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Ariel wanted more she dreaded being a washed up old bore. The clever mermaid dreamed of being human for more than one romantic reason the curious little creature craved knowledge
The clock strikes midnight and The golden girl that I've fallen for Turns away "I must go," she says and dashes down the steps before I can say a word "Wait!" I wish to say, but am too late
Our eyes met, but our hearts could not bear it: Ashamed to spill our secret desires That would unleash sinful scorching fires, Burning those that would’ve never permit The crime of love which we dared to commit.
This earth is a floating prison captive confined closed in at every moment the blood from the cuffs clamped so tight onto our mind the sweat of our labor burns with frustration as it coats our eyes the grease from the machine drowning us slowly bu
Once upon a... NO! That's not how they always go.   "Slaughter and feast!" This was the code I grew by, "Be the beast!" Why should I? Try as I might, I felt beaten,
Pretty little girl With a basket full of fruit.  Her mouth may smile,  But her eyes reveal the truth.    Says she's off to see her aunt,  But that's not her real plan- She has a secret hidden
There! she sits gazing blankly into space, A girl so lively and of a quick pace Afraid to let anyone into her world                                                                                                         
I'm so understated Glass slipper? I mean, so overrated Cinderella this, Cinderella that but you never hear about Drizella What's up with that?   I watched and I waited
Tonight the dogs fought, Sounding all at once Like a thousand people screaming And a flight of hundreds of crows taking off, Their wings smacking the air All at once in a horrendous cacophony of noise:
Fairytale endings are meant for princes and princesses. Who made the rule book to detemine my destiny. Breaking the rules is not how win over your true love. Changing who you are to impress a boy is preposterous.
  One second I was next to my prince, but next thing I know, he’s disappeared!? Or is it I who disappeared – did I get transported? Though it's as if I’ve grown giant,
I have orated to the lay about the dangers of AIDS & how every books page brings you a step closer to getting paid   I have recited to the rich about a large poverty ditch
Hero and heroine tackle the tower, Step By Step.
This is a test. A poem of sorts. Trying my best. To impress my cohorts...
I was born with puppet strings in my skin. With hooks in my joints and a painted-on smile. I was born to please and placate, To be Mommy's Little Angel (To look pristine). I was born to vomit bubblegum pink
Rapunzel, Rapunzel   You are stagnantly settled in fog rising from    the charring scales of black magic and you are  
In a world without magic and a world without wonder the princess Aurora Fell deep into slumber   She slipped away, unnoticed Into the deepest of sleep. But couldn't be woken
  Four White Walls, one man standing with nothing to hold onto but bare hands So dry the cold concrete can’t compare, carelessly cracking away like the desert
Sweet Tea.....You know? That Sweeeeet Tea so good you gotta stare at it after taking a sip? That "mm mmm good, freezing drop of heaven on a hot summer day" tea?
Smooth skin replaced by Broken bones;   Empty eyes seen within Melancholy mirrors.   Remorseful reflections gazing back at Spurning spirits;   Hindering hatred
Notes appear extraneous through anger and pain, government systems articulated sensations that quiver twisted predictions/ Major points are owned by peaceful spirits proposed in humble tones/ people rebell any signs of guidance or help provided, l
Goodnight Life   goodnight moon and  goodnight stars   goodnight saturn and  goodnight mars   goodnight clouds and  goodnight rain  
I’ve always wondered why we treat animals like soulless beings, But I’ve come to realize that we are heartless and have no feelings.   We always pretend that we want to make the world a better place,
Do dreams really come true? Do Fairy God Mothers' really believe in,  "Bippidie Boopidie Boo"? Do needs and desires have a common rhyme? Then, why do I feel like I am running out of time?   
Once upon a time, there lived three dwarf brothers who lived in a city surrounded by a great stone wall they lived in safety, happy and carefree until they met an elf who had a great fall
I was the final descendant, the last of my kind.   Our bones were built of bread, our enemies in tiny Bits in our bellies, their taste bitter.  
There were nine of us At the bottom of the tree   We were separated by four visible roots Three on the first Two on the second
The Walmart nametag pinned to an ill-fitting vest read “Phoenix,” but he had no wings, just long skinny limbs that were good for reaching merchandise on high shelves.
I wake. I cry. 4 A's, but a blemish. The single smudge on my reigning crown. The shade on my everbright domain. The hungry caterpillar to my blooming garden.  The ominous C. 
As I jog along the lush earth, the flaming ball sets on the horizon, and the morning dew rises as the ice begins to defrost. The Eden garden awakens as the sphere of light rises beyond the early morning sky.
There lied sweet, little Red Riding Hood Who felt the impulse to see her grandmama She wasdressed in a red cape and held a basket with delicious food Red symbolized her adventure in the mysterious forest
She could have asked for anything: Diamonds,Dresses,Dainty Delicacies. But she knew None of those things mattered.She had all she needed:A father's love,A mother's memory,Her beloved books. But there was one thing she wanted,Something so fleeting,
  We are the venom that freezes the mind,  The acrimony that plunges its blade Into the flesh of individual-kind, And buries the ego with rusted spade.   I am the antidote that thaws the creed,
Join and fight, join to die. Join to paint, a blood-red sky. The artists are the infantry, The archers black a sky to see, The flames, the art, Troy to dust While Hektors sword gives way to lust,
The world is crap. The endless sounds of voices echoing in our heads telling us we’re not good enough, we’re not pretty enough, all the voices accumulating space in our brain so the only thing we think is this.
IMPROPERLY GIVEN! {A SAD STORY} Precious was a lady who was used to being given she demanded clothes, she was given, she demanded money, she was given, she demanded love, she was given,
when we were young life was easy we never did care who did what n who was who, fast forward.
A song of war and victory Is a melodic mystery. Good and evil symmetry Instrumental and sentimental melancholy entity Could it be lack of knowledge? Or failing to acknowledge another product...
In school I used to say ---”I pledge allegiance,” to America, a country I now, struggle to remember my allegiance to.
The day that a politician berates the hypocrisy that plagues their flawed program is the day that politics becomes extinct. In place of fanged teeth and outstretched claws,
There is a spray tan in the oval office.  I don’t want to hear from the Tangerine Man about his wall.  The word ‘them’ has a greater capacity to separate people than any wall. 
NUMBERS   Dedicated to the people around the world who I really want to help. …but I can’t quite just yet.  
  L is for little, the little things that make each and every person unique O is for optimism, the optimism in every relationship
The President of the United States is a symbol of sexism. The man shamelessly slips his hands up women’s skirts, While pleading we abandon our protests because his ego hurts. But I refuse to rest my resentful recitations
America studies 10,000 years versus 2.6 million of human existance, Ignores many the many great civilizations of Africa, The development of the African Diaspora, And look over its significance and continued importance.
They say this is the land of the free, but how can that be when the police are shooting black people like me.
Headlines. Trump- worst president in history Trump ruined America How Trump is spending his money The truth about Trump.  Okay, so we hate Trump.  How many of us can really say why?
I tried to list out all the problems in society. But there are so many in this country.   Racists and Rapists run rampant, Some even run for office And they get elected.
Is This Not The Very Nation Built on religion That goes to elaborate A clear Segregation Between Church And State And the same country that
Red white and blue, oh my how I miss the real you.    These lands wail with the voices of our ancestors  Yet the hands of our government are controlled by investors Now the streets are home to hordes of protestors.
America’s AmmunitionThe Devil's in the White City Drenched our Angels in red Never help us when we Bleed More Power telling how we Bled
Predators around on the prowl trying to find easy prey. Their bow is cocked and ready and they let the arrow fly. You die just a little for you watched with shame as they hit their target.
Noble white hands go againstThe wind. Playing with the tanned sand,Slips from her ivory hands. Tiny palmchatsMingle, mimicking the sand and hand,As they fly far to another land. Now, I
Police brutality Y’all need to wake up it’s a reality Kids can get shot Without a second of thought Parents living absent from their child
"America the Beautiful" We sing with pride Yet we are blind To our own dark side People are starving for hope Starving for a scrap of food While the rich step on their backs
I used to Spend every eyelash, every dandelion wish Hoping for someone to make me feel happy I used to Think about you and radiate joy I used to
At 6 I never had a friend So when someone came up to me and said “Bare your soul and I'll give you the lint from my pocket,” I told her, “You can pay me by being a friend.”
Black is blue.Blue black.Black blue.A hue,No one can see but me and you.I Don't know why it's blue, Just is Blue.
Warm wind whistles low. Humidity increases quite slow. Rain begin to fall in the heat of day. All the children hide away.  A mother reaches out her hand. Promises to protect the land. Promises to care for the children who live in said place. Promi
How can we be freeWhen homeless lay shivering in the streetsHow can we be freeWhen we are disgraced for whom we loveHow can we be freeWhen children with guns run rampantHow can we be free
She is so naughty, If she smiles it seems pretty When she walks on the meadow street, The surrounding nature wants to do her tweet.
Oh you poor little humans, You Selfish Ignorant Humans you think that your cause is right, but your fight is not a just cause.   You fight for injust reasons hoping for change
You are the reason why my life is better. You are the only one who can make me smile, just telling me a ok which I don't like but you make me liked. Love you
The land of the free  it isn't all it's cracked up to be Indeed it's worse away from here But still, as free as we claim to be as free as freedom should be It Isn't.  
he walks the dusty dirt road, skipping stones in the stream, singing songs to the sky, painting a picture of perfection for the untrained eye.   but as the stream curves closer to the dusty dirt road
It must be easy to be white in America. Let me be more clear. It must be easy to be a wealthy, white, straight man in America. Tell me, what do they have to fear?  
This Nation America Claims to be Learned But We Cannot Find a Way To Give Our Children the Education They Deserve From Elementary School we can see the funds are Preserved Somewhere Else  
It is said that mankind is machinery That people are but pieces and parts Cogs and coils in some colossal cosmic clockwork Our directions and diction dictated by dials
So, here we are, here’s to the death Of youth. Let us embrace this space In time, let us exhale this last breath Of childhood awe and leave this place Which we lived in our own wild wonder.
LOOKING FOR REAL IN WORLD OF UNREAL. IT IS NOT ME BUT THE MAN IN ME. IT IS NOT ME BUT YOU IN ME. IAM NOT GOOD NOR SO BAD. WHEN EVER I LOOK MY SELF I DID'NT FIND MY SELF ITS LIKE ITS ALL YOU.
We started off united, as one whole We fought for us, not against each other Now this country's heart has a gaping hole We don't accept people like a brother.  
A country, founded on faith and freedom Fought through wars amongst itself and externaly, Still stands as strong as the once might Hercules. Although we are perhaps one of the youngest nations,
Dear Ms.Queen So you say how you're some sort of Queen and from the looks of it you have a lot of people under your spell well glad to see that you're living like Beyoncé, just a few notches less.
the s        k         y. oh say can you see-   abundant America adjourns the act -attacks-
My life is full of  snakes. I feel like i am drowning in a lake. A lake of  burning fire. I cant breath because the toxic fumes. fill my lungs and fill me with gloom. I cannot breath, I can't even try.
Work 9-5 every day But these Bills I cannot pay I try to go to school But my passion I have to overlook Cause it costs $500 just for the fricken textbook Our jobs are being moved All under trade deals
These days children are crying Old people are dying The privileged are whining "Why can't everyone have MediCare!" "That's so not fair!"
Here I was born, in the land of the free, where my parents choose to serve. Yet, from how others have been treated, that I see, Is it really the name it deserves?  
Best life with new world Test all parts of the work And contribute our life Is that NEW vision
What is a stress For one we miss force And that beat Lagos Lead to miss strong   Let me express a stress  By explanation of strength In which I have experience Ad dig a stress a hole
America. Home of the brave and land of the free. It's not a terrible place to be We have great traditions
For my daughter: I wish only the greatest of aspirations so that when somebody says “No!” She will say “Yes!”
You must kill the beast, That's what I've been told, Bring your blade 'tween its eyes, Like in the days of old.
Now- I reach the summit and sigh, watching as the heaving breath becomes fog- then melts away. And I smile, clutching aching sides. It's hurts more than I care to admit this year of days passed by. 
I haven't taken statistics but here's a probability A young boy learning about all his impossibilities His ability slated down to mediocre normality
Summer slips by, But not those mistakes. Fall befalls, Up, Up are the stakes. Winter's nighttime tarries, Implored to find haste. For she invokes the thought, "Egad! Wherefore thou waste!"
Not long ago, did the cosmos seam to shake And disclose to me my own perspective.   I looked into a mirror And saw my face, My eyes, my hair, my skin.   Then, in nothing short of a miracle,
The smell The scene Sphynx Grounded without sense As I was As I am Past with sadness Present with seduction
dark. her eyes dart from side to side. nothing. slowly, she lowers herself onto her knees;
The glare of blue and green sparkle in sun letting all children play in sea and sand. Swimming, digging, basking, all make it fun for which it is called a vacationland.
"You're gifted; if only you'd apply yourself," he's told for eleven years. "They don't know me like I know myself." The boy loves but envies his peers. "No awards to be shown on my shelf,"
I am depressed. I am depressed I am D E P R E S S E D. I wear it like a badge upon my chest that defines me!
I am depressed. I am depressed I am D E P R E S S E D. I wear it like a badge upon my chest that defines me!
you’ve shouted at meyou’ve put me down when i needed you to be there for mei called you my group of friendsnow, you can’t stand the fact that i don’t like what you like
Black In America. i felt it for the first time. how Ironic. I was always Black In America.
Everyone whispers behind me,Their breath tentative on my neck.They point at me and say,Remember who she used to be?A year ago I was running, leaping, bounding, endlessly traveling forward.
Money, money, money, I used to think it was funny.   People say it makes many smile. Yet, the need for money is unpleasant, haunting, and vile. As a kid, I was made to believe money grew on trees.
The sun shines and the birds chirp It’s a perfect day for everyone but us Little do we know that change awaits Change that will forever alter our lives   We said good luck and wished you well
At the start of the year, all I saw was distress and doubt. I saw only the negative parts of my life, and I constantly doubted myself and others. I was in negative relationships
Dear friend Dear father Dear lord Dear creator Dear god That's what you are Right?My questions overwhelm meAnd even now I doubt When will I learn to trust you,Live free, and Give my all to youGod I'm tiredTired of knowing of you But not knowing yo
As the clock strikes midnight And one-six is one-seven Is anything to be reflected upon, Has anything happened?   I have happened.
from a wilted whisper to a unyielding yell you've forced my hand i won't back down anymore.
17 years.  I had been asleep for 17 years.  Lost in a world of dreams, hopes, and aspirations, I forgot that i was a teenage girl, almost out of high school, with no "teenage girl in high school" experiences. 
Everyone meets someone with a timidly shy, "Hello". You walk up to them, stop for a second and let your heart play Cello. Your strong powerful legs can turn to complete Jell-o.
Everyone meets someone with a timidly shy, "Hello". You walk up to them, stop for a second and let your heart play Cello. Your strong powerful legs can turn to complete Jell-o.
Everyone meets someone with a timidly shy, "Hello". You walk up to them, stop for a second and let your heart play Cello. Your strong powerful legs can turn to complete Jell-o.
Mistakes due to lack of wisdom Mistakes due to a certain environment Mistakes because kids are kids Those who cannot make up for their mistakes Kids with ruined lives because of their mistakes
I thrive in all corners of the world. You know me from the mall, from the office, from the smooth rhythm of the sleeping baby’s breath.  
