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I think when the earth was young a meteor from somewhere in the cosmos crash landed on the surface, exploding for miles and miles, And ever since then the pieces have been traveling through water and air over land and sea, or through anything that
Life is listening to a song on repeat until it's melody is agony in your ears
Life is stubbing your toe on coffee tables
it enraging you to a point that tables never should
Life is listening to a song on repeat until it's melody is agony in your ears
Life is stubbing your toe on coffee tables
it enraging you to a point that tables never should
Oftentimes Right is Wrong and Wrong is Right
But how does that happen how does that happen?
It is not the acts that's Right or Wrong
but perception of those who judge
Words wander around wildly.
Worldwide the words fly.
The words wander wonderlessly.
Wonderfully waiting until
So …. What's In A Word ?
Well A Word Like ... F**K ...
Can Possibly Mean You've Run Out of Luck ... !!!
I am Beige.
Smeared across countless walls in infinite shades,
Plastered over fissures and cracks,
I am many things.
Cookies baked just right,
Beams of light just before they fade into the night.
What is a soul?
Without being a sprirt.
What is a flag?
Without strips and stars.
What is a game?
Without levels and goals to beat.
What is sorrow?
Without pain and harm.
What is earth?
The Warrior in Truth is an artist.His sword, like a chord it plays death.His tune of destruction; at times it sounds staccato.On occasion, it’s a swirling crash of whistling fate.
A blank screen,
with simple line, deleting and rewriting itself constanly.
Nothing but negative space
waiting to be filled
with words and ideas
of a madman.
deep breaths of silence come
The sun comes down through the dark clouds
The lights go out on a melancoly hill
The dark comes when the light is out of bounds
The light decays in my hands like a disolving pill
Light doesn't last a day or two
You are comfort
You are hope
You are a light behind a
sea of air that I once
thought was a wall of
despair
You are pure
You are true
Your mere presence calms me
I'm moving forward in life.
I need to take the advice.
There's a voice in the back of my head, checking it twice.
Make the right decisions, so that I'll avoid collision.
sometimes i wished for peace
i wished for insanity
wish, wish, wish, all meaningless
i wished for meaning-- i
had none-- i had
no point. did i have a
moral compass? i wished my
In The Middle
August 31, 2018 ~ Friday
Every person, tall or leaning
Building what they thought was meaning
There is a stillness. A sense of calm as one takes steps through these grounds. A soft, pitter-patter of steps against soil that resonate with the steps taken by those that came before.
Red- through the dictionary
A color at the end of the spectrum
next to orange and opposite violet
Red- through the poet
The feeling of
Hungry, my brain’s insatiable appetite devours sweet, skillfully written words
The lines flow, a river of rhymes, winding down a path of metaphors and similes
I like the words I have yet said
Like poetry left unstirred
The space between every line
Every letter, leaves room
For the undead
Red, shred, dread, and led
It doesn't make sense
There are days I could scream
scream at the top of my lungs,
scream untuil my voice is gone,
silenced like my voice is now.
I could scream and never be heard,
so I do not even open my mouth.
It's easy to paint, they say
It's easy to draw, paint, and sketch without thinking
Thinking about nothing
Nothing that turns into, perhaps
Something?
It's not as easy as you think
Dear Purpose,
I am searching for you.
Day by day I walk by my mirror.
Side glances and momentary looks judge my exterior.
Day by day life gets more monotonous.
Face flat - cold cement
Strings that hold - strings that break
All the things that you said-
Meaningless.
Yet.We defy. Nature. The odds. Authority.
We fly. We soar. We breathe. We die.
From horoscope readings
To zodiac signs
To interpreting the location of the stars in the sky
To stumbling upon one special person
Unaware of the great impact they will have on you
Whether it will be good or bad
I am teeter-tottering on the skinny silver lining of the life I'm currently living.
I balance in bliss and blind myself from my own discontent.
Discontentment wedged itself inside the fat walls of my Daddy's wallet and
The thought that counts
I hold this dear
Regardless the gift
The intent is clear
Loving someone, has no price
Its unconditional
The night before, I dreamt of oblivion.
Alone in this world
Yelling into the void
And out of my indecision.
A mere two words prompting a connection beyond.
I walk down
the blank road,
the life I lived
behind me.
A trail that
only ghosts walk,
the empty void
within me.
Rivers flood, lakes rise, humans live, humans die.
society grows, criminals win, the earth watches, as it spins..
hero's conquer, kings adapt, rulers fall, loners detach.
Words are imporant,
Flashy or dull,
However the meaning changes,
With the way the person behaves,
Without an ear to listen,
They are only sound in a world of many,
Without a mind to comprehend,
To live on
when I am gone
thoughts that were once in my head
may always be read
thoughts that were once in my head
live on when I am dead
to live on
when I am gone
The creative langague of
flaunting words together--
each transition
a contortion of imagination
and the fantasy of reality.
These are my faithful inspirations
because words are my pearls
poetry makes it easier
the attempt of articulation of the abstract;
feelings too unfocused to figure;
emotions endlessly endeavoring for expression
My soul is overflowing.
My brain is overwhelmed.
