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It’s hard to sit here and figure out what we were,
Because the past few years have kind of all turned into a blur.
I know we weren’t lovers, but I also don’t think we were just friends,
Yes this is really me, really us
And I still have the graphic tees
And the white tube socks
And all the other things we never wear anymore
All the other things that collect dust in the closet
Is the sky blue?
Is the rain loud?
Or is all going down in your world of make believe?
Are you in a fantasy?
Is the sky blue?
Is the rain loud?
Or is all going down in your world of make believe?
Are you in a fantasy?
You're in love that I've heard?
Oh, does he know that you have scars,
That highlight the truth, imprisoned in bars?
Ah! Maybe the luckygirl have got her wild card.
She was born of woman as a word,
swaddled in question marks but cooed
with answers - statements of soothing reassurance
So .....
What makes these stupid blacks
think that crime and selling crack
will get them out the ghetto ?
What makes these fools think that ?!?
And ......
Dear God,
Why have you made me this way?
What is the purpose?
You say that those like me;
We are to burn.
You don’t make mistakes,
Where does my soul touch my body? When I’m hurt why do I cry?
What does it mean to be human? Do we even catch God’s eye?
Our time on earth is short; we’re born, we live, we die.
The questions pop up like fireworks
Sparks flying out
I cover my face, evading them
while fire licks the dark sky
I push my hand over my ears
I don't want to see, to think
It hurts, my head straining
“Read between the lines”
But there is nothing between, or underneath
No secret message, hidden code,
Or meaning
I have a task at hand
I must get it done
My mind cannot help
But wander
This little part, our corner
Our little dot in the galaxy
We’ve made something for ourselves, didn’t we?
A Year Alone
I chose to go
To somewhere that was quite unknown
Whole new ideas
I had never heard
Ways of thinking I thought were absurd
And all my thoughts?
How do you write something happy
that's also good?
My efforts always seem to fall short
when I attempt to write
about how the sun feels
on my skin,
because that skin contains scars
For thy Questions
I call to thy art whom made heaven and earth
is the earth heaven or hell
I remember being youngcareless, not a worry in the world
I was so happyI was that kid running aroundtrying to race everyone
never feeling alone
Do I want
It?
23, responsibility free
Single? (possibly ready to mingle)
Five years master (double major)
Beautiful disaster, double the wager
As people, we’re always judgmental
Some of us pick on others
Until that person is dismantled
I hate that this is a dog eat dog world
Where is the positivity for the boys and girls?
I hate the way she looks;
But I want to look just like her.
Her olive skin and dark hair,
Her hips that curve wider and wider.
But that’s her not me.
She’s fake but I’m not good enough either.
Why is it that people are so afraid of change?
Do they actually find a sense of comfort in the prosaic and predictable?
How is that a way to live?
Is it even a way to live?
Why assume I am always busy with work?
Why assume you are bothering me?
Why are you acting like everything is bright ignoring the darkness?
Why can’t you confess you suck at communication?
What do we do when we are not okay inside and
Everyone around us doesn’t notice and
Make it worse.
What do we do when it hurts inside and
It is too deep to fix and
We can’t ask for help.
Humanity knows nothing, and everything is a question, from the insignificant to the minutely less insignificant, like why did I have a bad day, and why does the universe exist.
I've lived here all my life,
Some people have lived and many died.
I write to you, not because I'm bored,
But I've lived here 17 years,
Never have I met my landlord.
I have many questions,
If I were to whisper into the depths of the deepest soul,
Would my voice be heard?
Should I venture into the darkest crevice of human spirit,
Would I be lost?
Dear Love of My Life.
You have my heart
yet not my name
You have my love
but not yet gained
Nothing works
words escape my mind and leave me with nothing
i can’t control it anymore
noone believes me about how far gone it is
oh no
they say to stop
and do what
nothing
Did you finally find /your heart— /so vivid and crisp /when last we saw it? /Is it a red wine now, /found at room temperature /in your creaking cellar /where you store the things /you’re afraid to face at night?
To Missense
I only write letters to family
though estranged,
that you still are,
after all
You’ve run in the blood
Openness. What do we need? Is it good? Is it bad? Or is it simply a method for us to expand. Allowing us to give our enemies a sharper knife. What are we to know. What are the intentions? The reasons? The wishes?
