did not know where to look Therefore my heart fell forsook
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.  
Dear Princess, I watch your movies, I read your stories, This isn’t enough to relinquish me from my duties.  
Dear Dad, Because of you, I grew up without a dad. Or what I think is "without a dad." You and mom divorced when I was one and you were always inconsistent in my life. You'd be there and then you wouldn't. This went on for years.
A letter to those who are like me. If you've ever felt you're someone you didn't want to be, Who make resolutions every global revolution Just to fail miserably. If you've ever lost a friend
The thought that counts I hold this dear Regardless the gift The intent is clear Loving someone, has no price Its unconditional
When I was speaking you weren't really listening, you only heard what you wanted to, 
 need to be made in the great US of A a great democracy was ruined by greed and rich in a powerful way a democracy corrupted by the money sucking machine, taxes the middle class so hard in hopes of wiping the nation debt clean, we need to stop bei
I know what she's going through. I know who's aiming at who. I understand this world is pretty bad, I understand better than her dad. I know it hurts, hurts to be picked apart and thrown together...
The end seemed close by Paralyzing and choking My voice imprisoned But the beauty of novels Freed my voice and expression
My sister and I may be opposites And fight almost all the time, But when she packed and left for college I couldn’t help but cry.
There are few things in my life that I need I need time to write, I need time to read I need a time to look at myself in the mirror and check if my conscience is clearer
I speak supreme no need for dreams Way too big for my Jean's Sent from a heart that has been broken. So the ones eye has freak don't run Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic
Its been 5 months since I walked out that door. Sobbing my eyes out and screaming on the floor. Wishing you’d come back and un-break my fragile heart.
I have no one No one has me I am all alone Stuck in a tree The leaves are changing The birds are singing In comes new weather That fall is bringing I have no one No one has me
Throw away the smiles Bring home the fear Forget to calm the child Rage the storm unclear I stand on the shore Alone, as a mess unfolds  Water tickling my toes Searching for more
This was a visual poem that I had worked on about a year ago as a class project. The poem is about the overall feeling of being alone that may come with moving onto new things or new places.
Looking through a bleak view. I’m not as weak as they assume. It was a dark time, in a dark room. How can this world be flat when everything has been spinning out of control? I needed someone to be there and not let me unfold.
She walked in the room quite unsure of herself, Everyone peered up towards her self conscious frame, She felt like the last book picked on the shelf, The girl sat alone in the corner knowing she'd never feel the same.
A notebook. A pen. Swirling thoughts raced inside my head. Biting lips. Darting eyes. My emotions were in disguise. Overwhelmed? Yes that’s true. It left me with only one thing to do.
Something I can't live without isn't hard to choose he is one of many I don't want to lose. He spends his time loving and caring for me all while hoping I set myself free. He does not judge, he does not hate,
I’m breathing But am I living? Do I wake up each morning ready for the unpredictable opportunities of the day? When a new door opens, do I step through?
The day I walked by you,  I knew what a shame I had puzzled my piece into. Nothing but,"Don't  look at me, look the other way"   reluctantly ringing in the drums of my ears,  echoing back vibrations  of guilt, shame, and pitty  that Mary herself  
You, whoever you are. You have come so far, and with such grace. I know, it’s hard, I fucking know.  
A single spark could destroy an entire foundation.   And this is why Hope is dangerous. We think of 'one' to be small and insignificant. Often we misjudge what exactly 'One' is capable of.  
I have noticed so much potential in the eyes of young adults, in the eyes of children, in everyone. And everywhere I go I see this little spark. This spark is precious. To compare that spark, think of a budding plant.
I am the scars my parents put on me as a child. From the abuse mentally and physically. Little did they know they scarred me sociologically too.  
              I AM… Someone who gives people hope
Willing to giveAll that I haveBecause others may be in needPossessions mean nothingWhen you can't take them with youTo a place beyond life here indeed Willing to helpOne that's in lack I give, therefore I receiveWilling to learnWilling to teachWil
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.
'98, 17 Man I’m only 17, But there's people always pushing me to do great things,
I am beautiful. Some may choose to call me “vain” or “conceited” for this but they don’t understand. I choose to call myself beautiful because sometimes I fail to see it.
Butterflies. Could they exist without it? What about flowers? What about days and nights? What about sunsets? Sunrises? Rainbows? Stories? Songs? You? What about you? Could you exist without it?
