Allusion

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Easy A-llusion (a.k.a.The Scarlet Letter).
Day by day I pass you by,Yet I receive no attention,Often asking whyyou wreck me,Make me want to die,And not someone else,7 billion of us,Yet you caught me,Fake I know plays tricks,
I want to go where the water meets the land. There is a balance there. There is no sound like that which sand and lapping water share.  
Far into that ire sky rose a suble glint too quick deposed; a mirror to what lies in throe. yes, far beneath that acrid storm lay jewlers' land,
I spilled into that frosting grass. Spindly, numb blades lusted for the blank sky above and bent and bedded me into their meadow-berth. The pinching smell of nothing burnt my nose
‘Because I love you’   He said to me once When he fed me the only food he had His fragile hands shaking The hunger pounding through his veins  
As I step into the car I feel a wave of dissapointment flood over me like a tsunami in Japan I sit and watch the unknown bodies they run up and down courts and fields Fukushima.
Dear Dad,  
What happened to all your soft promises and sweet lies? Did they slip off your tongue or did they wash away?  Because it seems as is your heart is fleeting. Never staying in one place fully.  On your own little island.You tell yourself false proph
Hot water Salty Across my face Through my body Warmth everywhere But the worst kind An overwhleming warmth Sadness Of a bond afraid to be broken Tears
Love isn't always perfect, but it's consistent and unconditional It is patient, kind, understanding, and genuine It's asking how someone is doing If they're not good, you'll be there for them
Some where on the edge of time I lost my will and special chime Some where at the Cosmos edge My strength is hidden and wedged.   Lost but not defeated My hope has not depleted.
Eden was never a symbol of perfection Aphrodite was never a symbol of love Love to the Greeks meant madness, meant that someone had fallen too far  
The Interwoven Web What once was is now, Hope. A day of mediocre unity interwoven,
rejection       or          regret                     ?                       That is the question  true quesiton.
A healthy love is unique Today's definition of love is based on emotion and feeling But love is a choice Love isn't sex Love isn't lust Love is a choice
Lonely lover, what have you done to us? You've been lonely all these years, yet you linger by my side when I do not want you here. Even though you're not the one, we tend to share the bed at night.
Often I lose sight  Of what's wrong and what's right Often I question you I am often confused We fight on and off  Pained, I am often lost How can I love you so When I'm not even sure you know
I WAS A walking, breathing, living shadow Never standing out in a crowd Always behind her...second place  
Mop the floors, Dust the shelves, Stay indoors, Keep to yourselves, We can yell, No throwing anything breakable,
Love is patient, love is kind, Love has conflict, love is blind. Love is a meal to the starving man: relationships. They must be stroked with a warm and soft hand,
They walk around like drones All the people in the street With their faces in their phones How blind to the world they must be They live so oblivious
Because I love you, We eat breakfast together. We eat in silence. No noise is made But it is far from quiet.   Because I love you, We play lots of games. Our favorite is chess;
I'm a black and beautiful girl who knows her qualities. Everywhere I go I can see how they look at me. Other girls hate me. They said that I'm not a pretty girl, but no they just jealous of me and I don't know why.
I think he don't love me Cause he makes me suffer with her words. Sometimes he says that I'm a bad girl. Sometimes he says that anyone don't need to love me.
I was waiting for you every day I was curious and young. Sometimes I cried when I imagine my life destroyed
Thy name, Thy eyes, Thy love, I longed for thee to touch. Wherefore art thou vanished? Thou take my heart with thee. And thou sworn my love, But wherefore art thou?
It's easy to say that there should be separation between us Whites should be here and Blacks should be there But there's some brave souls that are able to fuss Able to discuss That unity is better  
In the small town of Oradour-sur-Glane, France, When the Nazis wore the pants, A Schutzstaffel soldier lurks down the streets.
  There she scrubs , left to offend Those who had no problem to condemn For disowned for love, she is left crying For he left, damning  
Once upon a time doesn't quite describe it. I remember everything as if I read a timeline of memories just yesterday.
My parents couldn’t understand why I refused to marry a prince Of course, I couldn’t tell them Not in a society such as this  
Once Upon a Time A girl dreamed about her future. A future filled with hope and prosperity. A future that seemed so attainable in a trance, but a fairytale that ended every morning.
Born from an egg like all the other ducklings And from a family who thought would teach it right, But who knew family could just be as bad? Intentionally laughing and pointing at it out of spite--
I don’t know how to start To share what I feel Or how to open up my heart For you to reach out and heal   I don’t want a friend I don’t want none at all I don’t want your lending hand
       Good thoughts no longer have a home in my brain. It seem as if I'm going insane. I feel so alone and ashamed because noone's the same. But still I hope to soon change,I hope to refrain 
Have you ever felt the red bumps of the chicken pox?Or caught the measles from a sneezing man?Can you try and dodge diseases from explorers?Can you live with all the symptoms of disease?
It's 12:52am and im sitting alone crying on my bed Cautiously waiting for you to call me back I'm sitting here thinking different scenarios could've happened  Or what could've changed
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned In all of eternity  Two star crossed lovers’ nightmares arose Riddled with insanity   She was the queen and he was the king Sadly, neither were worthy
Rotten Core. That's what I found of you the one I adore. Adored. Once you came to my house with that apple, Charming, your smile full of esctacy
I do not need a Prince Alone with books I can forever live happily Mother and father will not convince me to marry the Prince and have a family
So people call me the big, bad wolf, but honestly they are mistaken. I will tell you my side of the story  of how I turned those little pigs into bacon.    I just happened to be sick one day, 
I found someone new   He's tall and strong   Understands my love   Doesn't pressure me to do what I don't want   Tells me it's okay to cry   That I don't need to be strong
From the Proverbs we are told, Chapter eleven and verse twenty-seven, That to get to Heaven, "Be the one that finds the gold." "Anyone can find the dirt in a person," they say.
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Baggy. Baggy clothes. Baggy persona. Baggy life.   Leaving me feeling blue Shells shaped into words that Dig into my soul like a whine bottle fighting a corkscrew  
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the prettiest of them all? No verbal response from the mirror, but reflections talk. The reflection tells the young woman that she is not good enough. The reflection of the young man is no different.
So you're famous and you're looking for advice? Fame doesn't happen overnight and comes at a price. And well, the price of fame is absurdly high, You're on top of the world 'til you fall out of the sky.
Ever wonder of how Wendy Darling drew her last breath? You saw the sweet, charming girl gracefully walking in her periwinkle bluse dress. But could you pierce through the walls of darkness of the depression and suicidal mess?
It starts with a girl and a wicked pair of shoes That she swiped from her father’s closet. It starts with slicked back hair and a video of Presley Twisting away for the girls who saw it.
I’m in love with the kilometres between us, I’m in love with the distanceBetween your eyes and my eyes and your arms and my arms and your place and mineI like that you like what I like and that I like what you like
"Once upon a time..."   The land is dark, the moon is bright. One love, one hope, one heart. They join hands; black, white, yellow, green And pray for restoration of Earth.
They’ll scream and say I robbed them But don’t speak of how they robbed me Though I suppose it’s hard to recognize Your slave once he’s been freed.  
“Nibble nibble, like a mouse, who is nibbling in my house?” That is what our grandmother says when she catches us eating between meals. We don’t like her.
Grit in a glass. Confidence in a cup. Call it what you will, as long as you buy another gin and tonic.   I'm consistent in my ways, you're just another tab, that's got to pay.
A sweet young flower a delicate Rose dancing in the April shower learning as she grows    A man drunk with lust  came from behind hid in the shadows  her peace and dreams he crushed 
"Cinderella, Cinderella, let down your hair!" Wait. This is the wrong story. Cinderella began to allow her loose, yellow, locks To fall from her window to her visitor.   "Rapunzel, my love!
Once upon a time...   The sky felt the looks of a dreamy women, For weeks, she had hope again. The sky listened to her, She was speaking a very old story, That made a bonfire in her heart.
I stretch out my arms to catch a sprawling nothing. Down I spin, up, around, and over Until I land, feet flat, before a glittering mansion
drip             drop                         drip                                     drop                         sweet             dreams little             princess.
Firefighters help in many ways Putting out the fires everyday To keep us safe throughout the day Firefighters helps us every day Doctors help in many ways Looking at patients every day
Peacock feathers, royal blue, Turquoise, lapis, every hue, Only gemstones and most true,  For him naught but best will do. He deserves a golden shrine, From his eyes the stars do shine,
Coils of cold yellow green rope Lying heavy, hold her still Half-sleeping eyes lacking hope Betray her total loss of will. Apathy upon her lies,  Slowing movement, pressing down,
He stays awake, eyes staring, At every wanted prize, And all the things, deserving, He knows he's been denied. Green-silver shards of hatred Poison his every thought, And threads of something rage-red
All she wants are diamonds, And the glitter of soft gold, With jewels the size of almonds, And sparkling coins to hold. Her goal is always growing, Complete excess her aim,
'Gainst pillow lounges lazily, Naked contrast with his bed, Calls soft and lackadaisically,  Drawing you as though you're led.  His image makes desire spark,  In flashes of maroon,
She is a soft spoken quick wit, With fear behind her gaze, And if you dare provoke it,  You should beware its scarlet haze. Her tongue is sharp like razor blades, Strikes quicker than an asp,
ChorusSticcs and stones and broken homes your curses are what hurt meYour heart is stone it breaks my soul your hatred is what birthed meYou drink my blood and drain my love and you always seem so thirstyYou act so high above us all you act like i
Throwing on my favorite dress, and shoving on some heels, I stole the keys from my step-mom
Once upon it was just our love How unfair, maybe it wasn't. Migth have been once real. But our love that was probably never real. Found something real that's out of touch.
There once was a boy that lived in a shack, in a room that was cold and dark in the back. Having no toys, television, not even a ball, the boy had nothing at all. But the one person that kept him afloat,
The White Rabbit Rushed as always Led her to her destiny A watch to keep time Which never ends Time is man made concept
To live the American dream means to be the one living in the family house that you own Debt free That you paid with the money that your white ancestors swept from my black ancestors hands
Are the fairy tales we loved as childrenStill present in what seems like a million Years agoIt seems so outta place, so Outta date Glass slippers are goneDragons guarding towers With princesses all aloneAnd godmothers with magical powers Fulfillin
Once upon a time in a land far, far away, lived a girl with a mind of brilliant capacity.  She aspired to attend a college with plentiful opportunities so she attended Barnard in the city.
In this here and now I don't hear it now A void like the plague Has swept through And so cleared out The sound of laughter Crying Without a doubt is gone No memory lane  
There is a time and place to be a princess, be be lady-like and to influence others with your charm, but there will never be a limit to hide your true colors and show that beyond that fluffy dress and make up there is an independent woman, a woman
Cut me open like you do those scars on your wrists. You use to hate the sight of blood, But now the sting and crimson oozing from your wrist has become your favorite addiction.
The darkness buried within my soul, has the capability to eat my mind whole. The words that I try and speak the actions I try and keep, are in itself; pure beauty.
My name is Ursula, Maybe you've seen my picture around., But it's said that a picture is worth a thousand words, So let me tell you the one you haven't heard. I liked Triton, king of the sea,
Once upon a time, the beginning 'O' was never embroidered with gold, life was void of materialistic tangents; our modern albatrosses   But sufficied with compassion,
Once upon a time a little lost girl was trying to find herself.
At night, alone in darkness deep The millers daughter begins to weep  Make what appears worthless, priceless  Turn the bare threads of straw into glittering gold  
They see her, petite and gorgeous, They compare themselves to her small frame, Wondering why they cannot look like her, Petite and gorgeous.
They see her, petite and gorgeous, They compare themselves to her small frame, Wondering why they cannot look like her, Petite and gorgeous.
When I first saw him I knew he was going to be apart of my life. It's a crazy thing called love. Whether it be today, tomorrow, or in ten years.  Sooner rather came closer than later. 
She was so weird acting, as if she was holding back.She never would speak unless spoken to, and when she did it wasn't her, she wanted it to be her but herself was lost.She went on journey to find it, and she still tries.
In every version of my story, One thing always rings true. I gave up my fins, and I traded them for legs. The sand squishes between my toes, The soft waves lap against my legs.
I have always wanted to be the best..I have always wanted not to be like the restI have always wanted to conquer the restBut am not really the best to themFor me to become the best, I have to dress like the rest
Everyday I would come home running Straight into my room My head inside a book No real reason to look at the world around me So much people So many problems No one takes time out to look in my eyes
Gold-- Everything else has ceased to matter, To exist In his eyes. The damned metal has taken control Of everything in sight: Of our once beautiful home, Of my body, Of his mind.  
Once Upon A Time... There was a princess named Rapunzel Born of a Black father and a White mother, Rapunzel was praised for her curly hair Natural curls
A ring of ire, a plate of golden hue, Black streams of pain and worry just for you. A flame so bright it blinds the mind from truth Beneath the mask, you are decaying youth.
Once Upon A Time, there was a girl with golden hair, Locked in A tower waiting to pair  Her mother was a devil And also a rebel  Desperate for love (without permission) She went on a mission 
Broken Fantasy by Bruno Pardo   Once upon a time, what a lie! Once upon a time nothing happened Once upon a time you were fooled   Once upon a time, fantasy unleashed
In ashes, the pot is as black as the kettle. A princess in rags wouldn’t stoop to my level. What would you do in my shoes? What do I? Life gives me a pumpkin, I make pumpkin pie.
Do you ever have that moment where you just need to think? It’s not about anything specific, but you just need to let the weird stream of consciousness you have flow out of you. I do. That’s what’s happening right now. Just letting my mind flow.
  Once upon a time, not long ago Lived Antonia, a bright child Who was pretty and never wild Once upon a time, the sky was her limit,
With beauty and grace, comes with a fist to the face Beauty and Passion both have a certain complexion  that one is almost always familiar with. Slurs on the street become unwanted interrogation.
Once upon a time A young girl so benign Confronted by the curse Touched, pricked, and tumbled Fallen by the spindle.      Oh the unlucky one Rembered for her collapse
Brutal chills, death knocking Dearest Mother  Has lost become your name? gone? away? This path that has left us both astray  Searching for my mother has left me down despair  
Cindy fell love with the a masterHe loved her, he hugged her, he kissed herHe got down on one knee And to her surprise heSaid that he was in love with her sister
Once Upon A Time, there was a poor father, Doing what he can to provide for his daughter. Goes up to the King and says, "Hey look at this! Here is something for ya that you don't wanna miss!"
I didn't press the button because I thought it was a panic button. So when it came time to panic, I remained calm and collected as I pressed it; But nothing happened, So I died of panic.  
Years come and years go But there isn't a moment When I don't miss her
Oh dear sweet Alice, Pure heart of white roses. The queen is coming for you With all the king’s horses.   You seem ill Alice. Are you feeling alright? Didn't your mother ever warn you
The story goes as we all know it well, three pigs are attacked one by one from a evil wolf until they are finally safe in the last pig' brick house. What wasn't shared however is why the wolf attacks.
I don't know which is worse, the uncertainty or the certainty. I don’t know if
I woke and fell in your arms Has your lips touched mine Never knowing much more Trying to keep us from falling apart 
Life is simply an illusionCircling around worldly reasonA world we see as true memoriamOnly made by our own comprehension
Living in sadness and gloom, It is all we know to do.  Martial law, strict curfew The darkest days have yet to loom.    It is not time yet.    Underground  Is where we're sleeping. 
