honesty
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I have had so many loves in my life that loved me unconditionally.
Yet others only brought me despair and made me feel not worthy.
And I deeply regret not taking a chance with any of these women that loved me passionately.
Parfois, oui parfois, c’est bon d’oublier
C’est bon d’ignorer hier et le passé
Pour aller vaillamment de l’avant
Pour continuer vachement avec le vent.
We do not want only a piece
We aspire and want Peace
A mammoth piece of Freedom
For the north, south, west and east
Now It's Clear That Some Heads...
Need To See That I GET IT... !!!
That ARROGANCE And EGO Can DISCREDIT.....
Your Claims To Be IMPRESSIVE...
In Art That You're... Representing...
Just DO What YOU SAY Instead of Making Claims...
That Prove You’re As Honest As A Perjurer’s NONSENSE... !!!
............... I’m Saying Just... STOP IT... !!!!!
ALL This Knowledge You’re Dropping Like Gin In Tonic...
Now I Guess It’s Gonna Take A Little While...
For Most of You Folks To Get With My Style...
Because It DOESN’T Profile Artistry That’s VILE... !!!
Mine Gives Up Platters of Subject Matter...
Limit THIS Limit THAT... !!!
When We Should Now Really Just... LIMIT ALL OF THAT... !!!
Because It’s Basically Chat That’s Distorting Our Track...
Don’t Say What You Think If You Are... “ Gender Phobic “... !?!
In These Days And Times It Seems That Minds Are Inclined...
To Plead IGNORANCE When It Comes To The Plans of These Government Clans...
So Are Dipping Their Heads That’s Right... IN THE SAND... !!!
Well Now It’s Clear That I’m... “ Too Cold “... !!!
To Be In Zones With These Industry Ho’s... !!!
Yup Sisters And Bros And Those Who CONTROL Who Gets To Be KNOWN... !!!
It’s AMAZING To Me How People Be.... !!?!!
When People Complain They Start To Act Strange...
As If It’s ILLEGAL... To Complain About Strain And Societal PAIN...
As If It’s NOT OKAY To Talk About The Way We Live Today... ?!?
I’m NOT Simple Like Simon... !!!
I’m A Complex Disciple...
of Great Rhyme Recitals...
And SIMPLY GREAT WRITERS...
Some People Have Said That My Poetry Is On The EDGE... !!!
Well I Have To Say That I DON'T Concur... !!!!
My Usage of Words Is... " On The Virge "... !!!
So Here's A Few To Give You Proof...
Now I’m A LYRICAL GUERRILLA Who’s A VERY DEEP THINKER... !!!
So Am NOT Some SHITTER Like That Paedo’ Gary Glitter... !!!
Or The Type Who Beds SISTERS Because What Kind of Heart...
It’s Clearly Good To Be Precise When It Comes To Your LIFE...
So I Try Be PRECISE When I Write My Rhymes...
About These Times Where It Seems That LIES...
Are Constantly Supplied And Being Driven Into Minds... !!!
Well Wouldn’t You Know It I’m A BULLETPROOF Poet... !!!
BULLETPROOF Flows That CLEARLY Show...
That It’s Really NOT Wise To Try To Deride...
My Poetic Lines And BULLETPROOF Rhymes... !!!!!
Now I Think That I Should Mention...
That Tensions Have STRENGTHENED In These CRAZY Times... !!!
Because of The PRESSURES of … Modern Life... !!!
Masks Now In Sight Daytime And Night...?!?
It’s A BATTLE To Survive For MANY In Life... !!!!!
From The Day We Arrive As Young Infant Child...
To A Time LONG BEFORE............
Where Sperm Battle In HOARDS So That We Can Be Born... !!!
Ya Know CERTAIN Dudes Have Told Me... “ That I’m Rude ! “...
Well Now If This Is TRUE My Response To You FOOLS...
So... CLARITY of Mind Is Now Getting HARD To Find ...
Within Our Human Kind Because of These Strange Times... !?!
Where We Are Losing Lives Because of Virus Vibes... !?!
Okay Whether Pagan or Not … ?
April Fools’ Day Has A PERMANENT Slot … !!!