One March after a cool, winter flurry The silent, beautiful world rested A youthful boy, full of hope but worry Felt as if he was being tested
Winter. My skin is cold For a brief moment. I find a false warmth And spring becomes him.   I find myself deeper, Embedded, In a warm blanket Of lies. Of a false face.
The boy who was made of bones The boy who never stopped sweltering The boy who had no clothes The boy who only scavenged The boy who only knew sorrow The boy who lost a family...  
It always starts cold. Living life bold. Wrestling got old. Final grades out. Im smart with no doubt. But never had water in the spout. Summer rolled around. Football training by the pound.
When you went away, I dreamt of the sun drenched mornings we spent together, and I thought of the smell of the sea in your wet hair and the glint of sand on your skin as I watched you drive us home,
Girls like me look like they have a simple life. Girls like me read at 10pm. Girls like me go to sleep at 4am. Girls like me cry to sleep.
Thankful for the laughter Thankful for those I'm around Thankful for before and after Thankful for where I'm bound   Proud to take part Proud to be who I've become Proud to have a heart
Three, two, one... I dive straight in, and I hear the commotion and clouds of confetti, I come up in a new year.   Seat belt, please - Anxiety, nervousness,
Tomorrow...  
Not fearless. Still brave. Dare to dream. Lovely. All of the things I so desire, and delight in. Conspiring against tragedy.Shakespeare wishes it was a comedy. Escaping from scapegoats, and illness blighting.
Why dost thy beauty grace this barren earth? Sagacious saint, silently solemn, blue Cursing the breezes and lacking due mirth
On the cusp of my big break with Patience and Faith going to strive for excellence and just can't wait knew long ago that the worlds very big  that no one could conquer  nor make it alone
As I walked down this busted up bowling alley,A guy,Looks to be in his mid-40's decided to approach me.He tapped my shoulder,Looked over to be welcomed with a decent comb over.
I am from the Garden State. From the city full of violence, gangs, and drugs; Criminals competing to become frauds and thugs. The competition created by the innovation of the city.
I am from the Garden State. From the city full of violence, gangs, and drugs; Criminals competing to become frauds and thugs. The competition created by the innovation of the city.
Candles sit on the ledge, each prosperous flame unique, Talk, whisper, scream, and dance they do with unrelenting passion.
Abstract black and gray eyes are etched eternally On the silver band, and purpose surrounds the iridescent stone atop its metal throne, I glance down at it to behold a feeling of candy sweet comfort piercing my strained heart.
new year, new me, that's what they say  but why would you change you, why would you have it another way dont change yourself for others, stay true to yourself 
Twenty-Sixteen. Year of chance, year of love, year of heartbreak. Love was lost as partners left, Loneliness engulfed kids as divorce struck them Leaving them longing-
Who am I? Quite a question Inside, does there lie truth? I am I really a nice and sweet “little girl” But what else lies within you?
What makes you happy when you are at the lowest of the low?   My year was busy. My year taught me many things, one of which was to find the happy from the sad.  
It's funny how life can be. One second your on a bus then thrown in front of a train. Suddenly your routine of four years disappears and a new one develops,
Pent up emotions breaking their seal dripping from the sky lit magenta, peach, purple. Diverse like me
Does your mother strain her brain for words and correct English pronunciation patterns the same way you strain your eye muscles  at the minuscule black letters hovering from the 
It had to be a fucking honda The #1 car in townThose backseatsThose marks on meThat's where it all went down  
As the night falls softly on the frosted eve, All alone a star shines, wanting to relieve Any doubts or sorrows leaning on the mind After cold dispensing, cruel and unkind.  
February 23rd was almost 17 years deceased  But 2016 in America produced a false reflection of me And Frantically  I found myself  Inside the glass of a man made mirror image  Throw my skin casket 
What rhymes with cancer? My mother. But it’s not the introduction to death That made me who I am, It’s the thought of when I will take my own last breath.
I believe that many say, time changes It molds, grows, shapes, scrapes, You  I, with tired limbs, heavy eyes, a crazy sleep schedule
Who are you?What makes us?When you take awayAll the lies, our walls, the fearsWhen there's nothing leftBut our soul?Just the esscenceOf us?Who are we?Just a numberA speck of dust
You are crazy; I am mad, And we are glad To be not alright. So we are put here for the mental, To be shocked into correction, And be brought into affection, But we didn't say we didn't feel.
This year has been incredibly difficult to me This year I have had tumultuous struggles that arrive in three's... I have conquered my fears and reached for the stars, This year has been an abundance of scars.
Went into the year with a head full of steam, caught up in myself like a normal teen. Valedictorian sister, left for college and I missed her. Grades began to tank, so my self esteem sank.
Like a lake of fire, I burn all my Kush and money. Good kid, got soul, Satan wanna take it from me. Can't pull the trigger to cop gold God thinks it's bummy. So a poor ass Joe pours out his soul cause he's so hungry.
I’m born from a line of women that are warriors—silent in strength, brave by heart. I stretch myself sometimes too far to help others, but I love helping those I love, and those I don’t
The summer of 2016 A summer fulled with the purest form of joy I have ever experienced A summer spent with the people I love A summer with adventures around every courner A summer abundent with new experiences
Hands are always in the air out of fear and not for cheerThere's so much thats been happening this yearParents sheltering children from the newsThey're in denial but we all know the truthThe story about the little boys that can't even tie his shoe
The room was too wide and emptyFor a little girl with soul yearned for love;And there came her only friend,Who, all day long, by its brainless mindOpens the enormous eyes, staring up the ceiling.“I gave you this doll,To be your best friend, and to
The boy's head turns Away from the light In the sand he sits, Dark eyes in a loving night. Steady tugs and pulls-- The waves enkindle his heartstrings-- Like a bow on an instrument;
I, Me, and Myself   I, had a short my life, but it’s not insignificant; I, once in had a dream, and now am still on the path of pursuing;
The Everlasting Song   The world is announcing its ends.  And no one is there to stop it. It’s starting. The broken symphony is echoing around. The melody of rain falls down like tears.
As the saying goes, You Don’t Know Jack But let me tell you something. You Don’t Know Andrew I’m the kid who used to cry himself to sleep because he was bullied
 In Life and Death Where do we stand? The boundaries that are at best shadowy and vague Who says where one ends? Where the other begins?  
My aunt is to me the greatest person in this world,one of a kind and one in a million. She has the biggest heart with the most caring touch,which she shares with so many of us.
In the palms of some mad love Catharsis and a coma, symptoms of my soma From what foul slum did this sickness spread?   Not everyone's a part of the lucky some Eyes wide open, conscious, willing and brash
When I opened the door to my mind every morning I would groan, saying It's time to open the lids to my eyes, hoping everything would go well at school. My mind all in a flurry,
Hearing voices in my head Saying words meant not to be said. The occasional restless sleep, No sense in counting sheep. Face flushed and red, Wishing I were dead. A sadness so deep,
as i walked in the door my heart skipped a beat its somthing i cant ignore but although it must be treat   Im not yet ready to come out and tell nore am i ready to show as well
souls of the pasts were the jews that didnt surive the terrible war they were burried souls of the pasts are the jews that are hard to remember for the sacrofice their lives
Living day by day Through these aches and pains Go home just to relax Taking meds by the packs No, I'm just playin’ Listen to what I'm sayin’
It is comforting to be One roll in bed away From my societal savior   My armoire holds my armor, And with my combat boots, I am always battle ready   Whether it’s heels unsteady
Soul over mind, if mind is over life, well that's the end of mine Why receive hate when I'm trying to be kind, don't watch my step unless I'm stepping on a mine
  What, I wonder, makes my alarm clock worth bearing? I tell you, a hope that I may enhance some lives. What, I wonder, might mute my morning moan-like sigh? A small thing inspires my mood... a smile I'm wearing.
I wake because I’m drowning; Life’s currents submerging me- I’m verging on tears and utter exhaustion And falling asleep by nothing but fault.
Stress. It’s everywhere, a vulture waiting until I drop. Waiting, waiting until the last brick is on my shoulders and I crumble into nothingness.
I woke up a little bit afraid about crossing the darkness of that park, But when the fine arts building with lights appeared behind the trees, I could breathe easier.   We all have different reasons to be,
When we meet, theres no telling what can come of it. Visiting the town, we check whats new at the market. Falling into papers and dice is merely the start. A few bad turns and we all take it to heart.  
If I want to succeed as bad as I want to breathe, then I will be successful. In order for me to succeed I must get up for school to read. Knowledge is power. Me without knowledge there's a high chance life will devour.  
i watch the hurried world go by a somber and sweet sight people pass with eyes glaring down as the sky kisses the earth   my heart sinks to the bottom of a dark and empty world
I’d rather spend 7 bright-eyed mornings Chasing empty skies than risk Waking up hollow 7 years from now To realize the world was shifting Without my notice, Under my starry-eyed gaze, Blurred from looking into the sun, At the loud and brilliant, D
  Shrills of laughter embedded in the atmosphere, swirling clouds of music raining symphonies among us. River brooks streaming poetic words tickling our toes,
Elizabeth, meaning the “Oath of God,” or “God’s satisfaction.” A girl who is supposed to be beautiful and feminine.
Feeling the breeze through my hair, The clouds guarding me from the sun, And the droplets dampening my skin; The rains bring bliss to my world. I stand still but my heart races:
I wake up looking at reflections of yesterdays stress dried on the corners of my mouth and my undying ambition trapped in the tangled stranded nest on top of my cranial Center find my balance in an icy warm shower.
Mornings can be the bane of your existence Mornings can be a pain in the butt Mornings set you up for the day Mornings aren't always fun, "hurray" Mornings can make you strife
When I wake up for my long dreams. I wake up to make them true. The first thing I do is give thanks to God because I Could open my eyes again to see my family.  
Every day my brown eyes flicker to life at  7 o'clock in the mornings  The dread that invades my mind of being awake again ruins my whole day My alluring Sweet Beautiful dreams will have to wait until
When you speak to me, breathe sweet words into my ear drums through
When I feel despair rise in the back of my lungs And the grip of it strangling me from within Then I feel the call of my siren Beckoning me for a midnight meet  
Wonder Woman as she beMonths of pain and suffering Everyday on those achy feet Just to smile when she hears my heartbeat Her anatomy exceeding its limits Doing tricks That no man could experience That was all before I came into existence But in an
Locker 1453. I left a part of myself behind your door on the last day of seventh grade; you wheezed and sputtered when I opened you,  but I didn't mind; for you had become a strange sort of companion
There’s nothing quite like the smellOf the gym’s weight room at 12:10 on a Tuesday night,Sweat rolling off in torrential waves as worrieswander away into the air vents.  
I go to a school Kids everywhere I go to a school Love nowhere I go to a school Some friends somwehere I go to a school Hatred everywhere
I awake to my alarm clock screaming through the darkness. The sound pounds unforgivingly on my eardrums, and I feel tired.
She
Each day am I faced with reasons to stay asleep: Pressures, and challenges, promises to keep. Crippling anxiety keeps me up all night, And lack of self-worth further worsens my plight.
The sweat beads down my forehead fists clenched "You're a loser!" "You're a man without a backbone" My instincts have me ready to attack But I catch something in my periphery
Seeing the smile on young child’s face Learning to read or To tie her shoes Sitting around the table with my family Laughing at my dad’s dumb jokes or Playing a made-up word game
         Little Friends My alarm screeches out a warning of the coming five o’clock morning My head is cloudy and my thoughts are foggy
Rifling through the Pages The sweet smell of  Paper And ink, as it makes aware its Presence. Oh sweet words that capture me and make a  Participant  In your stories. I cannot begin to
The sound of rain filled her insides while she sat and gawked at the sky a light gray that described her mind a place that has been able to unwind monetarily mesmerized by the effortless elegance of the rain 
When I feel down these are things I do.  The many ways I cope is how I show my hue.   
They say there are seven wonders Created by the earth, But no one ever mentions The burger's birth.   With every fresh bite devoured A baby laughs for the first time.
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Oh Holy Ghost this ehco toasts to love that's long been gone.   I started praying because of you. Like the Holy Ghost you were always there, always wanted never there, never wanted My first love.
An endless summertime bliss at a tall, tan, inviting home on the beach, The waves of summer roll in and slowly leave an impression in the white sand, A girl, seventeen and beautiful, filled with freckles
RISE-Ian “wordsmith” Munywe two sides of a divide collide inside,audibly voicing their thoughts. optimism reverberates severely,realism ricochets as quite a formidable term. resounding trials too eminent,life manifested in a perplexity of events.
You take one look at me and what do you see? A girl who not yet a woman? Someone who has life made? Well, look again. I have lived in two different homeless shelter. Truth be told I graduated high school while I was living in one.
You came into my life unexpectdly, and everything took a turn for the better. Your warm eyes, your laugh, the sincere way you speak, and the kindness you showed me, all became a part of my life.  
Beautiful Brown Briyana     I beautiful brown Briyana, the athletic girl…
Circles and stems. Circles and stems flowing across a page. The grand staff housing each note in its own space. Everything belongs. Major or minor? You choose,
What makes me happy? A stroll under the moonlight, Warm tea with a good book, sleeping in and working late, are some of the things that light up my day. A sky full of rain, a smile on someones face,
A big blank space all our own Listening to our loved ones talk on the phone Watching a young boy throw his dog a bone The world we live in seems so vast But we may see when all time has passed
Why cant we see the ones we hurt and the tears we cause.
Sun sets slow on the soft shiny snow. Lofty, lazy, long loncoln-log-lodge lays lackluster. Picture perfect people proudly playing Principato. Super stoked ski-bums sip sultry cider.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP That's my alarm for me to get up and start the day.   I wake up at 5:30 am   And for what?     Because I know I have to be grateful to wake up at all.
I Am Suffering in Silence   I have a fear of sounds Everyday, casual sounds Chewing, swallowing, crunching, popping
You were my life and, my light. Then came that cold, dark night Now the only time i see your face is in the pictures of this old place Without you, i dont know what to do Why did this happen to you?
Sweat, wet sheets stuck to sallow skin. White light, slices through the blinds. My room in slivers. Morning, coffee rich breath and that stale brain. Mirror,
My Written Voice   My voice is weak, whispery, withering I have to repeat myself twice, three times. Words are trapped behind my lips Waiting on my tongue The words I wish to speak
Tight dark curls,Overly tousled.Wild eyes,Bordering insanity.Exaggerated gesturesSuggestive smirks.Sweet, sultry, sensual,Presumptuous and playful.Bold lips,Painstakingly painted.
Singing with The Smashing Pumpkins      at sunset. Slumberous teenagers sinning      on swing sets. Soul mates trapped in      sundripped snapshots. Sipping a strawberry shake-      two straws.
Sly, surreptitious scholarships Challenging conundrums Mysterious to my mind Frustrating forms of financial aid Why must money for education be such a dull, dizzying, difficult obligation?  
The listless, lugubrious lexiconMust be revised past its former glory.Words forgotten, relentlessly rememberedRote recited.Left unattended, now must be attentively monitored. Words will deliver an essay.
I love listening to lively alliteration. Boring and bland becomes beautiful. Alliteration is the sugar that sweetens my sour sentences. The sumptuous spice that is sprinkled upon my dull and depressing writing.
Born a Prince, I was guided and groomed by the Alimighty (to be a King). Mentored, thrown into the thorns until through and through I was thickened- and taught to triumph.  No doubt, I was tailor made for the throne.   
Spectator of the darker side When the world wallows in slumber Proclaimer of heavy shadows Fractured and fallen feelings encumber  I would invite sleep if I could 
Long day So much going on Im tired What can help me out? I need some tunes Now, I feel really good Sound sounds so smooth
Passions not pursued will decay without stopping. Give reasons to smile.  