Red is a chemical romance Between the senses, Looking at life askance, And avoiding all pretenses.  It is the uniform of the damned And a cheer for the broken - A melancholic euphoria
once upon a generation in my tower long locks it mirrors my contempt  and my view is limited  i do not see anything more than lonely wood but it is not lonely that is only me
The mask by jeanine b   I am happy when I can hear the birds sing to welcome the sun back from its sleep I am  also happy when I hear the thump the thump of my heartbeat  I am also happy when I see him
Once upon a heartbreak ago... Tell me the truth Who's coming for you? By the end of the hour i'll make you feel right Make you fall in love with me by the end of the night Confess your heartbreaks to me 
Every day she greets me. I can talk to her when I'm down. Always lends a open ear. And sometimes is a clown. She lives such a simple life. Its behavior like this we need to learn
i had one foot in the river styx counting change for the boatman when i woke up only wet with perspiration    i was mere moments away from cold judgment nothing in comparison to
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He is God.   He is God not Michael or John But he is God The only one He is God Of all nations and all races Yes he is Lord And Creator of all places    
We came to this new world scared, we came in the cold of night lost, oppressed, and we left our handprints and footprints on every soil and water way
I wish to ask the gushing stream Why fade thin into a foggy one And vanish like a twilight dream In the umbra of the sparkling sun
Our U.S. government teacher does not say the Pledge. At 8 AM, Monday through Friday, he still stands for the Flag, keeping his lips tightly sealed.
  Birds sweet singing its spring after a storm the wrens come out and for an hour  its peace   On the morning news the tv bright in the dawn’s early light
Oh say can you see how America came to be, By the dawn’s early light, how we always shone bright   What so proudly we hailed
Cheyann Washington_ connections / humanities   Is it okay?   Is it okay to call me out of my name? Like baby, Lil mama Screaming for my attention
My country tis of thee, foul land of misery That’s what I see Land of the white man’s lies Land of the minorities’ cries That’s what I see The worlds got it all wrong
Die
I learned to die But some in life never learn to fly Jumped off a bridge And I learn to lie Spread my wings Jesus Take me to the high Is this life just a lie? Will my dreams come true?
Laughter & love are taken away by the cold hands of horror Blades that cut mental wounds spread faster than light Different disguises dissolve to dust, revealing demons
Battle We the people have an obligation To escape this persecution in search Of a world in which we can be free Victory Now that the hard work is done And over with, we deserve a break
O beautiful for standard tests, For health worth less than grades, For against what the kids request Upon us stress cascades! America! America!
Oh Chicago, how you eat its young with passion in the night. Oh Chicago, how you reveal a love soliloquy from Frank himself.
America: God bless you if it's good to ya. No rants about skin color but vent when the temp is up--why not? Freedom of speech clouds my inner circle,
America the Beautiful, home of the brave Is a difficult place of which to brag, But with loyalty, to Liberty I wave, I pledge allegiance to the flag.   But liberty for all is the utmost lie
I see trees of brown Wilted roses, too I see them die from me and you And I think to myself: What a terrible world  
Pledge my allegiance to a nation Who swore to protect from lack of legislation A free world was the foundation Equality was the aspiration   Civil war to free the collective
One: When I was three years old I told everyone I knew that I was an alien from Pluto. I was born as a daughter of Pluto. I crawled my way out of the dust I was conceived in.
A knock on the door late at night An unexpected guest Terrible circumstances And an uninviting host   The guest is asking for simple things A corner to sleep in Perhaps a glass of water
A boy came in my life, Made me believe I'd be his wife, Talking about sugar and spice, Everything seemed nice.   Everyday we laid up,  All night we stayed up, 
Identity war!      People vetted. People gone.           Thought this was our home.
o say, can you see the walls rising to isolate us? by the light of missiles and violence. the problems will turn to ash, ash, ash. poisoning ash, killing our earth. what so proudly we hailed as a great change for America.
Here in the proud U.S.A, Where the brave and free call home today We’re really not free, at least not yet Not until we’ve settled our national debt With friends and enemies who think we can’t pay  
“Oh say! can you see By the dawn’s early light.” A land of inequities, And people cowering in fright. Masses of refugees Come home to this sight.
Americans were born free free to believe free to speak free to do to disagree to great effect or so we presumed until in our proclivity we proselytised we spoke out
part one: IAMIAMIAM, or Is this how you think? I am trying to understand   1.1: the moderate   I dressed my baby!*
They say you're free, but the book is binding    They say look to the light, but the light is blinding    They preach about sin, yet find themselves in confession that it will save their skin. 
America is the new China I was built up like The great wall of china I am strong, powerful, impenetrable, Fortified heavily until nothing can hurt me. But like the great wall of china,
Greying to the darkest shade under the sun, When all the children have made their fun, Out of sticks and White pine boughs, Crimson has fallen, one with the ground.   Douglas Firs with stars atop,
We fought on the frontier. The lush forest became a labyrinth, laying the groundwork for our tombs. Food was scarce, water deprived, and the shelter, hollow as our bones.
I once believed in the American Dream. Now its dead, like Malcolm and the King. I have a dream. One day, freedom will ring. 
America, land of the free. A land of progress and originality; A land of justice, faith, and loyalty; A land of hope, truth, and creativity. And Yet, it's not all it's cracked up to be.  
What happened to us? It used to be all about waving, gallantly streaming, nice, shiny patriotic ideals, but now it's all about grabbing. We grab fame, power, people, countries.
There are these things called color spectrums, Though I’m not allowed to tell you the colors that are in them. Black or do I have to say African American?
In these Disunited States We're always concerned with such petty things as Left or right Black or white This or that
....AND THE HOME OF THE BRAVE!!! The crowd's roar, but maybe I've got a little voice telling me there's more. If bravery means winning and fighting and gore,  Then I am a coward, just that and no more.  
God bless AmericaLand that I was born inStand by my brothers and sistersAnd protest issuesThrough the nightWith the lightFrom police carsFrom FergusonTo Flint, Michigan
Mistakes should have been my middle name. Yet Lord, You loved me just the same. Nothing I did deserved Your grace, But still my sin Lord, You erased.   My nightmare's now once upon a dream,
Oh great America, I should be proud, As a young black girl, My black women, My black men and children are falling down, Over 500 years of oppression aggression and discrimination are still found,
From the very begging for survival issue we started war. War and peace are the two parts of a coin; A minor issue can create war close to a border , Two different nations are always desperate to find out a solution,
An untold story finds itself, dusty That childhood story you once knew Peeking out on the shelf Holding Brother's Grimm Tales of the Billy Goats Gruff And Cinderella
Baby baby All single lady Love yourself Say something Rolling in the deep Let her go Love you You are my future We should married You are my daddy You are my king You are you
A plum, A grape, But not an ape, Blue and red, You’ll look it when dead, You gasp for air, No longer white, You long for something, With all your might, But the color of the sky,
You show up Blowing smoke rings And making light in the dark Like my all-knowing caterpillar, Full                                                                  Of intelligent euphemisms Cleverly
We the people In order to form a more perfect Union:   Establish a system of injustice- a system of slavery that will never be outlawed
Freedom rings from ear to ear, echoing from coast to coast, Since the ride of Paul Revere. To the free, here is my toast:  
Is America great? Do I step over storm drains at night and, in my mind, see my feet falling through because someone once showed me how small I am? and here I am stepping over storm drains as I cross the street
oh, give me a home <br>where the buffalo roam <br>where the deer and the antelope play <br>where seldom may heard a discouraging word <br>and the skies are not cloudy all day <br><br>america, land of true libert
As I feel the whiff of fresh air I notice that life isn't fair The best men always go And our grief and sorrow we must show Mother Nature is slowly killed As with chemicals filled and oil drilled
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My grandmother made her home here early, Before the borders were walled, Before Laredo was a proper baario In the heat, she cared for seven children.   My grandmother felt prejudice quickly,
O beautiful but damned Bright eyed,  my hand pressed to my heart I pledged allegiance to the flag Every day. I listened to Ray Charles croon "America!" Oh America
Hark! Calls my captain, may peace be with him. The eagle on his shoulder, screeching, cawing – His body so drapèd in red and blue, a contrast To his pale, ghostly white skin.
M.O.M yes sweet they say .yes when I have a cold or yes to when my knee is scraped, yes to when I have a bruise on my arm and yes to when and yes to when I am hungry but No to where anxiety and irritation becomes my best friend, no to when I know
  How could skin so white— Become so red with irritability— How could a face so flush— Be filled again with sensibility?   With adoration prescribed you— And a melted chocolate heart—
To think, is to be free. To speak out, is to live without fear. Do not take these rights away from me, Or face an armed insurgency. Individuality. Liberty. Collectivism is to shed these rights,
America the beautiful But is she really? America the beautiful Cries a weeping mother Whose son is no more  
Welcome to the carnival of life Where brilliance shines, flashing lights Where memories are our currencies Where affection is shared like cotton candy Where strength is measured in courage
"Are you ready now?" whispered the wind, gently folding its warmth around her enveloping her in a tight embrace, holding her away from all living eyes. The path's been chosen, the leaves are black,
“What makes me an American?” I ask in my prayers, This question, like skin comes with multiple layers, From night comes day as Her goods and her dangers, But still we are loyal to a flag made by strangers,
If I could say the words In my mind in my soul But thoughts are like birds They fly away and go explore Throughout the day I think of you I hope today the skies are blue
My earrings are heavy despite how high they hang up. And my headband’s telling everyone my name St.
What causes the waves to destroy themselves and dismember as they touch the sea shore?Is it the commonality of the reality that in actuality... the waves are temporary?
Someday I'll say, remember that day, when the sky shed tears as a tidal wave of colored blood swept the streets that were run by lions in sheep’s clothing.   Someday I'll say, I remember when,
I cry when I try Because I'm known to fail I cry because I won the battle I cry because I lost the war I cry because I left the one who loved me first I left because I thought loving was to learn to hate
I'd love to be ubiquitous,And watch you look up the word.Halcyon, more than a bird,Swam at sea in wintertime.Above the moon, beyond your mind.Sipping fine wine at home might be better.
In the moments of understanding or not   Listing the moment from being blind   ?What does it matter in end of the day  
Down in the dumps, Why should I even get up? It is not like today is going to be any different, everything I do seems insignificant.   Everybody is stuck in the same cycle,
My world was small, but you showed me   Wings built to carry all that I am. Are you aware of my changring heart? Melting away and molding into something new. In this moment,
The only legend I have ever loved is The story of greed and a grateful sparrow. A man was honest His wife was full of greed He found a sparrow hurt and scared,
There were three of you that broke my heart: Uno, Dos, and Tre.
W: We A: Are R: Retaliating   We are tired of seeing our kind shed blood.
The commencement of my year one call disturbing in message fifteen years old, one hundred pounds my lover's younger sister had nearly drowned at the hands of herself and inebriants
Where has my world gone? The one who once was innocent, the one who once was naive. Has gone down the rabbit hole. He questioned everything which brought trouble.
memes of bee movie and arthur's fist conservative politicians and twitter flips the land i am in deems a laughingstock while immigrants stir the melting pot. i dug the holes of the holy saints
Inspired by the piece "Persistence of Memory" by Salvador Dalì   Unicorns have an eon long feud with leprechauns –- a war of misconceptions. Some believe that leprechauns are a miniscule threat.
Sometimes family hurt you, Sometimes they be your downfall. Sometimes family take away all the options you have, Sometimes they don't believe in you. They hurt you in way you wouldn't expect,
War is hell. People die, gasping for breath, Struggling to survive, The things they carried on their backs weigh them down like chains, Drowning them. They drown in regret, They drown in sorrow,
Peter, I've found a lost boy Here he is with his toy Now approach him slowly or he'll confess he loves you dearly he's quite the mess   Peter, I've found a lost boy
In 2016 I learned how to walk with death. We lost so many influential people that taught the world a variety of lessons.
I've got a pair of shoes. They are new, fresh, clean.   Here comes the race; I want to win nervous   We start to race and my heart beats beats and beats
I took a walk today. the day was beautiful and it was exilerating through the forest full of  overgrown trees  sunlight shining between them i see the light the aesthetic the preciousness of life
Last year was no different then the year before it or the one before that  or the one before that , because lets all me honest right now , every year kinds sucks.  It doesnt matter whos in charge 
I awoke to find my passion was driven away. The reassurance that I was supposed to be here, had left its sudden stay. An engineer I am to be or so I thought - The cool shadow of ambiguity miserly besets.  
They say a year can change a person, Let’s try to envision, A pretty princess in her bed, Crying over decisions, Wishin’ a prince would save her in time, From the fiery dragon,
As I sit by I recall the dark All the tears that I could not shed   In the desert park No life around No signs at all   I've stayed strong For so long I love my growth
Little boy was going to grow up to be a man Many problems he did not understand Open minded and afraid
She
As often as you've heard her story it never gets old because she is not a broken record but she has broken records for every tear she fights when she has to accept torment in the form of dreams at night
LIFE pushes you in new places not askin you but forcin you to partake left my friends- the heartache nontheless you move on   glided into junior year studied hard with my peers
Born To Be Dirty...  
They say they love you, but they just want one thing. Thinking about the past and how many mistakes you made. Sometimes you feel ashamed cause you don't like the choices you made.
They tell you to never give up, So you keep dreaming. Sometimes you wonder if you would ever make it. Everybody don't support you, so you think it'll never happen.
Black woman aiming for survival, Struggle is her title she's born a free slave. She's still pinned down with lots of hurt and pain, Little girl scared to grow up, scared of future rivals.
August Forster Written: 8/12/16   Our World and Our Future   The world is na beautiful but evil place. There are things that can’t be explained, thoughts  
Higher. Higher. Higher. Reaching Striving Being Free But What is free?   I don't see, Can't see, Can't breath
Why should God love me?   I robbed the wealthy poor And gave to the empty rich I idol'd the things He gave And threw His love in a ditch   I took the life of another
Amidst the glamorous clamour of Reality star presidents and the sudden resurgence of artists Under the macerating context of tragedy
I don’t understand. There was a flame within her that danced endlessly creating a ferocious aura of sunshine. From different perspectives they would be drawn into this feeling of joy and light.
Everybody who has trouble in their lives try to search for their own answers Somethings they might have to ask the people around them for advice or comfort  
About this time last year, I thought I knew what stress was, as I walked through the iron gates of a gold and purple castle, waiting for Nostradamus to tell me my fate, taking classes that I thought I would hate.
He loved and lost Always told his life They understood They'd been through it twice A darkness he couldn't flee Love was supposed to be stronger It was, at the other side She wanted her baby back
The flower that blooms in adversity, 
These last few days have been beautifully uneventful My GPA is climbing steadily No one’s nappy headed son tried to play me And the freshman 15 is coming in nicely
 I had right to liberty, speech and live but I just had to die I have eyes, mouth, and beauty but why take me alive? Conflict, great conflic. Oh my soul, oh oh my soul take no peace from liberty and pay no attention to my beauty
Her eyes rolling in her skullFrom the boredom of it all Focused on a multitude of things   except for the meansNo attention of the lights A broken mirror,No ten-pence,  It's a criminal scene  
Her eyes rolling in her skullFrom the boredom of it all Focused on a multitude of things   except for the meansNo attention of the lights A broken mirror,No ten-pence,  It's a criminal scene  
Well, your arms are strong as tides, But you sway her like the wind You breathe me in like ocean currents,
I'm a poet My words examines the sores of the nation. Answer me! Why do you plunder the earth? Spilling crimson juice on the sand i tread in the name of your beliefs? We have the rain and the rainbow
DEAR SILENT CHAIR I always imagine how perfect you were created, For life and for rest, you were made for many. You carried no harm but yet, you’re treated without respect
I would fix your smile, it never seems rightMaybe it's because it's not shiny or whiteOr maybe that it isn't there
All this education,  and we were never taught to love ourselves. Our knowledge was, instead, forced to be something else.  Created in classrooms, within white walls.