My heart is bleeding.
Filling my veins and pouring itself through my fingertips.
Mixing with the ink on the page.
My words staring back at me.
Words flow and ebb
and I feel them
more than the others.
No pain
No color
No light
Can be heard in my words by them.
My voice is oft ignored
the letters form a web
Upon death the Spirit was born
Not heralding a crown or extravagantly adorned
The Spirit was free, and had a right to be
I'm not antisocial,
Nor do I hate people when I go away.
I actually thrive around them,
But there is a limit for me everyday.
I don't like large groups,
Unless it's a festival or concert.
Why don't I just kill myself?
Already you're worrying, letting out a moan
And Questioning my mental health
As you dial 911, Fearing that I'll soon be a dial tone
Poetry, according to Webster's decree, is
"Something that is very beautiful
or graceful",
some sophisticated art or form,
meant to make the heart feel full.
But what about Ginsberg, Bukowski, and Poe?
Meaning.
Fills life and keeps it away from despair,
And darkness that constantly fills the damp air.
Sometimes the meanings infront of your face,
And sometimes the meaning will be found in an unknown place.
Words bundled in my brain
Thoughts knocking on walls
Speech lessens the meaning
Of these thoughts in my head
To talk to someone is talking to a wall
Express yourself, they say
Years have passed, time has flown;
My heart has wandered on its own
Endlessly I sat alone,
Waiting for the day that change would come.
Here I sit, upon my throne
Built inside my failure zone;
There are places
that can never be trasversed
There are ideas
that can never be spoken
There are emotions
that can never be expressed
directly.
But every moment is a passing,
There's many things needed in order to have a meaningful life, and I don't mean a life full of achievements that make you feel like you mean something, but rather a life where meaning is found in full
Loving you was my best mistake,
a beautiful affliction.
Nothing could have prepared
me for what was to come.
You came unexpected, filling a desire I never knew I
had.
You don't know the meaning of the colors you wear.
You put them on to follow, so that everyone stares.
You emit no emotion towards that color.
No thought of it even crosses your mind.
It is not to hide, or flourish.
To live without you would be like living without water.
I thirst for your love almost every hour.
When I look into your eyes I see how green the earth is.
But it’s your smile that makes my love deepen.
Are you searching for meaning friend?
Are you coming to your bleeding end?
Do your wrists speak your bleeding mind,
telling you your purpose is hard to find?
Some say words are useless
they are inaccurate
idealizations
that never capture the true nuance of meaning
Some say words are useless
A smile
A hope
A belief
A meaning
I look to God for help but there is none
This is my time
This is my battle
I can win if I choose
Or if I work
I can lose if I let
Hello?
My heart cries out,
Lokking for something to call its own.
It draws me towards many things-
Music, Art, Boys, and Poetry
but none of those seem to fill me.
Do you stare after me
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
Hands swiping the screen
Hot, sweaty fingers ruining the perfectly delicate smooth glass shield of the device
Two pairs of eyes, feeling the burn of the blinding light
1 mississippi, 2 mississippi, 3 mississippi, 4 mississippi, 5 mississippi.
I just wasted 5 seconds of my life.
6 mississippi, 7 mississippi, 8 mississippi, 9 mississippi, 10 mississippi.
I'm determined
you can't deter me
I won't stop going like I'm fuckin furby
these irrelavent motherfuckers they can't hurt me
I have a hell of a dream
I gotta prove that I'm worthy
why,
at the age of five do I ask myself "why"?
Why does my dad tell me he has to go away for a long time?
Why am I the only one left?
Why does my mom speand so much time alone with her friends instead of me?
When all you feel is tired
And don't know where you belong
Like everything you've ever done
Is completely wrong.
How do you keep living
How do you survive
Love. One word. That has so much meaning and power behind it. I mean, I’m not even sure I know the value of it is anymore.
I thought I did.
Should I take a chance, or just fallback? I don't want to get hurt for my concern. I leave it all to God to tell me the way, but is it the right thing to do for my sake.? 01°30•15°
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...
Ugly, repulsive, boring, plain
Is what we believe others see in us.
But through filters there is nothing we gain,
It’s our own mind that creates such a fuss.
Take away the photoshop and filter,
Every day I put a mask on my face.
I pick out my flaws and try to erase
The "imperfections" our society has set.
Impossible standards that have yet to be met.
So who am I behind the mask?
I can't breatheI cant growI can't reachMy aspirations are made in desperationin the belief that if I don't change my occupationI will become nothingMy excellence is irrelevant
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
I'm just another colored kid living in the suburbs. Picket fences all around, all painted my neighbors color.
Life is difficult,
Of course it is.
Do you really expect it to be so easy?
Life is cruel,
It throws things our way,
Things we cannot prepare for,
and yet we make it through the day.
The voices in my head
Laughs and stalks
Mocking their way to my heart
My heart has a door
The key Jesus
He is who opens and locks.
The voices in my head
Laughed and stalked
Rooftop sightseeing,
while the sun goes down.
Makes my heart starts to ponder,
as the bird reaches it's high,
and the breeze of the wind embraces me,
then makes me feel the essence of positivity.