Is God just an illusionIs religion just an institution?People say the deadare looking down on usI wish it were truebut don't the deadhave better things to do?Are they still a part of this world?
I see u's,
I see n's,
I see faces.
They seem to tell a story,
but they advocate
none of the true.
It all seems real
until you see the flash.
The flash of force
It's 12:07AM here. I'm thinking about howSome people can listen to laughs in a sea of sadness yet not feel happy for them or marry a heart of blackness after they've already found a rare golden gem. I'm thinking about how A stitch in time saves ni
It feels like yesterday
It all happened to quick
I cry from it still
Why did you have to go
So young
So bright
So handsome
So sweet
The pain to know
To listen, or not to listen? That is the question
Whether it is right to listen to the sound of others
Following what they believe to be of sound mind
Or to take a stand for one's own thoughts,
Life that is without direction,
Without thought.
People that lead without choice,
Without reflection.
Those who experience true feeling,
Will you still love me
When I am not capable to bear children?
Will you still love me
I feel the end is near.10 minutes till the credits.Unused film on the ground.There are no more edits.
By all means,It was a great movie.From the mysterious beginning,To the ending that threw me.
Why did you do this to me?
Why did you crush all my hopes?
You took all my hard work
And threw it to the ground
Like it meant nothing.
Do you hate me or something?
Why do you hate me?
One thought: I get one search each day.
I search and search in hope of that simple thing:
The privilege to love, and the honor of being loved
By another.
Lay in bed
Sleeping time is finally here
Just ready to pass out
Forget the world
Ready to dream
Scavenger
Day and Night
Daunting dawns
High Noon, Low Noon
Dust to dust, til the end
No place like home
No home to begin with
Traveler
Perhaps on a mission
You don't really know
What words are worth
Until you live them out
The words at first seem fleeting
Until you take them seriously
until that promise keeps echoing in your head
and you wonder
What's the most important part of the outfit?
For some it is the shoe, the shirts, the hair
But for me, it won't simply be found anywhere.
You can't buy it in a store,
Nor have it tailored.
Mommy, where's daddy?
Mommy, what does the word "divorce" mean?
Mommy, what's our new address?
Mommy, what do the dreams mean?
If only He made me a beautiful nymph,
Though I do not mean to question my existence,
But I do.
You know who I love,
What and who I want to love,
As who I am for that lover,
I know it isn't cold,
But perhaps my hands are.
Yes they are fingerless,
Which makes no sense to you.
But the cold is not the reason I wear them.
I wear the gloves for safety,
What blooms in a cold heart?
What is lost to a new day?
What does it mean to be right?
Which love plays a bigger part?
Which name makes you want to stay?
Which is the wrong time for might?
What happens after I am happy,
I'm energetic and alright.
I'll be happy for a while,
Not tiered at all,
Keeping myself up,
With these ideas of joy and love.
This is my state of mania perhaps,
Why???
The globe is big, and heavy
Noone can carry it on their own.
But when I walk out into it
I feel like i’m alone
Why me?
The sky exposes my melancholy and distress,
I won't be the girl next to you in a white dress.
Why did you ruin our dreams?
Perhaps it was a nighmare in reality and woke you up in screams.
Don't ask me if I want to be X.
I will be what I desire.
If I wanted to be a boy,
Don't you think I would be?
If I wanted to be a musician,
Then that wouldn't be a mystery.
If I wanted to be skinny
Angel of darkness
Marksman within nothingness
Life’s ending cession
Ever watching life’s play park
Tribute to the angel shark.
Ending is beginning
Who are you curiously reading this poem of mine, a hundred years from now?
Will you be able to evaporate into a whole other universe
Will my present be a ripple in your now,
I never understood
the love in your eyes,
the way your you held me
in your arms,
or the sweet whispers
of your love for me.
I just couldn't grasp it,
even if it was placed
What do I need?
What do I want?
What is a need?
Something important?
Something vital?
Something?
I need food
I need shelter
I need...
Friends?
What do I need?
What do I want?
What is a need?
Something important?
Something vital?
Something?
I need food
I need shelter
I need...
Friends?
My Lord My savior
My breath the marrow of my bones
the thing i can't live without
He's worth more than gold, persuasive words, & status
My comforter in midst of unbearable pain, broken promises and shame
Past or Future?
Optimism or Pessimism?