I almost lost my best friend once.  She was so beautifully torn at the image of herself, Always regretting and misconducting her luck.    I almost lost my best friend again. 
In the wonders of my mind I've been lost for many years,  Without a doubt or a fear  I am completely me  
   
The great pain, the unbearable doubt, and rejection you feel once you lost it all. When all hope seems to be long gone, I  look up to the sky and ask to my self the unquestionable.  
The great pain, the unbearable doubt, and rejection you feel once you lost it all. When all hope seems to be long gone, I  look up to the sky and ask to my self the unquestionable.  
My color doesn’t determine my lifeI like smiling and tears hurt my prideMy color doesn’t determine my lifeSo what I don’t know my fatherSo what all my brothers are in trouble with the law
I expose my soul To the world To the people To my friends To my enemies.   I tell what I feel To whom I feel for. I speak my mind. I share a hug every time
Sometimes I wish to talk to the version of me in the past The weak woman without purpose I had been A little candlelight burning at the command of others
People want to get to know me And that's okay, see I like making new buds, but Hold up! People want to know more about me than I tell And it annoys the hell out of me Because I tell a lot
mind was foggy, unclear, filled, unrelentess looked around, saw and did not see realized what was feeling did not know but felt empty   Looked around, looked within found GOD found me
Table tops covered as mist beyond the hills Weeds grown wildy within the fields As time rotates so does the world Clouds fill up sounding as hurt Ink stick delivered by paw Light dark about to sore
I have this cold feeling, as if I'm frozen from head to toeAll I feel is iceI want to cryBecause I believe this dark cold soul finally hit meI just haven't felt this way a long time
Am I exactly the same as who I was a year agowhen I didn't even know who I was or where I'll go?A kid from the 'hood, all I had was mind,a home to live from and a voice to speak my rhyme.
It is 2:36 a.m in the morning Fogs and floods outside my window House as quiet as my mind when my corpse lay to rest  And all I can think of is love.
Colorless Dream   I am having a dream, a transparent dream. In the dream I see time flying by in an hourglass. A ray of sunlight reflects on the wall of mosaic tiles in my room,
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Blaine, insignificant, and boring; I do the same things over and over. Collect: Information, ideas, music, stress, and doubt in my head.
The Imposter Like a boat swaying in the sea storm,Neither sinking nor reaching the shore. These are dangerous days;Days filled with luciferic and monstrous dirge of manifestos.
Why we fail to act: We are too intelligent and poor as well; these has made us passive.   They give us what to talk about so we may forget to revolt. The make us poorer...
She said, stressing the good bones of the frame, Steering me adeptly past the broken plaster, The stove’s pilot light that wouldn’t keep a flame.   I liked the place, though feared it just the same.
Home. Home is where we are a whole. Home is where we, as a family, share memories. Not share needles or pipes. Not have to smell the scent of cheap beer.
Roses are red violets are blue  i love you you seem so happy when I see you cause you're just as beautiful  when you're you. 
Greet the Day When the day is roughand the night is near,and its cooling caressClears away my weariness and Soothes my blistered body with Its kindness. When the Nightmares come out to playTo fool my mindTo trick my heartTo take my fears and ampli
Christmas time brings upon cheer But this is the time Sham went to jail Sham as in mom The first woman my Gay ass ever loved Caretaker The woman who Birthed me out her canal
I love my family, don't get me wrong But I'm sure there are other feelings That makes my smile go bong! Don't get me started on sparkly rings. I love snowflakes and puppies and love,
Shift through the times Let us rewind  find the love in our hearts and the peace in our minds Continue with the grind Find faith in yourself take it from the top shelf and be like the Elf
Sometimes, the real world is cruel... We have our good days; We have our bad days. Sometimes, those bad days inflict scars upon us and we lose a piece of ourselves. When that happens, we need something to relieve ourselves of this bipolar reality.
up, Up, UP! Say “hello”, “Goodmoring” Get Dressed, GO! Day-in, Day-out Quickly, forward go, Go, GO! Pass it. Bye.   A light in the distance A Spark in the Sky
Do not try to defy creation See the works through a looking glass. Within our reach is a fading horizon, Where flames burn brightly inside of us. We are hallucinating. Our reality is defied.
Today is the day, the day to rise. Rise above all that has been lost, all that has been done. I have been told that hope is lost. I believed that all hope was lost in this imperceptible darkness
I marvel how beauty can’t be changed How can life’s beauty not be rearrange How can one be so vain But humans judging can’t be restrained  
To live in a place where 100 is the same as 37,932,328 Regrets never exist when anything can happen
WHITE. Spots of blue flash in, then out. Red slashes through in an erratic sequence. Flashing, Flashing, Flashing. White. Deep blue creeps up the corners and edges,
I'd rather be spending the summer days Picking thorns out of my feet From trying to find out all the different ways My imaginary adversary could be beat Than wasting my time trying to be
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when in my hearti ache & the lakesand rivers could be filledwith my deep sorrow,all it takes to clearthe gray skies & clear mystormy mindcan be a song, a dance
"Hands"  by: Bethany Elder I walk through the halls all the faces a blrr But I never hear the stomachs grrr.
When life throws you lemons but you can't make lemonade.You can't look back nore go through the pathway . You have to figure it out you just have to.
After a long day filled with sorrow My body aches while I wish to sleep until tomorrow And I search for anything to lift me from this low   Thunder and lightning threaten to strike
Just us three the pencil, the paper and myself. Lifting the pencil, leaving led thoughts visible to the eye. Writing making the thoughts more clear, clearing up the mind from all the stress one holds.
I love the fresh, pine smell and your wood scented cover, my friend, my companion. Oh how I relish your stories behind all my wildest dreams to the saddest memories. I venerate how your pages turn
why because when you look at me you see potential   why because when you look at me I feel I can  do better   why because when you look at me you see me  
Time is unstopable! For it is gone tomorrow. What we need to seek is the future for it is all we have. The Past is gone, only to reside in our memories. That of what we choose to keep.
Time is unstopable! For it is gone tomorrow. What we need to seek is the future for it is all we have. The Past is gone, only to reside in our memories. That of what we choose to keep.
Where are you now? You promised to always be by my side. You promised to never leave You said this day will never come But yet, you had to leave Why? Why are you gone? What did I do wrong?
  The sky is red This morning, Like strawberry   Colored razor burns. There was A two headed boy,   With eyes like burnt Holes in a blanket. Lost between  
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Pretend as if you are in the jungle or sea escaping from some of which you don't wish to see it could be a courageous lion, or a scary shark   Let your mind run wild
Cold An Icy Mold Which Encapsulated My Tired Soul Surprise, Burning Eyes Light Shivers Rock My Skin My Heart Takes Flight
I have found myself subject to the beneficial liar. What is a beneficial liar? A liar that tells their lies to benefit themselves only.
Colorful,beautiful full of life Brilliant,cozy,soft Full of color,diffrent Spirals of bright rich life Fiery hells,flamboyant screams Painful solitaire Then endless blank nights
Hey look at the young lady who just step out the Mercedes notice the way she presented her self so she can let people see her face and detour the eyes from another place where cuts lie but she can't hide it form me because I look for the b
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How did we get to ten? Let's take a lokk and remember when.  From a scale of one to ten, bad being a ten. Can you guess now, or should I still pretend? Skin portrays itself on her to be soft as ever,
you're killing my people you're killing my people why? because you think we aren't equal. slaughtering masses with head held high not giving a damn as they scream and cry.
Lost African Yesterday I was an African Today I am lost In the womb Of an ungeographical forest How awful,how awful, how awful    My roots are dispersed Oh Mother!!
You know more than me, That art of oppression. Your attitude oppresses me, your love oppressed me, your touch suffocated me.
Walking thourgh life unfazed Watching as everyday stays the same When will the walls deflate Will oblivion always be drained   Love, to leave the soul in destitution A body filled with nothingness
He said "I've seen her do better." You've seen me do better? Tell me what have you honestly seen All you know is my rap and dress! You don't know whether my feelings are compressed Or if I'm depressed
Poetry is the air that brings me life A newly made poem is the light of the day Creating a poem takes away my strife Through poetry, power is in every word I say Words said in poetry bloom like the flowers of May
Parent or provider? Do you wake up to a happy home? Do you enjoy "family time" Do you even get famly ime? Misunderstood? yelled at?
Standing in line, Waiting to buy a cup of Love, A bull, an elephant and a rhino collide, Brah,brah,brah! Within stomach’s wall.
You know, I never really thought How we would be without creativity, blandness as Far as the eye can see A visual and mental drought   There would be no color No music, no art,
You are the black hole of my being— your cold, gnarled fingers squeeze and twist and yank at me from the inside, desperate to come out and shade me with your wretchedness. You are enigmatic; I have never
Beep, Beep, Beep Waking from another Sleep Pitter-Patter, Teeth-Chatter as I scramble out of the bed By a secret whisperer I am led I am not disillusioned by no means As I rise from my future dreams
I see a little girl I used to be She knows how to smile She knows that she’s worth everything She doesn’t care about what others might think
I can't breathe, I can't talk, my legs are stuck as I try to walk. My face is white, everything is a blur, I can't forget what just occured. I try to blink, I try to think,
I take your insults and I swallow my tears I will not show weakness in front of you I refuse to show that you affect the way I feel about myself   But image is everything
Your Lungs filled with cement, your feet like bricks. Your ears, open doors to shameless words of hurt. Eyes always watching but never friendly. Tearing you piece by piece,
today you've stopped looking through me  finally deciding to see me  we'll journey through the cycle  meet. converse. become friends. best friends.
From the darker dawns of my life to the burning skies of the day my heart stays with you. I blink six submissive time but the picture stays the same in my eyes and my mind is full of blank intuition, but my love has stayed the same with you.
when you like somebody  
No hands, yet I can feel your touch. Sparking my own creativity and imagination.Like a hot balloon lifting me up and up toward the endless night sky. How can words inspire such beauty during times of painful darkness?Yet with no voice, I can still
Meaning to Time Why do I write? …. It’s putting meaning to time Revealing the struggles and the rebuttal’s that we feel in our lives and sometimes….
I am fireadmired for my beauty and strengthbut bound to my area of birth  until I am blown away from your presence  smelling of smoke and death.
Oh yes georganne I know that feeling too well That terrible treacherous feeling to live in hell.
Oh yes georganne I know that feeling too well That terrible treacherous feeling to live in hell.
Ability to live is not my own I  do it for my people The ancesors who were not treated as equal My skin should not be disguise It should be realized,recognize and italicized  Bold black beauty of the world
I saw it first in school, What everyone else failed to see as a tool. "The Dash Poem" was greeted with ash, But it certainly hit me with a flash.
the true me, the true me is lonely, like a woman returing to a home that is abandoned the true me is gentle, like a butterfly that kisses your nose. the true me is sweet, like chocolate in a smores, 
There lives a man inside my chest I can sense him. Eyes protruding from the tips of my sternum See all, feel all, touch, taste, time.
Mama started goin’ gray some years ago. Her body’s breakin’, or so she tells me All damn night and all damn day as she cries. I’ve got to agree; she never used to Cry her eyes and ears off all the damn time.
You tell me you know the definition of sin. Your eyes water red with blood that is not yours to spill; the tears, having overcome the chasm of your flesh, leak onto Leviticus before you and seep
Secret whispers inside my head should you spill or should you stay  vivid words and intimidating thoughts secrets we hold and secrets we tell Should we put out what was put in?
Blurry lines and crooked faces all crowd around, hushed by the inevitable doom, I breathe, I exist and yet all the same I am not like them, I see the awful glory of the lights thrown against the cave walls, and I digress...
                                She is a brick house standing so strong                           Her thoughts are the chairs where her mind will sit                              She is attacked by the ugly creature with hate
Maybe it was my realization that placement of words and spaces could literally shake a nation, Wake a generation, stir a congregation, or transform no way into more ways.   
Like Charles Dickens i have great expectations for you. you are like a novel i seek to dwell into and become lost in a never ending fantasy a great-gasp-be-comes the only expression of gratitude like Fitzgerald when i see you.
The black community is so hypocritical they complain when a black kid gets shot ,abused or hurt by another race but when it happens in our community  when black kids kill kids none them murders got caught so why to be outrage when only a
You want a perfect poem. With a beginning, middle, and end.A perfect little thing that makes you feel fantastic with a good ending.Of nature, that makes you see the light of things that can't be seen.That is not this poem. Beginning.
You, Me, and Poetry.        We three different entities,              One Metaphorical, one in the past, and one right here and right now.                                             Time
The same time, The same day, a yellow spiral journal. I was in the 4th grade; We had to write something anything for a grade. I put pencil to paper and I wrote and I wrote.
What mystery pervades a well! –– Emily’s supposition. And I, like the others, Could only but raptly listen.  
What an interesting time to live in Where what’s right is deemed wrong Where freedom of decision is now disregarded and we are subjugated into having a forced position
The thing about pain, Is it will not last forever, And it is painful for now, But gets better with time, The thing about scars,
You think you can’t be hurt, but we all know that's a lie. When you were born you shed the tear of life. When you were little you couldn't help but feel afraid for the world was so big.
You used to always cry at school. The only thing wrong with that? You used to cry about him being my boyfriend.
Stop acting like he abused you. You're the one who calls him worthless every single day. Quit acting like you're all he has. We all know his friends and family love him very much.
Drown myself in music, blasting it loud 
Young love, hand holding, and silly notes,I'd been struck by the baby that floats.It was natural. I knew nothing at all.
Shel A. Silverstein Simply for fun –drivel yet there was a flow, a feeling Words just popped out, yet each with meaning   Primary school: applied to excite the mundane the uncomfortable topics:
They said this year would be hard I never realized how hard. It took one year. One year and my math grade dropped, One year and my chemistry grade suffered, One year and I went from excellent to mediocre.
Her wrists tell a story of a damsel in distress. A princess with her head held high and tears in her dress.   All the frogs she’s kissed
The thoughts put in words and the words giving thought, A cycle of emotion, As put by Frost.   The emotions run sweet, Through my body like cream; An unreal sensation
Dear Dad,   I am not emotionally charged right now, so I figure it would be a good time to start this.
To crave action and to think of stars To cry diction and to sing of words To silently speak the happenings Of Carl's good and dead grandmama   To eat passion and to write of moons
Valley of death lies in heart Rivers without life everywhere claims urbanity Tired clouds, touchless, swim in the far A sky-touched way meets another Beds of peahens sound shocked written slogan!  
fearful of my eyes, my mind, my lips spitting out someone else's secrets at any given second i could explode and everything within me the restrictions of tongue.
I didn't ask for this misfortune, Wont let them see me cry, But somebody as sensitive, As me would question why.   Why am I so fretful? Why dont they abide? To the set of regulations,
I came late to the love of verse Simply holding an indifference At least at first   The dwindling southern summer  Burned hot into senior year I called on many vices to overcome her  
They peer through triangular windows 
Heart Aching  Yearning    Hoping       Beatiful           Kind             Considerate                Wonderful
Imagination. The picture. Everything we see. Is it just pictures. Imagination.   Imagination. Our minds. All work different. None like the other. Imagination.
When I think of my father, the first memory that flings itself to the forefront of my mind is him reading to me as a child. Bedtime birthed a world
Why is it That we must pay For others mistakes? Why does this world hurt us, Make us distrustful? What happened to the days When a person could walk down the street,
I am sorryFor the pain that I have caused you,For the mistakes that I have made To break our brotherhood.  I regretEverything that I have allowed,That I did not speak out And save your innocense.  
It's not just words scribbled on paper It's more of a feeling from the inside... Boiling so far down inside you waiting to come out Cause for so long you tried to hide behind these fine lines...