The First of The Month Being …. “ That Date “ ….
But When It Comes To … “ FOOLS “ …
Nowadays I’m Saying … “ April Who “... ?!?
That’s RIGHT The Truth HURTS... !!!
When It’s Served To JERKS Through Words And Verse....
That DON’T Observe LYING And Taking WRONG TURNS... !!!!!
That Preserve FALSEHOODS That SHOULD BE......... Removed........ !!!!!!
Now It Has Been Said By Other Poets...
That MY Poems OFFEND Some Heads... !!!
Well That’s Because I EXPRESS What I TRULY FEEL... !!!!
So Don’t Write Words For... MASS APPEAL... !!!!!
Ya Know It's HARD To... " Come Correct "... !!!
WHEN Your Descent Is What Causes OFFENCE...
To These IGNORANT Heads... !?!
BIGOTED, YES As Well As ARROGANT... !!!
Now It Seems That Allegiance Within Human Beings...
Is Something Now Weakened By Things We’re Now Seeing...
From Relationships Leaning Towards Those Proceedings...
That Cause Angry Meetings Due To Folks NOT Agreeing... !!!
"*THROUGH* _ALL THE_ *BULLSHITS*"
*_whenever it feels so tiring, when it seems the world is smashing down after a cloudburst, of course even through all the bullshits._*
Now This Poetic Piece...
Is One That Simply... Reveals My Belief...
That We Need More Straight Speak In Today’s Artistry... !!!
Of Course Variety’s A Part of Poetry...
Okay... LISTEN Baby...
... " Ya REALLY DON'T Get Me !!! " ...
It’s DISTURBING To Me To See Communities...
Who CLAIM To Be Supportive... of HONEST Poetry...
It’s Just So CRAZY... !!!
That Just Before I Started Writing This Peace...
I Was Playing A Tune That Gave Me PROOF...
That These Words Are TRUE... !!!
Some People CHOOSE...
So Today I Heard Rhymes...
By The Man DEFARI That Just BLEW My Mind... !!!
Because of The Vibe of His Rhyme Design...
Because He Spoke About WHY...?!?
In These Days And Times...
Now When It Comes To... “ My Life’s Story “...
It REALLY Is An AMAZING Thing... !!!
To See How QUICK Some People SWITCH When PRESSURE Liks’... !!!
And NOT The Type of Pressure That Brings... BAD Weather... !!!
Foggy haze, cloudy days, rain drizzled from the sky.
Todays a good day, no need to get caught up in the why’s.
I’m grateful for this day, yesterday, and I pray to see tomorrow.
I'm Interested In This Thing... " Writers' Block "...
But Let Me Just STRESS This Thing I AIN'T Got... !!!
I'm intrigued By This View If You're In Writers Shoes...
So I’m Now An EXPONENT of Rhymes That Are POTENT... !!!
No Numbers or Quotient Can Limit Their Motion... !!!
INFINITE Like The Ocean Or Big Swarms of Locust... !!!!
Ya Know I Have Been Told That My Voice RATTLES... !!!
But Folks You KNOW... I AIN'T NO SNAKE... !!!!
So I Think it's THOSE Who BATTLE...
With Talk They... CANNOT TAKE...
Who Make These Types of Comments...
This Poem RELEASES.........................
Some TRUE Self ADMISSIONS... !!!
One Day A Friend Said To Me....
“ Your Thoughts Big V, are deep and ample,
but to get them through to people, you should try a different angle ! “
By This She Meant My Presence Is LARGE And My Words Hit HARD... !!!
So... Moving On ……………..
It’s Time To Go Beyond Corona Virus Songs...
Because Now I’m Inspired...
By Where I Belong In This World of Wrongs...
PLEASE .... FORGIVE Me If I Curse To Quench My Thirst ...
To Poetically Let My Speech Run FREE ..............................
CAN'T Black People Just Get ALONG ... !?!
Well My Answer To This Is ... I Guess NOT ... !!!
DON'T Get Me WRONG ... !!!!!
Of Course SOME Do But NOT For Long ... !!!
LADIES If Men Ask You THIS ...
"Would you like to go out, for a couple of drinks ?"