Trust or Skepticism?
Right or Wrong?
Why limit ourselves to a mere two choices?
Why ruin ourselves with the simple?
"Happy?"
"Sad?"
"Okay?"
I came upon Life as I crossed the street in calm serenity
I was reposed, and she composed, in hushed tranquility.
Is it the way the breeze feels on the skin
On a hot day, when you just feel it within
Is it a child's smile? So innocent and Undeniable
Or is it something unmeasurable? Something that's naked and unable.
Dusky days waiting for moonlight;
White flowers lost in teardrops of a bleeding heart;
Ladders crumbling to dust;
Hidden inscriptions of shadows;
Fragile pieces of sky,
Stuck in strands of cobwebs;
baby girl I see you got the finest ass too bad you ain't got no class your lack of education shows desperation you seek for fame instead of self gratification.
Am I an object?
A ragdoll that you’ll play with and throw away.
It happens to other girls,
What makes me think it won’t happen to me?
Does pain really cease?
Or is it a mere conformity?
Does darkness provide ease?
Or simply consume the light we no longer see?
Have you ever felt
like your skin is too tight?
like your blood is cold
or boiling?
have you ever felt
like you are suffocating?
Where did it begin?
Glances exchanged.
Two lovers unaware of what God has arranged.
Interests shared, along with stories of the past.
Moments became years and the relationship was meant to last.
She asked Him
a question
which was an interesting one
it was just that
suppose if He had not
met Her in His life
what would He have
felt missed in His life?
I’ve questions upon questions.A quest just to find the answers.And I still have yet to head back home.The Valley is where I live,Where all the questions lie.The answers,
How can one word define infinite possibility.
How can one sentence define a future. If it were up to me
I would write a book.
A feature length film.
A memoir on the lives of each of us.
One thing that was said is that I was wrong
Not understanding why this came about
Haven’t heard something like this in so long
Saying all these things they wanted all out
Maybe I'm unlucky
Maybe I'm dumb
Maybe I'm second
Maybe she's the one
Maybe I Lie
Maybe it's not love
Maybe is too much
Maybe I have some other things
to think of.
How can I be sure?
He says he loves me,
but does he truly mean it?
How do I know?
What is love anyway?
Is love the way he holds my hand,
or how he says my name?
Hello Charles. I'm not going to call you grandpa becayse I've never met you, and I haven't always heard the best things about you. But if I could, I would give you the chance to explain yourself.
There are many ways that I can define me
My major, my gender, or my history.
Lets start simple, something easy.
My major is definitive, it's Biology.
I am a scientist at heart, a studier of the sea,
A lady came up to me today,
She had lost both breasts
With soul in her eyes she spoke of a savior.
Naive promises of saccharine salvation and loving embraces
Coated her tongue.
"It’s too good to be true"
You never asked me
What my favorite color was,
What my favorite food is,
What my favorite flowers were
You only asked me questions like:
"Why is the sky blue?"
She would love to know the time of night that the life in her heart walked away
The smoke from the tip of my cigarette pencils an abstract art on the air.
I remember childhood like it was yesterday,
What does it take to end the pain
What does it take to care for others
What does it take to put down the razor
What does it take to care for yourself
What does it take to change yourself
Thoughts keep rolling in and out of my mind like kids hyped up suger
On a day to day basis I keep thinking to myself,
What is Good? What is Evil? What is Love? What is Happiness? What is Peace? What is War? What is Life? What is Death? What is Destiny? What is Fate? What is Kindness?
So, we sit
We wait
What now?
The smooth, seductive sound
Of the blues swim around us
The intoxicating moods that shift all around
I look at you
You look at me
You are not my puppeteer
I have feelings, emotions
Thoughts
I can feel pain
I can speak on my own
I can love the people I chose to love
I am not bound by strings
Thoughts unhinderedTravel spry, in the form of prose,Observation won't ceasewhen the world slows.
I was wondering...
1. Do I really only have two followers who are interested in talking to me?
2. Do I not post enough?
3. Do I seem like a nuisance?
4. Am I one?
What is it like to be happy?
What does it mean to have a mental illness?
What if I have a mental illness?
What is depression?
As if there'll ever be,
As if they could one day see.
Who am I, only the one before your eye.
Yet no one must know if the deepest secret is true.
