No life left in me
I sat there lifeless, letting my mind wander
The waiting room was getting smaller
The air was getting thicker
Everything had been taken away from me
My future was non existent without her
I left the hospital with nothing
My mom was gone, there was no getting her back
I stand here four years later, doing my best
Today, she is smiling down on me
I promise you mom, I will make you proud
7.046 billion people in the world
1,200 students at the average high school
So many faces in the world
So many people that are passed by
What would happen if there was a chain reaction?
A chain reaction of love at schools?
What if it went past walls and into the world?
What if lives were changed-saved by a smile?
Walking down the hallways at a school
There are new floors, new water fountains, new passing periods
How has more attention been given to such meaningless objects
When there are humans just arm reach away who feel meaningless?
What if everyone knew how valuable they were?
What if more attention was given to people
Not building improvements, politics, drama- things that will not last long?
What if schools looked at the students not their grades?
Could lives be saved if there was a focus on the person
Not the deed, not the background?
What would happen if I loved without being afraid
Afraid of what might happen if I go against the current-
The expectation of acting like a teenager
When the earth falls down, I for one won’t be around.
Instead, you’ll see me standing near,
Up in the clouds with nothing to fear.
It won’t be pleasant but it’s in the present.
Coming to us in whirls of wind,
Shaking trees and life within,
Taking things from shore to sea,
Breaking down our world you see.
Don’t be panicked, shocked or frightened,
We saw the warnings, we knew it would happen.
Looking closer might do us good,
For all the things I see we should.
Suppressing problems can’t be right,
If we really love our lives.
Piece by piece we’ll fade away,
until dust and gases replace our space.
Because the smallest of every little fault,
will build the bricks of our downfall.
For when that tragic time has come,
everything loved will be lost at once.
And when we fall.
We’ll tumble and stumble,
Against the earth and across the ground.
Flying in sight,
With stars in our eyes,
Dreaming of heavenly worlds above.
If I had a dollar for every time I told myself I was alright id
Have warrants out for fraudI'd be a scammerConform on occasion around racist CaucasiansCause I'm not as tough as the man I debate with in the mirror How could you lie so long And not think you were wrongThat it wouldn't come back to bit yo assThe closest one in my family to get a college degree but I gotta tell em I might not passSo much riding on my success I got a little sister and two brothers In territory uncharted Most of the time I'm Tryna prove my parents wrong Cause I don't wanna sing that average 9 to 5 songComing home every night To my kids And they only see me smileWhen cognac coldIn my early 40s but my liver so oldI pray this a misinformed HypothesisNot foreshadowing what's to happenIf I look at these as the glory daysSo scared not to progress I fear failureSo I sleep lessI don't suffer from insomnia I'm from the neck of the woods Where mental health isn't even spoke aboutYou better suck it up if something's wrongWe don't got money to Waste on a psychologist Smack dabIn a food desert We have no idea what a diet is It's how they wired usRacist proprietors profitOff usBut I'm just out here Tryna get mineIn a world where the love of money Trumps the love of humanity Officer I am a human being Please don't damage meIf I had a dollar for every time I told myself I'd be alright I'd be wanted fraudA scammer Conform on occasion around racist CaucasiansCause I'm not as tough as the man I debate with in the mirror.I'm just jumping hurdles Dodging obstacles But sometimes it's feels like I'm shooking and jiving Yeah we were emancipated But how do we break free from this mental enslavement I wish A muva would try me Have him strapped to iVIf he look like meBut if he paleI'll let all his evil actions prevailGo to church Sunday And say lord you know I meant wellThey say heaven is up there but this ain't have to be hellBut when I bring up my pain every ones says I dwell I'm not as tough as the man I debate with in the mirror
I drag my feet through the halls.
Tired eyes, stress at home. Please do not fall.
Friends turned their backs.
Feeling all alone, all I needed was a good smack.
That person, who believes...believes in me.
Shun a bright light onto me and now I see.
My path. My future. My destiny.
I will follow through and be the best of me.
As I slumber through the night.
Im guided by her might.
Everyday the sunshines, it sings onto me.
Today is a new day, follow me and soon you will lead.
Filling up with strength.
It took one person to lead me to these great lengths.
Now I say onto her, "Thank you, thank you for every word." The words you twirled.
To encourage, criticize, to love and support. Which brought me back into the world.
Now its all up to me
and soon you all shall see.
The piece of me that was broken.
Has revived and it will be my token.
The trees are worn bare.
Cold creeps through, nipping the air.
Snow begins to fall.
She felt alone. Thats why she did it.
The razor like marks make her wrists look like tiger print.
She started at six years old, because it made her forget the pain in her heart if only for a little while.
The tears she shed, the molestation, rape, abuse, and neglect. Corrupted her mind to a twisted heart.
She no longer believes in love, and she no longer believes in trust.
She was left to fend for herself. A sheep in a group of wolves. Yet she made it out alive.
Her wrist tell her story, and she is not ashamed nor does she hide it.
The pain of her heart only forgotten for awhile until the pain in her wrist decreases. Then she pulls out her trusty razor to tell another story.
In the bathroom of her house is where her bloodshed tears hit the ground. In the dark is where the deed is done, and the only words you will hear is....." Only a little..."
Broadway and Twelfth, enchanted forest.
Army surplus girl-poets
wearing matching wool caps and snowy March-
spotless and battered, beautiful and cheap as pulp paper.
Esoteric covers memorized in high school,
scornful of the Good Girl and Leading Man.
Her oversized dark glasses
said “Thank you,” as I kissed you.
Love has many sides
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is blind
And sometimes love drives you out your mind
People thirst for love like it’s the only juice in the world
People hurt for love hoping that someday there heart will be healed
But even though love is an incredible thing
We don’t know love like we should