I stare out of the window  whispering to the lonely midnight  "Why me??" It was my 8th grade year  When I  died,Not on the outside but the inside Because I was called a Nerd,Dork 
Running, running, a field of dewy surprises tucked away under highighter green grass frozen faucets offer no use when
How unfortunate it must be, For the most ecentric person Who finds nobody else's antics, Obscene or appauling, For nobody else, Is as daring As she.
18 and inn
I have freckled cheeks and chapped lips. I have never known what to do with my hair, and I'm sure I sweat my makeup off before lunch everyday. I am not pretty. Because pretty is a flower, 
A classic night on the town no one knows whats under the gown. Is it a man, a woman, a being perhaps? now its left to people to fill in the gaps. Oh it's a man, sure as can be-
Look around, what do you see? A look, a look is all you'll need To you, I may be nothing but a rock A part of the ever changing background
Looking in the mirror you'll see something that naturally I think is horific, cheeks too wide, mouth too small, eyes although pretty in color are not big enough to stand out.
why cant i be enough, turned asied like a stray i cry why arent i enough. he stands over me tall with hes head held high no hesitation just pride.
a past coverd by inkwell black and white memories and a preasent full of unfamilar faces  who am i? unplugged i am glowstick; a light in many colors and shapes  My feet are as smooth as my words 
Who cares,
There was this little boy Who was born Who was born with some troubles
Put Yourself in their position
You are a tree; A proud oak
I look int
The sky was an impeccable shade of blue. The type of blue that you only see in the box of 64 crayons that you begged for as a child. Or the shade of her eyes as she said she loves you, lying through her teeth.
The glow and look in your eye. A shock of excitement from your smile. Spread of warmth from those delicate hands  Maybe even a stride in your walk
They don't really know who I am, They only see what I choose to show them, You guys don't know I'm secretly a fem, I do the dirty for that green, But men are just so mean, I am now a lesbian.
To all wounds of the heart, Time is the antidote. Designed like a coat Soothing the pain as it impart   It is nonpareil It understands what you want As time acts more than a confidant
It creeps in, sometimes unseen, Unseen till late. During a blink, life goes dark,
The sun is as bright as an oncoming headlight from a slow approaching car at the peak of darkness Wrapped in mother's arms; Young, grumpy, and hungry Heavy hearted and sweaty, she feels love instead of pain now
Where was the
I'm asked 'waht uplifts you?' but I don't even know. What brings you joy? I usually just shrug, unsure of how to answer. But maybe there's a lot more than I'm letting on. I begin to feel giddy
What is happiness? It is the feeling you get when waking up on Christmas morning,  It is the sound of laughter while being surrounded by your closest friends,
What is happiness? It is the feeling you get when waking up on Christmas morning,  It is the sound of laughter while being surrounded by your closest friends,
I am climbing this tower. Take a moment, to see this as an obstacle. My obstacle is getting to the goals in my life. I am climbing this tower, through every wall that stands infront of me. 
BWintersfield- All credit goes to this person right here.
I look around me  And see the wonders  When I am sad what do I do? I look around
Small acts of kindness, compliments, and fun times are what I enjoy. I fall, break a leg. Now, I am in a brace. I still walk to class in the hope of throwing my crutches down the stairs, I flowing as smooth as shower curtains.
Stand. Even if you’re weeping. Even if you’re blind. Even if you have collapsed so many times before. Stand. Find someone to lean on. Someone whose smile has set off fireworks in your chest.
Ever feel like someone is holding you back but you look in the mirror and its yourself? Why do we sometimes do that to ourselves?
There are those who cherish their family. There are those who cherish their friends. But for some, like me, they are one. My friends are my sky full of stars.
Hated onAnd beat uponBecause the way they live Is "wrong" Who are you to take the role Go and take another's soul
What does it mean to be unique? They tell me it's just being yourself. How do I fight oblivion? Shouldn't I know these things. I have to amount to something. I need to be different,
I was 12 years old, sitting on the front porch. Parents arguing inside, about money of course. When I grow up, none of this, No paycheck-to-paycheck living, No worrying about making ends meet,
I miss the days where we could be carefree. No bills. No anger of any real sort. No stress. No money to worry about managing. But that was a world we lived in as children. Young and unaware of the World's true colors.
To walk into a room, the walls adorned with art, poets words  are begging to fall into papers below.     This is what I want to do.    
Sometimes you might feel empty inside, unable to say how you feel because too much pride.  You might feel like you are on your own, like you are all alone. But have no fear,
Tock Tock Wash your hands.  Remember: paper, lines, game.  Paper: history, English  O.  Did I lock my car? Memorize your lines Rehearsal rehearsal rehearsal. 