Is there meaning beside the running river water?
Is there meaning within the giant Solaris in the sky?
Is there meaning beneath the grass, beneath the sod
or the dirt, which is brown, cold, and old? If I claw
Raw as can be, I sit on my chair,feeling,although I don't like to be felt.
My head hurts from thinking too much aboutthe undeniablefuture.
Don't you get it? I'm not okay I'm not just tired I'm not fine I'm not good My life is not great Don't you get it? You need to understand that you don't know everything
Why am I here?
Why is there fear?
Why do I feel this pain?
Why do I choose to remain?
Why do I cry these tears of blood?
Why do they just fall in puddle of mud?
Why do I write?
There’s never a day we go without social network
Social sites create many ways for people to make friends
“Double tap for a TBH”- Instagram, Retweet for a S/O- twitter
Remembering the time
when i wanted to get older,
thought things would be a lot easier
as I`ve seen grown ups do their own way.
As my height grows inch by inch,
clothes I wear changed day by day.
I gave up a lot
To pursue this love
But now it seems
That I was blind and dumb
I dedicated my life
My entire childhood
To pursue a dream
The world is so weird now, I always ask myself the obvious things.
Why is this difficult? Or how could you be so sane?
Love me just one time
no more motions and heart crimes
no more potions and dinner dimes
Wolves in sheep wool.they climb over walls and breach the inner sanctum.infiltration of the darkest depth in your ocean,your seas of troubles are seen and screened.the poor souls don’t even know.
Today I say good morning to the sun!
Usually it is the sun that wakes me up every single day.
But today is special...
At six a.m. it is I smiling down as the Sun
Stirred from his deep, deep slumber.
Darkness isn't always bad.
Darkness doesn't make you mad
Darkness isn't always wrong
It shouldn't be feared upon.
It is a normal phenomenon in our world
*This is not written to offend anyone at all, and if it does I am truly sorry*
To find my path
Round and round we go
time continually moving through an infinite loop
of truths and experiences prove that
we are not as used to to the unforseen movement of reaity
How can you judge someone
when you do not know them
How can you call someone fake
when you do not know the real them
How can you criticize someones writing
when you never read it
There is nothing wrong with asking a question
But before you begin, allow me to answer some of the more common ones
My scarf does not show regression
And yes, I know I look like a nun
I have plenty of hair
How I would love to love a scientist
of curious mind and dazzled eyes
which seek understanding of complexities
in order to bask in their impossible beauty
for they understand the statistical significance
A day recedes, I'll chase down one more nightA lamed and hobbling Spring tries to outrun the tideof all the misspent monthsand all this wasted time
Setting and wondering while light walks slowly
Does it walk slowly or fly by to suddenly
Are qualities born or made and if there made why do some just look within there reach
Forbidden crystals
And possibilities within
Soaring through the questions
Revealing secrets to wanderers
Unknown colors and shapes
Where paradise awaits
Adventures unfolding
what is it that defines us?
our bodies, our minds,
our hearts, our busts,
our victories, our finds?
can we change?
our views, our thoughts,
the loves, the hates,
our destiny?
I am
A ship without a captain.
I tread water quietly, lap-ping at my sides
It pushes and pulls me softly...
Calmly I sway in the direction the water calls,
Just as I always have.
what is wrong,
what is right?
who am i,
who are you?
how do i know what i see is real,
and how do i know that you are you?
and if i could snap my fingers
and clap my hands
and nod my head
and stomp my feet
or say a word
and make anything happen
I'd make a change
Death is not a beautiful thing.
It's terrifying.
Just the though of it makes my heart quicken.
What lies beyond, deep into the abyss.
These walls are too white
These lights are too bright
What am I doing with my life?
I could be out there
In the warm summer air
Where has my courage gone?
Eternally silent you stare past the clouds,
Eternally questioning I stare past them too,
Only difference is,
You can see me,
But I can’t see you.
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,
Should I stay,
Should I go,
Should I pray,
Even for a foe?
Should I walk,
Should I run,
Should I talk,
Show my ideas a little sun?
Should I stand tall,
Should I crumble and weep,
Have you ever considered the mind of a fish?
Whether he laments his glass imprsonment
And dreams of swimming in the ocean?
Have you ever pondered the state of a house?