DON'T Reply ...." I've got a boyfriend " ... !?!
That's NOT An Answer To The Question ... !!!
Feet ached as i hiked
swollen eyes, tired mind
carrying in a metal tin
my words
i swam through a river
of my own agony
gasping for relief
like a fish for water
crawled up a river bank
Just Be YOURSELF ... !!!
What's Wrong With THAT ... ?!?
I'd Rather Be ME Than Someone Else ... !?!
FOLLOWING Cliques Is NOT For ME ... !!!
Be True My Youth Be True ... Be TRUE ... !!!!!
Don't Do The Things That Make You ... " Blue " ... !!!
DON'T Lie To Yourself Because Those Who DO ...
End Up Having ... PAINFUL Moods ... !!!!!
So ... " Who Do You Believe " ... ???
MP's And Their War Stories .... ???
Cos' When It Comes To Speaking TRUTH ....
Their Talks Seems ... " Pretty Cheap " ...
People PLEASE ... !!!
Just Be ... STRAIGHT UP ... !!!!!
Honesty's Easy ...
It Really A'int Tough ... !!!
If You're Gay ... BE Gay ...
DON'T Try To Play Games ...
So WHO Do You ... " Trust " ... ???
And Who Are Your Mates ... ???
Cos' People These Days ...
MOSTLY Are Two Faced ... !!!
They Talk With You ...
Like Everything's COOL ...
I've Been TRULY SURPRISED ... !!!
In Fact ... " MESMERISED " ....... !!!!
By The Volume of People ...
Who ... Tell Themselves Lies ... !!!
These Acts I Believe ...
Give Liars ... " Relief " ...
Honesty!
It’s all a lie, it’s all a lie, it’s all
me.
Mandy, it’s me.
I looked in the mirror.
I could finally see—
past, present, future,
as clear as can be.
Me.
This is not a poem about how I lost my mother
Or a poem about how I broke a girl's heart
Or about the time I heard my first poem.
This is a poem about what I know better than anyone else
And that is myself.
I've come to fear the hours of 7 to 9,
as they bring with them gray and mournful moments.
They bring longing and foggy loneliness
from outside, most days.
You wake up angry and leave me
Hangin
Sayin "I love you" to your back,
Wishin I could retreat
Back to bed
Into myself.
You don't mean it you're just angry
At yourself
With words that burn and bite and sting,
they creep up on your mind and ring
until you no longer sleep at night.
There are sounds and smells
that remind you of days passed,
I DON'T THINK, OF YESTERDAY. LET'S TO THINK, WHAT IS TODAY? SUN COMES, ALWAYS, BRAND-NEW. WHY TO SEE SUN, AS GREY.
Don't Speak by Rebecca Olsen
Looking around me I see disarray
And drama tea.
Don’t speak
Put on your phony mask; you make me laugh.
Don’t speak, hold your breath.
I’m expecting you to respond to me.
Did you just feel what I wrote down?
When I saw your lines
I recognized them for what they were:
A lock
I feel-
words-
sometimes, they're not my own.
Sometimes, I suck on other people's sadness
like a great happy leech
bent on feeling-
things-
he didn't need to feel.
It cast a line that became more like a path,
whether words of pain or wrath
could become
Beautiful Monsters of sights unseen
but in the mind of one.
Would it be OK if I took some of your time?
Would it be OK if I wrote you a rhyme?
Would it be OK if I opened your heart?
Pain doesn't have to be the universal crash-course workshop for art, but poetry is a thing like no other.
It flows from fingertips and mouth, easy like Monday morning.
Teeth grit to hold tongue and thought and sentiment.
Mon cher, my dear, the one I hold
The one whose love is always shown
But my arms are weak and yours are strong
And more often than not, I am wrong
So it goes the other way
And often like that it will stay
Subtract from these 20 years,Those that I swallowed without tasting-Anesthetize the clocks,Sprinkle Father Time with amnesia,Whisper the year 2011,I am 13 again-
I know truth to be little else than a blade
which use changes with the wielder.
Molded to a scalpel, it is made as a doctor
bringing relief from tender, hidden pain.
Truth can be a saw, gnawing through
So why'd you do it?