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
To Wind Me Down Is to judge me like a book Flip through my pages And leave a recommendation   Pages filled with anger Angry enough to turn yellow Yellowing with time Time that isn't mine
Different kinds of tired   All day at the beach sleepy My wet hands on your warm skin Salty hair knotting under sugary scented shampoo Bed sheet tides pulling and pushing against our stomachs
Outpourings of my soul Pathways to my mind Overflows of my heart Portraits of the “real me” inside   Desire and dream dancing oh so freely Fear and pain relenting as they lose secrecy
I shook her hand, feigning firmness, but she must have seen I was shaky and unsure.   That wasn’t the first time
He was no longer, But I still was. By: Amanda Athena Christidis   He was. Relentlessly restricting. Reluctant towards my repentance.  
There was wire chained inside me,  Spools of lead wrapped tightly, The weight of words drowned me.   A reticent tongue deprived my growth, A scarred soul shut my bones.  
Written Expression Stuck. Brick barriers of muddy membrane. Imprisoned. Caged by my thoughts and identity. Black, young, and Christian.
      My eyes are mirrors  reflecting the kind-hearted, innocent girl visible to others. Revealing an optimistic and cool-headed child.       My skin color embraces my Hispanic heritage. 
When I was a little girl, I would pray. With my eyes wide open and my head tilted back in wonder, Struggling to soak up every ounce of happiness and sunshine I could
“Poet, breathe now.” Adam Gottlieb’s words soon stuck in my head. “Louder Than a Bomb” sketched in my notebook. Poetry. Enthusiasm from those slammers on stage.
Night beckons, Night heals, It brings forth all the demons of the mind, and sets them before you. Survive until dawn, And all your fears will be dispelled The soul shall be cleansed,
She was quiet. While her classmates shot their hands to the skies, She dropped her eyes to the floor, Attention was not her thing.  
Feet dangle inches above Tantalizingly taunting  They strive to graze the bicycle’s pedals, Just as my hands strive to emerge From the lemon yellow dress You handed down to me.
Emerson, Tennyson, Chaucer, Shakespeare Wadsworth, Whitman, a William several times I fear. Poetry entered my life through reading.   From Longfellow’s nature to Hughes’ flow
Who am I? a question we as a lost people try to derive from but the answer never truly comes. how do we explain our pain,
This poem is on poetry. People, places, purposes, through these my writing flourishes and becomes a piece of me.   This poem is on poetry. I cannot help but notice everybody losing focus
This poem is on poetry. People, places, purposes, through these my writing flourishes and becomes a piece of me.   This poem is on poetry. I cannot help but notice everybody losing focus
Many are suprised that I derive from the logic that you should have a say in what happens to you. May seem tedious but if you don't say anything the vampirism spreads and the corspses rise
poetry makes it easier   the attempt of articulation of the abstract; feelings too unfocused to figure; emotions endlessly endeavoring for expression
Natures first green is gold I had always read a lot, but never much poetry Her hardest hue to hold
There is a sound that everybody knows There’s a wave in the wind, someone who is heavy, brawny, grows There's a story lurking, largely lengthy, hardly told
Yea, Alabama!   It’s a Saturday in the South. You can hear the sausages sizzle as they set on the grill. You can hear the fizz of the carbonation as someone cracks open another cold one.
Tossing and turning and it’s 2:17 AM I can’t sleep with sheets twisted around my limbs stretching and grasping in the dark at the dark and it’s too hot this pillow under my head I turn it over 27 times
If you ask me of love  I will tell you that it is enigmatic That you will feel it in the trenches of your soul And in the most lofty places of your mind
Sometimes you're just a paper- crumpled, torn, and stained Sometimes you're just a prisoner- locked in with the pain Sometimes you're just a grain of sand- drowning in the tide
oh love love is life love is every think  we say love is forever but why does it kills we say love builds but does it distory we say love is warm but why do we shiever oh love i need an answer from you
In all of the madness that I see, and all of the nonsense that surrounds me, I look hard to find meaning in the ever increasing insanity. Is there a place for me?  
What do you think when you see that girl walking across the street?With her head held down, eyes forward, feet flat on the ground, the hijab covering her head full of disparaging thoughts?
The human body a shell Social standards make rules  Inner turmoil, a living hell Razor tongues used as tools    Changing is the mind  Ideas trapped inside  Expression kept confined 
me.    skin and bones and thoughts and stones that drag me   d             o                         w                                     n   as they cling to me,
Abroad I battle challenges with hope Despite the nightly toil and days alone, The songs of poetry to soothe my soul The world of words to make me whole once more. Left I the motherland four years ago
I am a young woman who constantly seeks for answers I am a young woman who is ambitious and determined about her work I am a young woman who is conscious about the way she looks because
You say you know me? Tell me who I am. What do I like? Do I prefer a bottle or a can? You say you’re not sure? But you said you knew me very well!
The beauty of the world has been masked with a false sense of acceptanceYou are designed In his favor and you aren't even smart enough to accept itWe simply continue to reflect on the irrelevant and neglect what's most import
There are times when words can’t express emotions. Times where the human vocabulary is incapable of deciphering the intensity of what goes on in the mind.
In the darkest of days,In the loneliest of nights,When the Sailor is lost at sea,The Northern Star is his guide, his hope. In the cataclysmic oceans, the Sailor is thrown against a typhoonAnd as the Cepheus crashes against the vigorous vitality of
They Come.Flapping their feathered wings.Mocking me in their bizarre language of squawks and gibberishCircling like vultures above unsuspecting vesselsSearching for scraps. If one brings out food on a boat, They Come. They Come in their vast numbe
I want to feel you under my skin. I want you to push your palms into my cartilage, Make my ligaments ache for weeks, Months,  Years.   Centuries from now, 
What can I say? In my head it plays, Roughly, Loudly, Pounding, BANG! The words, they burst out, They roar, they shout. Like crashing pans-- A constant clatter and clang,
The palms sway and wave at us from up above. Lifeless feet shuffle across the horse trodden bricks of Sevilla Street,
We dye our hair crazy colors. They call us “ghetto”.   They dye their hair crazy colors. They call them “hipsters”.   We twerk. They call us “ratchet”.   They twerk.
Buzz Buzz Bzuz Bzzu Bzzu Bzzu Buzz Bzuz Buzz Bzuz
My eyes were bright; they glimmered with hope The type of hope no one could contain. My cheeks were rosy and soft You could see the innocence that still lingered In my inexperienced eyes.  
I used to stay up late into the deep dark night I would watch, think, read, or give myself a fright The darkness under my baggy green eyes gave way
The set structures of our society Pressuring people towards propriety Our nation's built on the variety Yet I was hated because I was different Now can't you see the irony
Sitting in my own thoughts, pen in one handy My magical pen outlined with a fuzzy pink material Just as fuzzy as cotton candy swirling round in a machine
I'm not much of a creative writer. I'm not a genius, and I'm not a fighter. Just an average student on break going day by day, Missing the plentiful dining hall buffet. I sleep all day like a newborn baby,
I think it's officially my lifeI hear original narratives and think of all the people going through strifeIt's plaguing their lives and here I am writing about my #FirstWorldProblems
There were lives lost while people crouched in bathroom stalls, Knowing What could come next. They could only text their mothers While a gunman tested the nation. We've seen it before.
The rain clashes against these smirking pub lights, welcoming strangers walking on wet roads. Stocky men mark the room's corners reaching up women's exposed upper thighs, Partners in this rain dance.
When I was four I heard big rumbles I heard the Earth cracking And trees snapping I saw streaks of white Flash across the sky. On this day my mother told me about thunderstorms.
Gnarled fingers folded in silent stillness Never again to interlock with another’s hand Enchanting eyes closed in blatant finality Never again to twinkle with adventure
Curiosity is a curious thing, thus causing curious thinking, and thereby creating curious minds.   Imagination is an empowering thing, thus illunimating imaginitive thinking, and thereby
Only so many times a heart can tear So why did it? None of you were there   Hard to think that You'd believe all their lies It left me tongue tied So I cried   
Poetry. Rhythm woven from strings of metaphor displaying everyday occurences  as vibrantly as a marquee.  Words painting pastels with splashes of deep heavy reds and bright sunshiny yellows.
Poetry. Rhythm woven from strings of metaphor displaying everyday occurences  as vibrantly as a marquee.  Words painting pastels with splashes of deep heavy reds and bright sunshiny yellows.
Who are you America?
The page, the page - It's mocking me. A 1,000 and one ideas yet nothing to say. Blankly it stares waiting for me to bleed Black ink memories and moments Of times of turmoil and trepidation,
When you go through things You see alot of things Experience things But you somehow live through the things You experience sorrow But you live to see tomorrow And in this time it shows you
I’m picking puzzle pieces to preach the perfect purpose of why I’m trying to whittle and woo These wondrous words Into an artwork,
Up again, Awake and aching for a change, A shift in the vicious circle, Where life takes all prisoner, And leaves nothing but stones  In the ground. Don't make a sound
In a blink of an eye knowledge appeared through learning and experience In the clouds of my thoughts created an abundance of creativity and imagination In the realization that words are full of awe of inspiration
When college isn’t for you do you just run away and quit Do you go to your dorm and throw a fit Do you call that special someone? Do you rely on your parents to help and support you? Or do you just try and forget
Drifting in a languid landof singing prairies and crystalline lakes,I wander toward a jeweled tree, radiant sapphire and ruby in a halcyon dream. 
I once was. I am Brian. I am to be.  I am to be many things that I never was. I am to be parts of the people that I'll come to love How did I become and how should I know?  How am I to decide where and how to go? 
I ran through the wood, snapping moldy twigs and low-living branches.   The wind weathered at my shoulders, carrying the cries of the rustling leaves, the mellow wailing
Barbara Bea borrowed a ball The burgundy ball bounced Bounced to a boy Named Barry Burke
Most referr to the heart's beat as just that, a beat. Yet with in today's word it's becoming more of a tap. The heart no longer beats, it's taps. Yes technology is cool, yet it's ruining our naps.
Desire is not transparent glass We wake not to the blue breeze But to the steel kiss Of lips coated with champagne poison Smoke looks like soft eternity and velvet voices to the young who blush at men
“Come, gentle love: sweet, lovely, red-tented flower; let the love of my life com to me, give
When my hands hurt from writing so long, Burning from quickly writing down thoughts, Creating every feeling onto paper, Not able to stop expressing my feelings The only way I knew how to.  
Dove dark chocolate,  One of the purest enjoyments in life   Foil bends and crinkles as I relish the moment in which  I open the clearanced Valentine Which was somehow abandoned
Andrew argued angrily about what allegedly occurred. 
Sweating spoons settle in a drawer They're stuffed inside like sardines They kiss in there, they don't want anything more They're acting like "celibate" teens Those silly slippery spoons fancy spooning each other
I instill fright inside the young boy during the light darkness of the night. I engulf my prey while he lay, struggling in pain, unable to sleep, eat, or converse with anyone. 
Food tastes bland without any condiment or topping, No ketchup or mustard or even pickles in that burger, Will make a burger just be a "burger". Nothing less. Songs without rhythm are just plain out bad,
Always one to make others smile, you cant keep living this way. You need to let go but not this way. Thats all I hear but I dont follow this way.
you had said,"i wish i had a clone...i want to make you happy...and i want to be there for youas much as you want me to be...i want to be the one."
Who am I? A question that has plagued for as I can recollect. I'm African. I'm Indigenous. I'm European. But who am I really? In my youth I would yearn for you, this knowledge of self.
For me, I got to experience poetry first through my sister. She is five years older than me and all I aspire to be.
Disobedience dare darken my dreaded fate Eerie my eye embraced is black Lengthy in no love leaving me left in his A night in two a room a dreadful tear attack  
Zippers, Yes, they're the cause to my pain, The reason why my backpack broke brfore lunch.   Iv'e been having troubles with the stupid thing for so long, It would be like removing a tatoo.  
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Who am I? Do I let you define me, no! It's my heart and soul that carries me. I am resilient and full of character. i am who i am
Pencil presses to paper While fingertips flood with dread Tapping, tapping, wheels are turning Turning inside my head. I can feel the words I want to say Beating within my heart
Classic beauty Like pressed flowers in sacred books   Let me see where your sword falls   I try to predict where/when
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Betrayed, the broken beauty closed her teary, tired, teal eyes. Quiet screams and silent sobs Escaped her chewed up cherry chapped lips As she ran the red stained razor over her skin.
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I forgive, but never forgot because that's what makes me stronger I learn, but never lose because I have to retain the knowledge for my future's sake I philosophize, but never stop to find my own meaning for my own path in life
Storms come and storms go Where do I stand between the rain and the ground? Am I the barrier that prevents the grass from receiving nourishment?
Poetry – because practice makes perfect Fiction was my first love, first poem I rejected It was terrible – oh so terrible Nonacceptable So I stopped writing ‘em for awhile
I feel like i have a crush Everytime i look into your eye ; Your eye tell me to hush. It hard for me to blush . When you like a delicious mush. I wonder if my tear will never flush .
Moments frozen in time, The shadow that walks behind me Through day and fades by night. This is but a reflection.
I landed in the jungle Full of thickets and insects Nine months ago with just the shirt on my back In my past life i was a House pet Lazy, fed, and pampered It took nothing from me to lose everything
Stranded on an island, I cannot forget my dignity. I cannot forget the things society has given me. No cannibalism for me. No unfair monarchy.
I swear to you there’s stars in his eyes, bright Blue like an ocean never ending, begging You to jump in, tempting
Love Is fuel;   Like food, like     Water, it’s everything that         Makes humanity human, because of
This love endures like worn rocks on trembling bays These beating rays  harass the chords my sand covered hands command ocean spray like hungry hands tread neck and form
Air. It is the one thing in this world that I desire more than anything else; The one thing in this world that fills my day as unyieldingly as sounds or seconds.  
Through the shrouded environment, I feel my feet sinking into the fragmented pieces below me that was once a solid yet now has been disintegrated due to violence, ignorance and misconception.
They stand above me, Protect me from the sun And the eternal abyss around it. They keep my paper-thin skin, Like slivers of porcelain, Safe from the harsh fiery blaze up in the sky.  
What the body needs  It needs to feed It needs to feel It needs to fail  Stuck on an island Ain't no point in rioting  Because i'll have what I need Some peace of mind 
Were I cast far off, To some breezy island, One misty mountain range, Sunny savannah Or mossy forest, I’d need not But one thing: To be among Life.   The Life in the trees,
The world is a special place. It has a special place inside of me, a special place inside of you, a special place inside of animals and a special place inside of plants too.  
What up Wendy Yo, I am talking to you?  You gone crazy? What that white long string attache to hear? You take that with you every you go? You were never like that It can’t be you,
and the sounds pale as if they come from water so deep and heavy that no words can reach. and so too, the colors are reduced to murmurs, reds to blues to greys; but they linger,
  A teal top is tattered towards a water ring, crisp pages with yellow edges are tainted with musk. Literature has been painted for the guidance to never be fleeting.
  A teal top is tattered towards a water ring, crisp pages with yellow edges are tainted with musk. Literature has been painted for the guidance to never be fleeting.
A smile, a frown, some tears, some laughs Conveys a message. Handshakes, hugs, shrugs Have unique meaning.   Communication is important to life. Without it, love ceases, relationships dissolve.
In a warm bed, I'm concealed in crinkled and clumped sheets, of a good night's rest. Instead of hearing the noisy clock, ticking away to wake me up, I twisted tightly around in toasty tangled blankets.
