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Life is an ocean,
Filled with mystery and fear.
We fall in line with its rhythmic motion,
Pushing us through the hardships and the tears.
Imagine swimming through life,
The sketches in my notebook, and the raindrops on my window
This, Blissfully this
The art of nature and its beautiful galore, those laughs and those smiles I'd like to see more
This, Blissfully this
I am happy to be angry so I smile Yea I was angry, cause my dad left my mom.
Reality is plagued with cruelty which we try to escape in every way.Constantly seeking a new exit from the present distaste,We find hideous pleasures in the most unrecognizable treasures.
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Jackie Robinson's fist clasped in anger
From the darkness of confusion
His eyes wept pain
From the tireless ashes of death.
Are we really meant to move ahead
All the things holding us back, sometimes I just lay in bed
The war, the debt, the things we can't change
I'd speak about it but get labeled insane
People say you can’t be a lawyer because you’re a woman
Says who?
The Hobby Lobby
Taking away our good medicine for the obstruction of religious freedom
And people dying of AIDS, they didn’t know
Empty Bottles
Written by: Tara Renee Sack
Once upon a time you had a life
Made a family, had some kids
With your beautiful wife
Success
What exactly is success?
Is it striving to be the best?
Is it forgoing your rest, so that you can ace the test, even if you were blinded?
"She is lofty and proud, prideful at best
Her waist too great, her ego still greater."
Satisfying others becomes her only success
Yet only recalling the sneers of people who hate her.
I see you.
The world has chewed the edges of your dreams and pulled punches at your pride. You don’t know how to be anything but angry. Angry they cannot understand your English.
The water flows because it has nothing else to do.
The sun shines because that’s all it knows how to do.
The moon glows because that’s what it was told to do.
My heart turns blue because all it knows is how to miss you.
- It ain't easy to always do me.
- You see, sooner or later I'm going to immulate what I see on TV, or feed into the garbage somebody speaks.
Why? That is all I want to understand! Why?! A young girl will lie down and have relations with a boy that they claim they love after 3 days. A you girl will get pregnant before she has even had her cycle for a full year.
I once had a dream about shopping for a mom.
You could choose whichever you wanted
And if you weren’t content with your purchase,
An exchange or return could be arranged
As long as you had kept the box and receipt.
No, I don't wanna go where everybody knows my name, I don't wanna go where everybody glad to see me, this isn't cheers, I wanna go somewhere I can find me, I'm not tryna define me, I not a definition in a book full of non purpose words, I'm just
I am an antique clock
All brass tick tock clogs
Counting down
Time bomb in my chest
I am all architecture
Brick and stone
Stucco and Adobe
Glass and Steel
Yesterday- the perfect world
routine, structure, and sureness
when love flowed from walls and lips and
passion was spoken with every word
When brokenness did not exist and
hatred had not yet been born.
Why do you say I am not alive
I want to live and get a chancet to thrive
I depend on you so you can do what you want with me
but because I'm small is no reason to kill me
My heart is beating just like yours
The wheel spins with the Earth,
always moving,
never stopping.
Ideas spool like thread from a sewing machine in the quilt of life.
My brain ticks like a swiss clock,
endless like the quartz rock.
Who is there, that can understand
The thoughts of another
Withstand
The forces
I wonder,
are too strong
But somewhere
inside
You'll see whirlwinds of feeling
Emotions unsettled like
I was good for you.
I had everything I needed in you.
We clicked. We matched.
And I blew it. I’m sorry.
I was never bad enough for you.
Not risky enough. Too safe.
Not enough fun. Too shy.
When I looked up at the sky,
I saw myself,
I saw myself.
We the youth are suppose
To look for placement
Among the stars.
Among the sparkle.
My tracks always left a sparkle.
A blaze.
On the table lies a letter, it's envelop is weathered, and the address is smeared from the thick black ink
I'm no stranger to that scrawl, it's the man who never called, and apparently didn't consider writing me
Dear mom,
My bestfriend
My shoulder to cry on
My body guard
My dance buddy
My nurse
My hairdresser
many say it takes a village to raise a child
even though that maybe true
Dearest Teller of Time,
Why do I continue to carry you throughout the day?
You do not forget,
You do not forgive--
never pausing for me...constantly impatient.
I met a girl
once
twice
many times.
Sitting, she swung on a swing
And smiled at the clouds
she sang a song, the chorus
once
twice
many times
Here's a message to every girl across the world. Know that you are not a tool. Stop allowing men to deprive your soul with the pleasure of lust.
I make this list every few weeks.
Feeding and fending for myself.
Cheapest thing for dinner?
Probably the chicken legs.
On special: 5lb for 89 cents each.
thoughts on how that should last me for a while.
I walk outside and watch as the rain attacks my umbrella
Full force as if to prove a point. Maybe that point is that
Change is the only constant; it could simply tell us that
Sometimes it will rain, and as a result,
Carpe diem, Seize the day?
What day can a man seize?
If the next is guaranteed.
There is no day which you not see
My teenage years that have tought me
That tomorrow is just as great
As great can be.
When nobody understands,
you feel the pain first hand.
The desires you once enjoyed,
Can you guess what makes me tick?