Thoughts unhinderedTravel spry, in the form of prose,Observation won't ceasewhen the world slows.
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
You are not invisible
not in any way, shape, or form.
I know you see things differently.
you dont have a "set in stone" way of thinking.
You think of evrything, possibly, too often.
Free wind
Free air
Free fall
with fear
Can't stop
Won't stop
Fall
Freely
Fall
I wish I could understand gravity...
Not scientifically
But the simplicity
Truth lies in the words we speak
Truth lies in the words we hear
Truth hides when lies are told
From today until tomorrow, years later to forever
I want to make an impact that would change the world
There are moments when we see the violence coming and no one is in sight to stop it
Change is all around.
No matter where you go you can't hide.
I have tried so many times to hide
but I always get caught.
People leave and some stay
that is the way of life.
I hate it. I hate it all.
There are things that people judge you on.
My conclusion is that their opinions are wrong.
All the bully's out there, no longer bring me despair.
In fact, I found they judge because they've never been shown whats fair.
I remember the way the filters made me look,
so beauiful and delicate, something looking brand new.
I rermember how the tilt of the camera changed the entire view,
Don't glance at me with empty eyes,
I demand that double take from fiery irises directed at laugh lines and a squinty-eyed smile.
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.
This hallowed land,
Where the ancient fell
Our ancestors, enemies
And friends
They have died upon
This hallowed land
Many tears we
Have shed
Over battles lost
With lives the cost
Seeker
Stroking waves call anon,
Restlessly seeking laughter and love
Filling this empty air
Clouds block the sun from above
Refractions of loss plunder this mirror
Timeless Time draws nigh
How can I tell you who I am?
Through the snap of a single square.
It is hard enough when face to face,
Look closer if you dare.
How can I show you who I am?
With a simple crooked smile.
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
More contrast here
A bit of saturation there
Is this an interesting way to stare?
What’s the correct stance for a bathroom pose?
Does this shirt convey my knack for prose?
It’s up to followers I suppose
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,
A 17 year old child applying for college,
built for success, wisdom, and knowledge.
A plethora of information has been deposited into him,
But due to his black skin many have trained him on a whim.
Spoiled. You can call me anything you want
But warning: you do not call me spoiled.
I mean you dont even know me.
Natural Hair, Natural Smile, No MakeupCall that #Nofilter just natural beautyMany will say why you look like thatYour response I just want to be me
I am from Teddy, the brown nosed
secret keeper,
from the heart of my impeccable savior.
I am from the impossibly high imperial
castle that protected me from countless
encounters with “el loco”.
Who am I ?
Im a young black African American teen.
The one who always gets in trouble.
Always getting locked behind bars.
Six feet in the ground.
Or a bullet wound.
Who am I ?
Who am I behind the camera? What do I see when the sun doesn’t shine on me and mask my imperfections? Who am I after I spend hours editing just to cover a few blemishes?
A shy, fragile boy;Curious to see the world.Dreams he is uncomfortablesharing with the world.Not that he is afraidof their ignorant opinions,But because he doesn't want
I see me one way.
You see me another way.
You see me:
Short with brown hair,
Thick in the legs but perfectly shaped body,
A face of an angel,
Pretty brown eyes and soft brown skin,
Look in the mirror, what do I see?
Without all my filters I feel vulnerable to it all.
A girl who has wasted far too many opportunities,
pursuing all the wrong things until she had to take that wake up call.
I am Authentic
I don't need the right lightening, or the right edit to have my picture get 1,000 likes or hearts.
I am Authentic
I'm afraid of the dark
A creeping sense of danger
I flip on the lights
There on the table
Metallic in glow
A skull of human proportions
Box it up in cardboard
Save it for another day
Without warning, it erupts.
Like a storm it takes us by surprise,
the torrent encases the strongest of wills.
We watch as our lives are torn away without want.
Screaming
scratching
clawing
What do you mean filter?
I've always been too honest for my own good.
Since I was little I never really tried to filter myself.
I was always truthful with how and who I was.
Peel them off
The false eyelashes that shoves glue in your eyes
The fake nails that break off the moment you try to have fun
One by one
Wipe it off
The lipstick that stick to your teeth
With a filter i am different
Without a filter i am me
For without a filter i am who i was meant to be
Without perfect hues and perfect color
But i am me, and not some other
I turn my face away,
gripping my cheek.
I'm sorry...
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to make you mad.
I never do,
I don't know how to make you happy.
My third eye has awakened.
It has been close for years and years.
You know when you eye has open when the mind has opened.
It can never been seen unless seen death at its strongest.
My photographic anatomy consist of
confident bones that deny filtered crutches
My four-cornered ribs cages every spoken word
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Breathe in then breathe out
Pitch black
The smell outside
Is the smell of a future
Thrown away into the depths
Tati who has wings like a blanket
and asks who loves him
who is wind and a rock and a shoulder
who is a trailblazer and an alarm clock
whose hair is like the breath of a kite,
What is money without those you love
Everyone wants grip allow me to be the glove
You wonder why the stars get coked up
While there are people struggling to get coated up
Anxiety is crippling,
Is explosive.
I attempt to hide
Under the guise of sleep.