To understand and be misunderstood. Stories made from stolen glances and borrowed time Magic dashed between letters and spaces and lack of punctuation. 
Without Writing What would there be? No records.  No stories.  No reading at all. I Write for me but more for those who will listen. Those who care. Those who have not been abducted by society and technology.
Father, i cant be without you You the water to my flower Without you my world would be blue I can't have the taste of sour I love you so much Its a whole bunch Ill never leave you side
If you want to show me your love is real, don't say that you'll die to protect me, just stay alive & be her with me. If you leave Ill be heart broken nothing to live for. Do you want me to hurt just as bad as you?
Me and myself alone A deserted Island Stranded like a prisoner Abandoned like a child
If I was stranded on an island on my own  With no phone I couldn't avoid feeling alone.  The darkness may close in and fill my head with doubt.  It's scary to think no one would hear me if I began to shout.
Summer's subtle symbols Floating through the sunlight, The scene is serene Like the fallen sail drifting on the lake. A rushing wind cascades over the sea, Soothing the swimmers wading in the waters.
I belong among you guys because bits of me are scattered everywhere. I’ve complimented your shirt. and brushed her hair.  You’ve borrowed my hairspray.
This world is pathetic and obnoxious There is never a single day of peace Humans are what make this world atrocious It is as if they carried a disease People are fake, people betray, pretend
What can I tell you, about the house of my Heart, A place were a million butterflies flutter their wings Tearing their way through the air?   I can see you don’t believe me.  
I woke up on a island I was all alone. All I had was my knife . I didn't even have a phone. I had to find a way to fight for my life. I'm gonna use it to cut, Im gonna use it to kill, I'm gonna use it to eat,
I woke up on a island I was all alone. All I had was my knife . I didn't even have a phone. I had to find a way to fight for my life. I'm gonna use it to cut. Im gonna use it to kill. I'm gonna use it to eat. I'm gonna use it to build.
You say I have a disability? I have been told by people like you that I’m different, That I’m unable to succeed,
She stood rocking on the edge of the world    Forward lies sweet escape,one step, and it all flies away.She'll never be hurt again, and I can keep his pain at bay.   
  Make me busy. Engorge the lazy, shiftless minutes of my waking hours with thoughtless labor. Make me work, make me eat, make me work again, until the sun goes down.
  He is tall, he is handsome, he is original. He is smart, he is talented and he gets me threw the obstacle. No matter the day, no matter the time
Pounding, Prodding, Perturbing Screaming, Screeching, Seething Throbbing, Thrashing, Trapping Repeating, Repeating, Repeating Silence. Begging for silence Doing anything for one moment of silence
I/My Mother,For starters,she's clever. No animal Will standin this recital. We'll take this island by storm.Absolutly absurdit might be But best believeHer and meA diligent duocomparable to a cyclone. Forget about technology.All phonesand drones. 
Freedom to choose Freedom to lose It is a thing we all hold dear It movs up in tiers Not important in our adolescence but everything in our adulthood But what if it could Be stripped away?
With our telescope we stole looks at the stars, sliding on pine needles stabbing softly into our backs but it was the night that stole us.  
Poetic Approach I write for so many reasons there's no sense in naming just one i tell a number of different stories that can be read by anyone My poems come to me like a fruit grows on a tree
My aunty Annie is one of the most important people in my life right now She is smart, oblivion, sweet, kind, and most of sll caring When I call her theres never a time she cant talk I love my aunty with all my heart
The things i have in my life is fair But i did it without a care Sometimes i go through peer pressure So i won't have to deal with a lecture With the hate and judgement by people
I tried to think of one thing I couldn't live without, whether it's a person, a thought, or even a food But what actually came to mind was a disturbing realization...
I reminisce of weightlessness:  peering down into 10, 20 feet of air. My delicate days,  I recall, as a haze  full of branches: a careful cloud  of offshoots  that, long as I could, 
That girl, in the back of the class...  The one looking lost, Daydreaming,  of things only she can understand. Things such as peace.  Not just in the world but in people.  In our selves.
Pen and paper. Seems strange to think. Just yesterday we could barley write our names. Now we're writing essays.
Passionately I absorb you. Longingly I gasp for you. Persistently I kiss you. Your tides are cold when they enter my maw. And my heart is warm when you course in my blood.
Eardrums beware   The need for Beep-bop beats Pounding rhythms In the air, The drums Voicing zeal In rapid Bah-tap-daps As guitars Sing sweet, Sour,
   Not knowing what lies behind the secluded, shadowy, silence The lights chased each other across the walls, Creating a colossus of fear, I held on to from within because All I needed was the cold air resting me to sleep.
"Wow, that's pretty brave. Chancing on your mom walking in On you shoving a dildo Into your girlfriend."   The alarm screaming, burning eyes After not once allowing my brain to dip into sleep
Mhh one thing in which i couldn't live without if i was stuck on an island i would  try not to pout, cause i could bring my phone to help out or someone like a boy scout 
Its been said for a while that a sense of self is important The ideas the thoughts and other things that I hold dear How would life if there was no cheer My life would be dormant I wanna feel I wanna be
Deep inside the brain it begins, the sudden rush of images distorted undistored, whether they be whimsical or sensible can be decided
Dulce et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori. They say it is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country. Yet the reward of their loss Is the truly fitting thing. We could not live without it. our reward.
If music vanished from the earth, I would scream at the top of my lungs.  I would use the same scream I use when I stub my toe.  Les Miserables, all the misery in the world. I'd feel the same pain my toe felt 
                                All I need is Him     All I need is Him... I need nothing else in my life but his love. My prayers are always answered from above.
Use useless using user, Used by your abuser, Uses only to be used, The kind of clarity that leaves you confused. Tattoos made with stick and poke, But there’s no ink in needles filled with dope.
The people who have encouraged you and loved you since day one, they are your family. Family Matters. These are the people telling you not to give up when you want to throw in the towel.
What can't I live without? Some may say a tiny little screen that acts as a suitcase for our lives
Rakish reflections pass from an Aging streetlight to grace your cheek; The soft touch of that fragile golden glow Compliments the green looking back at me   The smell of smoke is fast asleep
When darkness creeps in, I search for the light. I know there is always better days, As long as they exist.  
A thought, a dream, a burning need One search, one hope, one miracle found How could I have ever lived without? Your majestic beauty and strength, centered boldly upon your cotton canvas,
Life without love is like the sun without the moon,  life without love is like a flower that'll never bloom.  Life without love is like a star that won't shine,  life without love is like a poem with no rhyme.
We sit on the wave-licked shore, gazing at the blue until we don't know which is sea and which is sky. We know such closeness, the slow disappearing
  Everyday I see a rainbow a rainbow of different colored people light, dark, in between ―but we are all the same.   Everyday I see a rainbow
Notice all the Space up there  Swirling galaxies, shooting stars Black holes bending light Gravity holding us all down As humans fight each other Over the electron of an atom Which is our Earth
“There is only one sort of discipline; perfect discipline.” – George S. Patton   When I shine my shoes, newspaper crinkles and folds under the rubber weight of my sole.  
There is something so beautiful about youth. There is something so beautiful about that captured recklessness. Something about those hidden smirks and intensified sensations. Youth is revered, that is why so many strive to conserve it; Our soft, s
There is something so beautiful about youthThere is something so beautiful about that captured recklessness.Something about those hidden smirks and intensified sensations.Youth is revered, that is why so many strive to conserve it;Our soft, smooth
He pours scalding water over your wounds boiling you from the outside in.  His words are poison soap grating off layers of the world
I look at your big, bright eyesThat do not foresee what is to comeAnd yet I know that there is no fearPaired with that uncertainty.
Calm in the eye of calamity. That is the strength You give to me. Pain that can be borne That’s the promise You have sworn. Trust when all reason tells me not to, You inspire an optimistic view.
7 Deadly sins                                    7 Awful wins 7 Times a loser                                            7 Times in a cruiser 7 Lines of red on her wrist
Calm in the eye of calamity. That is the strength You give to me. Pain that can be borne That’s the promise You have sworn. Trust when all reason tells me not to, You inspire an optimistic view.
Oh, Mother, You're all that I need Because stranded we are indeed. the way you laugh will help me breathe under stressful times such as these   Oh, Mother, You're all that I need.
What is the one thing That I can't live without? If you asked me back then I'd probably say brussel sprouts.
Dipping and slipping Comes the sun's ray Pittering and pattering Goes the steady rain Plipping and plopping Upon the forest green Clicking and clocking The happy insects scream
To be stranded after being landed i couldnt live without no doubt a person i hate not having to obligate myself from watching them
There is one thing that can bring joy to my life bringing us to a strife i cannot live my life  without a thing named anime throughout the day it takes me away  fills my imagination
I am okay feeling hungry. I can survive on my feet. I have run for miles, And skipped meals, Making my body reflect the emptiness That lay like a pit in my soul.   “Exercise more, eat less.
Many people say that they cannot live without their phones or game consoles or other items that are not nessecities. Many people say they cannot live without food or water so you will not starve or malnourish.
A single nebula staining this expanse of forever, stardust runs in my blood, a cosmic heartbeat lost in time, suspended in space,
I want to rip out my vocal chords and bathe in the words that spill out. I’ve sunk into the deep, never even having the opportunity to float.  
It was a rough autumn Wind snarled and grutned every morning as perennials pecked at my pupils I pushed against everything,  the problems irrational like pi  
I've been robbed. Robbed of all sources of light- Robbed of the light of feelings of worthiness robbed of the lights of dance  and laughter robbed of the drive to seek out more lights-  
A pink plastic bird, whose spindly legs carry me out, to shores unknown.
  His autism does not define him. He is defined by his individuality and singularity as a unique life Take the time to acknowledge his intellect
Mirror Mirror On the Wall Show me the face that holds all the pain That has once seen it all The face that knows all the ways of bane Show me this face  This face that the sun competes with to shine
If I were lost, in a paradise unfound the only thing that I would need is to keep my sanity   While others would say
I've heard of a place, far up above. It's free from suffering, and full of love. A soft sandy beach, lined with tall palm trees. Your worries fly away into the calm ocean breeze.  So when she left, my dear loving aunt. I guess she went there, some
My brothers are who I  need. For them I would even  bleed. My brothers are who I protect. Even from child neglect. My brothers are who I  love. They I can never let go
When I lost brother I crumbled into nothing. The sharp shards of my Heart Ripped me to ribbons. Internal bleeding. The house is silent now. That day, I knew in my gut.
Sometimes I wonder if dogs are loyal to their owners because they think that they owe them something. Maybe dogs don’t realize that fresh food and water
5 fantasies fuel my fascination 4 familiar fears fixated on my faults 3 thoughts that thirst for thrills 2 talents taking time to transform into   1 soul that is mine to claim
During the first day of College in my Molecular Biology lab, The teacher made us each pick up a tab. As he had planned an ice breaker with the intention of getting to know everyone.
half-form words....  sentences broken in two  thoughts never brought to        wishes stuck the     inside   confines       of my head 
Fire and fear and falling shadows, a promise broken and shattered dreams - the tides break in with rolling billows  and my heart of sand is tossed ashore...   But I will stand once more,
Manhattan morning singed, sincerely mourning twins; twinging; gingerly lingering in remembering ringing smoke and suffering and silence and death screaming, suffocated in newly created catacombs.
rise, still, from the left-hand corners of my papers; black letters; better to read poetry in fifth grade history, shouting; I was named after a poet—   heroic: note this, notice
you peer savagely leering, strings of pearls dripping from your gaping clamshell mouth like spit spit the words on the back of my legs whistling linger fingers on car horns
Sleek,beautiful,fast I'll love my dog to the last. Cuddly,big,jumper I have yet to tame her. Always in the way, Always there to comfort, It would be hard to live without her. She eats alot...
He stood like a statue A God among men His nerves like iron Unable to upend   His skin worn like ancient leather His eyes like arrow points Body battered by the weather
What I need is faith. Faith as small as a mustard seed. Faith that can take me beyond what my eyes can see. Faith in myself, and faith in other. Faith to make me stong so i can move mountains, and break barriers.
Sleep controls our minds, it wraps itself around our though process until it seeps into our neurons by the power of suggestion
Rising toward my goal is one of my many dreams Now I am taking that step  Swimming against my own streams I don't expect it to just arrive on my doorstep All I can listen to are the clicks of the keyboard 
He grasps the souls of all who own a pair of rose colored glasses; he is a perception scented of Carpe Diem and mint, infused into open minds.
All I need is love as trembles track through time. Clairvoyant charisma creeps between petite and elongated structures. As if the trembles and clairvoyance
Accustomed attitudes ache and passing preferences irk independently. Isolation institutes intuition no noun knows.
I am but one verse in the medley of life. My notes follow no rhythm but that of my own heart. No instruments save for those of my soul are present in my composition.
Her
Her skin is pale, her teeth are white, our love for eachother, is like any might. Without her, I am completely alone, without her, I am sad, sad to the bone. There is no other girl, no girl like she, without her, I don't know what life would be.
Such sweet sounds which all can play,  The toungless too, those whom can not say. They all know that highest rafter Of kicking back, surrender to laughter But what value is laughter unheard?
A Business Calamity By: Jake P   Attractive to All Apparently Altering Animals Artificially At this Aside   Best of the “Bad” Bettering Beasts By Battery Believing it Brave
To the boy who broke me when I was completely wholeYou took pieces of me away I didn't even know existed Felt deep in my soul and burned it You taught me why sunshine was dry and how comparing light to happiness was only ever a metaphor Bc everyda
"Flight of the Impatient Snowflake" by Naomi Wallerson Snowflakes fall outside the windowRacing each other to the groundBecoming one as they reach the endThe end of their flight from the sky to the ground
I need my black and white Not because you’re beautiful, Not because you’re bright, I need you because you bring music into my life. Through the rough times
I need my black and white Not because you’re beautiful, Not because you’re bright, I need you because you bring music into my life. Through the rough times
Put your hand to your chest and press down. Turn the voltage up shout out "clear!" Check your vitals, nothing there. "We need oxygen my lungs aren't getting air!" Grab a mask
The sands scrape my skin as I take a glimpse at the morning star, My eyes are sore and my skin vents from this inferno of floating flame, My inner oasis is pulled out of me from every pore of my body, 
my eyes are swollen red a blissful tragedy   just don't take them away: my friends are paper thin thin as air   they spiral and drop and rain and pour and they hurt me so
It’s the orchestra, using their heartbeats to keep time, pulsing with the vibrance of syncopation. It’s the crew,
Faith: So simple Five letters, One syllable So silly Nothing to touch, see Yet So much meaning
A God:A being beyond comprehension.The greatest possibility and impossibility,an image of parting seas and fire raining from the sky,an embodiment of love and justice,a redeemer and a punisher,
I may not have all that I could And life has taken more than it should But music stays right by my side here
How can I arrange a change  With a simple exchange at close-range  To interchange and rearrange  Who I am and still be me? I am who I am and I can't be tamed  With all the fire and all the time still be me?
79% Nitrogen, 21% Oxygen fills my lungs with every breath I take It is eternal until Idie, without it I'll suffocate. Taken for granted , it is filled with pollutants invisible to the human eye
79% Nitrogen, 21% Oxygen fills my lungs with every breath I take It is eternal until Idie, without it I'll suffocate. Taken for granted , it is filled with pollutants invisible to the human eye
For the beaten and the broken down Who never seem to get around who's skyies are always filled with grey who's troubles sworm them through the day Your strength is not gone like Samson and Delilah  
Sometimes nothing is needed more Than a moment's rest from  The constant commotion Burrowed in the heel of The stride of life   But then, In other instances, The spaces in life seem
I am not just another girl. I am not the type to be dressed up with pearls. I am not pristine or perfect. I am not for the media to inspect. I am not a number a school assigns to me.