They Come at Dawn
Groaning, screeching, yelling
They jolt the boards
Clawing like savage beasts
They Come at Dawn
Groaning, screeching, yelling
They jolt the boards
Clawing like savage beasts
Going through so much
Day in......Day out.... fatigue overwhelms my emotions
When does it stop?
Did I cause this or bring it upon myself?
When starting out
We are like a cocoon
All wraped up in love
Blind to our surroundings
As time goes on we start to break free
We find out that our cocoon of love
Was never what it seemd
You want change you say,
and here you all are preaching it.
Preaching it to please. Please who?
Yourselves? Pu-lease.
Oh, oh, oh! I'll change lives.
Timeless Stone
An ageless face
Carved under sunlight,
Ripened by moonlight.
A tasteless taste
I’m so sick of biting my tongue
Walking on eggshells around you
You and I used to be so close
Now I can’t even stand you
I want so much to let you go
But we’ve been friends for so long
Change, everything is constantly changing.
We need to change the issue of bullying.
People are dying, children are crying,
yet still there's hate.
When will the world see that something needs to be done.
Humans are such liars.
We talk about how much we want honesty among us, but then we turn around and lie to the very same people we told that to.
What would be the price of a life?
How would one measure the price of a life?
Would it be based on the physical condition and the person's appearance?
Or on their personality?
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
To the one that has gathered us all here,The understander of things that we do not,I hope that you hear when I inquire of you,The wish to fathom the years and verses that we spendon the ground of this sturdy orb.
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,
One person.
If my words can touch one person,
Then it will be worth it.
That's what they say.
But what if I never know..
What if I never see..
What if I never hear..
How my words,
Sometimes I wonder
though my brain is so small
why the universe even exists at all.
We think of our planet as a considerable size
but have you seen the universe?
The only place where its not normal to be normal. humanity, humans, homo sapiens; we are so amazingly peculiar, different, the same. We are truly Simplicity at its finest; Long dense answers to a question that has never been asked. I exist?
Who Am I?
A question asked on every application ever written
Asked in every interview ever given
But I still don’t know the answer
Who Am I?
I know where I’m from
I know who my family is
WHY?
The child asks,
Mum Why does the sun shine so bright,
WHY is the grass so green,
and the water so blue?
Mum WHY, WHY Mum WHY?
one day you'll know child
What do you do when there are no words to expressall the thoughts you've barely fathomed into a conscious
It's shaking at the bars of this cage,
Causing tremors in my sanity,
Making me lose grip on reality,
Oh, how I wish I knew just what was causing this infernal rage rising inside,
I feel like I’m one dimensional
I feel like I’m the only one who sees how I see
I feel like the harder I try to be exceptional
The more flaws are pointed out to me
I’m scared of what’s ahead
Dear Lord...I need to talk to youbut as oppose to all our previous conversations I would like to do It differently today...
I can’t stand it.
Everyone thinks that they know better,
But they don’t.
Throughout or lives we encounter many stories.
Many we can't find the theme or the theme's unlike the contents held inside the story
lost in fear and so distraught
never doing what you ought
lost in sight and lost in mind
the world seems to respond in kind
battle on, my weary child
if.
the two letters
stuck in the middle of
this crazy thing called
life.
the four letters
that can be amazing
or we can say if
only.
the one word
You are always everywhere for me
Playing all my games
You make me feel brand-new
You make me feel invincible
I never got the chance to say
All that needed to be sung
But you never complained
I walked a mile to high school everyday.
I sat for six hours.
I learned about subjects
that I didn't care about.
When school was over
I walked a mile home
and spent my own time
doing more work.
I don't understand myself.I look in the mirror and have no idea how as to how the sparkle in my eye got there.I can't even begin to imagine how my soul works or my mine or my state of being.
What they say it might be true.My feelings for you are just old news.I look at you with a face of disgust.I'm running from my the feelings of lust. I can't help but cry.From all of the pain I hide inside.My heart will forever beat for you.I keep t
With soggy eyes and lonely fears,
Seasoned hands and anxious ears,
It was a bittersweet night,
What if you,
nobody new,
were found to be
unwanted.
Not just by those
who seem to
rule society.
But by those who
were intended to
love you?
What would you,
Is it loving your best friend, or loving someone who becomes your best friend?
Is it being with someone who makes you comfortable or with someone who entices you to challenge life and take risks?