Part of me still floats in the Atlantic Part of you still hopes I drown
You insatiable Unquenchable Cold Harlem in the rain Earthquake, the second and third shock waves, shock wave
As a young man getting ready to enter the world. And the crowd cheered as the light made my eyes a little blurred. Hard seeing those that actually cared and hard to see those who in my life were never there.  
This bird gets tired of its weary ways, All the troubles of the foolish world. It wouldn't store up any more long days For a stash of silver or for gold.   Stacking all its firewood in a pile
furious as I am, I searched for hope within my ravaging soul   believing that inside me, a speck still believes in life   thinking that beneath all these pain, my logic survives,  
she tore my soul, shattered my reasoning, severed and in despair i grabbed myself, bid my family good bye and journeyed to pursue – her the woman who ruined me.
Born in this Generation  Born in the wrong Generation When love is just a word  When relationships mean nothing more than just passing time 
You took my heart without me You do not love you just play You're blind to the pain you cause me I will get my heart back maybe You act like you hate me You care but you hide it
Her makeup And her makeupless physique Her kinks and coils Her curves so unique Her twists and Bantus so relentlessly Warming Her bosom warms the village Her heart beats for the ones she loves
These isms plague the earth and make me wish they were gone Darkness seeps through their pores and blots out the light of the sun   Race-ism hitting the psyche of humans deep
Who would've thought that I'd be where i am today, remember back when certain people couldn't even look me in my face, now when they see me they smile, i turn like I'm running away,
I ponder and I pace, Like a dog pursuing a bone. How much time I would save, If I only had a phone.     Tossing and turning, Overanalyzing in my head. How grateful I would be,
Bang! The gun blew, I stand there beseeched as my love falls to the ground, lifeless and empty. I run farther than I've ever gone going through the endless hall as if there was end that can be achieved.
"Love is disastrous.", daddy said. Though he is the one destroying it "Love is abusive.", daddy said. Though he is the one who's hurting
Every single night she would say "What story did I just read to you". Id recite til she said "okay". Me? id only say "to-da-loo"   Stars migrated far from home till I could call her believes my own.
Amy amy amy, my Treasured Lioness As I hold your symphonic voice in my arms I realize that you had just self expressed yourself to death now nothing’s left.
In the desert all alone  I see not one soul  Walking through the sand  This might drive me mad. But At least I have my kindle  For without it my life will dwindle  It is my life and soul
Safe Zone, Safe Zone shattered into pieces. Running towards something, anything to believe in. Hope slowly decaing, leaving me bare with darkeness. Help, I need someone
As Apollo's fingertips descend to touch Gaea's body, I visualize you. Bruja; Witch. My sister, my friend, my pet.   At night, her soft caramel fur would rub against my
through the day i'll sing and play and at night i look up to the sky lights, little things here and there, but nothing with out you i can faire.
The water that cools my heart, The fire that burns in me,  Oh why can I not see For thou my life is marked?   For though in the rhythms of life The schisms will cause strife, 
  We, as a WHOLE, are missing acceptance And that is all we need beacuse I am pained when saying this, but I cannot lie
          this poem is called; the angel that was unaware   She couldn’t say what she felt, or even ask for any help.  
I can't see through the shadows of the night. I can't recognize myself. I presume I look different. Life without happiness can change you.
Informed; I pack my deserted island duffle bag Like Icarus and Sisyphus I set my feet to sand Action cannot exist as past, and my time is at hand Whether fall, fail or crumble I have nothing but my will
The books the halls and the classes exams, study sessisons and empty bottles say its for the degree but its to create and pratice the idea of me
It's really quite simple:   I can do without people,  Relationships become a bore.  I'd tolerate a world without sports,  Cause then no one's keeping score.  And I can sacrifice my phone--  IF need be.  Yet,  Upon contemplating things though to be
Face Canvas    Bronze liquid pressed against her face  Neutral rosy lids Glowing cheek bones Her face was a canvas Somedays, it was clean and cut  Somedays, it was messy and faded
My love for Football is so great,Practicing for my next game 'til the dusk of day.The night starts and the game's away,tackle, sprint  'til the end of the night.    
She is the war, the carnage in my head, who speaks with bullets of lead and erects barbed wire fences. I am the rain, who settles down her rage and drowns out the fight
I’m lost. In an undersea white abyss of forever. It’s cold, because the thought of you swims away with the warm sensation of us. I follow the hollow echo of your voice trying to reach me,
The Romans would have carved into their gravestones: non fui, fui, non sum, non curo-- “I was not, I was, I am not, I don’t care.”
I don't say much except  Thanks for the juice I don't need much except Thanks for the juice Proof is written in the stars Thanks for the juice The drive to survive and what's fuel inside
Our beliefs are the bindings of a book they are what holds us together. When the world looks dark our beliefs are that great Ark. The one that Moses built it is what connects the blade to the hilt.
The day is long, its prospects dreary, and in this state I’m weak and weary. I have no drive and no desire; I need something that will inspire. Of movement and of thoughts I’m leery, yet to my mind there comes a query:
the weight of the world has arrived,landing right on my shoulders.a blazing comet has hit me in the chest,electrifying my heart and mind.i've taken kindly to this cometthat burns softly through my broken heart.
head heavy with the weight of an ocean,thoughts gasp for air over the crests of waves.once was a stone lodged in my heartpolished by the waters of my mind,heated by the flames of frustration and
If you were to come alongand see the beautythrough my gentle eyes,without having to rip the skinfrom my flesh to search inside.
Is it the stars the moon The sun that shines so bright or
hundreds of souls gather round the Flame their faces away to hide shade from shame yet one soul searches desperately in hope, to find one soul's heart not in evil soaked.  
I have dreams of you, they are very vivid, I remember every detail, all the way down to the credits, rolling starring you and I forever and ever and when I wake up, every time there's not a dry eye.
Refuse losing the one you love for the lust of another. The struggle of fighting for the one who holds your heart because the one who destroyed it spoke sweet nothings to you in your most vulnerable moments.
God's love runs deeper than the darkest of seas, It swallows up the world and takes in everything, Without Him I am an empty unfulfilled vessel, He completes me and without Him I am nothing  
  I head out to battle today. I may not come back.           The Enemy is strong.           The Enemy is deceptive.  I may never see home.    But remember who fights for me. He who saved.
Celebrities always talking about how the government spending money on wars but they to busy spending money on whores. So concerned about our youth dying but don't see no videos of how to keep them inspired.
To me your just another punk in  the street, struggling to defeat the heat laying at your waist side. Try to hide behind the blindside of the false truths but rebuked by the harsh truth of death knocking at your door step.
Time gets shorter every year Can you feel the overwhelming fear Of not knowing when you’ll get there Memories
Parting, as they say, is such sweet sorrow but what makes that sorrow sweet to one full of longing? Love might do. The feeling of being wanted needed being whole
Today is the day, even with all my endurance and fortitude, I walk apprehensively towards you. With my sphere and shield ready to face my phobias and my faith,
Too many times in today's society do I hear judgment being passed around like a baseball. Being thrown back and forth between souls who know nothing about one another.
My absentee grandfather, through his mistakes, taught me only to depend on that which cannot be taken away...   A birthday card marked "Zak". At Christmas when I was nine. I only have two memories.  
I am  A dirty mirror  Observe the accumulated stain  I have gathered the dust of  ages  Am covered in grime that sticks with relentless stubbornness  Discolored and dyed into an unapproachable hue  What is behind this layer of disguise?  For I am
We can start over. Every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every year. We can start over. We get second chances 24/7. We can start over. We become what we want to be.
Blonde hair and blue eyes. I reach for her but she recedes. I look and there are tears as she cries. I wish I could be freed.
It all started with thirteen little colonies And a group of men who were known commonly   As the Founding Fathers of this great nation. Franklin and Hamilton, Madison and Jefferson,  
It took a long time to even write this cause the feeling insideI tried to fight it. I was insecure cause I knew you would never like what I would try to say you would never hear it,our relationship was beyond disgracedso i inscribe on the 8 by 11
To say I need a person  is something I do not like to do. To say I need anything is hard for me to do.   People come and go more times than I can count. Despite pushing you away,
The greatest lie it all never sense I wondered about your absence Now I condemned to hell, eternal damnation   I was fooled by bias and unjust interpretation
I can feel my neurosis starting to shift in my body- Like a slow motion wave of panic. The dread of conflicting rhythms in my organs, Of the mind uncaged Of electrical misfires-
a melody of the song floats threw your mindand whispers honey in your ears,warmth ascends through your heart,skin erect with the sound of music.
In the most extreme and dire conditions- Whether it be marooned on the shores of a deserted island, or standing along the fault of mother nature’s disastrous earthquake crumbling,
Run Run Run as fast as you can.
My heart gives me life, it is the core of my body, the essence of me, and all that makes me. Without my heart I would not be me, but an imposter, nothing but a machine.
she may be quick to react,but there is something that she lacks,although its something that I misinterpret,she always wins the next day,like somehow she has a force,inside of her soul,why am I decieved,hence a psyche,it tends to spike,all night an
I'm all you'll ever need If you cry I'll let you scream If you thirst I'll leave you be   I don't do anything But I'll always let you dream For some this is hard to see  
I look around me and all that I see is the void of loneliness, I have been devoured once more.
Three clutch, money swishing, scoring, elevating points, confidence,errors, defeat missing, trailing, losing blunder, slip zero  
It baffles me daily: how we insist That we sustain on food, water, and air. Birds have as much; yet from us they desist. Money's our answer, if there's plenty spared.
Wishing Waiting Wanting Hoping Time is wasting Barely coping   My days are ending My thoughts are humming Look ahead The Light is coming  
I'm the last person you want to see.  But all else is empty. Barren. Desolate.  These words are just synonyms for the holes, the tears  In our continuum, in our lives. 
So if i'm stranded on a deserted island I'd take her . Her name is Alyssa Christine Woody. 
How could I live without my hand warmer? How could I live without my pillow? How could I live without my masseuse? How could I live without my taxi? How could I live without my spell check?
  The trance gesture to the forestI only look into my night sky mirror. Once had you mystified in the white snow.And there's no more than a witchwho envies people for their love.
my chest aches from loneliness, from the lack of her being,from the absence of her lifting presence.the presence that rings out my heart, drips the pain away, and drys with the sunshine from her eyes,
Movement is more comfortable than stillness. When I dance,  I am full I am home I am okay.   Life moves forward and so must we.   Dance with me on the way.   All I need
Two eggs, one body. Hold a bond. A bond - so unbreakable, stronger than steel and beyond.   The bond of two twins is like one beating heart, Ventricle needs atria to both do its part.   
Some say love's like fireworks Others say love is blind But I say love comes softly And it's all knowing in its kind
the bow turns a cheek as the stern takes a seat,his mind slips away as his heart begins to sink.he is the Capitan of a sinking ship.all alone in the dark sea,crew has fled, hope is dead.
Note: Sμ¡c1d£ For as long as I can remember My mind was my only source of  reasoning I could always use my brain to better a situation My brain never let me down and I honestly believed it never would
Music is always on your mind In every cell in your body You need it to survive Whithout it we are nothing It is used for every occasion With its beat our souls bind It moves through us all
So to say I have been told that I am not Im sure of it.  Since the incubator, I no longer can breathe with water upon my optical nerve I have been told a tale. A scripture. A long lived falsehood.
When asked the question "What does she like?' I can remember pretty well All the things you loved The things you hate More than most can tell   You couldn't wait until 6teen
Calm I must remain Calm;   Sane must remain sane   The moment you slip everyone will realize You are absolutely Mad! But Aren't all the best people?
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      This spider veins crawl up my arms Lining the pale skin with blue My body tinged a sickly yellow My expiration overdue The cage around my ribs is cracked
The snake coils around my Heart Squeezing ‘til it pops like a Balloon Falling from the Sky I watch with Bright Brown Eyes.
Apart from feeling like their is an ocean inside of me, Apart from feeling  like I need Space to exhale I am grand my love, Apart from feeling like the safest place i grew up in,has been destroyed by war tactics,
The one thing I could not live without, is not what most think about. It cannot be seen, but is very serene. It is the feeling of someone caring.   When one is there to comfort my fears,
A island. I need nothing but my past. I have no more expectations for the future. I want nothing in the moment.
Think before you speak, We've all heard it before. The wonderful advice we often ignore. Unaware that words are as sharp as swords, Cutting into our flesh, the demons we bore. I stand at their mercy,
Disconnected from society as the beams heat the world, the gates are open to the earth above let the spirit of my late dearest  liberate from tranquility  and accompany me through the unknown of my solitude
Him
Happy, I hear his laugh through his sideways smile Surrounded, I feel his warm embrace Fulfulled, I see the sun setting in his caramel eyes. In every rain drop on a tumultuous day
For the moon never sets without gleaming a brilliance Of half hearted reasons for me to walk safely at night. For in the darkness, just over there I feel the glares
The taste of despair slowly passing through my lips as I swallowed. Into the dark alley people joke and smoke blowing air onto my shoulders. Where are you from you don't belong here written a long the walls.
The portal from which the tears I hold inside,  Release themselves in another form. In a form that blimishes my blue lined canvas with the stain of my emotions, Deep secrets that my lips cease to speak,
Mrs Madame so sweet If heaven is what you want to meet  
"I can fix it!My lifeMy FriendsMy scarsI can fix themIt didn't have to end like thisI could've gone out with a bangInstead of a splash
It's amazing, I've waitedForeverFor a moment like thisTo find anotherTo love meThe way you doBut before I answer your questionAnswer one for me
Before you act as though you knowBe sure to read ever so carefullyFor my life is the ultimate puzzleFilled with billions of mysteries
Ain’t scared, just respectful! Had her conduct been more friendly towards me, I would have felt sorry for her. She’s crazy—she won’t fight you anymore.
Although I've never been a fan of foreign touch, seas of person pull me under with a swaying current. Escape your head,crawl out of your mind,temporal lobe knows what's best right now.  Outside Los Angeles is itching to start her nightly routine o
Tears that awakened him at night already evaporated. Filled with words that aggressively stroked his nerves. We cant forgive how lonely he gets. We cant forgive his thoughts of destruction he starts to mimic.
What is more precious than silver, rubies? That holds more power in an empty soul than a river of gold   Leaverage of coverage a sort of security Why must we forget, when things go amiss
My God, your steadfast love brings tears—Your plan perfection never wrong.Oh, show me how you lead my years,How broken lives express your worth.
A world divided by race, A people shackled by hate, For if there is bigotry, Then there is no liberty. Although we are different, We are all significant. Do not fear difference,
I may not have anyone around, but soon I will, I know it.   I'll be found soon, they noticed my absense.   If I perish here today, I'll go out like Gatsby. love, supported, and lost. 
The fight to be successful  I wonder offend how long and how much is my fight worth The fight for a long lasting career The fight to compete to be acknowledged for my accomplishments 
Me
Its may be the most complex thing in the world, but its one I'll never think about losing or I'm just drop oit dead. I look at myself when I need something. I dont need someone else or something else. I've always been there for myself.
Oh my sweet love and drug, if I am without u I will surely die! Our relationship is a give and take. U give and I take.
I trace the path of the titanic on your back But I hit an iceberg four days in. I sink for two drawn-out hours. As the night comes to an end I cling to you as tight as possible. But you break me and I snap.
On this island that is in my head I want to see you there with me. At this point I'm a shipwreck And you're the lonesome island. Lines of shipwrecks lie behind me all thinking they found what they'd been searching for.But the treasure maps lied.I
Today, dear Padme, my only desire,   When I close my eyes, I can see the fire that burned anew every time I saw you  
The water to drink, to quench my thirst,  Is only as good as long the river flows The food to eat, to nourish my body,  Is only as good as the time it knows.   The roof to cover, to shelter my head,
All I need is speed The adreniline in me not drugs, miles per hour
I can be calm or fierce, as soft as a feather or as sharp as thorns, midnight black or white as snow, weak as grass or strong as oak,
The sea smiles at the moon tonight And the stars shine It's all so perfect..... The dream I dreamt about I knew it'd be worth it Seven years stuck in a hospital To be washed to be fed
 As tall as the clouds to you, yet are small as a pencil to the world.  Smooth to the thought, yet rough to the touch. As Strong as a mountain to man, yet as weak as flower to nature. Shelters, yet destories.