What made you think it was okay to blow it?
We spent so long patching up the things that didn't belong
And now it turns out that it was you all along
I spent so long trying to make things right
He says: “You’re beautiful”
And I smile.
He lies to me over and over again,
But I don’t mind anymore.
He’s the only person I know
Who lies just to make me smile.
He kisses my neck,
The truth is, my darling, that time has passed and we have grown. And yes, I do love you. And yes, that has everything to do with this poem. Loving you has everything to do with who we’ve turned into, and who we’ve grown to become.
I need you to tell me where I went wrong
I’ve spent too many nights, afraid of something I do not know
Terrified, that I might make the same mistake
But it’s a hundred times more powerful than you think
The truth is, I can read everything you've gone through on your skinThe lovely poetry that resides within you spillsIt spills in the form of scars, strechmarks, bruisesIt is overbearing, and it is all of you
The truth is, my darling, that no, I don’t love you. And no, I don’t really hate you either. You were simply the missing piece. The missing piece amongst a junkyard so wide I confused for holy ground.
Hello, I’m—different.
I was in first grade when I knew I was different.
Ironically, I knew I was different because all I did was hang out with girls.
I never once explained to you how I became the person I am today
Dad, I'm sorry
I broke all of the rules I made up when I was younger
I ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY DONT NEED ANY NEGATIVITY AROUND ME..
I WOULD RATHER BE FREE..
I WOULD RATHER BE, FREE OF LIES AND TEARFUL CRIES...
I WOULD PERHAPS TAKE A TRIP AS FAR AS TIME FLIES...
i feel like i'm chasing us
navigating our warm embraces
i'm tracing the lines on your palms back to where we started
i miss you more than the pain of being with you
this hurts more than i thought it would
I'VE CONFUSED LOVE WITH HATE
AND HATE WITH LOVE
CONFUSED THE TRUTH WITH A BLUFF
AND WONDERED WHY LOVE IS SO ROUGH
HERE'S A TOKEN FROM THE BROKEN
ILL DROP GEMS OF LOVE THAT SEEM UNSPOKEN
I drank him in like the fifth bottle of beer.
Swallowing the toxic liquid, I relived the fear.
It is one o’clock in the morning,
I received a text saying,
“Baby, I’m home from work. Show me your body. I love you.”
What do the words " I love you" mean?
Those words represent a special bond
One that these days, is rarely seen
Words that should be taken to infinity and beyond
That should be like a symbiotic relationship
What do the words " I love you" mean?
Those words represent a special bond
One that these days, is rarely seen
Words that should be taken to infinity and beyond
That should be like a symbiotic relationship
Because I love you…
I love you
These are three words and one feeling
That we agree on enthusiastically
It's the way we hold hands
In the face of adversity.
When you tell me your
Not satisfied.
When you remember my
mothers birthday.
What good is it to first love you
When love was never dealt?
Why should I seek to put you first
If the same has not been felt?
But who am I to make that call,
And desire to receive,
The day before yesterday
You said you were with friends.
The day before yesterday
I belived you.
Yesterday
You said I was beautiful.
Yesterday
I apprecitated your honesty.
Love.
Contains compassion,
Shows you care.
In times of need,
You’ll be there.
It needs to have trust,
To be relied on.
I've never been good at poetry, or I suppose writing in general.
I have been called a "wordsmtih" before, and friends reassure me that its a compliment.
Not sure if I deserve it, but compliments can be fun I suppose.
Because I love you...
I see no flaws. I see perfection.
A true gift made from heaven.
The way you smile, how the corners of your lips begin to wrinkle.
I know I am not perfect
I know I have problems
I am really trying to solve them.
But hold up wait...
Should I have to?
What about you?
Dipping my fingers into your affection,
It tastes like sweetened condensed milk -
The way you hold me when I'm trapped in the dark,
Your company such a welcome confection.
I missed your call earlier, and it was okay.
You didn't repeatively call, to "make sure I was OK"
I was busy doing homework, and you caught me off guard with "I understand"
Our first kiss
felt like a supernova,
explosive and iridescent,
scattering my universe
with cosmic dust.