Yet slipping into my disguise
I cannot hide-
I am sought out.
Anxiety cripples me,
I explode.
Her morning turned worse
And inside every detail would seem to radiate change
Like oiled chrome paint with unexpected comfort
The driver glimpsed ahead,
Steering down, the expanding ride,
selfies reflect us,
right?
or at least they are what
we want to be
seen as.
an edited face
a funny pose
loads of makeup
a smile.
sometimes
these are all
Jumbled nerves
tangled thoughts
calculation, manipulation
tugging cuff
take a seat
breath out
count to ten
watch their faces
blankly staring
avoid the labels attained
Baby, I've been thinking about us lately, The way I smile when I'm in your arms, How you make me feel safe and at home, I just wanted to let you know, I love you, and I don't want to live without you, so lets forget about tomorrow, Lets forget abo
Every night I will
Rise into the dark lit sky
like a flawless star
Flawless like rubies
Precious as the red bright sun
For the world to see
We are a messed up generation
We hurt the ones that love us the most
and love the people that couldn't give two shits about us
Time has warped my view as to what the word "love" really means
Some of us confuse it
Yes honey, I woke up like this
Better yet, I was born like ths
My confidence is hard to miss
I am a normal girl hiding behind a secret that i only trust a few with.
I am a country girl that likes to get down and dirty,but i am a little shy.
Do you remember the first time we met
You showed me Love that I'll never forget
As time went by me and you got real close
Behind all that editing lies a young and beautiful girl,
full of beauty and imagination
I have been told
"Where there is a will, there is a way"
When I grow old
I want to see Christ walk my way
I have been blessed with many gifts
Somehow I want to use them
First, the feelings of unworthiness
battle for domination of mind and soul
They, seemingly irrelavent, are allowed in
These do not want to be known from the outside
So they hide themselves behind a joyful face
Start the day working.
Whether it is on a car
Or on a drawing.
I work untill it is done.
Throughout my years,
I've been broken down
and I've been built up.
I've loved
and I've lost.
I've changed others
and I have changed.
I've drank
and I've smoked.
I've cried
Staring at the expressionless reflection on the other side of the mirror
Searching for the hopes and dreams and aspirations that once became me
Looking through my perilous soul
I see nothing but a toll
Is this me I see in this photo
Or just a way to fit in with a motto
Nothing ever seems the same
With filters getting all the fame
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
I am a pile of leaves waiting to be affected by the winds of time;
Scared of what the future holds.
I lay here calm and collected, my emotions trapped inside;
Bursting at the seems, my sanity is wavering.
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
People look at me,
and only see
the bad.
I do get mad,
but that's only one side of me.
Look for the key,
to see what I really am about.
However, do not be a snout.
thier is always something intresting
from the how i live every day
but for some reason every day is challenging day
i wake up not knowing what is gong to hit me
if its a curb ball or a dogde ball
I’m a content creator,
Not a content replicator,
But when I was younger I wanted nothing more than to fit in.
But when I grew up,
It turned up,
That people liked me more when I was different.
Here I am.
All alone, yet somehow surrounded, by the lights, the noise, and the all the people, so slow.
Is it slow?
i happen to not say the truth all the time
i close my eyes to escape it all
If she told you she was flawless, she would be lying through her slightly crooked teeth.
Want to hold your hand,
It's right there for me to grab,
I feel close to you,
I'd hate to see you go, don't.
My beauty is flawless
It doesn't cost more nor cost less
My beauty doesn't come from the magazines of Ebony and Essence
My beauty comes from how I grace others with my presence.
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.
I've lived in one house my entire life.
The memories vibrating in the flesh of the walls.
Flawless
wierd word twisted meaning
im flawless because of my flaws
the one every one notice
Fire happiness takes its majestic rule,
Fiction tricks are gone for now
Hours read, life slides.
Thunder thrash, smells tinker,
Muttering muzzles, gentle face
Attitude foxes whine out, "Food, Food!"
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
Life is a strange wonder. It's a difficult thing to understand.
I am a strange person. I can't understand myself.
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
Life is hard no doubt
It hits you from every side
There is no way out
Death is no option
It is for all the cowards
Those who are not strong
I thought I was the flawless in the past.
But now I realize that with the critiques and the mistakes I've made,
I am flawless with a cause.
I am flawless because I have flaws on the outside that teach me.
Once a man asked the crow,
Why I fail all the time,
Crow first laughed,
Then said Kaw - Kaw...
In our world, There isn't a word "Fail",
We crow follow nature's rule,
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
All you do is bring me down.
You told me I am ugly, a slut, a loser, and a monster.
I am no longer the moster.
I have finally learned how to accept myself, even if others despite me.
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,
Wake up hoping for a fresh new start,
but we all know that wont be the easy part.
Simple and Nice
Is what others see.
A shy little girl;
That's displayed through me.
Quiet and calm;
Like an ocean sea.
You might even hear waves,
If you listen closely.
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.
Strangers that had a past.
Enemies that had a bond.
Two seperateminds, two seperate hearts.
Trying
Failing
Hurting
The force grows stronger
But it never touches.