Somewhere along the road to Zion, I fell from the narrow path
It's time that I return from iron, it's time that I head back
It was written in the form of lions, which created a clamp
You laugh.
They stare.
I sit.
Why does this happen every time I ask a question?
I'm sorry I'm different.
I'm sorry my eyes let words on the overhead dash around like they are playing leap frog.
My friend and I were talking one day and he asked me,
"What do you think about the state of downtown?"
I thought about this question for a second and said...
"I Am"
I am an infinitesimal blemish in this everlasting eternity that is time and space
I wonder with doubt, and I doubt with wonder
Am I the only one to look up at the sky and wonder
What is beyond the stars yonder
Like a sponge I soak up information
About anything that I can find
Bridges from one cliff to another.
Bridges over cold, unforgiving water.
It's life,
Earth-shattering thunder.
No matter what you say,
You dont want what's under.
A bridge is a blessing.
What Do You MEAN I'm Suspended?
Im not allowed to say that in class?
Im not allowed to say that thinking about taking my life isn't me being a coward but instead you being inconsiderate?
Traveling the heartless tunnel, where I must defend,
Where I must pace slowly,
The Raging Wolf snarls in my glittered path.
Muting the song of heartbreak with his temper,
His seductiveness and lust-
Three years next Tuesday.
That was the day you left me.
I've questioned God for three years.
I've asked why you were taken instead of me.
It may not have been that type of situation.
Why, why, why?
Always a question,
never an answer
Why to do this, why to do that...
It's all about the reasoning
The why
Why, why, why?
Always running through the head
Why, why, why?
My problem is that a love a lotI love an abundant amount of peopleFrom family to friendsTo strangers I met just onceSo I suppose I say I love you too muchBut I believe love comes in many forms and levels
I try my best to be brave,but then it feels like I'm hiding in a dark hallow cave.
I don't know what to do anymore,What's the right thing?I'm not sure,
Everyone's telling me I should ask her out,
I think about her daily,
I wonder if this means I like her,
Will it ruin our friendship,
Will she even want me,
Tis better not to ask,
Are you real?
Are you honestly here for me?
Always by my side?
Forever my shepherd guide?
My mom tells me to pray,
Tell me. Who do you see?
When I look in the mirror... Who looks back at me?
Who should I see? Who am I really?
Before my waking life, I was colors
I was the flowing frequency unheard
Undetected
Existing bodiless, yet connected still
To everything that ever was
A blinding flash of energy
When you walk away and decide to turn back,
Is he already starring at you, or does he hold back?
When you open your eyes as you give him a kiss,
Does he smile at you, does he tickle your lips?
I heard the last bell ring as day turned to night
As I heard the last bird sing.
The sky burned fiery and then darken everything in sight.
Remind me why
I try-
I try to please
With mounting ease,
Without ever questioning why;
Remind me why
I’m here again,
Emitting the same cry
So shrill and filled with pain
Is it my fate to move forward amongst my peers? Is it too lateare my fortunes beyond the seers? Do I step into the heights to gain hope and grandeur? Do I veer back into the night to a silent allure?
I await the benevolence.
No rebellion to be found here, nor even a challenge
just a confounded nomad seeking serenity.
I hope we'll all one day be able to break through the irony.
What am I feeling, I don’t know myself, I question but there seems to be no answer
Then I wonder and see if it can be found.
After awhile, I rest and dream. Your always in them, it was a very pleasant dream.
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Obra Maestra
He called onto the dirt, made the soil reflective
The final ounce of life now materializing
What If? What if sandwiches could talk? Cuz it looks like they have mouths. What if trees could walk? Cuz the roots look like legs. What if pictures were portals to the past? Cuz picture frame shapes look like small time machines.
On her Pedestal she sits, yet she takes no pleasure from it. Both Comfort and cage she watches, wishing to participate, yet ever mindful of the consequences..
Have you asked yourself the question, “what am I doing here?” Trying to get even a
glimpse of what you’re supposed to be doing or becoming… Am I on the right path?
How will I know? What if I’ve already completely screwed up?
You've got my mind working overtime
Stole my heart, you've done the crime
I can't find the words I should say-
Hearing from you brightens my day
Say to voice my feelings for you
Is it truly never enough for such a word to be understated?
to question its power and under rate it?
to be sorry is it not enough?