When I used to sleep at nightMy mind would always take flightIn the morning I'd wake up and you'd just take flight I can't stand to in my sightYea ain't nothin rightAbout you and me Us and theyHe and she ain't shit All I want to do is loveWhy can
I waited,
for a response from you,
a mere whisper perhaps.
To a torn heart thrown at you,
carved with my surrender.
A plea for my liberation,
saying " I won't longer wait for you".
I left my heart wedged between your door,
sealed,
shut,
in fear and a cheap envelope.
With an even cheaper excuse.
Her: Felt like I couldn't breathe when I saw you for the hundredth time, told myself I'd be just fine when we connected eyes in class a while past nine Excited to be heartbroken once again, hated knowing it could only be provoked by her or him, wh
Paint a picture
Paint a picture perfect
Make sure all these hours are worth it
Don’t cure it
Exploit what has been given
If I see you and you don't see me
I will go DARLING
And you will know I am calling to you
Chiseled by high school seniority,
A separation, a lost child.
The flood in my eyes dried in my Sahara heart.
Missing her is like cancelled plans, that I see the pictures of everywhere I look.
Every time I want to say that I love someone I swallow the words like a pill, not because that person is not deserving, or because my words would not be genuine, but rather that I have loved many and proclaimed many that I love them, just to have
1.
It seems like you have to do drugs to write nowadays.
Maybe if I do drugs, I'll write a book as popular
As The Perks Of Being A Wallflower
Or Naked Lunch.
2.
“You and She are Her”
She’s got her feet on the ground, but hear heads in the sky
Her heart so dope, and her soul is so fly
I find it quite difficult
Impossible even
To mask how I'm feeling.
It leaks out from my expression
Flowing out from the cracks in my facade.
No matter how I try,
I can't help but make it clear
I have this feeling deep inside,
not quite like or appreciate.
I open my mouth to call it love,
but then I pause, I hesitate.
I test the words: "I love you!"
They echo, cold, empty.
I sat myself down and
Talked around
The points
Like usual.
Suddenly
I burst from
My seat and I
Collapsed in a heap
As the inferno of complexity
I'm not a real poet.
I 'm just a broke college student,
Looking for an easy way to get out of debt.
I'm not a real poet.
I just want to avoid taking out loans,
Good morning, they say
And I'll say it back
But I still desire unconsciousness
Not because I need the rest
Although I do
But I stay on my feet anyway
Aware of my struggle to
I am sitting in this house, as alone as I could possibly be at the moment.
Trying, no, scraping my brain to think of what could possibly be my number one need.
You tell me I'm complicatedBut you're the one to make it soLook at what you see up frontThat's all you need to know
I fall on my knees picking up my papers,
not wanting to lose another in case it’s important.
I am shoved back down this time hitting my head against the fountain.
Pitying myself and wondering what offense I made
My confidence swells as I realize,
I am better than ever to those amber, brown eyes.
They widen as I draw near,
Everything but inferior,
In her presence I feel
If I continue in wickedness, I’ll blow away: ChaffWhat a gaff am I might as well stop and laugh and realizeAll I need is your rod and staff to comfort me.But don’t let me fall into complacency.
We have mislead opinions of ambition
and incorrect assumptions of it's fastidiousness
which are deposited into misspelled texts
and sent to those who seek pleasure
in the business of life
heart sinks.
ears hot.
eyes wander.
and hands fiddle.
Don't think or else it becomes real.
Hold back.
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
no response.
your actions are real,
When people ask me who I am,
I stutter,
because for some reason,
the language of myself is foreign to me.
We could call it a result of bullying, mental illness, or plain teenage mystery.
How could he?
This man who promised her everything, said he loved her, made a vow.
This man who was protected by her, shielded from horrors that he couldn’t handle on his own.
Who am I? Well that's a loaded question
that quite frankly begs a strict confession.
I don't know and who does,
I mean isn't that a journey that ends when you ascend up above?
Truth sat his hand upon my shoulder. Thick pads held firm across strong hands, muscles that would make a body builder sigh.