Civil War of the heart.
I was fifteen before I realized that no one could ever love me as much as I loved me
And a revelation of poetic, creative, fertile ideas were released inside of me
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
Sometimes life seems too hard for me
And I don't care to carry on
I feel like it has beat me down
And wrote death's sweet song
People try and figure me out
But they can't find whats wrong
To strive and hold is what matters most
The love we have sometimes hard to control
We can fight and argue all day long
But in the end we know whom we belong
Life is road heading to bliss...
Some times smooth, sometimes rough.
Sometime sad sometime joy...
Don't give up hope in middle of road,
Stage by stage, good or bad,
Life isn't what I thought, It's full of mystery...
Too fast and short, too bad too good,
Different people different manners,
Too hot too cold, too lively too dull,
Who am I really?
The true me isn’t wounded so tightly to a chair on wheels just to get from place to place. But walks everywhere with such confidence and strength.
The true me doesn’t face new obstacles but new challenges.
I don’t know if I’ll be remembered
As a great anything or a terrible something
More likely I’ll be forgotten in time
Reduced to great-great-great grandma
And a footnote in my family's history
My eyes take in the devastation,
The damage, destruction, desolation.
No noise
Except a chilling, piercing silence.
Then,
A scream,
Quiet mourning for the dead.
Despair settles in,
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,
All I did was love you
While you snuck out and gave your love to another
But all she wanted was your money
And now look who's the sucker
After you made me sign that waiver
Mirrors tell the truth, you see
They are blunt and honest, the worst but best kind too
It's hard trying to see yourself when it's impossible too.
You can't count on people's words either.
Family…
The definition of it: is a group of persons who came from the same ancestor
Sadly though no one wants a family anymore
From the generation that has now been born
love is nothing to pease
war is death to us all
between god an angels the war is small
to us love is all
peace inposible
war always untll we are dmned
etween devils and god we're left for dust
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,
Break away from everything.
Are you aware of whom you are?
Remember when you were little and you knew
Exactly what you wanted in life?
You look at me with empty eyes
The filter removed, no longer bearing the pain of lies
Creative
Trapped in by no faith
Art
Never to be seen by my own
Hope
Lost before myself
Is it true what everyone say
I'm shy ,quite, lonely,sad
Or is it just they don't know
I am way more I am a girl that
Is strong that been though a lot
But still bouncing back
The outside doesn't matter,
Even if you are a bit fatter.
What counts is what is on the inside
Please, don't be shy.
Shout, scream, yell it all out
Show them what you are capable of.
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
As I stare at the deep blue sea
I think of you and me
I hear the wind whispering in my ear
The love story that is near
My Aztec warrior we meet again
Right on this earth were we first met
what's the point of waking up each day
when you know all you'll get is torment and life's one true love has flown away?
just to see sunshine
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.
When I first laid eyes on your goregous caramel skin, round brown eyes, and cheeky smile
I nearly fainted
And so did my parents
I could not keep this love a secret
I would not have it
What is life?
Does it exist in the form of a blooming flower?
Beauty and happiness dripping from its petals
Does it exist in the form of a child?
Ignorance and bliss keeping horrors away
The richest love
from deep within
trapped in the catacombs
and left to die
Lives longer,
Shines brighter,
Than these tedious old lies
Meant for nothing more
than to keep you satisfied
Do you think she knows?
The way she moves,
Giggling-groveling-grooving
She cares too much of who approves.
Do you think she knows?
How she makes the world turn,
Living-loving-leaping,
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,
I rarely see shooting starsPlenty of airplanes have crossed airways above me,But they just don’t do it for me.Being man-made birds make any possible wishes on them seem materialistic.
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
Silent and still in her darkness she observed
The lights glowing in her milky way growing disturbed.
The stars jarred and jerked
Though their brilliant burn seemed all the same from planet Earth.
I wish I could share
with you
the euphoria I get when
I’m really,
really high
on life.
It feels as if I’m apart from my body.
It’s like a million birds singing with me,
You wear a mask like me.
We can both see it,
But neither of us have the courage to say it.
You always go above and beyond for me:
You sacrificed your time
To relieve my pain
Living behind the curtain of the perfect girl is tough
Not telling anyone what is actually going on is tough
I've been through a lot in my short lifetime
A few years ago my best friend called me a slut behind my back
A girl with curls one may observe,
but She has feelings, you see,
as strong as a nerve.
I'm a laugherI'm a comedianI'm a jokester
I'm a loverI'm compassionateI'm a hugger
I'm a realistI'm a black womanI'm a journalist
I’m not who you think me to be;
I’m not a sweet innocent girl,
waiting or searching for love.
I’m not a delicate little flower,
waiting to bloom.
Have it your way.
Or instead, let’s do it my way.
Leaving you, to suffer, to fail, and
To die.
Leaving you to run into your own
Enigmatic maze.
Who am I? Who are you?
A mirror.
I am you. I am the reflection of you. The true you. Your heart. Your soul. Your inner being. Your every essence. You have an indelible presence.
When your emotions are bottled up,
Sealed away beneath the depths of your heart
And past your soul,
It makes you feel saddened,
No one has ever tried to search that deep
To find what you really are,
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
A knife through your heart, they tell you how you feel.