Anger.
Love.
Strength.
Weakness.
Hate.
Fear.
I write for them.
They take over.
They use my pen to escape.
Word
By
Word.
Once they start, they do not stop.
I sit here today, thinking,
and wondering why
everything is the way it is,
What is up in the sky?
How do you spell that?
What does it mean?
In what language?
What are you mixed with?
So which one of your parents is black?
Wait, one fourth white? How does that work?
What kind of asian are you?
I stood there one night and grace my eyes upon the sky. And said "please Angels send me a message, i need to speak with God." I' am sad Lord. My debt is building, yet from trying to better myself with school.
Pressure up the side
Curls around the neck
Traces every curve
How does it form?
Continuity turned erratic
Straights transition to diagonals
Questions natures laws
Can anything be truly perfect?
Blind,
Can you see me?
Deaf,
Can you hear me?
Mute,
Can you tell me?
Heart,
Can you love me?
Death,
Can you hurt me?
As I read the letter you gave to our class, I am overcome with the sense of my weight on this earth and get the bizarre feeling that I am shrinking literally down to the size of a speck. If you could even call me a speck, I would be honored.
I Knew a Man Once
I knew a man once.
He was a good man,
He gave me somewhere to put my faith.
Somewhere to go when I couldn’t see for the snow
Blizzards swirling around our living room.
Today I live!
But what if tomorrow I died?
Would you care?
Would you cry?
Would you hope for me to rise
And live eternally in the skies?
Would you wish upon a star
Hoping I would not go to far?
There will be a time
when you feel your life slipping by
there will be nothing you can do
but let him come for you
We're broken from the inside out
tell me where do we go now
in these dark nights and hopeless times
when all our faith runs out
God with us
God with us, I’ve heard it said before
But what does it really mean
to be with the Lord?
when did you do it?
when did you steal my heart?
and how?
you must of tricked me,
trapped me,
lured me
and fooled me--
like prey.
Inspired by Albert Camus' The Stranger
Are you scared
to think
that you will never understand
this life, little alone yourself
or your friends?
How do you know for sure this isn't the last time you are going to hold me tight and let me dance on your feet?
I never know what I'm going to write
OR IF IT WILL BE ALL CAPS
or lower case
Or if I'll use proper punctuation.
Fear fills me
As I sit and think of the near future
Will I make
Am I good enough
What struggle may i go through
All sorts of questions fill my
Head
At this point I'm complete scared
Coming to an end
No drama to be found
Solely disappointment
What could be and what was
Nothing but a large fuzz
A cloud, a wall, a veil
Sad, but true
Not one thing to misconstrue
Trapped in a box
Surrounded by boxes
Blinded by illusions
Searching for truths
What is reality?
Is there such a thing?
Hard work, time, skill,
There’s so much at risk
How to decide
What your priorities are.
Are they right?
Wrong?
How to continue
When you fail..
When you fall down
Hit the ground headfirst
(poems go here) (A young boy is being interviewed on the happenings at Conneticut Elementary. He tries to get it out as best he can, but his feelings right now are a mixture of emotions his soul has never encountered. He begins to speak)
How far is repentance
When damnation surrounds?
How far is forgiveness
When darkness confounds?
How far is love
When lust consumes?
How distant the stars
When stuck in our tombs?
Unable to wrap my mind around all the people behind in my life
All those people in the pages
Names in the contents
Chapters of my life and writers of my character
All those people
History to what is me
There are explanations.
Explanations that God keeps tucked away in a little box,
In the corner of his office.
He doesn’t even know what he wants to do with them.
Bleed, pour, sacrifice
Your body and your soul
Fight back, or give in
But you will never be whole.
The words fall
Calmly
Yet sharply
Gracefully
Yet cruelly
Razors clothed in a hushed, quiet tone
Yet, maybe, there could be
A hint of longing,
That lingers for me
Tell me if you're listening,
what is is that makes life worth living?
When everything is worth dying for
what is left worth living for?
HOW MANY TIMES
IT’S A SIMPLE QUESTION
HOWEVER I ASK FREQUENTLY
AND NEVER GET A CONFESSION.
HOW MANY LIES?
DO I LISTEN TO?
MY MIND STARTS TO WANDER
I KNOW EVERY WORD IS UNTRUE
HOW MANY SMILES