Hyphnos no longer holds me in his embrace His son, morph the sandman dream into nightmares I wake startled, am not home A country ruled by the Ares of a government
one hundred percent of people who breathe oxygen die. one hundred percent of people who do not breathe oxygen are dead. you are oxygen. every moment i breathe you is a moment closer to death.
Part: I Poem # 3   "Ahh Those Snobs" By: The Anonymous Poet   In this town, the freeway cut through the heart Bringing those Snobs along who think they're all ooh-la-la
I born life and saved the earth, It was really out of my control but I didn't have the  energy to stop the creation. I born life and saved the earth, to show you that you were not lost
Fortune is my girlfriend Here today then gone again When it's my turn She is no where to be found Ha ha ha she is laughing at my face  When, I think that I got her She actually runs my life I've to be careful with my prize Hold on tight It could b
I can't live without I know, no doubt Music is like breathing The beats are like sleeping Music, Not basic Classic So sick It's ballistic Music is like being alive It's a skydive
My creature is a she, beautiful, slim, and kind hearted. She is black but fair in complexion She is of average height and always willing to work towards perfection.
Music is the love of my life          I listen to music all the time                   During dinner,                   When I'm driving, and                   When I study. Music is my best friend
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How can I describe her? She walks in beauty. Her very footsteps cause blossoms to bloom. Her hair is a reflection of the sun's golden rays, and is as the finest oriental silk. Her face is utter proof that man was made in His image.
The root to all evil, The purpose of life. We can't live without it, No matter how much we try.   But why? Why conflict? Is the idea of perfection too overwhelming? Without conflict, 
I just need an A. Shakespeare, I love you, but soft -- What are you saying    
The most distinguishable coat, The Coat of Many Colors The brothers of Joseph knew it And of course it was admired. Perhaps they enjoyed it too much.
Welcome to the quiz. There will be three items, each a different type of question.   Scores will be determined by honesty and creativity.   Respond to the best of your ability.  
They asked what's gotten into you? You must admit & forgive the mind poverty hoolahoops a limbo even loops you've put yourself through.
Are you something I need? Or something I want?  Because of my greed of something to flaunt?  Begging the question each waking day Do I need you that much, since you're miles away?
Bullying. As if people did not have enough to stress about. Self image is now more important than education. Does one knoe how it feels to be called names?   Bitch, whore Slut, Ugly
All I need is my soccer ball It's the best sport in the world and you don't have to be tall when I shoot the ball I can make it curl Just look at Lionel Messi and his skills He's FiveFoot-Seven
I am split, what once was one, now is two, I told it to shew, but it just grew, what should I do? It's consuming me, like a frog to a bee. Why do I feel like a tree, stiff and old? I cant stop thiss feeling of being cold.
Fell down in a land of endless fantasies. Didn't wish for them to be threatening all of me.
It's 5am, I'm lost She's on my mind and my breath I turn around to her next to me I sigh Not out of exhaustion or desperation 
Him
destroy me love me with cold hands twisting my heart and tearing my trust hiding underneith  your viel foolish me appearing like a cog in the machine
The weather is like humans  When we are at our happiest  It represents sunshine When we are sad  It represents the gray skies  When we are mad  It represents thunder When we are at our angriest 
Before the sun rises, my mind is alive, and trying to break me from the silence my thoughts have devised.   "Is it really worth it? am I a worthless person?"
The person I seem to be It's just not me The things I do just to fit in I can't do this to me I have to let the Hidden me  Out for everyone to see
I am a Wordsmith. I live in an era of camouflage won by men who are dangerously armed, but who need hugs Teachers who are paid less for what it costs them to be heard,
Hypocriticals if we say we love, yet spill our bloods behind each other. She said she is your best friend Yet she stabs you in the back. This kind is the Story for The Gods
Exposing my face on Facebook, or tweeting my teeth on twitter. That is not who I am really.
Of course we shall be rescued While we are waiting we will have a good time, we'll have rules This is a good island, no beasties That first enthusiastic exploration
He was the man that left when I was 3 months old. Not by choice but by financial needs. He would always call and I always imagined the man who I loved and admired standing at a phone
Ear
Rigid yet smooth edges curve so elegantly, Spiraling like a silk tornado. Round and round, Tighter and tighter.   For 3 years’ puberty takes over; Growing 15 centimeters long
I’ve noticed every layer added only makes you stronger, Intense heat causes your bond to grow closer.   Your red jagged edges of your broken surface, Scrape against my gentle pure flesh.  
I am sorry she’s gone -Pushing daisies in a better place. Her parents will claim it as an accident. We’ll just go with that.
  Here lies the cat in grander soft and big, In dreams he prances quickly and sly. If possible cat would catch the horrible pig, He who does not stop being a bad guy.  
Paper scrubs Kinnie Cross       You don’t know,
Sometimes I think about the way it used to be.    Simple. Happy.    And suddenly I am left with a burning in my chest, A longing for things that have been and can never be again.   
You told me I made you feel the way I feel when I draw circles under my tongue,                                     but I'm not very good with new concepts.Driving the nails into the coffin of my inhibitions,
Boiling angerDark as nightSo thick u have no sightIn truth 
  The fluorescents blink almost as fast as you when you're uncomfortable,      And of course we don't know what we did wrong,                                                     but the wax on the floors might.  
I pledge Allegiance to the flag of the United States of America.   This first line always makes me queasy. It doesn't sound
She sits in the room, with nothing to say, The kids make fun of her features and hair And she wonders, why they treat her this way? When ‘all men are equal’.. And it’s not fair
I am home to the stars Home to life, and home to planets that rain glass. There are universes in my mind that I have yet to explore; These veins in my wrist - so winding and intricate -
  Where I’m From   Layne Moore I am from that small old town in Indiana. From just a child playing in the back yard
I AM NATE That is my name But the naming of this nappy headed kid turned out to be unfortuNATE
  I am here I am born everybody’s eyes behold life can be cold leaving you numb of twisted colors, black and blue
who am I ? To not understand the ways of life who am I ? To not believe the dream we once all shared. who am I? To not know the expectations of myself and let them flow freely in the mst of failing
Smile for the camera, smile for the people, smile for the fake accusations that are primarily meant for the social standards of America, a lost cause and a sad truth.  
I am free.
Those witching nights whose dawns forgot to peak Hollowing moments sneak into our mind Passion as long as three weeks cannot speak
I am a seventeen year old teenager who lends her life to others. I am the mistakes I made when I was sixteen, fifteen, and years past. I am every emotion bottled into one, form-fitted body.
For some, a place of blame Seen as a crutch for the weak A reason for their fame The Earth given to the meek.   Man's greatest invention Some being high in the sky Man was a creation
I am sitting in class Looking forward at the teacher From the corner of my eye He is sitting there Staring on at us, not saying a word He listens intently at every word spoken We all know he is there
They say the sins of the father pass to the son But really it's just the anger that runs through the blood So then I must ask, "thirteen years, and what've I got?" A spiteful empty heart, and a temper that runs oh so hot
Love can be seen in so many ways,I could go on for days and days.Love is powerful, as we can see,We've all fallen at one point, even me!To love someone with all your heart,It's hard to explain, where do I start?
i feel there comes a time when we realize that our life is only but half a life that we have deprived ourselves of enrichment and fulfillment,
Life starts with living, do you cherish the memories, the love, the friends. the family, the fighting, the helping hands? Do you ever stay so quiet no one realizes your presence,
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I am from the elderly: The young, embodied in old. Oil paintings, nickels, toothpicks, Soup-ified meals, straws, and distant looks.                I am from memories.   I am from plum trees
As I sat in my chair to wonder why,
Where are Sandra Bland,  Darrius Stewart, Fredy Gray, Samuel Dubose
I am intricate, I keep people on the very tip of their little toes, I live my life as if it were a paradox, I like to switch things up when no one is paying attention,
Who am I?
Deep breaths, Tears and gross sniffles Air lacks oxygen once again This time with no back up tanks in the corner Reaching Grabbing Counts back from 10 Wait! 
I am who god made me to be okay and I accept it I don't care if you don't I am human just like you
SIXTH SYMPHONY   Beethoven is a liar. He would have you believe that he wants you; but behind your back, he is glad to see you go.   Happiness
Everyone run, the monster is coming.  With hair of fiery orange, eyes of dark, cold blue, souls laid upon her skin like trophies. 
Only Losers go to school; I taught myself how to move. I'm not the type to count on you - Cuz stupid's next to I Love You...   No, in truth, this work's not mine.
I have a dream, much like Dr. Martin Luther King. That this country will stick to its important creed. "We The People", Blacks weren't included, but are they now? Why no respect for the black in office right now? He's a monkey!
Once destined to be forgotten in darkness To not recieve any sort of hope But instead was abandoned by all Until one day a miracle happened   A hand reached out to me
  I AM A SURVIVOR I recall that day perfectly well. I was in my house getting ready to study, When it collapsed into the ground rapidly. It felt like the end of time, I am a survivor.  
I am different from others. Aiming higher than what is required. I am ambitious and kind. Working hard and respecting others. I wonder if am ready to live on my own. Am I ready to go out into the world and make a difference?
I am feeble- skin tagged
Just as Eden, all was well for a time, Ever sweet perfection in paradise - The came the sorrrowful, eternal crime, Temptation caused the grandest sacifice, Like Icarus soaring high as can be,
I know that I'm crazy That makes being me: easy. I live through the day Saying what I wanna say. No one tells me what to do, I don't care if y'all boo.  
"The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice."[1]With sincere respect, Mr. President: Mere words cannot bend it to your will.
They say you make your best masterpieces when you ya self are in pieces
If someone asks you to 
Who I am today would took a very long time to figure out but i know who i am right now. My life was and is never easy. So many times I was really confused about who I was. Then one day I woke up and decided I wanted to know.
A nightmare that had forever tormented me .
A burst of
I wanted to hold him I wanted to tell him it would be okay I wanted to hug him and tell him "breathe" I wanted to squeeze him and suffocate him until he remembered to breathe
I heard once of a wishing well
I am... a visionary I tailor words    They slip They slide Into an ABYSS. I am... hopeful But, my delirious paradise Could use chocolate. Some beauty to    murmur
Can you hear it? Can you hear the song?
There is a woman in my mind whoseshell grows and crumbles, collapsesand is rebornendlessly. A statue, a castlein some ancient landthat was first etched on archaic blueprints and
Written by me, but from my mother's perspective, before she passed away.   Today you start school. All caught up, Green checks on every lesson. You don’t even have to set
  I seem to have this strange obsession with Fire It burns It melts things It destroys It creates It is The Epitome of My mother My mother smokes newports
Be more open,  use less verbs, no more repetition,  and less words.   Be more suspicious, use smaller ending, make characters relatable, and less words.   Be more honest,
How are you okay with missing her fifteenth birthday? How can you move forward knowing you're not playing the role in her life anymore? How can you hate her so much to leave and never come back?
I am the ivory piano key: The promise of love In a sound you can see, The promise of loss And the shatter of dreams. The marble beneath you Is that of the gods, You walk on the heavens,
The cynic in the back of the room The one with caustic wit and biting retort Sarcastic, sardonic Jovial in conversation Until provoked by incompetency or stupidity   Blunt and unforgiving truth
I left her  Afraid scared and alone.  My guardian angel needs me.  I did not know my heart was her home.  I felt I could fight alone,  But I proved I am weak broken and a wreck.
Born a girl But read a book And now what is she, A he An it? Doesn’t she know the pain he causes others When it Or xe? Decides a thousand things In a single day?  
Alexandra wells A daughter,sister,and mother. Loved by some.Betrayed like no other. A loving heart, a strong soul. Life and love has taken its toll.
Night’s existence has inhabited it’s customary frame of space, which has been allotted.
I am sorrowful and brave. 
I am not who he thinks I am I am mysterious, I am coy
Are you souless? Do you care? I have a soul,  at least I think. A remenaberable Burn  once told me that, "The eyes are the  windows to the soul." I'll always remenber  That 
Encroaches the force Whether light or dark The rider on his horse The words that mark   Dread is shown Heavy is the air Empty is the throne Terror to the heir  
I come from roots and trunks  those to branch out before I,  were cut short The first to branch out,  Only to provide shade  for "my" big brother  who takes our seeds abused and misplanted.
I doth fear I will always be a three, That I'll not hear the prophecy of fate, That I shall bring the woeful tears to thee, Yet I am no seer to fore-know thy state, But a three I also find within you,
The speed at which time flies is breathtaking. Everything I do is a memory in the making. All these things I dream of being, all these places I dream of seeing.
All I see is everything before man. The foot, of man, crushed and doomed this land. It's not water when it's ocean, it's body, covered in no modern lotion, we, rely on.
Alone in a field, alone, with no wind to carry   Nothing and no one to carry him he begins to dry   Then the Tornado enters his life, and rips him from his slow decay  
I am crashing  Nothing I can do will ever stop the slashing. A girl dying inside And no one has even tried.
Destiny, settled in stars Adjusted by wonder Fiddled with by passion Two meet Not meant to greet Secrets kept from Three
How fast could I run? would it matter?
Over the mountains Across the seas Through the tunnels Under the trees The wind blows here   All over the world The voice is heard The wind whispers “Caution, Danger is near”
Time and time again, perfection sees none. Greatest creation for the best of fun. But, I know nothing is to come from this, for an emptiness resides inside me. The greatest of great creates more sweet bliss,
Waves do stand true to your heart, And its blue refraction, true to your eyes
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I am a shadow, following behind my pain i am a shadow , disappearing when the clouds come out i am a shadow , closed in and haunted by the darkness 
BAM!!! Are we back in school or has it just ended.
I am American, Not only American but Hispanic. Cultures joined inevitabley,  Treated inequitably; Because ONE of both are immigrants I am the result of their love YET treated unfair
I am a voice for t
The hesitation I had to take this medication, wasn't a celebration because my body  Did not have the proper preparation to take life on as a repsonsibility, a priority that I knew my arms Wouldn't be able to be carrry on my back
"Better to be bright and alone than dull and in dreary company."
The other day I was a low sunken waterfall. Full of falsehoods, lies, and flaws. I guess that's why she left me hollow like the once nourishes tree logs during fall. The volcano erupted one last time covering my heart with ashen grey smog.
Today she was like the mountains that hold fast through the fiercest of storms  Because she was happy  But like the rocks that hold tight through the wind have layers, Under the strength of her rocks 
Beautiful city bathed wih flowers with an essential sound emitted by the water that as a cascade touches it everywhere.   This city is history, present and future.
  I am ever changing Lost in the forest of thought Shacking under the hand Staring strong at the light of lime For when I am defined I will be found   I am ever changing
Every step I take is a step towards oblivion, an unknown past, a merciless future Counting the edges of the webbed stars on my hand is no more a task than defining my future,
You ever feel so worthless all you wanna do is cry can't even stand to stare in the mirror cause the hate goes straight to your eyes Those tears running down your face expresses the pains you can't explain
Why is it not...? Even so I start to love... Even though I love you so much, My mind is nothing but blank. Within the depths of my mind I see, The person who I've looked for in my heart...
The Lonely Tree  
We hold hands, hug and sometimes flirt, We talk trash, cuss and publicly wash each others dirt, Our connections seems more natural like twins at birth, For sure, we would scratch each others back till we depart this earth.