A smile on your face, they tell you what to say.
One more dish on the counter, you better do what you’re told.
One more load in the washer, you better get a job.
A knife through your heart, they tell you how you feel.
A smile on your face, they tell you what to say.
One more dish on the counter, you better do what you’re told.
One more load in the washer, you better get a job.
Why follow a crowd?
Never have fit in with a pack.
I've always taken the " small leap of faith" so they say.
Natural hair? Psh I've dyed my hair so many colors natural isn't even an option anymore!
You can’t see me?
Good
I don’t want you to.
I stand behind this curtain
Behind this wall
So I am away from you
From your judgment
Because you don’t know who I am.
I am a great person
What’s said is done for you
I have no control over me
What’s said, what’s said
I have no life of mine
Dreams dreamt, time passes
All I’ve done is to please you
No life for me but to serve you
Who am I? Am I my Own
Or one to live your own?
Locked inside, kept away
Where is this place I try?
--Try to reach out? In the distance,
--Where I see a glow?
Shut out, shunned from
The world is filled with upset teens
Burdened with the pressure of perfection.
Always striving to be lean,
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?
Yes I am flawless, from the color of my skin to the brown glow in my eyes. I am a soaring bird, who always flies. Obstacles stand hand to hand waiting for a perfection to come on their land.
Reasons why I am flawless:
I am not. I have a dead rose garden buried in my body and a barbed wire fence around my heart.
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
Breathe in
Breathe out
The exhale is a gust
blowing the pain of depression out
Bulimia catch the tale wind leave me please
No you bring me
right back to the beginning
Momma don't drink
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
Two sides of the same coin
yet so different
one puts a religious front
and the other a complete non believer
mother and father wouldnt approve
thanks to them my curtain is locked
fool proof
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
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
Grasping his cold, calloused hand tightly,
My throat squeezed itself even tighter.
I looked up with cloudy eyes and fading hope.
His eyes glazing with his own tears, he said my name.
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.
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,
When I was born,
I was born as myself.
A unique little girl,
Unlike anyone else.
I was one of a kind,
Someone very special.
I was in charge of my life,
The queen of my own world.
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
The angel of death is so very wise,
because the angel of death
has taken so many lives.
So many husbands,
so many wives.
To death do us part
but the love stays alive.
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
my room is crowded with feelings,
and all i feel is alone.
my family and friends, they just pretend
that this house was ever a home
my mother, she really does love me.
she's the one who tends to my wounds.
The moment of silence lasted till noon
We all agreed that he was taken too soon
Some call it a tragedy
But our lives are not Shakespeare
And Death is no Bard
So what sense can you give me?
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
When skies were always of a blue
In times when I knew love was in me,
When I was young and filled with joy,
The world seemed beautiful and good,
I loved a girl, and she loved me,
Living While Winning
Life with barriers your losing,
Life with insecurities your losing.
Rai, that's my name
To some its only a three letter word
To others its a foreign name
Traditionally it means lightning, or thunder, or even trust
But it means something special to me
I am scared and alone
I wonder what death feels like
I hear snickers and whispering at all times
I see hatrd in the mirror
I want to be numb
I am scared and alone
I pretend that I am happy
“The Prosecution Rests”
This room gets smaller by the second. I swear that my winter-wear was
underestimated. It seems cool when you’re on the outside, but as soon as
Just because you're alive,
Doesn't mean you are living.
Not even if you shout,
Or your feet keep moving.
Living is more,
Then just a daily chore.
Embrace it,
Love it,
Stop making it a bore.
EMBRACE LIFE
Everything Happens for a reason
You can go through bad things or Good things
If you go through bad things
Just Embrace it
If you go through Good things
Though your pain, can last a while
Sometimes, you just fake a smile.
Doing things you shouldn’t,
And you originally wouldn’t.
I find myself thinking
why so many people
look to have fame,
to have money
to feel accepted.
i used to think that way
that i would be happy
looking the wrong way
i was unhappy
To Dad, the man who raised me so well,
And picked me up every time that I fell
Who taught me respect and not to talk back,
Using a strong dose of parenting, and a hint of slack.
I'm coming out, that is my destiny
To rise above what I call home,
To rise above what Society calls poverty
I am a young woman, destined for the symphony of success
I control my fate, and yet...
We give meaning to every word in the english language.
Love is connotated to a cliched valentine's gift,
I know not your name or your face
Nor you mine beyond the words on a page
Yet
it is my hope that one day
you might call me a friend,
an enemy,
your sister,
and even your lover.
Imagine a train station-
Bustling with people-
Crammed with bodies and breath,
Eyes looking towards the ground-
Avoiding those whom are pressed against them in every direction,
I matter
Not because I’m white
Not because I’m female
Not because I’m rich
Because I am a human being
Every word and opinion I express is important to me
Ducks are ducks
trees are trees
what is not here
is bothering me
Quacks are quacks
seas are nothing but simple seas
this poem is really bothering me
what is this really?