Let me just say, it's worse than mosquito bites or any rainy day.
No, it's not cold oatmeal or when my mom changes it from my favorite song,
people tend prey on the weak ones
as much as they hate to confess.
Our world is like the hands of the homeless, empty.
There is no compassion or care amongst us anymore.
Our hearts are empty,
Walking down the street with tear in my eyes and you still have words to say to me?
My head in the ground, dirt in my face and your still kicking me?
You sit there and pick at other people's flaws
But yet you dare to self-reflect
Not know how you effect other people's confidence
You show people how to hate themselves
But not how to love them
A short Poem by Stephen Strausbaugh
Lie, Steal, Blame, Kill
You look down at us atop of your hill
Writing bills, but seeking thrills
Only you have a license to kill
Only you have a license to kill
A bone shivering day in February,
I stay at a friend's house with a few of my friends.
My friend's parents happen to have a friend over.
He's nice enough, and he drinks for hours on end.
I wont stop trying to walk on water,
Even if i cannot swim.
Not because of fear i won't
Lose all my dreams and hopes
Rusted chains cling to their hearts,
Darkness consumes them --
Children of Darkness?
Or are they Children born in Darkness?--
They cannot hear faith told,
For their ears are bound.
Give me a blind man and I'll teach him to see
I'll tell him that his eyes are useless because the world isn't always what it seems
Who are you?The question is asked and a crisis begins.They wait as if I'll answer on cue,
It’s hard to be here and not shed a tear.
To pretend to be fine, while I’m dying inside.
Useless and lost my worth is gone.
Can this ever have a Happy Ending?
“Try a bit harder, please let me in.”
Is it mine to keep? I wonder and weep. Should I change my ways? I do not wish to disobey. Shackled is my heart in this decision, For the future is a blurry vision. The path I seek, is it labeled for me, Does good conquer all deeds?
I have so many attitudes and emotions that i cant even express
Love, anger, fear, frustration and denial i cant even release
They build they're in a resevoir
The damn soon shall burst
I started to think about the sun
That hot blazing fire in the sky
Destined to bring the earth to her death
Every movement
Every heartbeat
Every breath
Gone
May 18, 2014
Say These Words
I feel so giddy and child-like,
With our fingers entwined.
Distance kept my eyes from you,
But now I can see every freckle and gleam in your eye.
These are silent love letters
Written on the tattered pages of my life story.
Cross my heart, if I have to die,
If I should ever have to say good-bye,
I will take this to the grave:
Your body is a poem why can’t you see
With all its pieces becoming one
A puzzle more beautiful than words can be
Growing as you go it can’t be undone
No one here could heal this hurt because this hurt burns deep like the earth's core, boiling up inside of me. The rage in my veins is a deadly venom that was caused by your lies and deceit.
I am worried
Worried about what?
College, the place where you get more knowledge.
I worry I won't succeed in the getting the education
I so gratefully need.
The chance to be free,
Has always been my dream.
The want to be free of debt,
And the dream to have no regrets.
Applying every day,
To at least two or three
Opportunities to get
I sit in geometry class,
Hanging on no words, not even trying to pass.
My eyelids have a heavy weight;
They don't even care that this next theorem may decide my fate.
To transform a polygon into a square?
When I write poetry
I don't just write
I don't think and consider,
Weigh the meanings of my words
And maybe that's wrong, but I don't think so
I feel this urge to find some paper,
"A! Share the road!"
"B! Bump!"
"C! City Limit!"
"D! Detour!"
"E! Exit!"
"F! Freeway!"
"G! Gas!"
"H! Highway!"
"I! Interstate"
"J! Jen put that down!"
"K! Men at work!"
Inertia is a lie
Somewhere along the way
our feet lost touch with the bare earth
and now our roots have shriveled up
and now our roots are homeless
We started at the bottom
Where we learned to say a word.
And then we moved to taking steps
And repeating things we heard.
Eventually we learned to sing
The cheerful alphabet;
A,B,C,D,E,F.G
Fresh flesh bleeds upon the ancient grounds of history
Flesh that isn't our own
Those chunks of human life belong to our brothers and sisters born to delete the wrong doings of war sickened people.
They fight.
Harvard and Yale keep mailing me
They must not have gotten my last SAT
Some Christian college won't stop trying
They must not know I follow Neil Degrasse Tyson
Where then, should I be applying?
Tick tock. Tick Tock.
Motivation which comes and goes.
I sit and watch the clock,
As it ticks and tocks.
What does it mean to make someone tick?
Both positive and negative it can be.
Hath tho beauty of thy one
With legs as powerful as stone
Weighing as much as a ton
Once again on thy throne.
She is, they are, God's gift.
Made to help man rule the world,
Everyone around me is changing.
We are all aging.
Even Mary from day care.
It is the last time we share
The friendship of our pair.
It is all just a blur.
This is the last time I will see my brother,
As kids we are asked simple questions like, "what do you want to be when you grow up? How old are you? How's life?" These simple questions are fun to answer because you still would have time to decide.
Dear Friend,
Dear Friend,
I must first entertain you with an apology.
'Tis the most I can do to indemnify,
Leaving so selfishly was a mistake.
Now time remins perpetually on the hands of my clock.