People draw with silver.  It comes out red. Magic? People walk with gravity. They end up weightless. Magic? People eat a day The food disappears the same day.  Magic?
‘L’ is for the way you left me, abandoning my heart leaving me to carry this emotional back pack. I was helpless, it weighed me down and like a vagabond I had nowhere to take heart-rending refuge
  Lollipops
I am your slave-master, The fists that beat down on your beauty And the feet that stomps your face   I am your thunderous nightmare, The past to which you are shackled The sorrow that enshrouds you,
Some call me a math prodigy, Others state a rocket scientist, I am an oddity, probably an anomaly. But, despite what others label me, I call myself a revolutionary,
In the direction of which my heart relies, I find my own warmths life support To embrace the endless swirling sky, my towers never err and fall short
To be honest…… The most amazing thing I could say about myself is…. Okay! I see you’re impatient but I love the suspense! The fact that I have ADHD completely rocks my socks.
Perfect is not a word for me, Here is a word that has set me free: ‘Original’ is the song I sing Even as the fire engulfs my wing. Never will I die; I am reborn, I am passionate, I am not torn.
Never build a home inside of a person. People are too temporary Just think of it this way.. If you found a piece of land that you were interested in And decided to build a home there
To the Darkness surrounding us, You held humanity in a cage. Now, we come after you to strike back with  vengeance. One by one, you shall fall before our rage, In part, due to your carelessess
By Meredith Metsker   Being a young adult is crazy sometimes, You’re too old to be hip and too young to be wise. And this whole time all we’re trying to surmise,
Wow! Where has the time gone Freshman year was terrifying Sophomore year was cool Junior year was an eye-opener And well Senior year is finally here And I feel like an caterpiller
A twinkling night shining down Songs outside your window announcing the presence of the sun around  
ME
Everyday is always the same No matter who i aim to be I can never be me 
She swam through silvery mist accustomed as she had become to it
So many travels, so many memories Who am I and where do I go from here Married, multilingual, international resident Who am I and where do I go from here I call Michigan, Nebraska, Virginia my home
There is nothing like walking in the rain, Feeling nature's power in the rawest form, The rain, falling like angel's tears upon you, Shattering against your skin, giving the world vegetative life from sorrow,
D          - Diving catches in a big game
Laying on my bed of deep green,
Take a deep breath Walk on stage Lights in your face you're on the stage you sit in silence waiting waiting to hear yourself you take a moment another deep breath you speak
This is AWESOME! Reading, writting , raising your hand! Sitting, listening, now I got to stand! Math, and Science, eww what is that! Wow, I can't wait to come back! The first day of school is always Awesome!
Not everything is awesome Not everything is good. The darkness closes in,  I put up my hood.    Breathe in, breathe out let's start this from within.  My heart replays the rhythm
A lot of people do stuff on purpose, but without a purpose. So what's your purpose?
Beneath an ancient redwood tree that towered o'er the moor
Beneath an ancient redwood tree that towered o'er a hill
In the stuggle and grind of every student, don't forget to always be prudent. Remember to pay you bills and make eye contact. Don't leave those passwords around to be hacked.
When I was born I was given three names
My arms are long,  My hair is wooly, no I am not worried because,  Who will ever see?   You know my back is strong and,  Just as sturdy as it can be.. after
We can find the awe in everything
Imperfectly Perfect
Some people live in black and white, others live in blue. You may see the pale, soft pinks of the world, but not all that you see is true.    An orange may look like a red,
With her spine align and head held high, I knew she was a strong woman of color, like rare flower that blossoms from the soil of Eden,
Now I lay me down to sleep, I might divine the night’s mystique What lays beyond my holey soul, Might be ‘nough to feed the weak   Drifting through aimless time and space?
Eyes closed, thoughts drifting away   Each image passing by as if it were a car on a train  
I am keeper of the winter
I am from a common city where we are all the same, from a happy and loud place where everyone envies people for what they have.  
I am from a place where my roots run deep Like a “Virginia live oak” that’s iconic of the old South Stretching from the Coastal Plain Tidewater to the Majestic Appalachian Mountains and back to the place where
How does one know when all is well? Don't worry, there's an aswer to the question, There's no wrong answer, but seek the answer in the lesson   It was as simple as the words that you see me typing,
How does one know when all is well? Don't worry, there's an aswer to the question, There's n wrong answer, but seek the answer is in the lesson   It was as simple as the words that you seem me typing,
Come hither my dear Into my space Stored of great
(With sincere dedication to Miss Cloey Shelor, 03/22/01 - 02/08/15)  
On this planet, there are many living beings. Everyone only lives once,
What to do what to say when your not your resume  goals achieved tasks met lost my soul lost it in a bet it was a wager made early on as a child from dusk til dawn.
A kiss on the cheek as soft as a cotton ball
Talk until past, speak untill away, darkness and light will talk all day, darkness and light will create a beautiful eclipse , in the silence of their hearts, And the light will take over,
You feel you cant do it you feel you cant accomplish it your stuck own your own trying to figure out what comes next the lonley and dark cornor of your conscious when its not even there telling you what to do
You must help me to become my best   I'm scared to fly away out from the west   It's nothing. nevermind. I'm here with you    
"Did I leave my sweater over there?" "Yes. I've been sleeping with it. It smells like you. :)" I miss that love I want that love A heart melting love Water to my witch love Melt the wickedness
Greed is the world new breed. But is greed what the world needs? The need for greed is a seed planted by the farmer we never see. The seed we plant is the seed we choose not what is chosen.
*/ /*-->*/ The sun never sets, neither does it rise
The first sip of coffee in the morning when you wake up The butterflies in your stomach before your first date Listening to your favorite song on full blast As you dance around the room when no one is watching  
What have I done? A new life?  How can I care for it?  I’m not strong enough.  I’m so young. I made the mistake.  
She is awesome. She reminds of the sun rising I want to explore her crevasses and visit her horizon I want to feel the heat from her solar flares And it"s awesome how one is blinded by her beauty if they start to stare
— sui cædere… To make way for grief
A tree is a sight to behold,
Present perfect tenseOcean of ancient futuresWind of change mind rearrangeElegant emergencyReturning with gifts
This Isn't Supposed To Make Sense. 
  I never left the sink on,/ But I might've left the shower all the way if I needed something to think on,/ Liberation came in the form of her absences. /
    Elephant in the room left swinging Like a pendulum, hope the rope does its thing and,   (We know how to tie ties,) (But not how to untie nooses.)  
Truth Be Told Love is a journey where one wanders But he or she does not wander alone.   This life is worth living Truth Be Told and YOU, yes you! will live it. You will make mistakes,
Life is like a train,
Living in society, full of critics Judgmental? Might be They're saying you got to live this way to be accepted Freedom disappeared Living in hell with some exceptions No time to plan your own dream
Meadows bow to the Winds, Trees invites a zephyr of touch to their leaves, The Oceans laughs at the tickles of a breeze upon their waves.   The house boat anchers itself away from the joy,
When I was younger, I wanted a sister To share the world with In the long run;
I work, work work work, myself to the bone. Day in and day out I work, come home and write, write, write away the words I create to satisfy the professors. Into the wee hours of the night, 
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Spit and cuss I’ll make no fuss cause words, they’ll  never hurt me. Ha. I try to convince myself to this defense to my soul, heart AND myself…
The Truth About Lies
I empty my chest; I have had all that I can take, I whisper my goodbye with the last in my lungs. I stand so still; not even a flinch, I force myself to remain calm.  
Sitting on the outside of the prison cell stari
We all are in love with comfort There’s just no way around it. You won’t throw out your favorite pair of shoes Even if the soles are so worn down That it’s as if they were made without them
He grabs my hand and tells me I’m beautiful
Halfway into my West Coast residency, I find myself navigating uncharted waters. Traversing through the seemingly endless meanders of touches, gestures, and verbal exchanges.
Once Upon A Time, She heard the clock chime, Only to tell her the magic was leaving, But she didn't care for she was believing She would see him again. That blue dress and perfect hair,
It started with shakes and the violent pounding. The floor boards matching the beat inside my ribcage. Japan was beautiful. And it was the shaking that stirred such a thought.
Everyone remembers their tale, but do they remember mine? I was there long before she came. I’m not jealous of her. She isn’t anything I couldn’t be. I may be hot-headed, but never jealous.
Herald the majesty of the minute, The sweetness of the un-lasting second, The not-gentle rage of the light once lit; Look not and worry not of the quick end. Let this be an ode to all that exist,
IT IS WHAT IS CALLED IT IS IT IS WHAT THEY SAY IT IS IT IS WHAT WE SEE IT TO BE IT IS WHAT I WANT IT TO BE
Here lies the beast
I'm lost On The raft of Medusa Floating endlessly As Wayward voyagers On a Painter's Stilled
If reality Was As Fixed as the  Tip of this Poet's pen Then I could see to it Whole realities Extinguished like
My life, is a ship lost at sea, with the wind raging and waves tossed up at me. On a course unset, with the sun set beautifully. That light in the distance is my little fix that I use to see.
There were candles in her eyes
'Tis not a fight between black and white, Nor a quarell between boy and girl. Shed not the Gore of rich and poor, Nor conquer the place of sinful race. Yet fight within yourself the evil realms
The whirr of electric life is electric thoughtblurred by mathematicsconfounded by chemistrydisgruntled by retrenchmentinhaling a textbook on its deathbeddisappointed by renovationstearing apart
Life is worth living because of these.     Strum of coastal breeze, sugary and smooth,       lock of hair that flits away from my face.                Rustle of leaves, slight and drifting,
Floating gently yonder, Roaming giant thoughts, She endlessly yearns.   Substance ever reaching, Grabs, she ends struggling, Gives smile, echoes sadness.   She eternally yells,
Riots all across different towns, everywhere you look you see dirty frowns You look at a world filled with sadness, but do you succumb to madness
"Gangrenous Neuroticisms plague my behavior, Psychic festerings with the most unpleasant of cures, And you are my treatment."  
  Only In the dreams I dream'd would the situation be viable in which I'd be with you... And it seems that the dreams yield a better prize than reality, it means I must prevail so that my rival doesn't.
I find it fitting that we finally reacquaint here at Armageddon, a site of sacred pain. ____________________________________________________________________
Don't be mad, just feel. Feel how I felt those days ago. Don't care, learn. Learn what you did so I don't have to say it. Don't worry, realize. Realize your wrong doings you didn't know before.
The last glimpse of Amber and burgundy, After the bombing and the raid, As his flesh is kissed and licked away  By pincers of roiling flame.
I’m thinking, contemplating, Walking in the empty space surrounding me, I’m twisting, churning, and arching my back. What to do. Pulling loose threads off my sweater, Biting my bottom lip,
Angry dragon formed up high,
I want to be free from this pain. love always come after rain . But it's been raining for a couple billion days. your face always send butterflys to my mind .
The dreamer of dreams sleeps
I sit in a cold lake.  "Why are you sitting in a cold lake?" They ask. "That's the only way my heart will continue to beat." I don't get sick. I never get sick.  I bathe in cold lakes. 
Shall we go find the man who slew the fiend? Ventured deeper past the TumTum ago; Against an ancient tree shade he did lean, To reminisce along that fatal blow.
Where is the line betwixt alive and dead? Is it dormant or of a moving tongue? “I speak, it lives” is what the old priest said.
Let us not get confused about this day, with clarinets broken to spit out lead; No matter what the alcoholics say, Button pushers and those below are dead.
  Alex lived in walls of electric blue, contemplating.  
Birth, Lunacy, Death
    Chem group working with at equilibrium project when,  "Put your attitude away...it doesn't even match your outfit!"  "OMG! You are so RUDE!"  Laughing from both sides
I’m dying and it’s your fault.
You are a masterpiece. 
Stare Stare really hard There must be something, I say One thing, I say Something. No Says the mirror to my eyes No My eyes agree. Yes, I say aloud So
I'm perfect like the story of Hercules. Represented by Courage and Glory, Masculinity and Strength, Pleasure and virtue. Chosen by light, and offered one of  two lives.   I'm perfect
the broken glass from the picture frame you see the family photo did not describe me the broken glass did each broken piece is I i touch i bleed you talk i listen the sent of burning things the blood that kills me
Of Kids & Nations   A little boy was asked To try to surpass The kid in front of him.
Once a disassembled existance, I was burdened within a gyre of unending thought. Pressing through time with little resistance, I did what I pleased, knowing naught   Of the troubles to come,
I fell into the darkest of my diaries I lost my love and my light I forgot my dreams and those who care   I became untouchable to joy and freedom I became unloved by myself I became the end of my life
If you knew just what I knew About him and his boo And what they tried to do To make me look like the fool. They met me on the block of Avenue  to test me on what I really knew  
Madness is ambiguous, just like reality When life is too sweet, you get bad cavities Because there's beauty in the struggle The ups and downs, concavity    It's been a good life, so my concious holds
On all fours they stare below  Hoping to find what all must know  but nothing comes and nothing goes  then onto two without explanation    On two they know what they hoped to find  below isn't there 
      The halls are long and the light is far Music no one can hear, is in my head  They read me, yet they don't know who they are
Waking up in the Ocean of Noise,Smoke and Dirt All I think was, Is it not going to death but No its already part of me Looking at my street all I could see Holes and it depth
I think God dipped me in coffee just before I was born. I'm addictive, warm, and have undulating waves of energy.. Or I'm bitter, sharp, and have an unexplainable affection for cream.
You all
The girl is distorted Like a penny at the bottom of a lake
As I move closer and closer to the top the same question again pops. Will i make it to the top?
The most frightening thought pops into my head when I am in class and I dread the very idea that someone in this room could possibly read my mind
She hears the voices tellin' her to end it Take your life you have no reason for livin'  She feels alone, and that no body cares Would anybody even notice she's not there
"Give the Black man crack, glocks and things, give the Red Man craps, slot machines" -Lupe Fiasco
The First Day I heard - Eye for an Eye I became so happy I thought is he giving me a letter -i for another -i Or is he High or should I just say Hi?
Oh brother! Can I ask what you looking for But wait for some sec Lemme tell u wat Am Looking For. I wish I could Fly like a Bird What am looking for i'll Continue Looking for till I become white beard
everybody wanna live forever YEAH! Everyone lives forever . Death is just a transportation to the real life u've been sleeping all this while . So be ready cuz this life Is an illusion or should I say its a dream.
I wonder how long does it take
reaching into the depths of love stained pages and pulling out the most familiar character is my way of reinforcing my sense of self   
You been through it all Hiding dirt stains Under the make up of your new self Ring your body out and there is nothing Because your emotions are ran dry
(I)mages, thoughts, sensations, i realize the impossible incoherence of this unfolding dre(AM).   (THE) objects in my w(O)rld make se(N)se, i am the generator of the wor(L)d,
Renew, rebuild. My house is broken down. I will rebuild my house on my Father's Words. My Father and I look closely at the broken down house. There are piles of hatred, fits of rage, and more on the floor.
"When I Loved As Does the Sun"
The most authentic version of myself? Well. For my parents, I am Hannah Elizabeth. Beautiful, strong, resilient— On the outside. For my teachers, I am #133193 29 ACT, 1950 SAT, 4.3 GPA—
      
Purple eyes, hazy purple Crazy mind, covered by lies A nerdy kid who does math for fun Stays awake in science because she wants to listen Described as a quiet little flower Hah! Flower, that thought I’ll devour
I come from a street where cars allmove at 60 miles an hour, wherelights flash throughthe window at 3 am,unseen behind the laptop screen,the consuming thingsthat keep me worrying.