We try to change the way we are, In order to blend ourselves into the background. We spend our entire lives in boxes, Constantly fretting about our decisions. We keep our thoughts to ourselves,
Snow covers a landscape all too familiar. Winter’s clutch on suburban Maryland is slowly tightening. I listen close for just one sound of life, But nothing can be heard during this lifeless time.  
I heard my mom and gm talk about they had a dream that I fell and didn't guaranteed I thought to my self damn what is success then it came to me if u work hard u will be successful so I tried to work hard and tried to understand what I had what I
school,welcome,Back to school. A circle of friends. we've joinedtogether as classmates as the new year begins
I am s  h a    p e  l  e      s  s Mirrors can’t show,                Photos can’t show,                               Awards can’t show, Me, nor my inner dialogue. Because I am s    h    a pe   l e ss
Every evening I lay awake on the floor. As my master sits on that couch with a fift of liquor in his hand. He kicks me in the stomach. I cry, if only I had thumbs.  
Tall as a tower, dark as chocolate, colored man holding a ball  I am unsure about what to do Bounce left Bounce right, Colleges come left Colleges come right  Scholarships! Scholarships!, I am a colored man holding a ball
I never thought it’d be this way But I’m no fortune teller I was so deep into a life of drugs I was the buyer and the seller. I never thought it’d be this way Yet others weren’t surprised
i am sick. Sick of the narcissism that strangles this world. but this disease has infiltrated me, so who am i to talk?
Nilikudegrade sasa unaka mtoi adi unajikojolea kwa nguo akuna mtu alipull trigger ndo u fall in love imekuruin na ulikuwa humble like a dove mzee ulikuwa unatoama towerline but siku izi ni ma dwarfline
Fresh cut grass and a wave of heatsteps walk past me to go find a seat A stabbing in my chestsalt floods my mouth tightly pulled fingersand air tries to get out
    RIP to all of the people that I killed 
I am water formless flexible soft and slow powerful potent on with the flow   
I am on a flight from Charlotte, where I return to my life on the other side. Leaving a home away from home that has stood the test of time. The first week had me broken, bawling in strife.
I miss the play, it will never sound the same.  Gone. I miss the air of you. The chase, and silence screams gone!  I miss.
Through a set of solar eclipse eyes over the ocean, I see.   The blue hue enhances every emotion, the tears especially vibrant in their rarity.  
My leaf’s color bears the most significance. Autumn shades and a smiley face camouflage my introspection. As light and hope for happiness perforate the otherwise
I am from the stars forming a constellation in the sky each star shining so bright as they pass by I am from the waves in the shore
What do you think of when you see the sun?   I hope you think happiness. I hope you think of your best memories. I hope you think of the people who bring out the best in you.
woe, is me so here's some poetry 'cause college won't be free  and i got no money so here's an attempt to get 1k  to fund an escape from loans and fees
Where am I from? I'm from fists flyin, and fella's dyin. Blood spillin, and kid's lyin. I am from big fights, and long nights. From, protect your face, to protect your sisters.
Connected by the heart and clasped with a hand A whole lifetime and more spent in constant company, a single monochrome  In dazzling colors blended by genes, painted with love. Questioning identity in sadness Trapped in a mirror of dazzling irides
Who am I - today I can answer that question. I was destroyed, I was shattered,  into infinitely many pieces, I was broken, I was dark. I lost all hope, happiness
What happens when caps and gowns become funeral garments to the mourning? Eulogies being given by the Valedictorian To a student body adorned by honor’s sashes tear stained
There’s something about Caps and Gowns, And burning from Chlamydia That could make last will out of diploma Memories of the prom night church girl
  What makes me, me is what makes you, you. I am not a piece of clothing but rather many different fables.   No one should have to have labels. I am unique, like you.   I am confident in what I do.
He
He walks with his head just above his rear His words are muffled from his cowardice  His speech is without shame The most ravenous of mosquitoes reject him   When he chokes speaking his lies, 
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He is a secret In the forest That only I know of.   When he approaches I inhale the spicy Woody scent Rolling off of him In waves.   A dense forest Surrounds
Red Rover, Red Rover Send that girl over. That girl who runs through the two strongest boys That girl who purposely gets caught to flirt with the boys That girl who acts too mature for her age,
I am a childI am not strong.I am wildI am calm.I could be betterI could be wrong.I am a childI will be strong.  
I want to see my reflection when re-reading my words Not to live behind persona painting vividly pictures for stages Slamming relying on metaphors and verbs I want to write honesty
Who am I? possibly the hardest question because there are infinitely many answers answers that may contradict because I am not simple then I realize I am not an answer there shouldn't be a question, "Who am I?"
I am a never ending series Of sleepless nights and crumpled bed sheets Battered from the restlessness of my slumber A lost sheep number 4 A.M's only friend Tired   I am the burnt out light bulb
I Am…. I am a blossoming girl that needs to be watered constantly I am a growing woman that is rooted deeply I am an innovator that needs to be challenged daily
When I was in physics class I learned that an object with any amount of mass can store up any amount of potential energy based simply on its height and the force of gravity.  
I was raised in a house of colors I drank from Green mugs larger than myself The carpet was Tan and bed sheets Pink White sweaters in the closet and Silverware in the sink  
                    The Lord helps. The Lord heals.                     He protects. He preserves. "I sought the Lord, and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears."                     God loves
  My name is the syncopated beat Of a dotted eighth note, sixteenth note Rocking like a boat on windy waters   My laugh is the swoop of glissando Sometimes a delicate slide
I nodd my head sympathetically and listen. So many problems that I connot fix. A big, glaring, "What Should I do?" twists and tangles my thoughts.
I am... Falling, forever falling and flailing in fear fear that fighting is fruitless. I fear finding I fear facing I fear falure Falure, forever failing to fight because of fear. I am...
I watched the darkness; dissolving, morphing, quickly receding from the fruity light, as if rejected medicine.   Left behind for an identical,
Iam a lion without a roar  An experiment without a family  Identified by only a number  Now ruler of my destiny  Gaining strength and speed as I fall  Look into this lambs ferocious eyes
an icy fine powderthat made you lamentthe days spent twistedwarpedunder the false ideologythat manliness is to beconfided in yourdead father.  
Here I stand forevermore waiting for the light, The moonlight beams and brings me dreams of what there is in store. As I lie I think of time and days we have no more, Each day a flight for heaven might
Poetry is language, Language that changes, Changing rapidly and instantaniously, Considerably easier once you read childhood poem books.   Whilst indulged in the works of art, Thwarted e'ry word,
I Am Powerful!
Who am I? To begin I must state who I was I was happiness and naivete I was sound personified  I was a future waiting to happen
With eyes colors of hazel and exhaustion, She picks herself up again  Speaking words thought to be too substantial for her to handle And too complex for her to comprehend.
It's easier to ignore It's harder to explain It's easier to classify It's harder to accept It's easier to follow It's harder to stand out Its easier to speak It's harder to listen
Do wings put an end to screaming sorrow crushing pain falling tears life?
I walk a path both dark and dreary As I ponder long, worn and weary: Who am I?   Love I’ve found and lost again
Daughter of the King and Bama-born beloveds Hailing from the province of prestigious peaches and ravishing red clay
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I was a child, A wanderer, A straggler. I was wrong, Blind, Naïve. I was a child, Lost at sea, Caught up in daydreams drifting in the sky.
A pencil, Paper Blank. No thoughts, no words, Nothing to do but sing sedative songs. A naked moment, nothing to hide behind, Fully-exposed, embrassing even, that at the happiest I've been,
I am a strong minded Hispanic women is something that is not only wrong but unusual to hear.
Crazy, Curious, Committed Consistently overthinks simple solutions on purpose Invents creative ideas for a better world Determined, Dependable, Dauntless
They tell you that you can be yourself -  Just be nice, and kind, and loving, Go to college, get good grades, don't throw your life away like that In front of a computer typing all day.
This tale is true and mine, it tells how I love the person that how love me. We are caring each other.
Since the moment of our existence, this is what we feel.   Taking our first breath and thus, we shed our first tear.  
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"
They said" well maybe you're just, broken."
I am I was the kid who you used to make fun off I was the kid who you called nerd because he choose to read instead of play football I was the kid who you got mad at when I made a 100 when you did bad
Recently life's been good Or so it has seemed I've done all I've could To create myself redeemed From sports to music to school ive schemed but I'm missing the life that's in need
Born and raised as a brain Until the bullies brought the pain Through this the Social chameleon was born To prevent his constant forlorn Or worse, the others scorn   To make it out alive
A silly image of humanity If two men love ''This it’s bad'' If a girl loves to another is When i think of you They say it is fatal
If you really want to know me…
Says that I am special That i see its soul And not only its body Because says that my way of loving Is immense And i like it I always waited to who will tell me that And look my soul and will love it
I am fearl
Education is something important and needed in life to survive. Education is an important factor that many people may or may not thrive. It may not come easy, and it may take time.
I'm told to pray and bow my head, but i begin to see the big picture of those close to me dying then coming rising once again  the world becomes The Walking Dead.
I am a Human being I am a poet I am a college student I am a migrant because I have to be here for a better life I am proud of my roots I am someone who talks from within Someone that loves his mom
I learned to write poems on my palms 
Body To Nobody 
I remember thinking, When I was still a kid That I would always choose good In everything that I did. I'd be a famous astronaut, Hurtling through outer space But I guess it was pretend,
I have a little wooden box,
  I am the South With my earnest green eyes and brown hair My magnolia white skin and orange-can curls My honeysuckle lips and wide laughing mouth  
I remember everything yours Always the memories of the selfies That we lived You you yes really see with the soul You tell me that you love me with the entire being When i have crouched the look
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Who am I? The one to change the world , or the one to help erect the infastructure.
Another Brick in the Wall   I am a brick. with cement I stick to the other bricks. We grow and we fall. My biggest mistake of them all,
Hello my name is Tyko                                    I believe                       life black dots                     orange suits black in orange                                                prison doors
No no I don't want to be with you why because simply not You don't make me goosebumps you don't produce in me nothing Any sensation Feeling or passion You finished with all that When you went
I am like a painted picture... As they pick up the brush The bristles slightly hit the paper They move their hand in every direction across the paper Bringing various colors together to form a mixture....  
I am everything yet nothing. I wonder about my future. I hear what haunts me. I see only what I want to see. I want more memories than regrets. I am everything yet nothing.  
I am. I can. I will be.   I am a contribution to the future. I can contribute my future for the lives of many. I will be there for the lives of many because of my future.
A wildfire of a soul--entrapped by glass of reality. Ferociously burning, in which drains for all eternity. This is passion. My passion.   
I am the voice that you fear the voice of the ones who dare not appear the ones you claim weak the ones society doesn't seek I know you don't care about the girl pulling out her hair
You are arrogantI admit, that was apparent.You are self absorbedThat was all I could affordYou are condescendingI simply didn't want to blend inYou are conscientious
The sensational, sense of warm hugs. Off of fresh cotton smell, On a friends relief clothes. Amazing, i felt comfortable in my own skin.
I am from arid, sandy shores, and the aroma of soaking, summer showers. I am from sweet vegetation
you had a smile that could direct like the compass rose.
you had a smile that could direct like the compass rose.
Waking up Weary and teary eyed Wearing his cologne unwilling Wanting to escape his grasp Willing myself to move on Wanting to escape the memories Wearing my own name Weary from my fight
-I went through a season of roaming. appeared as a tornado in the sand Rotating while in orbit, a cycle that I could not break without the mighty strength of God to stabilize me.
I Am… Love I am a caring young man, One that cannot be compared to another man, You see, you are unique,
I am in the midst of my perishing youth
I am a world changer watch as tectonic plates move at my fucking request I am a whole person and I am the world, the world is me. My screams make every animal awake. I
*/ /*-->*/ My life is lived--
As I sit here Contemplating my life I see changes That define my fight   To see an end From the very beginning To understand the words That I'm currently feeling  
I lay awake trying to speak to fate.
This isnt the right time for us, because I have all these issues with trust. In my dark times all I can think about is you. I have some things I'm tryna let go. The world around me is moving so fast but I'm moving slow.
cacophonous cobweb no signs of lingering life reaffirming the rejection of a long forsaken fortress   cacophonous cobweb all the missing memories with shivering shadows close behind
I never prayed to God for this sin to happen,
We have ancestors of Cherokee Indian We have dark complextion
Embrace Embrace yourself Embrace your glasses Embrace your personality Embrace your quirks Embrace everything you hate about your body Embrace everything you hate about yourself Embrace life
I am the queen of disorientation.  There were bumble bees building nests in my hair and now I'm made of honey combes; but sometimes my sweetness can go sour under pressure.
I am not a superlative I won’t be remembered for one quality I have accepted that I am too much of everything I have qualities that interact with each other because of who I have met
The numbers continue to grow but the mind does not count It goes by guessing while the numbers continue to grow Is it not apart of life to want more To wish that the mind could expand, conquer and worship
Even though I cannot be there to celebrate with you on your special day, I know that when the spiraled columns of gret smoke clear away; when the breath of another year of life has left your lips; when the effervescent flame of the candles has ab
 "The instructor said, 'Go home and write A page tonight And let that page come out of you-
I am a masterpiece. An instrument crafted in silver by the skilled Creator Who made Heart beat Hands raise Feet dance Ears hear Voice sing   To join with others!
Aaaaaaaaaaaa! Soul rises theres yellow lights theres red color When I close my eyes I lift up my hands of soul I lift up my wings of soul theres peace
How hard is being a man believe it or not people Show strong shoulders
SPIT OUT THE BRIGHT COLORS painted on the unknown to make it marketable to the masses, the mugged middle-class. SPIT OUT ONTO A CANVAS make it out of imagination.
When mom and dad were young, she had a fit So my dad made like a banana and split As an infant, my mom gave me his outfit 18 years later I've out grown it the games of my childhood
A silly image of humanity If two men love ''This it’s bad'' If a girl loves to another is
If you met me today, I would be a shadow in the street
Do your best It may not be the best At least You'll pass your own test Confidently win your quest Thereby have rest Do your best.
    Every day, every night, there is darkness It’s unseen by the human eye, except from the whole heartedness. It doesn’t lurk in the shadows, not an assassin of the shade
Her Wrong Deeds, His GoodnessThe old man at the banks of River Sagana   is whipping the wifeand shouting to those fetching water   his goodness and er wrong deeds
  Being my best lass Hope our friendship  will grow Till the last day of the row No matter the distance You will always be of assistance   Mere friendship dies Love lies 
I am AJ.
My Own Mind All my life I've been told that grades are what matter,
Today, all runner come Shoulder high we bring you home And set you at your threshold down Towns man of a stiller town.
A lotta people say a lotta things are awesome but coming from the place where things ain’t always awesome I can tell you what’s awesome. What’s awesome is being close to someone
What's awesome? Me. Myself. I. I am awesome. Freedom to be myself. Freedom to be different. Who I am is awesome. Awesome is me. Awesome is you. Awesome is everyone.
When I was little people would talk saying I would never make it  growing up with a single mother who never made it.