Our art has no real meaning behind it
And if you ask us, we’ll say
“I made what I wanted, you tell me why”
Then we’ll leave it with you for a collection of dimes
So carry it off, this piece of culture emulated
Poetry is beautiful
It has meaning
It has feelings
It is strong
It can be loud
It can be quiet
But like everything else
Poetry and poems
Come to an end...
like this,
For all we know, we could have died years ago.
Our sleepless, immobile bodies floating around, waiting to be kissed by the Earth to start over and begin a new life.
For all we know, life is one big dream.
Are the words I speak nothing more to you?
Are they just a hollow shell,
Or do they carry their weight
Through heaven and hell?
For you it may seem
Hard to uncover.
But for me it's easy,
Friends
meaning of friend
has it changed over time
has it lost its value
look at your friends
are they what you would call a friend
the old english meaning is to love
You are told on a daily basis, 'I love you!', from your parents, your loved ones, friends, siblings.But what is the real meanig behind those three words?
When leaving any place, you are physically and emotionally different.
Your essence ever changing
“The past is part of who you are” they say-
But who picks which part of your past shapes you? Defines you?
Dense
black
sky
stars
drip
in
from millions
and millions
of miles
away.
From here
Rain drops on the pond,
Their tiny little ripples that stir the water in curious patterns.
Oh, how I love to watch the rain.
Maybe our lives are like those itty bitty rain drops,
We as blacks
Grew up with the struggle of the nation on our backs
Being told that the skin that is attached to our bodies
are a curse to our soul
We believe that being different makes us a queer in our "group"
Poetry, is anything the truth?
A lie isn't a lie and to die isn't to die.
A thing is another.
If someone stands for someone else
does the second someone sit?
Life becomes Meaning
Less than it does not.
Life has Less
Meaning if it does.
Which pole should you choose?
Neither.
You are your meaning.
You do not have the -Less.
What if I became a philosopher?
Would it change me and open my mind?
Will it teach me more than I have learned in high school?
I long to understand the minds of many popular people
What is black and sometime color...
Always escaping from everyone...
Never the right thing...
So meaningful...
Yet so plain?
What is this mysterious thing...
Always used...
It is the peak of a mountain
Looking out onto the snow covered waves of rock
Inhaling the clean crisp air
As a single bald eagle soars above
It is the clear night sky uneffected by ambient light
They asked me to measure my life in a glass
Determine the worth and state it in halves
To cut up the moments and bind every scrap
Together in leather and draw up a map
roses are red
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
if only you were too
youve sreded my heart
like it was paper thin
you crumpled my soul
like a can made of tin
If Time passes like the wind
is it really that Important?
If people die every day
do their lives even mean a thing?
Why are we even here
if we will just pass away someday?
Why are we existing
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,
Life is a glasshalf full of something or otherYet empty of something elseAnd no one can quite agree on whichOr remember that reallyIt’s all the sameBecause life is a glass half empty of time
You call me ya nigga
Well, check this out
If I’m your nigga I can’t be your homie
If I’m ya nigga I can’t be your man
If I’m ya nigga I can’t even be your friend
Not because I don’t want to
an exhausted skelleton
merely clanking, rotting bones
huming hushed whispered memories
walking along this dark enclosed tunnel
lost and forgotten
the purposes
the motivation of continuing
it's just an opinionwho's a princess or notmy vote tips the balanceso give it a shoti see that you're lovelybeyond all comparewith ruby red lipsand long curling hairyou might be a princess
He called her ugly.
He believes she is ugly.
He hurts her.
He is ugly.
She is beautiful.
She is strong.
She loved him.
He is ugly.
An unanswered question
Haunts us for generations
But no one knows why
We start to question
But find no precise answer
If we think too long
Hoped for its' exit
The students
Walk down the hallway
And toss the
Vagrant's gold
On the ground
Meanwhile
The man leans
On his broom
And eyes humanity
With a sordid look
exactly how fair does it seem
to be put in this world with hopes and dreams
to use every day gaining possessions
telling lies, truths, and confessions
finding some miraculous things
I'm looking at my cat
She's peacefully sleeping
She's getting kind of fat
And each eye a little peeping
It came upon me like a shadow
and the whispers that followed said,
"Delirium -- thank God." Thank God:
it was only delirium. No;
it wasn't.
It was the music –
Everyday in class I try to understand,Life's big picture that is so grand.To my English teacher,The curtains are black-blueBecause the author wants them to.This feeble talk of meaning has put me down under.
I realize it is this skin!
For some unspoken words it is this skin
Does it bare a mark of ancestral sin?
How when they built this country on their bakcs and tears and blood.
I hate this, loathe it with a passion.
Why must I write an essay on something that means nothing to me.
When I write I offer you a part of me,
please let me give you a part that matters.
Dark, cold, alone.
Sitting here, waiting.
Waiting for what? Not sure myself.
The sun rises, and gives me hope.
Hope for a better day. A new beginning.
But that hope is empty. Meaningless.
. . . As of now I'm sitting here in my bedroom thinking
Of the truth behind the lies and the games
It's such a shame that I'm hurting deep within of the bones that hold my frame
What is there to do now but to wait . . . .