Everyone thinks they are great But no one is better than me I can predict the future I have a photographic memory And I control all beings I find enlightment in my dreams I make horror movies scream
Who am I Behind the Mask Do I live, or do I die? In front of the past.   Will it last?  I create myself Every morning, before breakfast In the mirror, Find myself in the shower,
The bomb shells light the air in a fiery rain; smoke bellows through the land.  The sound of screams and gunshots fade, but not 'til my brothers go away;  we run in unison into the midst of chaos
If there was something I could tell you, I would keep it real. I would tell you this so you would know how I feel
Who am I but a figment of my own imagination? A lie. An idea I’ve used to claim the land of four nations. Who am I?
I support you when you're in pain. I am in an arm's reach when needed. I am there for you when you need me. I understand you're hurt. I understand your pain. But to you I am expendable.
As I walked the road of life,                 eyes downcast, I found myself upon an aspen leaf, frozen in the ice.   Once green, now black as tar a black pit, seething and gaping
I travel by train and I look out My window, my legs are too close to the grey-man beside me Headphones in, power chords, progressions I am progressing, and my knees Need a shave; they catch on the silk of his suit.
My name is A'Jayla All of Joy and Anger, I'm Young Filled with Longing and Amazement
Wouldn't it be funny
Curse and blessing, gift of spite
I stand surrounded in the garden Of memories in which I’m stuck Because of the curse she’d struck That made my past harden.   The goddess of darkness didn’t pardon
Art
The first time I saw him, I knew exactly what he was. He was art. Art isn't supposed to look nice. It's supposed to make you feel something.
Truth of Lightning     We think we know who we truly are, When in fact we have always have  And always will be,  Brainwashed.   Now, now let me explain,
Walking within the microcosm of Wall Street, One will find an extraordinary feat, That of money keeping people going, As if they used it for their own two feet.   And yet we have those who think the economy,
Who is most infallible? Perhaps it is Alexander the Great, The man who owned the world, Feared by all Subject to none.   After 4 years I too will take the world by storm,
The Skin I’m in The Skin I’m in doesn’t mean I am covered in sin Or that I am corrupt from within born into a life of violence and rage. That because of my skin tone I am an animal uncaged.  
Fear and joy go hand in hand Resent for the other is not what I intend For both can lead to either's path And why the frightening can make me laugh   Morality is a skewed philosophy
Without fliter i am just an average girl. A girl with imprefect skin and facial features The fliter protects me from the public opinon. the  mean comments will not get to me if i have my escape.
I drink a bottleMake that twoTrying to remember my first time with youAnd then it goes blackJust everythingI don't want to go backFor anythingThen bamA flash
People try to tell me I’m a fake, But whether they like it or not, I am exactly what I say I am.   They say I just pretend to be brave, But I know I am brave. They say I only wish I was smart,
I am authenticity. I am coffee at three in the morning because I cannot sleep and the dog is snoring.
even within nature we are confined  in chains   from the depths we crawled    toward the sun     into the trees      wiping sweat from our brows       liberty
I've been sitting here all night, watching what i shouldn't Snatching up pics I normally wouldn't
New players start at level 1. There's not much you can do. The enemies are too difficult - one hit and you're down, the quests are too complicated, and it seems the other characters have looping speeches.
Day to day she wanders, her mind constantly muddled. Her pain is so unbearable yet she hides. The world is coming down on her head she needs protection she needs help. Her roof, her soul is made of glass
When I met her I didn't know I would love her, I thought we would talk and date to be honest but never the love I know now. She was smart but more than you even know, and she couldn't go a converstation with an analysis,
Life as we know it, its all the same. Being judged, stressed and put to shame.  Life as we know it, is different for you and me, Confused, Lost, that's all I see.
I walk along the sidewalk Putting on a smile for all to see A skip in my step My words a melody. A filter. Inside is dark. Lonely. My eyes glimmer My heart is dimmer.
The camera goes down, and there's the frown Fears rushing from beneath, tears gushing from my eyes to the tip of my reach
  It's funny They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder Many times I was the eye and the beholder As I got older I felt like I had to fix the mistakes that were on me I was struggling to be true
who I am is who I am. No one but he can create this man. What is my name? Could it be stan? No I am not a stan or a shadow of a man. I am my own, not somene who is blan.
As the dark, black veil covered the sodden face, I knew that trouble was on the verge here. For she holds strong power and has no grace  And pulls her gratitude and joy out of fear.  
Knowledge is like pearls fallen On a clean slate. A connect-the-dots; A complex task; to be taken
When I look in the mirror, who do I see? A beautiful black girl with, A smooth queenly head, dark and lovely, held high, glimmering with Fierceness, Pride, and Innate awesomeness.
We tend to cling to the peak of the known, Terror and the abyss await unless shown, That the core of the tower is an empty throne, Or at best, something to be overthrown.  
Everyone you meet - the ones that you avoid- these people are your reflection. See yourself as they see you, Would you be welcomed or Rejected.
Every day I accent the same flawless imperfections of my own personal style   A ten-dollar ring from a gift shop in Gulf Shores A black leather, metal studded bracelet from the same shop
I am a series of syllables, Thrown together with whimsy and chance. I am a sea of endless thoughts with waves so large they threaten to pull me under and drown me.
I am a fleeting fragment
My voice has been undermined for so long, it's time to remi
Hidden
if i turned over all the pebbleS one by onE
If the world is a recital, I am the pianist. Playing my part and shining through my solos.   The spotless black lacquer reflects unforgettable memories.
We're space-candy mannequins, just suckers for human sin. Count to three, it's a jawbreaker world; only sweet until it's gone and you're left with that ache in the maw. I'm a space-candy mannequin,
My People talk as if we still are free, the media scoping and molding our mentality.
Why do people claim our world is falling apart? Well, maybe because it is.
When we first met I was nothing but an empty landscape. You made me laugh so deeply that I cried, and the tears watered a lost garden in my body.
As the sun goes down she sits quietly on a couch by the veranda many confusing thoughts cloud her mind she has a black eye from last night's showdown tick tock the clock is ticking for another round
Who am I with no filter ? Ask what is music without the mixer Raw & uncut Vintage with more love  An image of inperfection  Not even shades could fix my indentations  Looking through a lens  
Mental growth is fuel. flawless and perseverant. Dreams become goals. Go.  
The Different Kid was colorful His voice was loud His eyes were bright Sunny hair and a wide, white smile They say that if you brushed against him, You’d walk away with a rainbow on your shoulder
I can't function with a dysfunctional family
“Life is like drowning,” She says, her tangled hair rustling in the breeze.
I'm a product of my enviornment, in the sweetest sense.  My face is scratched-- from that time that neighbor cat clawed me.
Who Am I Underneath? Not the same as the outside Depression runs in my viens Suicide runs through my mind
A rather dim lit view A dim lit view of a place I once knew   A place which is capable of feeding my joy A joy that some call an oddity   As my cheeks begin to  secede
I've seen the milky ways lay right ahead I've climbed a mountain that lay me down ahead I've seen the springs of flower just rushing in  In my sincerity I live distance ahead
Dark; the world falls into ruin; Hate; and you're no better than the Heartless that steall that piece within that allows us to love on another Night; fear what lurks in the shadow;
When I wake up I look in my mirror and see the Most real version of myself Dark circles Crazy Bed head Drool on the side of my mouth  And freckles everywhere
                                                                        I use to hurt                                          Crumpled into everything around me, fell in the dirt
I’m no Cinderella Never lost a glass slipper Never got prince charming I’m no Cinderella Always felt strange Faraway Slipping away Always felt strange
Eyes hold lies Ears hold lies It is not only the mouth that holds lies Whatever you're seeing is wrong, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL Whatever you're hearing is wrong, YOU'RE WORTHY
Get your own big chair. I think it has been long overdue.  You should just grow some beard hair, and buy some new fucking shoes.   Those words will never be spoken now, we're head over heels in shame,
I am not composed of numbers and articulate measures I am not Bach’s masterpiece nor am I a masterpiece I am covered in blemishes and dirt I have sinned and I am sin I have eaten from the forbidden tree
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life's but a walking shadow, a poor...
It is not a line.   A tapestry, maybe- little, instantaneous threads, woven into an image of reality, grand and terrible.   Or a tree, perhaps- branches of place and people,
I am flawless. But I was not born this way. I did not make myself this way. I do not deserve to be this way. Yet here I am Saying I am flawless.  
He called them to the sea A boundless tempest raging Those of little faith witnessed it made still Iēsus Nazarēnus, Rēx Iūdaeōrum Made still for the faithful to come   Without the storm
Wilhelm Wundt would rather me be anywhere between 20 and 50 people dependent upon the complexity of my harrowed mass or the strength of
Laughter A silent haunting Creeping in the subconscious minds of the mourning Days pass without the fight to shower Burdening freedom To not disturb the dreams of ponies They see in heaven
You give me butterflies everytime that I am around you. You show me love and I like everything about you.
I am of flesh I breath sin I keep to myself what lies within   But do express And I'll give you notice When storms draw near I feel their closeness   Love one love all
If I Lose Myself... Gabriel Reyes   I am no ideal person But I am exemplary. If I lose Myself... I have lost everything.  
College what a magical place.
We put on masks. Pretty, ugly , dropout, lazy We put on masks, step back and wait
Drums of the Serengeti Red dirt Dark faces and bodies. They call Americans copies. Full of History They always seem so pissed to me. Diamonds are born.
Suppress the mistakes. Become prudent because of what happened last time. Being rancorous is too enervating to the mind and body. If you become opulent by suppressing your mistakes,
I hate this moment I dread condolence There is no hiding This time today   My knees are weak My mind is bleak I cant conceive a way to believe That I am strong  
I have entered knowledge's home, college for my-sakes!
If CHANGE were loose change- Coins found haphazardly in the seat of a sofa or trapped in the crack of the sidewalk The world would be a different place Loose change with little value
carmel skin that'll make ya knees weak -thats flawless thick hips, lips and thight -thats flawless small waist with a cute -thats flawless southern draw real strong -thats flawless
MOM
Growing up your my main inspiration, I gave you hardship and lots of frustrations, But you’ve always been there when I needed some love, Arms spread open hugging me like a glove,
To this place I let my memories cleave- Long ago, a time on water’s horizon, A moment ethereal I never want to leave.   On a large, cool stump, love was received, Drawn from my heart for you were my siren.
It's the mistakes that has us paranoid, It's the silence that has us hearing noise. It's our blindess to reality that has us seeing things, It's us thinking we're invincible that has us feeling pain,
Walking through the halls of my school constantly thinking if only I were cool, if I were one of the cool kid's I wouldn't be slammed into a locker nearby, I wouldn't be called harmful name's that bring tears to my eye's.
I ran so fast,
Often I hear people say, “Don’t be salty” Do they think it’s faulty?
As light approaches the lenses And the camera frames my face The flash alerts my eyes My features begin to erase   I stare at nothing   But the fallacies of a picture
When I heard your voice it like an angle talking to me, When you hold my hand I feel the chemistry flow on me.
This hallowed land, Where the ancient fell Our ancestors, enemies And friends They have died upon This hallowed land Many tears we Have shed Over battles lost With lives the cost
Seeker Stroking waves call anon, Restlessly seeking laughter and love Filling this empty air Clouds block the sun from above Refractions of loss plunder this mirror Timeless Time draws nigh
The accidental  eyelids loudly costs the pupil. Cost carefully like a abiding  retina. Write correctly like a abject  iris.   Anger, sympathy, and peace.
I've heard it said sticks and
Why did you decide to stay? Even when I pushed you away so many times? You came back to me.
In person I am a wallflower  Introverted, doing my best to go unnoticed Keeping to myself and a book because that's where I find comfort  Saving the world, falling in love One page at a time  
All dressed in white I reached my palms out To the frozen metal in front of me I feel the wrought iron and knotted steel Sterilized barbed wire This is not my first experience in a cage
I am somone. The way my hair looks, and the body shape I have doesn't impact
THEIR SOLITARY KINSHIP
If I knew what I know now, Things would be way different then they are now, no lien, no cheating, no stealing, just love, and more love in the air when it comes to people around me they down me, some people even call me ugly ,fat or just mean mug
one is one even when it's two, combining the mind to smile which is what counts. Happiness is within action, and it is earned. If you think it is easy then you will burn. Live and learn, with love and concern.
Life. Go to school, do homework, eat, sleep. Work hard, save money, play hard. Take a break, nap, relax, take a vacation. All At The Same Time.  Maybe it's not so simple.   
T is what they call me Cheer is life 
I hear America crying.
MY God  MY GOD, How long did it take to create such a beautiful Child? I know it took a beautiful while,
What others see Is a girl who can't dress,
Not the sterile cinderblock walls, confining from eight to three nor the sparkling sunlight hours lost forever in the name of security   Nor the lethargy on faces, nor the boasts of procrastination
Oh!  There it is,The blood of my Mothers’SinsBlossoming onMy white sheetsLike a bouquet of English roses.A shame -Laundry day hadBeen yesterday.  My thighs have been painted
Can you feel it? The embellishment of my essence. Do you understand what makes him valuable? It's his thoughts combined with his actions.
The culture ’round me points to streetlights, burning bright, Telling me, urging me, that those will end my night. Streetlights… The flickering glow of youth and romance,
I am flawless, for I wake each morning with an open mind. I am flawless, even when the mirror says otherwise. I am flawless; I always have the opportunity to learn something new. I am flawless; my words can move a crowd.
I’m an old book
Do you know what it's like to walk on a bridge that is deteriorating? That is strung between the high plateaus on either side of a canyon floating, No safety net.    An abyss below, an abyss of failure, 
I came across a picture today.  A picture I never knew existed. I looked and realized it was me.  It was the answer I'd been searching for.  Around the world, high mountaintops, deep beneath the sea.
Hello my darling, 
The most peaceful moment of my life happened as I was laying on the ground of my doctor's office unconscious from malnutrition, and I didn't realize that I'd passed out
They asked me to take away the filters To show what remains underneath. Why is a filter so undesirable? Why do we idolize the untouched? The "pure"? For in my experience,             as a fish owner,
"Kahun K Kia Ho Tum....?" Mere liye meri Duniya ho Tum,Cho k jo Guzre wo Hawa ho Tum, Maine jo Mangi wo Dua ho Tum,Kya maine Mehsos wo Ehsas ho Tum,
Oh look shes a size zero.                       U                G         H   H, It must be nice to be accepted into this society. Wow, That girls family has the money and the name,    S
  We were together for many years We became as one It was like I had your blood running through my veins We could read each other’s thoughts Finish each other’s sentences Without saying a word
"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder" That's what my momma used to say But little does she know Everyone sees the same way Individuality is talked of with passion But when someone tries it on
Pulling  An ever-retreating journey Into the caves of my imagination I am pretentious And cold Withdrawn from the modern world   The jeans You once adored
As I sit at my desk I look at my clock It hits midnight and I know it’s gonna be a long night I look down and realize No words Half done Nothing Shouldn’t have waited until last minute
"Flawless"
There is me. Behind the picture. Behind the likes, the comments and replys There's me.
I was a liar as a kid. Not big lies, just the " Yes I cleaned my room" even though I actually just pushed every thing under my bed.  I used to get in big trouble for little lies. My momma would be so mad at me. 
Some
They think they know me oh so well. My fears and strengths.
Would you pour me a cup In a classic mug The morning cup Sweeter than a hug
L's
On the left, the lust who yearned for love, On the right, the love whom was never loved.   Together an iron triangle full of deceit. Only the hearts on the side trruly beat.  