Whisper strands,
The Sun   She brings us life and joy; despair Her silent song a covenant of care– Our faithful servant in the air   A gilded messenger, inasmuch:
It’s in the “thank you’s.” The “you’re welcome’s” and the “hello’s” and the “I miss you’s.” And telling them that “I miss you too.”   Goodbyes aren’t always sappy So if you catch me waving while I walk away
Innocent brown eyes roam  around in her wonderland reaches for the light that slowly fades fades way along with her innocence.   Tick, Tock, Tick Tock time is running 
I often desecrate myself, Along with the past deeds I have done. I shift through my memory cabinets to shun, All those foolish words I spilled out of my trap. Those actions that I should not have taken,
Captivating conversation Make sure not to miss the meaning You are, perfect   Constantly Occluding my Motivation for a lie You are, unnerving ... Am I, serving   
When we fell when we were young it always ended up okay. We got to choose which Disney princess we wanted  to shield our wounds from the biting air as they bled into battle scars 
A divine arrangement of keys. A vibrant display of sounds. A world once unbeknownst to me Became my life renowned. A philosophy once inquisitve, Now seemingly concrete. An imagination so definitive,
F Words For my fellow false friends who frequently forage for fault in my faculties
I made it! I'm in!   Eighteen and the best. 
12:04 and already we're five minutes past yesterday.  
Can You See?   Have you ever wondered how a cave would react if light would stream in unashamed?   Could you imagine the things you could see
Learning, laughing kids: Educators' greatest joys. Will you help me teach?
Happily Never After   A heart that once loved and was forever cherished, Withering and weeping left alone to perish,   To perish and die like the cold breeze on brush,
Do opposite intuitions attract? Or opposite eye colors?
Your body is not a temple; it's a tree.  Equipt with branches for limbs and leaves for all the little in betweens. Trees are meant to grow strong for years and years with their roots consistently reaching further.
Forest Gump says, Stupid is as Stupid does, that might be true but I say stupid just needs a little love. Our world today is focused on hate, but don't you think that's a heavy weight.  
The 21st century will come and go,
Getting lost between the lines But following all of the signs Beloved friends come to an end While struggling to defend   Soilders brought upon in life Only to be struck by a knife
The struggle. Its not for everybody its not what it seems. See most people dont understand the diffrence between reality and dreams. Survival of the fitess when you want it you gotta get it.
Poetry is awesome. Facilitating the spread of unheard and unspoken ideas through poetry is awesome. The ability to convey unspeakable feelings through words is awesome.
Do you know how much I love you? Let me show you how much.  
sometimes things are just broken. broken bones broken picture frames broken records broken hearts broken families broken people. there is beauty in all of this brokenness
Painful Truth   Believe that i'm hurting, The pain left is deep, And you should have no place, My heart you can't keep.   You literally took, The last left of me,
 I lie upon the grass, And rhapsodize what has come to pass, And I ask of thee so pleasantly,
Sometimes the sun doesn't shine how you want it, Sometimes the moon is a little too grey,  Sometimes the clouds scurry forward to steal your joy away. But no one has ever told you, See no one has ever told you,
The ticking never seems to slow,
Wonder of wonders, dream of dreams! This world with all its skirmishes and negativity, Still never ceases to amaze and awe me.   Wonder of wonders, dream of dreams!
If art is happiness, what do you when you can't make art? For six long years I've captured beauty around me with a click From the begining of my craft it all started with a click
It's Time   You choose my fate, you forged my path, By no choice I was consumed by your sickening wrath.   And when the darkness came and blackened my eyes,
Love   Love is seamless, Love is a gift, Love can be sweetness, Love can be swift.   Love can be pain, Love can be fear, Love can be vain,
They lightly tapped my forehead and told me my mind is "brilliant"
To kittens and fresh linens To cognitions and correct premonitions 
People say they get lost in others eyes Well my eyes were lost the day I was born My access to the world around me was never perfect Some people can't see the world in color Others can't see at all
Why can't we be like birds? Birds are light Birds have a beautiful flight Birds live a simple life  A life without strife Why can't we live without a care? Why can't we have a lot time to spare?
Ace
BEEP! BEEP! Covers over my head and burrow into that cool pillow. Too early. Too late last night. Too much work, too much think about. Then, I remember.  I remember her. Her smile, her smell, her limbs like a willow
You’re leaving me. After sixteen years of constant contact, Secret confidences, You’ll be gone. The memories I have of you Are already blurring, Obscured by time or tears into a single entity,
From the moment were born are fait is instilled upon us. Are DNA is purley a guideline for the events that occur in ones life, that cannot be altered; or at least shouldn't be.
Why look at the bad Just because the good's standing behind? Why take time to be mad, When happiness is what you want to find? Why fold to stress When patience will mold you a better way?
  My name is Ali, living in a gulley It smells funny, my neighbours got a bunny I call my babe honey,  she fills my tummy She is like pari (angel), going to grandads to have curry
Me
                          
Obstacles and tests are what life gives to us But, at the same time it teaches us It allows us to make our mistakes And do things completely wrong
Everything in the universe is awesome. Every person, place, object, and idea are one of a kind. Every where something new is occurring. Every moment an amazing new experience.
“Please Don’t Quit”When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
An opaque flame that emits no light  And a white-light supernova that restricts no thing;
Ignorance was only Bliss If one did not face the consquence.   Bliss seemeth Ignorance When one knows the future consequence.   Yet Ignorance seemeth good when evil is distant
I am aware of the stress,
Oh dismal day, our loving mother has passed away. Disease struck her and became too strong, we soon knew death would come along.   She did not deserve a painful end,
I am loved by olive eyes
In my life there were a few people who made an impact on me At times it was hard to see But one was very was visible for me She‘s An Awesome Woman She is the essence of beauty
In my life there were a few people who made an impact on me At times it was hard to see But one was very was visible for me She‘s An Awesome Woman She is the essence of beauty
The mouth of the metal monster the maw of the morbid mother the giver of gold or gall picking out the particular person plucking out precious people maker of more monopolies
Don't forget, Everything is Awesome Every Mistake, Every misfortune-- a chance for you to blossom into who you're meant to be. So delicate, yet so strong, are us human beings
What about my God is Awesome? Is it his raiment of light which gives Darkness Fright? Is it his tears that flow every time you say “she’s a hoe?”
Similar vein
Vacations take me to awesome places Take me away from reality into fantasy Makes me feel awesome and amazing See things that are magnificent and wonderful That’s how awesome life is  
Awe
Breeze Brushing gently Across small shards of verdant life. Spinning, whirling, They whisper to each other.   Apollo’s arrows pierce through
When feeling down or feeling sad Feeling just a little mad That I failed expectation Lost myself to temptation   What keeps me up? When I’m feeling down? What pulls me back?
Can't youcan't you seeI got a dreamjust to beme, myself, and ICan't youcan't you knowI am alivelivingto get by
  A fatherless showdown. He is around but he’s not. His ghost still creeps in his body,
I love being free! I love being outside! I love being able to express myself! I love being able to chase my dreams!   Sometimes things are sad, But then things get happy again!
Deodorant sent them to space
Sometimes it might feel like you live under a grate Or like you can't even trust your best mate
From Rollercoasters and water Rapids, To Picnicking at the drive in, From spending time with my family, To meeting Natalie at that hipster coffee joint, Waking up on Sunday mornings to breakfast with Mom
 
If I ever have a son His name would be Light  But they would call him King    I'll make him laugh So the world could hear him giggle  One of his many names would be Simple  
rumbly in tumbly pooh bear's cry honey in the jar yummy!
  The music told our stories of backroad drives It explained to the world
Never surround yourself with negative or it'll dim your awesome,  If there are negative people in your life then go ahead and toss em' Be polite, be cordial, be kind, be modest  Be the greatest, not a sadist 
This plane you find yourself in      is just one glimpse of one dimension, among many others Look out,      organic nature surges from the soil           synthetic somethings jut out from this scene.
Purging concerns and shadowed secrets, Spilling tears and spitting hate. Catharsis is a spinning storm Where you release the weight.   The storm comes back again, As night claims the horizon,
"Children are a gift from God you hear?" "Children are a blessing" they said. 97 was the year Graduation was on the mind of all her peers, I was born February 17th,
Upturned corners of a blush pair of lips. Hot breath. Squinted eyes. Tear stained cheeks.  Boisterous laughter. Slapped knees. Gut squeeze. Friendship Stomach cramps.
The galaxies aligned in harmon
The breath we each take every day;
Slippery slimy in the night, Pokey polka-dots covered in fur. Grimy gunk putting up a fight And slithering shimmering without a purr.  
She cried. Her blood wasn't oxygenated enough. It was too rich; steepled from her veins  in a room all too quiet. I never wanted to hear that sound.   She wanted to fill those empty
  No man shall carry His ass in a hurry Unless in a lorry Driven by a driver full of fury With an endless story Of how life is a blurry            
   
I told someone my secretsI told all of my secrets to a bucketI'm afraid they won't holdwho the hell needs a leaky bucket with their wordstaped to the bottomI'm afraid I've given my guns
How do I go on ? What road am I on ? See I thought I had it together Nice smile,banging body, and a personality that just pulls you in. Yeah I though I had it together .
1041.7 miles every hour, is the speed at which the earth rotates But that speed seems a lot slower when you stop and realize all of things that are great.
Dear villainPeace be unto your restless soulFilled with terror and insanityWhich does't care to knowWhat it sows to shake-up realityWhy lurk do you behind the veilFrom which you throw
The commodification of sadness Creates a complexity of response In a capitalist society that cannot Understand its own trauma.   
Nothing means more to me than my life, Nothing means more to me than my family, Nothing means more to me than my sister, Nothing means more to me than my parents, Nothing means more to me than my father,
You're more than  just a flower in the dirt You have so much worth You're more than just some city girl Someday you're gonna change  the world You're more than just some simple girl
Awesome Awesome is life. Overcomig hard obstacles is life. Beoming a better person is awesome. Heping whoever needs help is awesome. Not caring what race they are is awesome.
Sitting out in the wonderful summer sun,
With a gentle cry you die You feel yourself become clammy You gasp for breath But it fails to come You feel him gently kiss you Nights gentle pillow covers his cries You suddenly feel revived
Think about how happy the bees must be in the spring  When they finally see the first flowers bloom  Thats how you make me feel everytime I see you  This feeling inside still fresh and new 
I once was a princess. Sweet, clean, and neat Like a Victorian castle, so was life. I was Winged. Too quickly those years evaporated.
you know i love you, never intended to shove you, or getcha out my life, tentions inside just needed to get out, didn't think it'd be to bad of an idea to change route
Yo
To the frat boy who keeps thinking he's the shit Bro you aren't We all know mommy and daddy still dress you by the look of your pink polo, baby blue Bermudas, and your basic, worn out Sperry's
9 $10s  90 $1s 900 dimes 9000 pennies  Is that my worth?  People, they're meant to be priceless Traffickers, they call them useless Victims, they feel so hopeless  All this less,
The dark night of my soul Please save me If it takes hold I don't know which way is home I'm lost and it's oh so cold I hate how I'm so alone
My father, he calls it Passion, That incessant fire in my belly that Sometimes sparks From my tongue in moments of Rage or defiance. I can't believe that a word So simple Could spell out a
Just a Girl Daughter
I wait for you like demi lovato And i give my heart a break I kiss you before you go like lana del rey With my heavenly side I write for you and in spanish Like enrique iglesias loco
And every time you wake up my love You looked my body next to yours And you wondered why I loved you
Because I've seen every sunrise awake Dark Circles Because whenever I relive those moments
Passes as ever the wind Jumping on each branch Jumping like my heart
Breaking bad being bold butchered bones, mama knows oh she knows, for she no longer weeps gone are her dampened pillows, gone are her wrinkled sheets pamplets of
  Hwaet!    for ye shall hear The herald impart the tale  of the honorable Held Schanger Son of the noble Helmslack of Gaudtem
Getting lost in your eyes Is so easy No surprise
You thought we were friends.  You thought we were cool.  You thought you had the world in the palms of your hands.  You thought things were given to you so you can break them. You thought love grows on trees. 
Who am I? Now just try
eyes wide ingesting everything ravenous retinas resolution high wind whips blurry hurried blinking bliss air warm thick breaths breeze blue sun beams vast view  
I fear being compared,  
Baby Oh Baby I'm not ready yet Baby Oh Baby Things are just not set Baby Oh Baby Can you please wait Baby Oh Baby I want to participate Baby Oh Baby Just hold on Baby Oh Baby
No,I can not hold me to what a day it was love a what now nothing is If you did go I do not know when they go There is no waiting well no longer worth No,I don't want to love you
When a love goes our heart filled with sadness When a love goes Little things invade my mind more and more When a love goes I just love being alive When a love goes
I have been told that your love not worth more than three words I can not fall for you knowing that your life is a failure So how could you burn the soul with sadness,disappointment and betrayal
Throw me your sad meteorites Throw me your stupid planets But I know i was your world
Tonight i shall not sleep knowing that you in the other room. Tonight i shall not sleep knowing its your last night here at home As i stand outside your bedroom door, remembering all the great advice you used to give me.
Sometimes
The grids The line The time The home The cost The Animal The lost The smile The frown The money The crown The city The state The Nation
Behind the palace walls 
Behind the curtains of my eyes Hides a glare A stare A lie The carefully crafted façade The fragile, cheap disguise   Behind a mask lies another Feeble layer of an onion
Halt your verbal torment for a brief moment So that I may regale you on my peerage. I come from a noble lineage: Lord William the Hushed, My father And Lady Elizabeth of the North,
Who am I? I am a hardworking fashion design student who is working to pay for college, A poet that hopes to be like Maya Angelou for my generation, An undiscovered artist that is the next best thing,
In the gallant spirit of spring cleaning,  I took roll call today. Sliding back closet doors, Some clacked their jaws like cassette tapes, Cackling in their clack-clackity way 
Yes somebody cares about you You dont know but might be me some people are destinated to not see How different you are just like I am Some people are destinated to see you from inside the soul
Negate the chance to use the crippling and Oppressive option of filters. These are the
Insecurites ring like a phone call I'm too small, too weak I recall those tounges tearing me down. Online I look around.    My profile is filtered Leaving a footprint of a legacy.
Will you be with me
Like strong coffee, you'd want to off me If you really knew the true me. You say it's a new me. I think you never knew me. Tell me Can you handle me with #NoFilter?
She was a bloom of light under the moon at night a blossom bombardment of beauty, I surrendered among the roses, seeking my purpose in sight I could only sway in my place, unable to venture  
Dreams and drapes grabbed my attention in third grade,   then in seventh grade, I wanted to be a baker, there I went dreaming again   tenth grade starts and I can't choose
You know how people take a look at themselves and see the bad, the ugly scrapes and scars cellulite and stretched marks along the craters and curves of the body I see all of that and
A love full of lust A love full of trust An invisible connection That I have seen in your eyes reflection
Art is beautiful Art is inspiring Art is memorable  
Curtains are drawn at night, To shield our fragile minds From obscurities Mute outside.   Half are opaque, Half are translucent. Variety feeds the filters
In a world where people are periodically posting pics and sending selfies to fellow citizens, there is a surprising amount of self hate surrounding the subject.
Follow me on Instagram @ Insert nickname, 3 hearts and a winky face   I post every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday And I just wanted to say, that I love all of my haters.  
I break my bones and scar my skin, persistently flowing with red rivers, flowing into oceans of pain.
The dancer struts the stage,  confident of the choreography and plastered with passion. Her smile, the lipstick skews. Her eyes, the liner suffocates.  But there is something inexplicably intoxicating
Love is unbearable it would be terrible. Feeling the pain believing he has something to gain.
Level One: "Press Play!" I become familiar with the basic rules of the game (collect fruit, jump over obstacles, and reload just to name a few).