Caught off guard; Shock held silent grip; A few sniffles emerged; Red cups in a fence with a bouquet Spelling the words RIP Spez. For the first time Teachers sobed openly in front
What this money means to me  Is that one day I'll succeed I'll succeed to achieve my dreams 
These days feel like half-empty sheets of paper and I don't have enough ink in my pen   My coffee has gone cold but I continue drinking, because drinking is a nervous habit of mine  
Perfection is a desire, Freedom an aim, But how much would I give, To make one little change.   People with similar tastes, Similar goals, Similar lifestyles, Is what we look for.
All love counts becuase even one drop will find its way into you heart
What do you call this? Oh I’m sorry it’s your room. Had me fooled I thought it was a dump. Have you ever thought of picking up your clothes? Your garbage? WOOOOE I know I know, I sound crazy right.
That whisper. That whisper. Distress. Suppress. That murmur. That murmur. Mortify. Fortify. That cry. That cry. Duress. Redress.
From a trailer park to a nice condo? How can that be? From C's and D's to all A's and B's How can that be?
Cancer. It's a strong word. Very strong actually.  It's a word that can bring about emotions that are so heavy, even the strongest of people can't hold them. Shock. Uncertainty. Devestation. Desperatness.
What can we do?   Together we can, Illuminate the world Together we can, Try to save a smile
They tell you, you won't make it Unless you fake it Your dreams stay dreams And the reality never changes The barriers have been created And the time has been dated Only for those who are gated
    I am an immortal queen 
Reduce; Because, let's face it, we've gotten all too big. The Earth is huge  but we make a difference, we're making her sick.  Reuse; Because sometimes our trash isn't trash,
YOLO The words of the naive The words of the reprieve YOLO The words of the hurt, the sick, the blind, the dead. What we want to say, before there are no words left to speak. YOLO
I am.. Small fragment of ease Moment of Clarity A grain of hope I am.. Morning walk Afternoon with loved ones A evening of freedom I am.. Young and Old Lost and Found
It's been almost a year And I'm still crazy All of the memories you've left me Haven't become foggy or hazy. I hate you, God, do I hate you And your perfect life Leaving me broken in my garage--
Become a leader, it's your turn to shine Learn from others One step at a time. Take the initiative, and you will be fine. Study and breathe. One step at a time.
Why.. why do we live in world full of challenges? Waking up in the morning is a struggle. If only I lived in the world of Harry Potter so I wouldn't be a muggle. The hustle of getting ready and eating breakfast  oh..
Star-kissed I open my eyes And see A million beautiful lights. Little cosmic seeds, Planted in the universe. Some die In spectacular bursts. Some with but a whisper.
You want to know why girls are such bitches? because we were never taught to love ourselves.  We are constantly being told that we are too fat, or we should be good at sports, we wear too much makeup, or we don't wear enough
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" that's what they all say. Yet, we look in a mirror everyday looking for ways to be more beautiful. In our society people judge you based on what they see trending on TV, the big screen,
She say "look back at it" i say look forward. Looking back means looking at whats used. Looking back at it means remembering the anger and pain. Looking back at it means feeling this way every time i think about it.
  I was young, and I was Different Even though I was odd, I was also still innocent The agony, the deceit right in front of my eyes Yet I was too blind, maybe even paralyzed
Sky's of gray turn to starless nights and solemn whispers by the wind are heard leaves change from green to viberent yellows, oranges, and reds then grass fades to mute browns
I wish that you could see the world from her point of view It's a beautiful magical ancient place but yet it feels brand new. On her window there's a musical pitter patter sound
True beauty is shown on the inside and out But the worlds standards fill girl's heads with doubt Through magazines, commercials, and billboard ads It causes girls who don't look that way to feel bad
Shoes against pavement, Head towards the ground, Trying to keep out the noises, Trying to keep out the sound.
Crowding the streets Boycotting the bus Any action that could draw attention to us We will do it rushed To try and budge out of this rut
The rain is pouring and my heart is drowning But it struggles and fights to learn to swim; Bending its shape to its wet surroundings It reaches an isolated shore, And once again it morphs to be able to breathe,
It's a silly thing, to rely on a cause to inspire Cuz any organization can ignite a fire, just as easily as they could put it out. And when you douse that sensation with a bucket full of disappointment and doubt
I can no longer love you for you have been most cruel to me. I place my heart, my dreams in your arms and you dismantled them brutally. It's not like me to trust so stupidly knowing where misplaced trust leads usually.
like the word wealth my true nature is hidden behind Digital image or lyrical gimmicks The fiddler collects winnings when the starved jack pots though ein by jeden
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