A life without a reason
Is like a songbird without sound
And unless I am told plainly
How surely I’ll run aground
The sun never rises
Seasons never change or go around
Mother tells me she loves me
But I think she loves my sister the most.
It’s pretty obvious, from the way
Can't youcan't you seeI got a dreamjust to beme, myself, and ICan't youcan't you knowI am alivelivingto get by
I went to school, I did my work.I tried and I learned everything I was supposed to.Now, here I am, in the real world.I'll be the first to tell you, I have no idea what to do.
You say you want to date me, but I think you might hate me
And when you hear what I speak, I think you might just agree
I'll give you 3 reasons, just listen, you'll see
There is nobody and I mean nobody that I feel it's necessary to impress
I cant help if my honesty gives you a slight vex I had to grow out of my past depression
Our clan is crumbling
behind closed doors
sealed with pride
and locked by sorrow,
seen by all
yet known by none.
The walls are glass
but windows opaque
reflect suspicion
You're not like the others.
You actually listen to me.
From the minute I had met you,
i'll admit, I was unsure where you would lead.
Depression?
Succession?
How can this situation go?
"Be honest," they said, so honest I was.
Honest as nobody ever was.
Blunt as the barrier between water and oil,
I told them the truth without recoil.
The truth of our cohorts, sad but true
I am Unfinished.
My edges aren't sanded smooth
There are creases and circles worn into my eyes,
There are scars and callouses on my hands
There are stripes of uneven bronze across my skin
Your determination and commitment is your life,
How far are you willing to go, willing to fight?
Commit to your husband or wife, stand by their side for life,
Commit to school and follow the rules,
My forehead is a little too tall
My nose is a little too there
My face is round and my hair just does this thing
I don't really care that insert celebrity name here is dating
I am
the daughter of a mother who has an uncurable diease
no life long numbing agent that could
soothe and heal it.
It left a faded scar as a badge of honor....
It's. No. Breeze.
What really makes a man a man? Is it the guy who can make a dream a reality? The brother that can make a fantasy his destiny? Or the gentleman who attends meetings dressed fancily.
I'm lazy. I'm 19 years old and I have been blessed with the ability to dance, sing, write, but I'm lazy. I noticed I only come alive when performing or at parties and it's starting to bother me.
I still have a few kinks to work.Yeah, kinks....You knowThose tiny things about us that just don't seem to be rightThere's my hair, my skinAnd don't get me started on my body type
To be respected, I must be trustworthy,
To be trustworthy, I must be honest,
To be honest, I must know who I am.
I am a child of God, the God of truth,
The God of light who sees.
A daughter needs her dad so he can teach her his morals and life lessons, she needs him to teach her how to be strong, and a daughter needs him to help pick up the pieces when times get rough and he is gone.
I was a liar as a kid.
Not big lies, just the " Yes I cleaned my room" even though I actually just pushed every thing under my bed.
I used to get in big trouble for little lies. My momma would be so mad at me.
All around me are vacant faces
Their dull hearts cold like empty vases
My soul is choking on these fake smiles.
Forced to slide on my belly for miles
Just to find a place of true color,
Hiding there around the corner
Is the inner me
I'm hard to catch a glimpse of
Till you really look and see
I can be whatever you want
As long as you are pleased
"It was a father to a son,
and that son to his son,
that set the tone for a future
which had not begun.
With freedom like a river
that had sadly ran dry,
His unsettled upbringing
I've reached the point where I just want to sleep
Let me hear a melody and just close my eyes and sleep.
I am woman. You are man.
Though I am not Eve nor are you Adam.
The deceit lies on the tip of a tongue's vacant truth,
Does anyone remember when they were little,
And they loved to play pretend?
Yeah...me neither.
But it seems that,
As we grow older,
Learn the twists and cavities
Boroughed into our bodies
This smile that lies on this face, to some may be a saving grace
Hope and joy wrapped up in a bundle, or the bright light at the end of a dark tunnel
Honesty's the rarest rebel root
A precious pearl in dark long harboring
Whose maker groans and lifts to bring to fruit
From murky waters cull hours laboring.
I thought we were sisters and
That we could be completely
Honest with one another especially
Over a guy.
I thought I made it clear
That I still had feelings for him.