I was once a happy child As I grow older, it vanish So desperately to get it back However, I can't obtain it.
My inner me was once my enemy to fight back I created a new identity
Apple Apps and Android Accommodatores always allow likes and comments to allude to their Beauty.
History repeats itself it's why we're here again. Black versus white but this time it's times ten. We need to be aware  that this gon' get us nowhere. No! It's not him, her, or them; 
Without filters I fear for my mind  and the tricks it plays on itself all the time Without filters in which I see the world My eyes would see opportunity everywhere and not just the beaches,
  Just another black boy
She walks down the street With a skip in her feet Smiling at the people that passed her by; they turned the corner She released a deep sigh She waited until they were gone And then the tears fell
Abstract Is what I desire What I admire About the world Loving each other like when boy meets girl Or when Girl Meets Guy Love catches the gaze of the inner abstract eye
Words flow in and out as I speak of what I know. Quotes and lyrics emerge from my light lips. I sing stories of dreams and nightmares. My stomach rumbles and does flips.   I'm determined to break free.
My captions do not tell my story
Picture Perfect-ly Imperfect   *Like* *Share* *Tweet* I wish I were that pretty. I wish I were that witty. I wish… “Oh hey yeah I’m great! How are you?”
Without my filter, I'm me.  Without my filter, I’m who I am supposed to be. Without my filter, I'm judged because no one understands what it's like to be me.   My filter is my mask.
kicking up whitegold dust as the soon-gone-storm passes,                 forcing scaled lizards from their rocks and waking thumb-sized owls within the spines, I found myself undeniably arid.  
you began to undress me and as each button of my blouse becomes undone a sliver of some imperfection slips past my possessions that once possessed me settle in a pool around my ankles
Just beyond the gate The tall green grass grows Over hills and valleys The hurried wild wind blows   My soul wants to run Beneath the summer sun My voice will echo loud
Oh, she is bent on this fading belief
Aching aged acre 
Exact examples exist,  Enveloping everything. Everyday,  every evening,     entirely evermore.. Emptiness emanating,  Effervescence escaping,     Excitement,
Dear Lip-Lickin So-Called Lover on Flatbush Ave,   My thighs are more than you can barain for They tie up on the train, trained to be tame They thicker than syrup, sweeter than your lookin-ass smile
Money, makeup, or mental ability, these are the criteria for how we are viewed by society.
washington d.c. is a monument city looking pretty a city with white monuments every where throughout the whole city, monuments for you to see, which show the american history in our life monuments that don't cause any strife.
The future is twelve year old, Tamir Rice “Male down, black male, maybe 20” Shot and killed two seconds after arrival of police for carrying a toy gun. The future is John Crawford
I only m
In the Spartan room, a Bible lies on the stable floor “Kneel Down!” He says, “Kneel Down, and Pray!” Like a monk in a picture my garments tore As the ruthless rage of McEachern lashed away
There It goes again... uncontrolled and untamed there it goes again trying to find meaning in deed, there It goes again   to find where It is to know why It is,   to find its path
I am like a painting.
The arms of spring now yellow weather of winter now faint Soon the air shall flow soft As the birds they do stay aloft.   rivers of flowers they gleam
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.
Good morning sunshine
I fuck up here I fuck up there I fuck up far I fuck up near   Always do it wrong But never do it right
Some people contest with me about my own identity, As if I were a defined word they knew, that I was not keen on understanding.
Damnable Demon, my Demise, Why must you give such huge eyes. I feel guilty now.
As i look in the mirror i see potential, A girl with courage, stability and grace,
Colorful Charleena am I Woman warrior of the Yaqui and Apache tribes Known for their fierceness and formidable ways! I have come long and far since the start of my journey 7 years ago.
He's the Yin to my Yang,
   
i close my eyes and see every detail of them down to their toes and nose I notice their perfect skin and start to wonder where they've been
We all want to be heardTo prove to everyone who we want to beWe want to fit inTo have relationships and for them to just see meI often second guess myselfAnd ignore the charm of three
Hidden Beneath the surface,But in plain sight to all,They help assure that I,Am on my way to fall.We all have some,No one has none,They are what makes me man,
The sunshines through your eyes I swear they’re made of gold Blue stained with crystal, leading to stories of the soul I think of you almost every hour, nothings really changed
Its whispering winds
Somewhere between  Here andThere, I became less involved in what I looked like and more invloved inwhat I felt like. 
Your fingers absent mindedly find your pulse The blood, running hot just below the scarred skin's surface, is tempting The shiny silver of a razor silently calls to you The pain inside begs to be released
  Most people are like broken mirrors:
I write because I feel alive, to share this feeling I am obliged.  I write to fill emptry air with words I write to give empty sheaths, swords. I write to give a dark hole,  a light, a start, a soul. 
As the government cleans itself, it sees what is outside itself as more dirty.
Baby girls
Fragile without facade, honest without harbor, true without tegument; myself, I am, when independence holds me, when no fears bind, when thoughts course with vigor, when heartbeats sound strongly,
Soft wavy hair heated pin straight Creamy paint smoothed on marked skin Sharp black lines and white powder Societal mirror reflected gold Take sponge and soap and warm water Scrubbing soul and body
I didn’t even want to write this poemI wasn’t sure what was the pointTo pour your heart into somethingWhen there’s always someone better out thereSomeone better at accurate alliteration
My darling, you are so beautiful. The word for your flawlesness has not yet been invented  your beauty spills lawlessly  forward
Cigarette burns and bloody towels on my carpet make the world seem like a bitter lonely place A place in which I stare into the mirror and can not recognize my own face
A filter   Nothing but a misconstrued version of normal light Changing context from wrong to right   Take away this glass magnifying falsehoods and repressing flaws
What I Am by Jadon Brown   What more do I have than what I am? An incomplete vessel in the hands of the potter,
Perfect this.
When we come face to face with the end,
Desperate. Flawed Marred and Scarred. Little too loud. A little too proud. Ornery An honorary bro. I swear to god I'm not a ho. I forgive but won't forget.
My name is Namirah and I am known as the middle child. When people meet me they certainly don’t know I can be wild.
my face lies bare of foundation, exposing my imperfect skin tones my eyebrows reflect of asymmetry, craving for a proper wax my lips require a fuchsia lipstick, whispering gossip of insecurity
I begin to sign...   ~~~   When we were younger, All we wanted to do was play. But then we grew. And we wanted-- To Fit--
The Dance Written by: Stephanie Garcia   When I ride my horse in the mid-summer mornings, we dance.   The drums pound and two hearts beat as one working in rhythm and cadence.
Can I even recognize myself in full color? The black and white and different hues are gone, and its like no other. There is a girl sitting in this picture. No make-up, no fashion tops, and not a speck of glitter.
An old woman fragile, worn and somehow worried. Past pieces surface in the Vast ocean of an aged mind.   But who is there to listen to the Knowledgeable thoughts but to find them
My feet fly light and the sun shines bright On the day of lovely leaves. Whispering amongst each other, many secrets shared. Smoothly shifting between one conspirator and another,
I kneel down before the porcelain throne, Seeking the body shape you think I should own. I’m all alone. Counting calories, watching my weight, Trying to lose the figure you hate. Slam my fist in the mirror
  I love this country, why would I not? So I sat down one day, and gave it a thought.   What a beautiful place, so awesome and bright, But It wouldn’t had been, without a good fight  
I must wash away the innocence,  Shoot the scared in the skull.
Flaws are Less than what I am. What I am defies the laws-- that entrap me when I'm caught, enslave me when I've stopped,
This is my letter to the world... People don't tend to comprehend the rage contained
A mix-up, mash-up mosaic, a little lass full of love and longing. I am not behind a wall of trick-photography. What you see is the unedited me.   A glitter-loving, gentle gal,
From the second I planted my first foot on the groundThe second came with a thirst clenching poundI instantly knew that whatever I touchedSeemed to be made newI saw this flawlessness
My flawless trait started when I was eight  but there is no denying the fact that I am flying.  Over expectations because this is my nation.
     How am I flawless? Well I'm me.       And for me I have none. WHAT? You       Say you think I'm lying       Well, honey while you dying      Of laughter that is. I sit here and 
Hail the Prince of Peace, Giver of life, and Rock upon which I stand I am daughter of our Lord/born of goodly parents I dwell in a dusty, deserted land of the sun Its harsh heat/no match for my unyielding strength
               Double-tap to like Like the filter or the person it hides Hides the flaws and imperfections Perfect imperfections   Flawless creature but with weaknesses Weakness is strength
What on Earth am I supposed to do when I can't speak out can't scream? How am I supposed to fly over seas when You hold me under down on the ground? I'm ready to run, go running across the fields
Scared screams fill the streets, As they watch their city torn, From the roots of the trees, To the fields of corn. Their small homes fall, And burn to the ground, With flames so tall,
There it began.
I am writing to let you know you are not alone. No matter how romanticized the rogue in you becomes. For all my wanderlust roving dreams of distance, I am writing in hope you know your heart is not a fight club.
Eyes, nose, lips, Flawless.   Glasses, nose ring, braces, Flawless. Silky brown skin all among the ends.
Awake.
Locked Up Life in this prison ain’t really so easy for you You on the streets going back and forth to Juvie.
  No filter No color No life Just me No perfection Many flaws Reality The real me Not what I hope to be Not what I want them to see
Praying to my god Testimony say im saved, police got me under heat, youngins screaming what you claim, you know the street, its anger pumping through my viens,
I look up and see the stars They shine so bright Lighting the sky, Admired by everyone I want to be like them, I'm envious of the stars But that's okay one day I will join them.
Have you ever thought about the possibility that one day the Earth will have no more food?
Journey Toward Success I've always wanted to succeed, To show people what all I can be,
Me.
Me I am different. I know I am different. I think differently. But how am I different?
Im flawless, im stylish, just hear me im high pitched, you caint forget, your obsessed im flawless, none the less. im elegant with a heart like an elephant, with a soul that could be heaven sent, but i swear to
Self-seen The strongest I've ever been A societal strain Recites lies and prompts pain But I Refuse the abuse Fight hostility with happiness And affliction with bliss To be durable
I am flawless. You are flawless. Our flaws are less than our beauty. Isn't that what it is? Not perfection, Imperfection. Not the hungering in a young girl's stomach
I have two diseases that will always control my life They have been a burden, a pain, a constant strife They tell me when to eat, sleep, and cause me to cry But I know I cannot give up, I just have to try
I am one of the Flawless, The ensemble of ladies and gentlemen, Who choose to be lighthearted and humble,
Underneath the beating blanket of society, Underneath the glamour , and glitz, and cotton,
Who am i? Am i a man with lost strength? What am i? Am i a freezer with no heat? Where am i? Am i in a mental prison for my insecurities? Why am i ? Am i here to preach love and destroy hate?
   The water is tepid, the sea cool bliss;
*Click* We hear it too much See it too much "Ugly" they say *delete*
(This was my first slam poem.
I am not perfect. Mistakes are my best friend, So I practice saying sorry. Awkward was a word made just to describe me, So I keep my head down. I laugh at the wrong times,
I am not perfect. Mistakes are my best friend, So I practice saying sorry. Awkward was a word made just to describe me, So I keep my head down. I laugh at the wrong times,
A little girl is all they see
I am a witch a heathen a child of the earth I am hidden behind masks of my own design. Masks that hide the fraying thread  that is my anxiety  I am a witch a sad night at 2 A.M. 
Hearing the lashing tail as it waves snow away, coldness never seems to fail. Although the snow seems to fray as Summer begins to unveil.   The ground begins to harden
I am one person Yet I am also many I can take many shapes and size To fit my surroundings Sometimes I'm a gentleman And sometimes I'm a punk Do I know who I am? I am many yet I'm one.
***FLAWLESS BEING*** By Paul J. Pinkett
May I be frank with you, college essay? Thanks.
It's sloppy It's weird, but heart racing, this love is something to be feared. Tongue dancing, romancing, entrancing.
Behind all the filters,  my pictures hold natural beauty. Behind the makeup and touch-ups, I have freckles that engulf my face. Behind the smiles, I hold back years worth of overcome struggles
I am perfect. I am flawless.
Doing something you hateTo get white thumbs of like   Being alienated ina place made to socialize Culture of connectivity?Results: futile activities!
2015 will be the year It will be the year I honor and respect my parents It will be the year I love It will be the year I am thankful It will be the year I think before being quick to speak
2015 will be the year It will be the year I honor and respect my parents It will be the year I love It will be the year I am thankful It will be the year I think before being quick to speak
Without my filter, I am Vulnrable  I have no sheild to hide this flaw This flaw is caused by my own infliction  without my filter I have no juristiction  The bad that I see, apparently no one saw
She never knew she could love, and love so very deep. She had a dream one night, when she was in REM sleep.   She saw herself in-love, with a guy that was so great.
Flawless Beautiful Blunders Expressing,Giving,Caring Perfect Mistakes Constituting Me
Her mind was in Hawaii Dancing under waterfalls, Wandering through rainforests, Picking tropical flowers and Putting them in her hair, Simmering on sandy beaches, And gazing at the stars.  
Im me, My Dark Skin, You Cant Change Rough Hair, Cant Change My Standard and Vanacular, Cant Change Strong Walk, Wont Change Hard outside, Soft inside Cant change  Just 5 things that stay the same
Don't demand the delight of others.
"The Spelling Bee is tomorrow kids, go study your words." Watch me win the Spelling Bee and beat all those nerds Later at home I took it straight to the dome Read the dictionary till i landed on zone
I do not care what others think, Facing a mirror, tears when I blink, Made in God's image, this I know, But through the damage, it does not show.   I act as my own worst critic,
I am me with no filter I am pure with no filter I am myself with no filter As beautifui women, men, and couples descend across my Facebook feed I stay pure, and unfiltered
The reason I am flawless does not come from society Society everyday tells me I am less I am not smart enough I am not skinny enough I am not kind and I am not selfless
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For as long as i lived on this planet i still haven't found myself  I feel as if I'm different from all the books on the self 
Pretty hair, perfect smile Shining eyes, thin waist Eyes on you all the time Let the boys chase Unrealistic expectations   A voice, a kind spirit A dreaming heart, a fearless soul
I'm lying on the couch here
Longing in separation creates, Decisions of despairation that will awake, The young man who ought not to be woken. The rise of the sun, Starting a day that is broken, Eyes closed for some time,
Do you see this skin just sitting around my bones? I know you may not like it, but i have to call it home. It's all pale and freckled, except for these little red spots.
Me without a filter is a home without the realtor I'm independent I'm meant to be more than what society's telling me selling me without the sticker that says I'm old, off the kilter
Let's take a guy - hey, let's call him Joel.   Joel's a jock. You know Joel; big guy, beefcake, brawny. Brainless? Maybe. More like motionless.  
I never believed I could, nor thought I ever would, be able to like it.
Im feeling all the fears I feel dead inside I need a pen and paper and a thing of cyanide
Some say she's simple They think she's easy to figure But these people know very little She walks through life with vigor   She's not an angel But nor is she the devil
It started on a white day, before seventh block. You grabbed a seat next to me, to start table talk.   I thought you were quite bold and different, indeed.
First we need open minds that could in brace new things, second peace with our inter self and with everything in the cosmos and finally a love for everyone 
Today's a new day God let me have this morning Noon, nectar, nocturne.