If I say anything, would you be shocked that I spoke? Yes I may be quiet and shy but what is the problem? I just don't have much to say...why judge? Why judge the fact that I'm quiet? Would you like for me to speak as loud as the eyes could see.
Screaming at the top of your lungsBlasting the speakers all the way upEvery emotion in every songIt's impossible to get enoughMelodies of understandingLyrics sing the truthMusic filled with feeling
Metamorphosis
A change throughout time and age
Parting ways with old
Onward to the life
That you have always wanted
Goodbye to the old
Different outlook
“I like you,” she says
“You are a very good girl. You are my friend.”
I can only smile and nod my head,
Not knowing quite what to say.
She continues,
“I have something on my mind
There's a girl I knew
Who wore a curtain over her face
That blurred the person underneath
And stole her precious personality
She lived on cloud 9
In a house made of broken hearts
As a look in the mirror, I stare back at my reflection
I see the picture of a troubled man;
Searching to find and gaze at a portrait of redemption.
His vision is fogged; amid dim depression and loss of understand.
Don't mind me here,
i'll wait for your pass.
I'll wait for your sand
to empty the glass.
What's with that face?
You look at me strange.
I've just been waitin'
for diligent mange.
Words are made of feelings,
A breeze on a summer night.
Words are made of real things,
Fire from a candlelight.
Piled together... just words?
Or something a little deeper?
With each stroke and drip of paint there is emotion ...
There is a message
By seducing the canvas with paint I am portraying some presage
I want to be seen, I want to be heard
I want people to think
Are you real?
Are you honestly here for me?
Always by my side?
Forever my shepherd guide?
My mom tells me to pray,
We all want to fall in love. Why?Because that experience makes us feel completely alive,where every sense is heightened,and every emotion is magnified.Our everyday reality is shattered
It passes without warning and we know it never stops.We people keep on living without a single thought.
We can't see it pass.It's not like looking through glass.
I. First-light
Eyes fly open and I light up a cigarette.
Check to see…yep, still there. I slowly unfurl
My cramped wings, the slow rustle of feathers
In trying to be honest but not to open i'll just say im not so good with words so when on that first day i put pen to paper and let my emotions speak for themselves.
Words are only words until one makes them have meaning-- Life is just a life until one finds their meaning. Mine is built with wondrous words that decorate my being and capture my soul into a world of letters.
What exactly does poetry mean to me?
When I believe it’s a totally different world to see
Where you express your deep thoughts in words to please
Your wandering mind that must be set at ease.
Dreaming
Wanting
Achieving
Poetry gives me meaning
It inspires me
Poetry in music
Gets me through the day
It's the reason I am breathing
It's the reason I am going to college
We fear rejection, we want attention, We crave affection and dream of perfectionWe wanna screw life; penetrationBut shes screws us over; procrastination In the end we end up jerking ourselves; masturbation
Have you ever stood on the edge of a cliff?
Have you ever looked over a precipice?
Did you feel strong and tall?
Or did you feel small and weak?
Have you ever stared into the night sky?
I fear that as I grow older,I am not so much getting wiser,But rather, imaginativeIn hiding my lack of knowledge.
The Point
Expressing myself
with words
words of pain
words of joy
words of love
Expressing myself
The point is-
There is no point
I do what I feel
Dang, were do I begin
Should I start the story of my sin?
Maybe thats too broad but here I go
Im not your average 18 year old you know
Once upon a time a few years ago
I was a bad kid, stuck on the below
Oh wind, Oh ocean
Take me away
To the darkest of the waters
Where my bad thoughts can decay
Oh wind, Oh ocean
Tell me who to be
Tell me that I am here
And not lost at sea
Oh wind, Oh ocean
child open your eyes
"no i mustn't, I can't"
please child open your eyes
" no, if I open my eyes
I shall see corruption
hatred and ignorance
lust and pain
disease and death
pitiful problems
I was born in a day
when the hate and the pain
was to much to retain
any memories gained
I mean guns and hoes
is what run the shows
and when a gun came round
every body done struck a pose
Life ends death last forever
Life is like a spring and death is the river
Life is the caretaker but death is the deliver
Life will leave you but death will stay forever
Time waits for no one
It is sand without limits
Covering the surface of life
Our tribulations are like the stone
The ocean beats against
The echoes of sound
The dawn of a beginning
Time, born a stubborn son of the universe, its own laws does it solely obey
For though so readily minutes may pass, and hours dismissed
Like the sun at once emits ‘goodbyes; ‘hellos’, with one soft ray
Fire escapes are
useless
—until there’s
a fire.
But what is
a fire?
Is it just that
spark from a match?
Chasing the banner
But the race never ends
I manage a smile, engage in banter
Yet there is turmoil deep within
I have a fire, an eternal flame
That refuses to burn out
Oh, to find the slumber and peace that eludes me with every twist and bend of these unfamiliar streets
I'm the sheltered homeless beneath the glass future that breaks more each second
When all we could see was black and white
those memories we all hold onto so tight
for those people that nothing could ever go right
you're struggles were worth it
I walk along the quiet beach,
Soft, white sand beneath my toes.
My mind is empty, void of thought
Except of seashells on the ground.
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