I beg of you, pen, just tell me the truth
In some beauty that yanks at my tears
When I taste your strength I learn that my
Potential outlives my years
People tell you to speak your mind, but not to be rude.
They do not want to hear lies, but say they want the truth.
Honesty comes off as being rude, the truth comes off as being too blunt.
Finally been thinking about all those thoughts in your head
and those feelings that wouldn't come out?
Sometimes you can't say it out loud,
I write to remind myself that the sun always comes after the night.
My soul bears the teeth-marks of Guilt and Shame.
And in sleepless nights wonders how I got the name
My name is Mariama Suwaneh.
I was born on April 5, I’m eighteen years old, I am 5’3.75” but I tell everyone I am 5’4”.
I am terrible at soccer, I love the Spanish language, I don’t really like chocolate,
It was quite..just for a second, forgot about everything that was surrounding me,I felt myself struggling to move my feet because I was so weak at the knees.I could still hear the echoing of her voice..her beautiful voice,I could still feel her w
The pain in the pit of my stomach made me die a little more inside
I don’t deserve to be treated like this is what I’ve began to realize
Too many chances turning into lies as I give them away
I have faith in a God
But He has never spoken to me
I have held on to the idea of love
But love has never kept me and no one has ever aimlessly loved Alyra,
"Nadia, here is some cash for you to go back to school with...I love you, do great... make me proud, you can do whatever you want in life".
"Hey Nad, I love you, happy birthday".
People just don't understand what we go through everday.
Sitting here, sitting there trying to make straight A's.
Looking at other people making thier grades, then we become afraid,
I know not how others
Compose words so fair;
For my pathetic efforts
Can not compare.
Those of the past ages
Made great works of art;
While I throw words together
That I should part.
I AM ME
I am intellect combined with stupidity,
Kindness and compassion fractured by pain and misery,
Wrapped in anger and jealousy…
Honesty is all I would change
maybe if we all could be genuine love would not be in vain
if I could change the roles of honesty
maybe a liar would feel the victims pain
He lied to me that's why I feel this way
Given this simple question one would answer, "Logan square of course."
Look a little deeper and you might answer, "well he lives in Logan square, but really he's much closer to Humboldt park."
Why are you so intimidated?
Why did you hide?
Is the truth really that painful?
Did it stab you in the side?
You asked me a question,
I answered it in whole.
You said you wanted honesty,
The day turns gray
as you turn away,
and think you're not loved.
Baby, trust me when I sing
this song to you,
you're special.
Nearly the apple of my eye,
Do you know what it's like to want the simplist things, but your budget just doesnt simply call for it?
We all don’t understand,Our opinions aren’t in demand,Our souls are like flowers,They can topple over like towers,They bloom, then fade away,They go to heavan or hell to stay,Flowers have no powers,
Let me go,
Hard past memories.
I don't need
To be reminded
Of how much
You still hurt me.
I need to be
Released.
I refuse to accept,
That this is
Just how it is.
You're convincing,
but it comforts me to know that you're not always right.
Feelings and opinions aren't factual.
They're important, but they aren't facts.
And you're wrong sometimes.
We're human.
I wish I knew how to communicate
That I want to go slow,
But instead I’m walking home
Alone.
We can’t talk without it feeling awkward.
Well, to me it is.
I know we’ve talked about it,
Sailing in the waters of which You wept,
You sees a Light in the distant of the cove,
a Light that Reality would refer to as
a dead end.
The Light fades,
then flares,
fades,
I frown... you smile,
I cry... you laugh
This is getting old
it needs to stop
Why does my pain provide you with the happiness that I deserve?
When you're down, I put myself in your shoes
These adversities take their toll
From the pieces of my broken soul
Each pain takes a little more
Leaving my dependent heart sore
I question how this plan was lain
Why I always end up slain
Butterflies
In the night
Drift away
without a fight
Lose myself
Lost in you
Wondering why,
But such a pretty view
No more sadness
No more pain
Watch that blood,
Teachers don’t get paid enough
This is true.
But define the word, teacher.
Use it in a sentence.
Spell it.
T.E.A.C.H.E.R.