I am beautiful  I am intelligent I am different I am one of a kind, there is no one like me   I am lovely I am loveable I am loved
My low seemed skin shreds the weight of those who bring me down
Physical and Personal trials That have changed the person I'm am by miles I lost my dad and it hurt My heart shattered in the dirt No he is not dead But that is all that can be said
When I was seven-years-old, I was called Snail. That is a nickname that has stuck to me as a female.   It is odd, but there is a reason for that informal title.
The day has begun and I'm still here, Awaiting for your presence to bring me cheer.  
"Anormal", "Wrong", "Needs To Be Fixed", "Queer!" That's but a small bit of the everyday soundtack that I hear. "No, I don't want a Kiss.", "I'm not broken.",  "Please don't touch me there!"
I stare at the mirror Watching anxiety pour My dignity crawls beneath me Heaving on all fours
All of the pain, sweat, and tears come down to this The bonds built will be tested  It wont be easy
Young Learning Unknowing at times Shy My childhood had all of these Like a cherry blossom waiting to come up, it took me time to be who I am today My childhood was different.
Respect Connects   I respect your religion said no man ever
Camera, Camera on my phone. Filter away all my flaws, Surly I do lie, but beauty is key , Without  filters, We shine flawless like  gems, Now we see eye to lens,  Simple beauty,no trends.
Do You Really See Me She is smart She has a 4.0 GPA She will be successful How could she not be   How could I not be I have the envied life I have everything
How much do people pay to get hair my color? Everyone asks if I know, but no one gives an answer. Albino blonde does not come from a box. Though my eyes are weak, I see more than most:
My face is not my canvas I can contour I can paint I can outline I can manipulate I Cannot tell a story I Cannot move others emotionally I Cannot be studied   My real canvas
Who am I you may ask?  Look no further than my exquisite past. I am the girl with the beautiful, bouncy, blonde hair. I am the beauty without a care.   You want more from me?
Liberal civilian lady weds Conservative military man = Creates unique offspring baby Springing off to my future plan
I flew straight into the center. A ghastly little stream, influencing the earth turning the flower petals gold
Life is a journey and happiness comes with exploration.
Who I am.  Searching in the deepest corners of the oceans
It sways in a brisk bree ze, and curls with the use of goose greese. It can point like the horns of a springbok antelope, and saturates in juice when eating succulent cantaloupe.
This poem was entered in my contest of Eber &wein publishing in the book "Beyond the sea" i didnt win the contest but I was a finalist
Looked at my reflection unsatisfied, The details of my insecurities weren’t classified. I scanned my body up, then down, Then I gazed into my 2 big gates of brown.
Shh, listen can you hear? That thing that articulates from there to here That's my voice that bounces off the walls That voice thats so hard makes you wanna fall   You can't hear? Then listen louder
why does it always come to this?
America my dear..
Thinking about my life
Being raised in a home , all alone but full of 5 .
I Wish I wake up and dress my face up in camoflague to protect me My true values bottled up from my adversaries Skeptical whether not to expand my horizons
in his dreams she’s exposed
Corrosive stares deteriorate the fragile filter my fears create. This pseudo sense of normality, is a dam for my creative profligacy.   Beneath this exoskeleton of perfection
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I am #... Always almost absent Beautiful beyond boundaries Constantly causing chaos Desperately desiring dreams Extremely enigmatic Ferverously faithful Grateful good girl
I am that bird in the sky, the bird that everyone admires. Simply because I am free. Freer than I even want to be. So free I could feel the wind beneath these wilted wings.
Snap! I've been captured! But luckily it wasn't me. It was the person I wanted to be. Beautiful butterfly, hilarious hipster but don't forget, that was just the filter. The real me struggles daily
Shutter Snaps Perfect Picture Fancy Filter But which one? Sierra? no Sable? no Sutro? Yes, that's perfect. 110 Likes...   But Who Am I, Behind the filters? Who Am I,
  I am a hard working student athlete who loves to have fun I wonder how my classes will measure up to my standards this year I am anxious to get the cobwebs out of my brain I am determined to get an education
I swore never to cross oceans
  Through printed font on burnt crisp pages,
Art, Abandoned and angry. Alleys and attackers. Alone, Alone, Alone.   Art, Abandoned and angry. Avalanches and alligators. Alone, Alone, Alone.  
Baby girl bent and broken, bleeding,
Time has no filter, It is infinite, confusing and raw to the core. The days slip through our finger tips, Becoming a thick, mudded pile.  Be careful of the clock that ticks.
 Broken by the empidement past In time we have all been last I break in tears from the sight of laughter But break in joy knowing what's after Hurt by the offending sides But healed by my defending tides Lovely
Abuse is like a dream.   You wake up with confusion.   Wondering why this happened to you?   It seems too bad to be true.  
Get your life. I wouldn't pay a penny for your thoughts. Actions speak louder than words, but my silenced thoughts speak louder than actions. 
I am me under these clothes behind those filters. I am me. No bright light to make my picture brighter. No filter to make me lighter. I am me. Who am I with all these unspoken words?
My heart no longer mourns for your love,
A child of Suess and a daughter of grace, in this whimsical world I was kindly misplaced. On an island of misfits I took to my tongue, like the martyrs had spoken my brilliance begun.  
An impefect body, and imperfect voices... A flawed individual with many flawed choices... A heart of gold, and a mind of steel... Will anyone see me behind my translucent veil?
An iron hue hung in the air I flung out my arms in desperate dispair My heart quivers with unreleased tension Breaking For it knows not The metallic scent burns sharper I am overhelmed
The one thing im best at is doing my best doesnt matter what it is school, sports, service projects sweeping the floor or saving the world when i commit to it i give it my life
Looking into the mirror, Wiping away the tears. A new day is ahead And a new face appears. No one can see past The cover that is shown, But nobody really understands What is called the unknown.
ba dum dum i play the drums rat a tat tat i aint got no tats ba dum dum dum i like my snare drum rat a tat tat i even play in the tub
The controlling controller roams in  her controlling world, thinkinking highly of the crazy cool adventurous odesseys  she embarks on.   Her blanket is her cape to escape 
let’s begi
Birds of a feather flock together
Perfect in the eyes of others; Flawed in the eyes of the mirror. I have stretch marks that show I have lived and grown.
Flawless. Perfect, Persistent, perpetually Precise; I pay attention to detail more than it'll suffice.   Flawless. Unique, United, uniformly Univocal;
No one really knows me I'm not sure what they see But from the way they talk and look At me I know they don't feel close to me Don't they know they're all I have?
The beauty within yourself is based on conciousnes  Most people seem to always brag about what they have,  Others just tend to whine about what they don't, I'm more in the midle.
I've lived most of my life behind a curtain. Those tender, shaky Seconds just before a performance, Auditoriums and microphones are a part of me. But when I was younger, They only meant singing and
There are many parts to me Stereotyes Characterisics Looks   I feel at each deserves a place in my heart For I would not be me without it As each misshapen bit
I stand at the horizons of other men,
Truth be told abot me Things you coul never dream to know Wind is a trusty treasure that makes me feel free
I dont want that life were everyone knows my business, I dont want  to be  famous
Glossy green marbleClicks beneath heels of black bootsThe sun glints through stained glassGlowing colorsGlass storiesPainted picturesEmerald light shines brightly upon my face
A side of me that no one saw,  weak, pathetic, crumbled down black
D=D
If life easy was not hard then attempting is not available If half of me is going insane And point five has a vision blurred You must be crazy two Thoughts of suicide are not scary
There is a mirror that knows all truths One glance and you'll learn who you really are Every year it is looked at by the youths We come to see if we will be a star  
I’m on the inside looking out Biding my time till I can stride out I push and I pull and I purposefully repeat But these durable bonds are unbreakable My unlivable cage is indestructible I yearn to be free
Modern times are curious. My eyes see the refreshed feed that refresh me and make me see. Fancily Photoshopped fellas “free of flaws” but they are unable to emulate me. Modern times are curious, see?
Dear Stranger, My hand grasps yours confidently, knuckles molded to your foreign form, you do not know how they shake. Tremble. You are not accustomed to bitten nails,
  Enthralled to the entity soothingly igniting midnight's azure,                                                              I marveled at the moon’s majesty, formidable brilliance accentuating each contour.
Behind the darkest of closed curtains, I stand I am tantamount to the forgotten shadow on your wall On the surface I'm a cat in the headlights, terrified and clueless
I'm flawless? Yes. You, beating yourself up in there, are flawless. Your A and AB honor rolls In elementary and middle schools didn't go away. Sure, they didn't stick around for high school, but
Everything and everyone can be broken down into smaller bits, But I can't let just anyone wander around with this knowledge. Look.
Arrant and austere, Highs and lows. No in between Just excessive extremes Of commendable and baneful times, Blissful and despairing moments That altered me Into whom I am.
I no longer see myself as I gaze at my reflection; Instead there is someone disturbed, distressed, and decaying A skeleton girl;
the day begins determination builds up the reasons for life come by and force to keep on. as school progresses my stress goes up, i concentrate enough to take down the stress.
girls are taught to be somebody's  instead of somebodies
The beauty of music is something I can't explain A perfect picture God created just to keep me sane But the pictures only perfect when its through my frames Thinking back on when nobody even knew my name
 Spaced out from the liars, shit talkers , homophobic remarks appearing from thin air . Eyes locked at my chest and jean inprints. As society search desperately for clues.
A silent killer, suicide It creeps into mind But stays inside A silent skiller, suicide You fake a smile But cut your wrist A silent killer, suicide You say "I'm fine"
      
Every day
I sat here thinking     How am I going to write this?  
A thousand times we needed you. A thousand times we cried. If love alone could have saved you, you never would have died.
 I am me, the little girl who sits quietly , in the corner at the back of the room. i live in my own world, a world full of tears and heart brakes.. but thats ok after all its just me.
I hide behind many curtains along with anyone I've ever known its a paradox in the sense that we are all hiding who we are from people who are hiding who they are
You wonder why I wear a mask,
It's ok Grace even though the race came in a fast pace Tracy's gone long gone away far beyond the clouds long beyond the stars even though she still rocks the little Tracy now talks
We frequently hear about all of the huge success stories of American companies that be
my peers- striving to be number one I am not like them, perfection can't be won whether to find true love or be truly liked
Long legs and knobby knees, Sit and listen, won't you please?   After that it's kind of fat, But what's the matter with that.   Then my arms, lanky and gaunt, Not something I normally flaunt.
I am Sarah of two clans, Ryan and Shelton.
Props and patterns, It's all up to you. How do you choose to feel today? You see, Lately, you haven't been giving yourself enough thanks; Enough paint to finish your masterpiece.
I woke up like this... Flaw.. with Less makeup
You love me now, You love me never again,
My hair’s not perfect My skin either I sure wish my eyes were a lot clearer
Three novellas sit unwritten, their words whispered throughout the crammed corners of my skull. Two notebooks collaged with cutouts of dresses and deco hold all hundred poems from the period
Grinding tears out as the ones I love pass away,  Bringing God closer to the heart I hold so frail,    Striving for the last emotion I may ever have,     Battling until the end to save my conscience from the inevitable,
These delicate blades of grass beneath my bare feet like her hair before sleep - home.
Weird, Homosexual, Creepy, Autistic, Geek These labels have never once brought me the grief of intentional bullying. The lack of them has. Give them labels to define me, or they will assign the labels themselves.
LET ME OUT PLEASE LET ME OUT I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE ANYMORE
Savannah Benson   Beautiful Destruction     Flames; In my chest. Raindrops; On my cheek.
Who am I really? I bet you really want to know. But would that be a good idea to even share and show. Sharing the true me, is really hard if you see, which is why I sometimes push away people and tell them to let me be.
  Depression
Quiet, apathetic, little eye contact;She doesn't concern herself with what they think.Intimidating, cold and uncaringShe doesn't like them or need their approval.Who she appears to be isn’t who she is.
'Flawless' is of flawed design, I am not perfect, nor are you, But knowing that my flaws are mine, And that they've made me strong with time, I praise myself where praise is due.  
So let's live, And let love. Where is this coming from? My heart says yes, In you I obsess.   And I'm losing my mind, But I swear that it's fine... Just commit me now,
I Fear the wrath of us monsters, as you wander this land and ponder over our grandeur.
Every step I take,
Oh Minolta Oh Minolta, how I love thee, your frame so shiny, strong, and stable. Oh Minolta, how I love thee, black and silver, red and green. Leather and metal come together.
"You're weird!"- Who's weird? What's weird? The word weird is weird. How can we determine what a person is? Different seems bad now at days. Why?                                                                       "You're weird!"- Who's weird?
I live in a world that claims to be modernized Where acceptance based on race, class, gender is all expected Now realise, much to my demise ACCEPTance is EXPECTed but in the end the majority is REJECTed  
ME
Scared in a world with a variety of people, the rejects, the nerds and quiet people . With the people who belong on stages and are natural leaders , those who belong at the steaple.
Am I bound in this one body? I have such a multifarious disposition that it seems it cannot be so. Yet I am Here, all of me.   I lack symmetry, but doesn't everyone?  
yes, sir, you were rude- that is the stony fruit!   yes, sir, you were mean- you'll go to hell,
I am a lonely face searching a heart to rest in Yearn for a warm embrace Soft and gentle skin   To protect and nurture  Help that being grow I will search for her Till the day I know
On a wet and chilly morning, I was feeling kind of glum. So I plopped down on my sofa, And I sat there like a bum.   I tried to smile brightly. And I tried to chuckle warmly.
On hellish plains and lost winding lanes, these are the things that keep me sane.   Imperfect hearts. Lopsided smilies. Just like life, chaotic similes. Clouds that hide behind clouds.
That Certain Individual There is a certain individual, One whose name I will not say, But the mere thought of their existence, Quickly brightens up one's day,
Not insuff
Her smile could brighten up a cabin Her skin glowed in the summer sunlight Jesus Christ, she’s beautiful. Her freckles dotted her face
From this nation full of discrimination Already judging before any information
The plump couch sits constantly occupied but still. The only audible sound comes from the blaring of a well-used TV. Crumbs clutter the cushions. A seldom shift occurs.
Abrasive and Bawdy, Calamitous, Determined, Explosive, Fun, Gaudy. At first glance I am so self-assured, 
It is sometimes said that happiness comes from within,a sort of promise, like a freedom from our sin,but joy stems from another place,separate from our own sacred space.
The Crow's the one who tells the story With fleeting ebony wings, he comes To torment the mind He brings all nightmares into reality Fates ebony angel His eyes see straight into the soul
Breathe in Smoke Incense
I didn’t want to do it, But I need to graduated. High school missing me? That’s impossible. Your school has more hours than a day. Look at your grades, Now you are afraid.
The print has faded From the movie ticket of our first date, Just as our love has done.   I still think about you
Life is a stage hosting a play with an unpredictable plot. An elaborate play with constant character change, No set setting, And an unknown, inevitable end.
Who am I?
BY GILLIAN CLARKE Think of it waiting three hundred million years,   not a hare hiding in the last stand of wheat, but a premonition of stone, a moonlit reef   where corals reach for the light through clear  
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
Just a pallid portrait in a looking glass She doesn't see a face that she knows-- Only a pair of sad eyes Darkened, ancient Full of stories and secrets she dare not tell  
Is it easy to boggle the baffled brain? Shall we begin to believe that to baffle the boggled brain goes beyond the boundary of basic beliefs?
Calmness captures constantcustomers constantly coming,craving content cures. 
Nature's nurture nearsnostalgia n' never noticed now. Nomore.
Happy hearts hum,hints hurtle high,harm hasn't hit.
The world was a powderkeg. Someone lit a match.Sitting on a staircasehollowedout by flames. Stillstanding but standingsurrounded by red-brickrubblejust like everything else.
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