She touches me and pulls away as if my skin is rotting flesh, littered with whirring, ravenous flies.   My skin, dark as the shroud that invades my bedroom every night
Waken to see me, Tied back by the loom of graces long hesitation; The folds of favor seem to do none for mine. Take up now the salty masses of chance, Those hateful broods who lie beside you;
Behind these green eyes (Lies, lies, lies, lies) I mean. Behind these green eyes, Lies the secret to my asphyxiated kingdom.   I may not reveal the secret. Because Secrets are meant to break,
Papa, You are a deity, For our cross you carry on your shoulder, Caring for us when we were toddlers With grains, milk, like a mother.   Papa,  I have seen the sun shine many times,
A mini party in my room. Just me, And a thought of you. Our music the the thunder, And the lightning is our light. The perfect night for Ben Franklin to go and fly a kite. 
There's words in my brain The pressure's buildin' up They gotta get out My filter gives up
For as long as I can remember, I have always felt so lost;
Not Your Conquest There is no distress In this damsel I am not the conquest In the grand adventure of your story
If I lost you, I would lose myself
Searching my mind for reasonsl
Prejudiced discrimination is rampant in today's society. You discriminate because your classmate isn't as smart as you are- He has never before had an opportunity to be educated.
To be or Not to be [exsistance is not the question but rather what apparance impACTs]  Do I Dare [Look upon a mirrior? do the blemishes on my face] Disturb the Universe?  
  When my eyes open I do not sigh, I do not think of impending doom. When the decisions are made, I do not cry, I do not crawl in despondence to my cold, empty room.  
A frosty road less traveled by A Dickinson invitation to the internal sky
Tiger, Tiger in the stripes Listening to Calvin’s gripes Standing there all in the buff Full of meat and fuzzy stuff Can you see him? Is he there, Standing close to Susie’s chair?
If you could see behind my smile, 
"Why aren't you making straight A's?"
Click, click. Take a picture and fix it. Make your face presentable.
I am the boy named Koid The boy who loves the world around him the tv he watches, the video games he plays, the family he loves, the boy goes online a lot, he finds a whole universe.
Nobody Knows Me Like Me
Wind swiftly blowing through every little nook Rooted firmly to the ground 
Midnight in the city, many people still wandering about. I happen to be one of those people, I began to doubt. Upon realization that the crowd around me was missing something,
You aint the only one thats tryna be the only one. Tryna make you the only one, but it seems like im the only one. From less effort to effortless, We were better before the kiss.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
It's like living every second of your life in fear of the people around you. It's like changing every behavioral habit you have to cope with having to hide.
Flawlessness isn't the state of perfection, but the pursuit of it-   It is the drive each day to be better than the last, To see faults in your ways and improve on the past.
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation. We cannot walk alone.
Don't go, please don't he cried out to his sun as her restless waves crashed his words into one His numb, brittle fingers tried to lift her spirit up but the moon continued to linger
Who remembers what it’s like to be a virgin?
In an amalgamation of errs no misdeed is abound without writ a lackluster love ascends to Hell above with desires not to bestow lest to those of Heaven below,  
I was already there, waiting at a brink, looking for a clutch.A thing I could look towards and ask for helpBut within the noise and the frustrationI couldn't find a sign.
What If there wasn't any snow?   There wasn't any children hitting eachother with snowballs. No Merry White Christmas Holiday phone calls. No dreaming of  "a white Christmas",
It starts out small, just a little nagging in the pit of your stomach. Then it starts to grow. You notice the change but adjust, these things happen.  
"How whimsical is "She"?
With the sun in my mouth,  and the cloud in my heads,  Don't put your foot down in my dumping ground.    One of kind, to myself, the image you see, is not what you'll get. 
We spend our days constantly contemplating the should'ves could'ves and I need to's of our past and future  Rather than living sporadically in the moment that is happening as I speak. 
Authenticity The orgin of all truth The face of deceit
The heart beats slowly. No movements, no sound. Shallow breathes taken soft, silent, painful. The heart beats steady. No words, no movements, no sound. Eyes held ready.
The Sun, So high in the sky, but never too close to melt my wings, but far enough to shine light upon the future ahead of me.
My will to never give up is so strong, I feel like it can never do me wrong Even through good times and the bad, I still worked through it regardless of what I had.
There’s this thing called ghost lines Pieces of poems never to be completed Floating for a purpose inside your soul Ghost lines,
Do not look for me underneath your feet when the trees have changed  their outline against the wavering sun, or the snow has blanketed the earth into eternal slumber.
Do not look for me underneath your feet when the trees have changed  their outline against the wavering sun, or the snow has blanketed the earth into eternal slumber.
An impossibly old woman  who taught my first year of English
People have been insulting people forever, and I must say "Stop!" If you don't stop today, then I will call a cop. I want the number of racial slurs to decrease, because, my friend of mine, we need some peace.
Through his life in good and strife           A mask did he wear. On face a grin, but not within           And smirk he did not dare.   On a whim, this boy so grim,          Soon to be a knight.
What is this feeling? This personality that I have been bottling up. I feel like I can't be myself. What will people say when they see me? Not my outer shell, but the real me.
Let me take a selfiewith a good camera, not my beat up iPod with the crack across the screenBut a good camera, a good nikon or canon with good focusWhere you can set the exposure with a tap of your finger
I walked on broken glass,
I'm a very secretive person, I lurk in the shadows. I come and go like some godfather. I hide behind my mask, built off of past experiences.
A facade of what you want me to be. You want nice, I am perfectly pleasant You want smart, I am intelligent You want silent, I am mute When people need me I am there
One-two and tick-tock Ribbons and lace tied up in a knot Like the one in my stomach, the one in my throat The one in my head that hangs from a rope Give me your hand, tie it up with strings
Lock me away to the place we once knewThe place we both dwelled when I still loved you—The place where my face hid behind the curtain—
In the lap of Himalayan range it lies, still I remember when I close my eyes . because of melodious voice of the raven , My mother and motherland is superior to heaven.   Beautiful home under Asia ,
In the lap of Himalayan it lies still I remmember when I close my eyes  because of the melodious voice of reven  My motherland is superior to heaven    Beautiful Home under Asia 
Yes I have the blonde hair Yes I have the soft brown eyes Yes I have the slim figure that doesn’t grow Everything is checked off on the list
What scares me so much? Sometimes, I don’t even know I ask myself this question Before I’m about to go- Hide, leave, run from my fears. Fears that I don’t even know how to describe.
I am from cells, built together to make my mother’s uterus, If I wasn’t supposed to come out, then how did I,
Pull... back the curtain?What type of blasphemy is this?How dare you,Who know me so little tell me to remove my mask!How little could you know,
Life is but a hoax A fable without moral that tries to coax You into searching for a better day While the choir and congregation all say With their passionless rhyme About the death of passing time
staring at a crowd- a clique of friends but, alas, I am not one of them walking on the outskirts, outsider looking in sitting in the back, needing some oil for my tin congratulations I'm the first one
Land of the free Home of the brave As long as you're white And not transgender and certainly not a queer lady.
Yes I am flawless, from the color of my skin to the brown glow in my eyes. I am a soaring bird, who always flies. Obstacles stand hand to hand waiting for a perfection to come on their land.
I met you a year ago, never thought id feel this way I look into your eyes, I see love and my heart wants to celebrate
Does anyone else marvel at the beauty of words? The texture on the tongue The sound, rising and falling It's beautiful   I find it to be a precious gift Unequal to any other
From the Forbidden Tree to the lethal knife From absurd battles to many a worthless strife    The human has been defined by the aforementioned fallacies
To those who look nothing seems extraordinary a standard face, two eyes a nose, high cheek-bones
Please ignore the man you see behind the curtain If you have seen him then this false identity is no longer workin’ I’ve put on a mask for many years
My mother named me Dorothy Not after a girl in blue gingham Not after Jerry Maguire’s crush I was named after her Grandmother The Strongest woman she ever knew A woman with a pilot’s license
Nothing. I'm nothing. Worth nothing. Feel nothing. Yet, sometimes I long to be something. Something more than nothing.   Falling. Falling into this abyss of nothingness.  
Hidden Behind Normalcy By: Mikala Turner   Opportunities run short,  judgement runs long. Potenial never seen  just hidden behind niches.   In the belt of religion,
I am actually... They see me as an arrogant teenager I am actually a humble young man
O’ childhood, you are gone like a feather that blew away in the wind. The years ran by and took away my endless carefree days of playing around. “Why did you sprint so fast and where did you go without me?”
The hand you're dealt, it seems quite wrongTo all these troubles, you're not immuneThis road called Life can feel so longFor some, the end arrives too soon
In the sickening cell,
Rising and falling through the blowing wind, A soft voice speaks out above all else here. Saying sweet things to save you from past sins, But from the voice you turn, to it you sneer.  
The thick red vale that hides my face makes me claustrophobic. The smell of my faults and failures over rides my senses. Let me out. Let me out! Always happy on the outside.
I wear a badge. A badge with no name. A badge with only numbers that identifies who I am. People see me as this number man.    I am one of billions. A worker, masked in weakness.
I am who I am and no one knows I just want to dance but my parents say no So deep down inside I hide what can`t be seen Until the day I am set free   Hold down by ropes pulling me back from my other me 
#Hi. I'm trying to act like I'm invisible because I know that you can see that I'm not #perfect. But I know that if you could see the real me that is not my blotchy skin or curvy frame, you would be #shocked.
The world is cold . Pathways to college are bright. But, you have to fight. For a spot to hold.
The doors of a shuttered house stand closed You walk up to the desiccated grounds                     No true path No sign of color or vivid life                     No way to get past the hound
Sadness lurks in our hearts It haunts our lives It haunts our dreams When our happiness fades away It leaves a ghastly shadow It leaves not a single thing Nothing but sorrow
Agape Friendship blooms in the most beautiful way It's everything about you that makes me stay I love you for humor, your style, your walk
Ply lest lack-luster  - For work drew the sword from stone Might I be worthy?    
There’s so much miscommunication between the womb and the world
I think of myself as an artist.
We tend to hide behind who we truly are. We put on different faces to impress others and to let them see what they want to see. We shall not hide in the shadows of others any longer.
Young in age but aged so young Denied no hymnal yet to be sung. Against Her good nature, no heed to Her grace Death stole a lamb with no wool to replace. Left in the Valley, taken tomorrow
Free money for one's poverty It takes a little bit of "change" to make a CHANGE in society.
I am a fire hazard.   Like lazarus,
I am a moon dragged through the ever present void of space filled with holes lacking a proper apnospere to protct me from the realities of our world stars burn my skin  but I remind myself 
Slam Behind the Curtain   Driving down the lonely road I stare forward as tears stream down my face leaving clean tracks from where dirt once resided.
I walk a trail amongst the clouds, A path yet to be taken, The dreams I dream abound, The things I say out loud Are left to be forsaken.   The unvanquished trail, I walk thee
Roses are Red
This is a story of how great my life is Every day I see Daniel Radcliffe's likeness When I look in the mirror or take a selfie And I just think to myself,"dang I'm sexy"
Let's take a trip, no a dip into the past where the sun showed, where the dew on the  leaves of the grape vines glowed.   Before echoes of the railroad pinged and clanged,
I was 14 when they gunned me down
. Let's GREEN
My sore feet walk over the cobblestone and all I can see my dream ahead as I take one step at a time. London's bridge came falling down. While others drowned, over the edge I climbed.
There is no other name in which I know. There is no foe, Who can stop my success. When I am down jesus uplifts my soul, When I am lost through him I am found. He brings light to my shadows and tears,
A thousand, thousand voices, Within, without, around, Whisper the same, same things,
I am the one that many people do see As independent, confident and free. But many don't know that deep inside Is a scared little child, desperate to hide. Behind the spectacle that many behold
The last time that I saw you,you were being pulled through the front door by police officers.
I don`t make a secret of this But just in case you didn`t know I`m kind of Napoleon And I know what you`re thinking But no, For the record Napoleon wasn`t short
Be the Change. Stop the bullying. Instead of tearing them down bulid them up. Or say nothing at all.
Once upon a time I saw you I fell so hard for you  Everytime I will see you smile I will see you laughing, but  One day you just shut down I didn't understood why.      
Stop Being sorry Sorry that I feel so dead inside, Sorry my smile isn’t perfect. Sorry I have a tendency to cry, Sorry I'm everything you're not.
Pretty bird in a cage trapped inside yourself escape your imprisonment. For you're overwhelmed by something larger than you, larger than life. You cry at night dreaming of freedom —
This box I carry around everyday. Tells of who I was-  and who I am today.   17 layers, the inside is lined- each one more refined. Open this box and you shall see,
A car crashed After being quiet abashed From a seed of pain
Oh rose, beautiful rose How sweet thy summer blossoms thee Droplets hang from thy lush petals Joyful bumblbees buzz around thy scented head   Oh rose, elegant rose
Often buried beneath alluring jewels Off to the side, a solitary fissure in its frame Just as precious, yet in a simpler way- For her crystals of value are adorned within  
They say love is a drug. It's no wonder I'm always so high. I abuse too much, never sober enough. His laugh is my cocaine, addictive and exhilarating. When his lips meet mine, it's pure bliss
She sits,Quiet.
What makes a princess a princess? Is it her smarts? Or her compassion? Her strong will? Or maybe it’s the way she sings that beckons forest creatures to her whim and call?
I am not a piece of meat for you to devoure But I may tease you just to satisfy myself I am a woman I am not wearing tight clothing just to here the cat calling But I may smile to myself to now I am wanted
When I get home from school, I'm met by familiar friends; Miss Lizzy, Lucy, and Lady Madonna,
What makes me proud? Hmmm that’s a broad question. What makes me happy? Hmmm that’s an ambiguous question. If only I could give you answers that made sense to the world.
I am Batman Hidden behind a mask Used to hide my true identity With this mask on I am fearless I can be a savior, I am worth something.   I wear a black suit of armor
I love the way he sashays through the sifter I love the way his shell cracks against the edge of the bowl I love the way his paddle moves through the batter I love the way he absorbs the heat
We are the voiceless masses in the streets, we are the ones you can't ignore. They cast their eyes to the ground and see our feet, naked on the cold hard floor.
Somewhere in the dark of night Underneath the stars Somewhere between an empty desert And sidewalks with streetlamps illuminating the sky Somewhere I could ride a bike at midnight, through the crickets chirping
Not a prayer could forgive The injustice done On sacred grounds Or the blood split Or Trail of Tears. Nor could one admit The hyprocrisy That made a people Undone.  
Behind the
My own worst enemy, living a couple rooms away. He wears my clothes as if it is his, and believes I do not notice. He cares too much about how others see him, and does not even give me a skim.
I don’t sit behind the masks of others. Instead I reveal myself, naked, proud, As I am: a young girl of faults and sins.
Be okay. No, I refuse! I tire of being okay. I want to be a fury or a muse!  Oh please, I beg of you, Let me be crude, disheveled, and nude.
The blisters1 between my third and fourth fingers may fade, But my love for you will never heal
The feeling of the brush compares not to the feeling of the stone I know not the true intent of god Yet i persue  The ruse that comes from the hunt The height, the danger  All things fall
I know I’m unwanted, Yet I still try To find the one Whom would die For me and make me feel
I said i'm going to rise to the top of the mountain....wait wait wait... I said I'm going to rise to the top of the mountain. Stand on this stage declaring my Name,say. Because I am a king, ayee.
BY DANTE ALIGHIERI Even as the little vessel shoves from shore, Backward, still backward, so he thence withdrew; And when he wholly felt himself afloat, There where his breast had been he turned his tail,
BY MARY JO BANG Mother, I am bare in a mist-mad forest. Only the moon shows me love. Winter will crush me: tiny arms, pale feet, tongue of rust. I have a thousand visions:
A broken heart and shattered dreams Left this man wandering 
There's beauty in the stars,  and in the daylight sky, but when you're looking in a mirror, Do you see beauty in your eyes?   Beauty can only be judged by the beholder but,
Missouri-born mama,always having a story to tell us children.You always  knew why the caged bird could sing
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