When you’ve taught a child to do all those things efficiently with confidence,
My goofy smile
I'm still the same
My good humor
I'm still the same
My laughs full of energy
I'm still the same
No different then you
treat me like
I'm still the same
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.....ElectronicaCloudy days bring me back to who I was. Thinking about myself, cuz no one does. Im a lone warrior walking silently in the midst. Trying my best to live without a balled fist.
Lost one. Engaged in constant battle with me. Working hard to practice the preach. Lost one. To do good or destruct?Constrained time in a system corrupt. Lost one.
Pages full of fancy vocab would not impress him. Rather a sum of powerful messages, could be thick or thin,as long as the message is real. It is said, that is where we parted ways.
I am embarking on a journey. It requires my wit. It scares me to quit.A process of learning.
Big person I shall be,in the face of change. Only forward remains.Slow and steady like tea.
Hello midnight travel.It has been quite a while.I'll use this time to think and unravel. Regain my freedom mile after mile. Leave me here to explore alone. How good it feels to be away from home.
I will never look at you the same ever again. What you did to me, I will never understand. How dare you ever tell me you adore me! When now all you ever do is ignore me. I don’t understand how I could change your mind.
Different, Different is the laughter, Different are the tears, Different is the feeling knowing you're one of my fears.
Honesty
Is not a virtue that will get you anywhere
Deception
Now, that is the truth for which I care
A man born mortal is a man who lies
Trying to find the words
To say but you being yourself wouldn't
understand it's a bittersweet quality.
Moistened lips so pink and full
my heart wants to tell you but my brain and foolish ego won't.
I praise God for the freedom I have in His Son,
The Alpha, the Omega, The Redeeming One
Who has made me as free as can be!
From the abuse of my sin I have been reclaimed
Broken and drained, I’m vacant inside.The hurt I couldn’t handle overflowed to a knife
Based off of “Nothing Gold Can Stay” by Robert Frost
Day’s first rise is bright
Her bleakest tinge to light
Her early beams aglow
True beauty showing so slow
Then magic disappears
Page with honest face
Mirror for the soul
To write down what cannot be said;
Mere feelings will not hold
Canvas with still grace
Reflection for the eyes
Poems:
Expression and Lyrical.
Beautifully Hopeful.
Honesty and New.
A way to be true.
Writing is my way to vent.
In my own little tent.
My way to be real.
Lies!
That's all I tell.
Maybe, I'll rot in hell.
Playing with your feelings
Making you fall deeper in love
With me.
If I just rolled over and died
I know you'd cry
I saw him standing there
All cool and suave.
For what seemed like an hour a glance we’d share.
And there he was.
He was an artist with hands big and strong.
Where will I be
When He comes for me?
In a park, in a pool,
In my bed, in my school?
When He's here,
Will I have fear?
What will I say,
"Hi, how are You today?"
I twist my lips until all the truth comes out,
But you grab my words and dump it all in the trash.
You shake me up until your truth comes out,
But they never fall because they are all lies.
Forgive me
Forgive me for loving you too much
Forgive me for not being strong enough
For not being able to bear the pain of that love
For not having the will to walk away
In the presence of royalty, she bows down and worships thee,
Kissing everything from his eyebrows to his feet,
Thinking that he’s real, and loves more than her sex appeal,
We together
make Us,
We, Us
you and me.
We fight
We argue
We disagree
We,
you and me.
We laugh
We smile
We joke
We,
you and me.
We are not only friends
But not simply coworkers.
We volunteer our time
To work as a team
In sync with harmony
Sometimes with lurch and tramp
That does not represent
The good side of us.
I don't like it,
I don't like it at all,
I'm expected but not allowed,
Yelled at but not expected,
Kicked out but still accepted,
Not accepted but still rejected,
Cared for but still rejected,
if i could breathe
the right words
let them slip
from my lips
i would take my time
to let you see my world...
from glass eyes.
if i could speak
the right words
hold them
in my hands
Soar Black bird, soar on.
Don’t let the evil of this earth
Contaminate your beauty,
Your freedom.
Don’t get caught up in this worldliness,
Instead cleanse the sky and wind,
With your gift of wings,
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.
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
